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Bridget Monahan

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    Javia

About Bridget Monahan

  • Waif and Stray

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Amybeth McNulty
  • Full Name
    Bridget Maria Monahan
  • Goes By
    Bridget
  • Profession
    Waif and stray
  • Position
    Any
  • Birth Date
    Unknown
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5'6"
  • Hair Color
    Ginger
  • Eye Color
    Blue

Physical Description

A wistful, frail beauty. Due to an accident as a child, when she was run over by a wagon, her right leg is amputated above the knee, she usually wears a prosthetic wooden leg.

Traits & Characteristics

Bridget is considered simple or 'an innocent' by the people of Kalispell but she really just has a different way of looking at things.

Employment

Considered virtually unemployable until 'discovered' by Lorenzo Crabbe and brought to Kalispell to help him in his burgeoning 'entertainment' and other business ventures.

Expertise

Good at walking very fast, despite her disability. 

Aliases / Nicknames

Squeaky, Simple Bridget, various other names called out by nasty people.

Residense(s)

The rooms above Mr Crabbe's store.

Kith & Kin

Not exactly an orphan, but abandoned in Helena as a child after her accident. The family, who were passing though on their way west,  skipped town to avoid paying the medical bills.

Life Events

Her chronology is hard to construct as she remembers nothing before the accident, but she is now around 18 or 19. Crabbe discovered her in Helena, Montana Territory a few months ago, took her to Ogallala and started trying to to pimp for her there, but found that she was singularly unfitted for the profession. When he decided that competition in that town was too hot for a single operator, brought her and his Chinese partner, Charlie Fa, along with him to Kalispell to make a killing there.

Character Notes

Friendly but a seemingly a little dopey and quiet, she copes extremely well, both mentally and physically,  with her disability. 

Player Notes

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Recent Posts

  1. Bridget Monahan
    Caroline had at least stopped her jumping out of the window, but now Bridget was incoherent as she struggled in Brendan's arms, obviously terrified of something. She could only wail "NO!!""NO!!!" and as Brendan brought her away from the window and toward the amazed Gilcrest it all got to much and she started to fit. 
     
    "Bridget, it's me!" he proclaimed, attempting to forestall any further misunderstandings or struggles by scooping an arm under her legs and pulling her close to his chest. "I'm back. It's all right." Holding her protectively in his arms, he moved back towards the spot where Bridget and Caroline had been...playing dolls? 
     
    Caroline playing dolls? He turned to her. "What's wrong with her?"
     
    "I'll be go ta hale! I ain't never see the like! Just whot in tarnation is the prob'lum here? She even in her right mind? Grab holt of her Connolly and quiet her down some!" Gilchrest bellowed. 
     
    Bridget suddenly made an odd noise and stiffened in Brendan's arms, then lost consciousness; blood dribbled from her mouth as her teeth spasmodically bit down on her tongue. Then, as the seizure spread from one side of her brain to the other her breathing virtually stopped and she wet herself. 
     
    @Wayfarer @JulieS @Flip @Bailey
  2. Bridget Monahan
    Bridget didn't usually pay much mind to grown up talk, but Caroline was talking about Lorenzo so she pricked up her ears a little and listened to what she told the Becca lady. 
     
    "He was a good friend of mine, helped me out on occasion. In fact he was the one who told me about the job opening here at the saloon which turned out good for me," Caroline declared.
     
    "But yes, he rescued that girl from a real sonof....well, a bad man. And he has since taken care of her. I knew he wouldn't forget her in case he went...you know ...to his final end," she added.
     
    "So...yer here as to why then - if I might ask?"  
     
    Bridget smiled when Caroline said nice things about Lorenzo but when she mentioned her rescue, a horrible feeling of fear made her tummy lurch. Yes, Lorenzo had shot and killed that man who kept her like a slave and sent her out to beg and who beat her and worse when she didn't bring enough money back. But her limited brain couldn't be sure that he was gone forever: somehow Lorenzo's passing made her feel unprotected now. 
     
    There were footsteps outside and suddenly Brendan was there: but her grin of surprise and happiness suddenly turned into a shriek of horror as she saw the man behind him. It was hardly poor Gilcrest's fault that his bushy beard and eyebrows and long nose gave him a passing resemblance to the doctor who had tortured and abused Bridget in the past: but she wasn't going to stick around to doublecheck his identity. She jumped up, surprisingly swift on her false leg and, the doorway being blocked by a no doubt surprised Brendan and Gilcrest, ran wailing to the window, which she pulled up and tried to climb out of, oblivious to the danger of the fall that awaited her on the other side.
     
    @JulieS @Flip @Wayfarer @Bailey
  3. Bridget Monahan
    Bridget looked up at the new man, he was pretty and nice to look at, like Brendan. 
     
    "Oh, you're Miss Mundee?!" Reeve exclaimed.
     
    "Yep, I'm pretty confident 'bout that," Caroline smirked.
     
    The crippled girl noticed a shift in Caroline when Reeve had entered, like she turned something on, her attitude, her whole centre changed: her unique brain couldn't put it into words but she was more than aware of it. She had a sort of extra sensitive peripheral vision when it came to people's moods and attitudes. 
     
    "I beg your pardon. My name is Lewis Cass Reeve, I'm a lawyer, I am the executor of Mr Crabbe's will. You must be Miss Monahan, please may I offer my condolences, Miss." he said formally, offering the ginger-haired girl his hand.  She replied by shoving one of the dollies into it. 
     
    "Play dolls!" she exhorted him as he stood in some confusion. 
     
    He couldn't, of course: he was a pretty, clever man who used big words; people like that couldn't play dolls. She wasn't as dumb as her way of interacting with the world made her look, she was, in her own way, joking.
     
    "So now you've met Bridget, Mr. Reeve, lawyer," grinned Caroline amused mostly at the look on the man's face. This was classic Bridget though. Best the legal eagle know what sort of person he was now dealing with.
     
    She grinned broadly at Caroline, her eyes twinkling as brightly as blue stars in a midnight sky. 
     
    Then Arabella came in with that lady she met at the hotel in May, Becca. RebeccaWentworth was too long and messy, so was MissusWentworth. 'Becca' she could manage, it suited her.
     
    "He he! Well, I seen everything now! Ain't ya got a dolly for me and Mrs Dubbyah to play with, too, Bridg'?!"
     
    "Careful what ya wish for, hon," Caroline smiled at Arabella.
     
    Arabella was unlike Caroline, she 'presented' the same way to men as women, to young as to old, to self consciously 'intelligent' men as to 'idiots'. Whereas it had been novel, exciting and fun to play with Caroline, Arabella's presence was more like putting on a pair of old comfortable shoes, well, shoe, in her case. 
     
    Turning her attention to the person she came here to see, Rebecca smiled warmly, " Hello, Bridget.  May I join you?"
     
    Arabella took the pretty man away to look at Lorenzo's things and Bridget smiled up at Becca, who had been nice to her at the hotel and given her lots of cake to eat. She told Caroline "It's Becca!" because she could feel that the two didn't know each other, she sensed again, a slight shift in Caroline's demeanor; a sort of defensive projection, like she was arming herself to be attacked or insulted. She inadvertently tipped her head in wonderment: why would anyone want to hurt Caroline? She was lovely. 
     
    To Mrs Wentworth she explained "It's Car-a-line." and to make it clear to Mrs Wentworth that she was lovely, she aded "I love Car-a-line"
     
    "Friends can play!" she said hopefully, spreading her arms and inviting Mrs Wentworth into the game.
     

  4. Bridget Monahan
    When the Marshall went away, no doubt to be chided by Granny Miggins on being too softhearted and not hauling Brendan away in chains, Bridget found herself being lifted in the strong reassuring arms of her lover, up and away! Past Charlie, to whom she gave her simple smile, and up to dreamland again. It was all a bit bewildering this up and down business, but it was nice to be in Brendan's arms. 
     
    He seemed sad and angry, though: she was sad too, because Lorenzo was dead, but Brendan would look after her now, wouldn't he? And she would be able to get up again in the morning and get dressed and go out and walk around and around the town, looking for shiny dropped pennies on the boardwalk. She wondered if Lorenzo would still be lying there in the morning, and Charlie standing there at the bottom of the stairs: like when she played with her dolls house before she went to bed, the little peg dolls that Arabella had made for her were still there in the morning, exactly as she had left them, instead of going to bed themselves. 
     
    Maybe if Brendan was going to stay with her now, in between the cuddly times in bed, he would play dolls house with her. 
     
    "There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said softly. "Now it's time to go to sleep, and I'll be right here when you wake up."
     
    She still had hold of his sleeve as he laid her on the bed. As she looked up into his eyes. She wanted so badly to stroke away his sadness and anger. Maybe... she thought he must already know this, after what they had experienced together, but though all speech came to her with difficulty, it was easy for her to say the next three words: "I... love you."
     
    @Wayfarer @Flip @Bongo @Bailey @Anyone else who fancies wandering in off the street.
     
  5. Bridget Monahan
    Brendan frowned at the change in Speed's demeanor. He couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed or why. But his words were short and brusque, not reassuring the way they'd been with Bridget. And the only reason for the change was what Bridget had told the marshal.
     
    Like Brendan, Bridget didn't realise what a bad impression on the stern lawman would be made by this rather unsavoury story of premarital sex with a simpleminded cripple, refusal to marry said girl, and the fact that she was now sitting on the culprit's knee. Her excuse was that she had suffered dreadful brain damage when she was run over by a wagon when she was eight years old. What Brendan's excuse was, who knew? Arabella, when she heard about it later, could only offer: "Well, he is from Mississippi!"
     
    He shifted Bridget in his lap and looked up at Speed, still frowning. "What happened next?" His tone became slightly belligerent. "I already told you what happened next. He grabbed at his heart an' the gun went off. I thought he'd shot me at first. Then he hit the table and fell. Bridget ran over to him, grabbed the gun, and gave it to me when I went to comfort her."
     
    She nodded vigorously to confirm this. "Comfort... me." She turned in his lap and cuddled up to him. The Marshall with the shiny badge looked angry, she didn't want him to be mean to Brendan. 
     
    She was trying to work out what would happen next. It was confusing. Lorenzo couldn't stay there on the floor... could he? Maybe they should put him away somewhere. Would Brendan come and live with her now? Would she go and live with Brendan in Caroline Mundee's room? Arabella had told her he lived there now. Or maybe she could live in Arabella's room next door? She tried to express these ideas and questions out loud.
     
    "'Renzo dead!" she told the lawmen "Brendan marry... me!"  She frowned, explaining or asking about Caroline was beyond her, she just let out an aimless "Caroline." as she looked at Guyer with her head on Brendan's chest.  "Brendan comfort... Caroline."
     
    @Bailey @JulieS @Flip
     
     
  6. Bridget Monahan
    Bridget saw Marshal Guyer with some relief. He was an important person, he had a shiny badge and everything, just like Mr Pike. Maybe he could fix everything. She listened carefully when he spoke to her and tried to do what he said. 
     
    "Hello Bridget. Thank you coming down. Why don't we all have a seat while we talk?" He suggested. It was clear that she was upset, and with her that would be far more than the average person, so he thought to be calm and reassuring with her.
     
    She nodded and sat on one of the chairs at the kitchen table where Lorenzo had fallen.
     
    "Now, what I know is, Mister Crabbe appears to have had a heart attack, and at the time he had a gun, a small one. But I don't know why, or how the gun went off." He began, speaking softly and evenly.
     
    Bridget inadvertently moved her mouth along with Mr Guyer as she tried ever so hard to understand what he was saying. Unfortunately 'heart attack' was not really amongst her lexicon, but she got that he was asking about the gun going off and nodded at that part.
     
    "What I hope is that you might be able to tell me what happened." What he could deduce from the position of Crabbe's hands, which had fallen away from is body, it was hard to tell exactly how he had been shot, though mixed with the blood were black specks of powder, and a burned spot near the entry wound. 
     
    Speed looked at the young women, hoping she could tell him what she saw.
     
    She nodded again, and tried to put her muddled thoughts in order and tell the Marshal what she knew for sure: things she saw happen, things that happened to her, things that were said. There was no particular order to them. 
     
    "Lorenzo... dead." was the first thing. She pointed to him, his face a ghastly sight as it stared upwards. She knew a dead man when she saw one, and there was no question in her mind now that he wasn't coming back.
     
    "Lorenzo angry... angry with Brendan." she struggled on "'Cause..." Oh, it was so hard to get the right words to the front of her mouth... so frustrating. "We..." she looked at Brendan appealingly, he could explain it better than she "We loved... in bed... we loved..." she pointed up stairs and then frowned in concentration at Guyer to ascertain whether he understood or not. 
     
    "Lorenzo angry." she finally repeated, for what it was worth. 
     
    She hoped that was enough information for the Marshal to fix things.
     

     
    @Bailey @JulieS @Flip
  7. Bridget Monahan
    "Doubt you can even hear this if you are really sick of this brain fever. I sure as hell never heard of anything like it but then I ain't no doctor.  But soon as I heard, I wanted to come up and check on ya. You get better, Ara. We're a pair down there, I need you for the act. But more than that, I love you...love you like family. Like the little sister I never had until we met. We've had our ups and downs, mostly yer fault I have to say....but in the long run that don't matter none. No matter what...we are family."
     
    For all that her hot and cold, sweating and shivering skinny little body was in the room, her eyes occasionally moving fretfully beneath the lids, Arabella was elsewhere. She was in the lifeboat; she was at the old crossroads, she was walking in that lonesome valley. She was in a happy land far, far away beyond the sunset where He, for now, had taken her hand. Yet somehow, as events were to prove, she heard Caroline's words: or at least felt her love, even there. 
     
    She concluded by placing one hand very gently on one of Ara's arms, "I gotta go, sweetie, put on a show. Wish you were down there with me.  Talk to you later, hon."
     
    Bridget gave her her usual, vacant smile as Caroline made her way out of the room, but a tear that formed in her eye showed that she understood and felt more than most people gave her credit for. 
     
    Maybe it was the mellow tones of Hector Wigfall's fiddle, or Frances Grimes' more classically trained fingers at the piano, or maybe something in the singer herself that gave that night's performance in the Saloon a slightly more maudlin and poignant timbre than usual. Heck and Frances played again the next two nights, too; Arabella's fever broke, and no word was spoken of the words that Caroline had spoken. Not, that is, until that fateful night of Horace Potee's downfall. 
     
    TBC in Night Whispers
  8. Bridget Monahan
    She heard his voice when he entered, and waited with a sinking feeling of inevitability. He was going to talk to her, he would probably make her talk to the other men. 
     
    He approached the bed quietly and cleared his throat. "Bridget, it's me." He knelt down and put his hand gently where her head would be. Keeping his voice soft and calm, he continued, "I need you to do somethin' for me. Marshal Guyer's here, and he wants to ask you some questions about me."
     
    She pushed her hand out from beneath the covers and grabbed on to his shirt, which felt wet and cold where the blood she had transferred to him was drying.
     
    He waited a minute, stroking Bridget's head underneath the covers. "If I carry you downstairs, can you talk to him?"
     
    He felt her head nod as he stroked her hair, but he didn't need to carry her, she twisted her already twisted body and slid out her two legs, the real and the false one. Her artificial limb looked more manmade than ever in the glimmering half light of the lamp. She leant on Brendan heavily as she pulled herself up and he supported her downstairs, he having to help her because she was in shock and emotionally crippled by the events of the evening, rather than because of her physical disabilities.
     
    She gave Charlie a brave smile, but looked worried as they descended the staircase and she had to look once again at the reality of Lorenzo, dead on the floor, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes.  She clung to Brendan closer then and buried her head in his chest. In all of this nightmare, only her love for the cowboy bore her through.
     
    @Flip @JulieS @Bailey
  9. Bridget Monahan
    In a calm voice, he spoke up, "Bridget, it's Deputy Charlie Wentworth...I need your help.  Well, Brendan needs your help more than I do but I need it all just the same.  Could please come down with me to talk to the marshal?"
     
    Bridget recognised Charlie. He had helped take her to church that time, out in the countryside by the nice lake. They had all danced together at the hoe-down a few months ago. That had ben a lovely time. She wasn't scared of Charlie. But she wanted to go to sleep, so that she could wake up and it would be morning and everything would be alright. 
     
    So, she pulled her covers over her bloodstained nightclothes even tighter and pretended to be asleep: but she couldn't help emitting the odd little whimper, still traumatised by what she had gone through this evening.
     
    @JulieS @Flip @Bailey
  10. Bridget Monahan
    Bridget hid under the covers and squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the door open: she knew it wasn't Lorenzo or Brendan. She just knew that if she closed her eyes real hard and went to sleep, she would wake up and the day would start again, just like it always did and Lorenzo and Charlie Fa would be there and they would have breakfast together and then she would go out and she might meet Arabella or Jemima or Miriam or Brendan or even that pretty lady who sang so nice at the saloon.
     
    And she would put walk around the town and look in all the store windows and then walk around again, and again. And sometimes she would see a penny on the boardwalk and take it to nice Mr Wentworth in the bank and he would put it in her savings account for her. 
     
    It worked. Thinking about all these nice things, these nice usual things in her life made the person go away. She kept thinking of the nice things. That would make everything be all right. 
     
    @Flip @Bailey @JulieS

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