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Fuckin' fuck. Where the fuck are they, already? I can understand it takin' awhile cuz it seems the road is working against everyone but we had an agreement. An' waitin' this long in as dire a situation as this is to be hung out to dry.

[Frustration doesn't have a particular sound alone, but he's huffing or is that the labored breathing of someone else? And he has an audience of the weasel pursuation that's witnessing this.]

Only got so many bullets, we don't have much water. And I know for a fucking fact that there's no food for a long journey.

Eddie, you turd! Prove you're useful for once and show up.

[Huff. Huff.]

We're gonna get a bear to follow us...

[Oh shit. Spoke to loud the other member of the party is awake. Muffle of the device.] Hey kid... [moving here and there.]

Snuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

[.......] Come again?

Snaaugh! [speaking is very, very hard right now but he'll try again.] Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakeuuuuuugh.

Sna--fuck! Snake!

It came for blood!

[ooc; Backdated to earlier today! Mr. Orange and Mr. Pink's dialogue is color-coded true to name.]

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[He's aiming his gun at the snake that almost looks like it's lounging in the corner and calling the bleeding asshole a faggot]

We gotta get him out of here!

[The him is a little vague.]

Carry him? Now?

[Sorry. Uh. Someone is specifically thinking of the well being of the kid. Even though he's doubtful Larry's making a move to try and move the poor man.]

Fucking hell. Shoot it before it really starts movin'!

[One arm under the man's body.]

[FUCK YOU PINK FUCK YOU. These green eyes are glaring.]

Snaaaaaaaaaake.....ungh, Jesus Christ.

[Being moved hurts. He reaches up to hold onto Larry though, cause yay he didn't leave him.]

If I fucking miss it'll bite one of us!

[Hopefully the kid because he's dying already. Snake is chilling with a 'sup guys how're things' look on it's snakey little face]

We fucking know, okay?

[He's still aiming at the goddamned bastard snake]

Then don't miss. [Isn't at least Pink a fucking professional?] Fine a rock then. Something.

[Since the thin, mustached man isn't going to help out their wounded comrade White will do it. And gladly. Those hands are wet with blood, and stain his clothing as they try and grasp him.]

Lemme know how you are when you're hysterical. [His voice is strained a bit as he's lifting and dragging Mr. Orange's weight. Not repeating shit. Not trying to warn of another danger out here.]

[He'll fucking shoot it himself if he has to...even though Freddy can barely hold a gun properly right now. He much prefers holding onto Larry. See this face kinda sorta hiding behind his thick arm? Yep. At least Pink isn't going on and on about a set up...yet.]

Just--just get it outta here, use a...fuckin' bag!

[Cuz the kid's some kind of snake wrangler right? Yeeeep. He holds onto Larry some more, like he wasn't doing so already.]

[OH HOLY CRAP OKAY HE SHOOTS THE SNAKE]

[There is now a dead snake.

And a hole in the wagon]

Well that's one fucking proble---

[And spooked horses who are RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES. Pink almost falls over]

[For a minute there, White was going to congratulate Mr. Pink on a decent shot. Was.]

You piece of--Oh shit! Get the reins!

[Someone's got to. He's still holding onto that poor kid, they're huddled closer to the opposite corner of the hole where the snake used to be. They can see parts of the prairie flash by.]

Snake's gone, pal. [White strokes his head with the opposite hand. When he thought he was pale earlier, it's nothing close to how he is now.] Thanks for the heads up.

[The jolt of the horses and the bumpy ride make for a writhing kid though the stroking to his head does calm him...as much as he can be calmed while bleeding to death in a runaway wagon.]

No sweat. [He groans.] S'it still on?

[He means the device, cause really, if it is maybe just maybe the sheriff and his fellow lawmen can hear his cries for help. Who knows if they'll answer though since they're not supposed to move in until Joe shows up. Shit. Oh yeah and Pink this is for you.]

Get a hold on that shit!

[Pink dives for the fucking reins]

You guys are assholes!

[Not even a thank you for killing the fucking snake. It takes another couple of minutes but soon the horses are stopping]

[Stroking still goes on. He should have gone easy on the guy since the snake is as good as dead.]

It? Oh....[He checks. Nope. Doesn't look like the fucking thing is on.] It's off now. Piece of shit isn't good for nothin', huh? [His voice takes a softer turn like noise will aid the bleeding.]

Stupid animals.

[Pink could be talking about the horses for all he cares. They're meant to be sturdy, here they are running off. Fuck.]

Are we done dicking around?

Okay.

[Fuck so much for the device. He groans again though this time it's also with a roll of his head to check their surroundings. Feels like the horses have stopped. Good work, Pink, too bad Freddy's in too shitty condition to say so aloud.]

Where are we? How far?

[Did we go, he means to ask.]

[He turns and just gives him a look]

How the fuck is this dicking around. I killed the goddamned snake and I made the fucking horses stop.

[Harrumph]

For all I know we're in Kansas by now.

[It is a wide prarie.]

Thanks Pink. You're a real hero.

[Excuse the sarcasm. He should know how valuable he is right now. Goddamn.

As exciting as the snake and the brief race to nowhere was, now the calm is...grating. Where are they?]

I dunno.

[He looks to Pink who is...no help what so ever. Perfect.] We got a map anywhere? A compass?

[Know what? Forget it. Larry shakes his head.]

Then we're in deep shit.

[Freddy manages to rasp out. He's got a character to keep in addition to expressing some real truths. Whether outlaw or sheriff, if they don't know where they are after a busted diamond heist, they're all screwed. Sorry for all the negativity, he makes it up to White by holding onto him though.]

[Another sharp look]

Excuse me, asshole. I could have jumped ship when the horses started going while you held onto the bleeding wonder and walked back to civilization but I stayed because I'm a fucking professional. So yeah, a real thank you might be fucking appreciated.

[He looks out at the prairie]

The only one here in deep shit is you, Orange, if we don't get that bullet out of your gut.

The both of you, shut up. We're in this together. I know we're all pretty shitty right now but fuck, if we're gonna get out of here, we gotta do this together.

[A real apology? Fucking hell, man. He said it at all. White wipes sweat from his brow with his elbow. His hands from Orange are too bloody.]

Joe and Eddie are gonna come. I don't know when the fuck. But at this rate we may as well go lookin' for them. We'd have better luck. Now, first thing we need are some supplies. Food. Water. And something to work as a quick fix for Orange until we come across a doctor.

[Cool it. Cool it. This shit can be beat, he's got a calm falling over him. Well, what he wants to be a calm and not a slow burning outburst again.]

Pink. Thanks.

I gotta--I gotta get to a doctor.

[He says this to both men, no apologies no expressions of gratitude. Cause he's fucking dying, obviously.]

I won't tell no one nothin', you can trust me.

[Pink looks at Orange for a minute]

Shit man, he's gonna die if we don't get him help.

I got a quick idea. I'm gonna need somethin' heavy, metal. [Belt buckle?] We're gonna need a fire.

[Cauterizing is what Larry can do.]

Just drop him off then after?

[Abandon him? White doesn't like it. Not one little bit. Though what's troubling is that it shouldn't be a problem because it would be in Orange's benefit.]

They'll ask questions.

Edited 2011-03-07 08:36 (UTC)

What? What?

[A fire? What for? Already he's looking panicked and writhing but still holding on to Larry for dear life.]

I won't tell'em anything. I swear to fucking God.

[Is that what the fire's for? To shit him up permanently? Would Larry do that to him?]

[Pink isn't in pain, so he gets it right away]

Shit, man, what if that bullet in his belly can't take the heat? Or there's extra gunpowder?

[He doesn't like it]

I'm not saying we leave him. He won't last ten minutes if they poke right. No one would.

Time's not gonna pop up back into his pocket. There's gotta be a way to do it. Got any bright ideas?

]A minute ago this guy deserved a thank you. Now Larry wants to throttle him.]

A few hours could make all the difference. [Squeeze his hand for Orange. He can take it. Hopefully. Brown eyes are on him.]

Can't leave you like this, Orange.

[Oh are they holding hands now? Good cause green eyes that appear much more sour apple than caramel are looking at Pink first, then White.]

Don't burn me.

[Mr. Orange begs, sniffs, whimpers some more.]

I'm saying it could kill him faster if we burn the hole, that's what I'm saying.

It's a specific burn.

[That a no? A no from both ends?]

The only reason why I'm even suggesting is because we don't have much time. I dunno when we'll find a doc.

[As though any of them do. White looks into the younger man's face. His eyes are so bright they could have been mismatched. There's a desperate begging in them. White doesn't have the power to move the heaven and earth but right now, he wishes he could.]

Drop me off at the nearest nurse, something, anything. Just don't burn me please. I'm begging you man. Fucking begging you.

[Is that hysteria creeping in again? These green eyes are focused solely on Larry now as he clings to him, wanting this man to take care of him and keep him alive, even if he's arguing Larry's own suggestions. And this part's for Pink.]

I won't say shit, man, you'll be safe. I won't tell'em anything.

[Oh God something stings. He curls into Larry again, crying.]

[Pink looks down and thinks about it.]

You done it before?

Yeah except it wasn't to the gut.

[That's as much doubt as he'll allow.

To Pink, at least that's what he has to offer if he's asking him. How can someone have ever been dropped off when they're in pain? Orange has never done this before.]

Okay, okay. Settle down now, buddy boy. I ain't gonna do nothin' like that if that's what you don't want. [Though now that he thinks about it, if the kid is screaming this much now? Fuck how would he be able to handle it? A big hand smooths over his hair.]

We needa find someplace before it's too late.

F--Fuck you Pink!

[He shouts this at Pink as if Pink might actually care, as if Freddy expected him to be on his side. Fff. Again he swallows then turns to Larry. That big old hand is soothing, not by a lot but enough to calm him again.]

Drop me off with a sheriff if you gotta. [This is the ideal situation.] I don't--I don't care about fuckin' jail. I just don't wanna die.

[What the kid doesn't consider is how as far as these two know he's an outlaw and an outlaw dropped off at a sheriff's house is more than likely led out back to be shot or left to bleed to death so they don't have to waste time with a hanging. Even outlaws have a code of honor for themselves and that's going to work against this undercover lawman.]

They won't put you in jail, kid. They'll kill you faster than that bullet.

[He needs a cigar, damn it.]

[At the sheriff? What the fuck kind of a good would that do? His mind has got to be all scrambled.]

Pink's right. They'd sooner do you in then help you.

[Somber thought that. Aren't they all working to escape death? If not from the law then the very frontier itself? Staying here isn't safe that's for damn sure.]

Look, we should at least go until we see settlement. Me or Pink'll go and grab anybody who knows a thing or to, then bring em here. [Or else hangs in his tone.] We'll take supplies then be on our way. If one thing's for sure, we got enough ammo.

[White stares down at the kid and all the blood in thought before looking up to Pink.]

[Fuck so much for that, however Freddy has one other concern that eclipses this one. They haven't even got a move on yet and he's already pawing at Larry.]

Don't leave me.

[But that'd leave Pink to go off and who knows what he might do. Hell for all they know he's got the diamonds.]

[Pink looks from Orange to White]

Better if we plant this boat roadside and one of us takes for a settlement.

[Ignoring Mr. Pathetic's request right now]

[This poor fucking kid. Shit. Larry doesn't respond because he's already got the idea that he's the one who's gonna go lookin' for help. Seeing as Pink shot the snake, stopped the horses. Yeah, White is sure to go so he can't promise the kid he won't be going anywhere. Instead he gets out his handkerchief and dabs at his face again.]

You see anythin' out there? Goin' on foot with no water and no direction. [Already it's not sounding too good there, Pink.] At least until we see something.

Edited 2011-03-08 16:53 (UTC)

You're an--you're an asshole.

[To Pink. Obviously. Oh look he's getting dabbed nice and gentle-like. Green eyes turn over to Larry, knowing that's a bad idea but he can't tell them why.]

You'll get--- [Swallow.] You'll get killed out there.

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