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"Hello. You've reached Mr. White. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a good one."
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he wound up on the wrong end of a gun
Jan. 3rd, 2025 10:21 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
Jan. 1st, 2025 11:22 pm
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Naughty
bought perfume
shot----
punched Eames
lied
breaking and entering
verbally threatened several people
brandished a weapon
bit Arthur
murdered a sheep
Nice
bought perfume
punched Eames
helped out a lady in distress
told the truth
murdered a sheep
bought flowers
fed a cat
...there's more. Think this is more than enough though.
bought perfume
shot----
punched Eames
lied
breaking and entering
verbally threatened several people
brandished a weapon
bit Arthur
murdered a sheep
Nice
bought perfume
punched Eames
helped out a lady in distress
told the truth
murdered a sheep
bought flowers
fed a cat
...there's more. Think this is more than enough though.
text; poor, poor attempt at a private to Mr. Eames
HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it
video!
[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops. Almost drops the gadget. Phew. Good save. Now it will be held up higher to prevent that from happening again. The effect is less gut wrenching.]
Mr. Eames. You're a pile of horse shit. Lookit what you're missing.
[It's not the Blue Light, it's another rather less kept establishment. Swaying steps end at the bar.]
Here! Here's our buddy. [Audible pause. He almost says something he shouldn't.] It's [hyuk] Mr.-Mr. Orange. [The man is clearly inebriated too. He waves at the camera which is very much in his face to show freckles on his nose.] What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you wanna miss out? [Teeth! Mr. Orange's teeth. Okay zooming out.]
And over here--[there's a shot glass pyramid in the words that the network device sees for a second] here is Mr. Pink. [Bug eyed and mustachoed Mr. Pink is not so drunk. How nice to not have such a close frame, even when he is speaking:] This is the best fucking use of my time in the past year I've lived in this shithole.
[Whoever is filming, it isn't hard to guess at this point with the usual suspects, laughs. Okay, okay. He shows himself. It's Mr. White! Not surprising. And he is three sheets to the wind.]
Night two, [he holds up two thick fingers like a peace sign grinning like a fool] and you-you're fucking losing out!
HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it
video!
[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops. Almost drops the gadget. Phew. Good save. Now it will be held up higher to prevent that from happening again. The effect is less gut wrenching.]
Mr. Eames. You're a pile of horse shit. Lookit what you're missing.
[It's not the Blue Light, it's another rather less kept establishment. Swaying steps end at the bar.]
Here! Here's our buddy. [Audible pause. He almost says something he shouldn't.] It's [hyuk] Mr.-Mr. Orange. [The man is clearly inebriated too. He waves at the camera which is very much in his face to show freckles on his nose.] What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you wanna miss out? [Teeth! Mr. Orange's teeth. Okay zooming out.]
And over here--[there's a shot glass pyramid in the words that the network device sees for a second] here is Mr. Pink. [Bug eyed and mustachoed Mr. Pink is not so drunk. How nice to not have such a close frame, even when he is speaking:] This is the best fucking use of my time in the past year I've lived in this shithole.
[Whoever is filming, it isn't hard to guess at this point with the usual suspects, laughs. Okay, okay. He shows himself. It's Mr. White! Not surprising. And he is three sheets to the wind.]
Night two, [he holds up two thick fingers like a peace sign grinning like a fool] and you-you're fucking losing out!
( Untitled by Mr. White---work in progress, Rated: Teen +, Western karma. )
....that's all I got so far. I was thinking of writing it out by hand. Sure wouldn't take so fucking long.
....that's all I got so far. I was thinking of writing it out by hand. Sure wouldn't take so fucking long.
....Now we really know it's a dog eat dog city.
[ooc; BAUGHG backtagging abound! Happy Halloweeen!]
[ooc; BAUGHG backtagging abound! Happy Halloweeen!]
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Just a house. Nothing to it. Stroll in say hi, say goodbye and then stroll on out.
[wind blowing a little and a few walking steps]
Don't make house like these anymore. All new and refurbished shit. I can see the appeal. If you don't take care of it, it'll turn out like this dump.
[shutters blow in the wind and smack against the sides of the house. How delightful.]
Just a house. Nothing to it. Stroll in say hi, say goodbye and then stroll on out.
[wind blowing a little and a few walking steps]
Don't make house like these anymore. All new and refurbished shit. I can see the appeal. If you don't take care of it, it'll turn out like this dump.
[shutters blow in the wind and smack against the sides of the house. How delightful.]
I only been here for one winter. From what I've seen it gets cold like any other place. I don't think that it needs a whole damn new wardrobe. Peanuts really from what I've seen. Don't go turning down free shit on my behalf. That's the least that the City can do.
When are they gonna give out cars? I wanna be around for that day.
When are they gonna give out cars? I wanna be around for that day.
I dunno if anyone else noticed but shit is just as exciting and intense in black and white as it is technicolor. Feel like I should put that out there. Case you forgot.
I wasn't alive when movies didn't have sound. Guess I'm gonna start dating myself in a second but listen up. About the time I was growing up films finally went to color. Just nothin' but detail. You still get a whole damn story. Gotta be lookin' a certain way.
Don't go thinkin' that I liked it. I didn't. It was liveable though.
I wasn't alive when movies didn't have sound. Guess I'm gonna start dating myself in a second but listen up. About the time I was growing up films finally went to color. Just nothin' but detail. You still get a whole damn story. Gotta be lookin' a certain way.
Don't go thinkin' that I liked it. I didn't. It was liveable though.
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I know at least two lovely ladies who would be interested in a little something. I happen to find myself with two bottles of perfume and both of you get first pick, if not then I'll find someone else to pass em along to.
One's called Laugh Often and the other one's Imari? Imari something. Anyway I thought they smelled nice.
I know at least two lovely ladies who would be interested in a little something. I happen to find myself with two bottles of perfume and both of you get first pick, if not then I'll find someone else to pass em along to.
One's called Laugh Often and the other one's Imari? Imari something. Anyway I thought they smelled nice.
Video;
[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
[Blip! Network feed starts now! The whole picture is gray at first and color filters in. There's something about the quality though, it is like a retro film in need of restoration. A young man is walking through a hallway. The camera is perched at the back of the young man's full head of dark brown hair. It's shaggy and needing to be combed. He's got other things to worry about like walking through the hallway. There are windows but they're up high. Footsteps echo and now and then there are shoulders on either side of him, bigger and taller.
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]
Huh. This is how many times now? Enough for me to say this again.
Lemme make this a bit more interesting. What's your favorite song before 1989?
filtered to Mr. Blonde;
If you're out there you son of a bitch we'll talk man to man.
[ooc; backdated before midnight! Anything goes. Severe trauma will be forgotten~~]
Lemme make this a bit more interesting. What's your favorite song before 1989?
filtered to Mr. Blonde;
If you're out there you son of a bitch we'll talk man to man.
[ooc; backdated before midnight! Anything goes. Severe trauma will be forgotten~~]
How many people in this damn City like cats?
Alright. It's about time. I'll say it. I admit it. Don't laugh because it'll happen to you one day.
Now, I've been the kind of skeptical guy as far as commitment goes for... I'm going to say all my life. But after taking a good look at what there is to it, what there is to offer everything else doesn't make any sense. Monogamy is one thing. Full out settling down, making a house a home for good is something I want now.
It won't be a picket fence. That's never been what we're about anyway. A villa or hacienda. Only the best for me and my baby. There's Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Uruguay...it's legal there. Or stick to Mexico. All of em are beautiful.
Now, I've been the kind of skeptical guy as far as commitment goes for... I'm going to say all my life. But after taking a good look at what there is to it, what there is to offer everything else doesn't make any sense. Monogamy is one thing. Full out settling down, making a house a home for good is something I want now.
It won't be a picket fence. That's never been what we're about anyway. A villa or hacienda. Only the best for me and my baby. There's Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Uruguay...
There's plenty of weird shit and specialists in this City. Everybody knows that. Don't do me wrong.
Is there a bird doctor in the house?
[ooc; forward dated to this evening.]
Is there a bird doctor in the house?
[ooc; forward dated to this evening.]
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I dunno where I am but one thing's for sure, these have gotta be the best tacos I ever had. No foolin'. It's sure hard to find em that don't taste like white bread Betty Crocker or some cafeteria slop. I should know, I had both.
Guess I'm gonna be here awhile. Not that I'm complain'. I always wanted to travel. What do you do for fun around here?
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meanstreetdog . Could he be more cute?]
I dunno where I am but one thing's for sure, these have gotta be the best tacos I ever had. No foolin'. It's sure hard to find em that don't taste like white bread Betty Crocker or some cafeteria slop. I should know, I had both.
Guess I'm gonna be here awhile. Not that I'm complain'. I always wanted to travel. What do you do for fun around here?
[ooc; TEENAGE MR. WHITE...except he's not much of a mister at all. Replies will be coming from
meanstreetdog . audio][
The kid's not feelin' too good. Must be something in the air. Or maybe something he ate. Bad meat. Who knows.
[Inhale, exhale the man's smoking.]
Things happen but back to normal.
[softly, he's two seconds from turning it off]
I like normal.
The kid's not feelin' too good. Must be something in the air. Or maybe something he ate. Bad meat. Who knows.
[Inhale, exhale the man's smoking.]
Things happen but back to normal.
[softly, he's two seconds from turning it off]
I like normal.
