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[whitetwoguns]

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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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[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink looks at Orange for a minute]

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

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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?]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[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.

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

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

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink looks down and thinks about it.]

You done it before?

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

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

[He needs a cigar, damn it.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[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]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.