"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2011-11-28 08:18 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2011-11-28 08:18 pm
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text; poor, poor attempt at a private to Mr. Eames
HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it
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[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!
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Told who what when?
[He's trying to track. Really.]
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Yesterday, I told Orange that I hadn't seen Eames all day.
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Oh. Heh. Well. Didn't know that. All I knew is that he's missing a good night...day...well, a good time.
[Another drink.]
Is he supposed to be anywhere?
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Orange said he messaged me. I never got it.
[ A concession because you're drunk, Mr. White. ]
Not as far as I know.
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I blame-I blame the Network. It's hard.
[...for older people to get.]
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It's hard?
[ Ariadne's smart, but following the drunk logic of someone she has only just met is a bit difficult. ]
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Uh huh. Shit man. Rotary phones were around when I was fifteen. And then there came the ones that dialed and then no cords.
[Aaaand he's dating himself now.]
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If it makes you feel any better, I know people here who use owls to deliver the mail. At least you know what a phone actually is.
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Now that's just fucking ridiculous. Dark ages bull.
[And it is hilarious to him. He laughs a little too long about it.]
I ain't that bad.
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That being said, she is fairly certain that they didn't use owls to deliver the mail back in the dark ages, either. She's going to keep that to herself, though, and simply smile and nod. ]
They also murdered my trash can.
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Woah. Wait. What? Like with turds?
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No. They made it disappear out of existence.
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Owls do that?
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No, but wizards do.