"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
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PHONE CALLS
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No.
[He answers his question rather than argue his remark. Freddy has been over only twice since he stepped out, thank you very very. This marks his third return, his third return in only four days. Yep.]
[He answers his question rather than argue his remark. Freddy has been over only twice since he stepped out, thank you very very. This marks his third return, his third return in only four days. Yep.]
Oh.
[Clink of his glass bottle on the table. Time for a cigarette. Quick. He's so chatty, so fucking eager to talk. It only makes all he's feeling on the inside boil more. Why won't he say more. Why is he acting like he's being kept away?]
There are boxes.
[That Freddy can already see.]
[Clink of his glass bottle on the table. Time for a cigarette. Quick. He's so chatty, so fucking eager to talk. It only makes all he's feeling on the inside boil more. Why won't he say more. Why is he acting like he's being kept away?]
There are boxes.
[That Freddy can already see.]
Yeah, I see that.
[And he thinks the boxes, the records out, the unplugged TV, all point to Larry already clearing the place out.]
You just couldn't wait either huh?
[Two can play at this accusation game. He's crossing his arms, trying to maintain a hard front.]
[And he thinks the boxes, the records out, the unplugged TV, all point to Larry already clearing the place out.]
You just couldn't wait either huh?
[Two can play at this accusation game. He's crossing his arms, trying to maintain a hard front.]
[He's now turning around.]
Excuse me?
[Larry doesn't bother crossing his arms.]
What fucking good would it do to stay here? Huh?
[Paws gesture around them. This was the apartment Freddy liked the best. The old man grew to like it. All the blue sky you could handle on a clear day. One more thing on the growing list of things that reminded the old man of the kid.]
Moving on is moving on.
Excuse me?
[Larry doesn't bother crossing his arms.]
What fucking good would it do to stay here? Huh?
[Paws gesture around them. This was the apartment Freddy liked the best. The old man grew to like it. All the blue sky you could handle on a clear day. One more thing on the growing list of things that reminded the old man of the kid.]
Moving on is moving on.
Edited 2012-03-29 06:13 (UTC)
[He has to stare at Larry like he's fucking stupid because if he doesn't he'll just stare at the old man with the deepest saddest frown on the planet.]
Are you gonna sell it before I'm out of here? Throw my shit on the street?
Are you gonna sell it before I'm out of here? Throw my shit on the street?
No.
[It's a rough, brief and instant answer.]
Unlike you, I don't have a place to go yet. I'm still looking. Your things will be here. I haven't touched much at all. We're good until next month.
[Who is throwing out who? All the indignity on Freddy's part makes his hands go into fists. If he doesn't feel rage he'll choke up.]
That's throwing you out, anyway. You're leaving, remember?
[It's a rough, brief and instant answer.]
Unlike you, I don't have a place to go yet. I'm still looking. Your things will be here. I haven't touched much at all. We're good until next month.
[Who is throwing out who? All the indignity on Freddy's part makes his hands go into fists. If he doesn't feel rage he'll choke up.]
That's throwing you out, anyway. You're leaving, remember?
[Good until next month, that's a fucking relief. Oh shit no Freddy no it's not supposed to be a relief.]
Yeah, yeah I remember.
[He snorts at Larry before turning his back on the old man to storm upstairs.]
Yeah, yeah I remember.
[He snorts at Larry before turning his back on the old man to storm upstairs.]
[Two steps closer as he's going for the stairs.]
You're welcome.
[That's what he shouts after the kid, not don't go or stop please.]
You're welcome.
[That's what he shouts after the kid, not don't go or stop please.]
[Without even thinking he throws his middle finger over his shoulder before stomping into his room. Freddy's face feels hot and his eyes even hotter.]
[Stop. Stop, old man. Just let it go, alright? Even as he's tryign to reason with himself he's following right on up the stairs.]
Would you fucking say something? Is it that fucking bad? Huh? You already can't stand me.
[Right to the door. Is it even still open? He's yelling now and he hates the sound but if he retreats away, it feels like giving up so soon.]
Would you fucking say something? Is it that fucking bad? Huh? You already can't stand me.
[Right to the door. Is it even still open? He's yelling now and he hates the sound but if he retreats away, it feels like giving up so soon.]
What do you want from me, Larry.
[He asks while putting some clothes out on the bed. He keeps his back to Larry, not wanting to look at the man and show his wounded shaking hand. He can be supercool when he wants to be but right now, with Lawrence Dimick, his pokerface is a joke.]
Just forget the whole thing and go back to the way everything was, huh?
[He asks while putting some clothes out on the bed. He keeps his back to Larry, not wanting to look at the man and show his wounded shaking hand. He can be supercool when he wants to be but right now, with Lawrence Dimick, his pokerface is a joke.]
Just forget the whole thing and go back to the way everything was, huh?
What good would that do? That won't fix anything.
[Look. Why won't he fucking look? Larry stays in the door frame. This isn't his space to go anymore. Mutual ground is now a private space. Well, private if he shuts the door.]
You're not about fixing. It's easier to fucking leave.
[He should talk, packing up too. Can't cage the man or put him in a box.]
[Look. Why won't he fucking look? Larry stays in the door frame. This isn't his space to go anymore. Mutual ground is now a private space. Well, private if he shuts the door.]
You're not about fixing. It's easier to fucking leave.
[He should talk, packing up too. Can't cage the man or put him in a box.]
[Easy? Easy? It's been so damn hard sleeping alone, fucking without fucking crying about it. He stops what he's doing to turn around, giving the old man what he wanted. Sort of.]
Is that what you think this is? Taking the easy way out?
[Freddy takes a few steps closer to Larry, bringing them within arm's reach of each other.] You think I'm being a lazy fuck who just wants to give up and run?
Is that what you think this is? Taking the easy way out?
[Freddy takes a few steps closer to Larry, bringing them within arm's reach of each other.] You think I'm being a lazy fuck who just wants to give up and run?
What the fuck am I to think? You're moving out. Why? Because you couldn't get your way?
[No. Because, Dimick, he's not ready to live like you do putting all that doubt and preoccupation with fantasy aside to root yourself to one person. Because he's still in his twenties and hasn't fucked around.
Because you're a goddamn old man who is jealous, selfish and still has so many sexual hangups for a grown fucking man. Instead of saying anything he huffs and puffs with anger.]
[No. Because, Dimick, he's not ready to live like you do putting all that doubt and preoccupation with fantasy aside to root yourself to one person. Because he's still in his twenties and hasn't fucked around.
Because you're a goddamn old man who is jealous, selfish and still has so many sexual hangups for a grown fucking man. Instead of saying anything he huffs and puffs with anger.]
[Because he couldn't get his way...are you listening to the words coming out of your mouth, Lawrence Dimick? No, of course he's not, because he's angry, frustrated, and hurt just like you, Newendyke. Still it doesn't stop Freddy's temper from getting the better of him. After all that yelling about getting his ass kicked, the realization that maybe it affected him more than Freddy wants to admit, he's the first to lash out. He shoves at Larry to get him out of the doorway.]
You motherfucker. I'm not that petty!
[It hurts because the kid knows he can be petty sometimes, but not for something like this. Maybe he really is the reason their partnership turned out so fucked up.]
You motherfucker. I'm not that petty!
[It hurts because the kid knows he can be petty sometimes, but not for something like this. Maybe he really is the reason their partnership turned out so fucked up.]
[A whole lotta hurt is in his big body, and doubt. There's something rotten here. It's not the mood, it's between them. The good times were so fucking good, and the bad were about like this. He staggers back and grips on Freddy by the shirt if he can, wadding it up into his fist.]
What are y'then? Justified?
[Larry yanks Freddy closer to breathe Corona and Chesterfield into his face.]
What are y'then? Justified?
[Larry yanks Freddy closer to breathe Corona and Chesterfield into his face.]
[Oof, he almost stumbles from the yank. The smell is no deterrent, he's fucking used to it. The proximity isn't brand new either except when they're this close it's usually on good terms. Very very good terms. Right now these are near violent terms and yet somehow it just makes Freddy want to kiss him. Don't do it, Newendyke. He swallows, hand coming up to grip Larry by the wrist.]
Let go.
Let go.
I can't.
[Even though his hands are slipping away. Grip is not what he's talking about.]
I can't just be okay with this, not this time.
[They've really fucked up. And what makes the old bear feel the worst is that he's fucked up just being himself. If he wasn't an addict then Freddy would have worked it on out. If he wasn't a loose cannon under the collar maybe he wouldn't have taken that fatal swing. Except he is. He did. Nothing will change that.]
[Even though his hands are slipping away. Grip is not what he's talking about.]
I can't just be okay with this, not this time.
[They've really fucked up. And what makes the old bear feel the worst is that he's fucked up just being himself. If he wasn't an addict then Freddy would have worked it on out. If he wasn't a loose cannon under the collar maybe he wouldn't have taken that fatal swing. Except he is. He did. Nothing will change that.]
[He can't be okay with it, well no shit, Newendyke. He doesn't want Larry to be okay with it and he feels like an awful weak man for it. He doesn't want Larry to stop loving him but he insists on leaving him. What's wrong? What broke down here? Is it the way the old man loves him? Is it the way Freddy just can't quit him? What if the real problem is Freddy Newendyke is too much of a pussy to commit. Larry deserves better than that.
No. Stop it. He's in the wrong too, don't let him get off so fast just because you thrive on his attention. Don't do it. Freddy tries to push Larry's hand away from him.]
I need to finish packin'.
[Mr. Orange, Freddy Newendyke, the kid, is so awful he can't even look the old man in the eye.]
No. Stop it. He's in the wrong too, don't let him get off so fast just because you thrive on his attention. Don't do it. Freddy tries to push Larry's hand away from him.]
I need to finish packin'.
[Mr. Orange, Freddy Newendyke, the kid, is so awful he can't even look the old man in the eye.]
Go on. Go ahead. Take all the time you want. All the fucking room.
[Now who is stomping away. He has to or else he'll grab at Freddy again. Then who knows what'll happen, he'll try to hurt him again. Or even worse, try to pull whatever shreds of love he can before all the others that'll love him and be sweet on him the way he deserves.]
Take all night.
[In his own room now to grab a coat.]
[Now who is stomping away. He has to or else he'll grab at Freddy again. Then who knows what'll happen, he'll try to hurt him again. Or even worse, try to pull whatever shreds of love he can before all the others that'll love him and be sweet on him the way he deserves.]
Take all night.
[In his own room now to grab a coat.]
......
[Freddy wants to say something but he bites his tongue. God would he like nothing more than to crawl after Larry and hug him around the waist begging for forgiveness. Now who's the one who wants to wish everything away and just go back to being a pair of guys who love each other, fuck each other, and share tacos. The kid swallows, body stiff, insides aching. He's frozen in place in the doorway.]
[Freddy wants to say something but he bites his tongue. God would he like nothing more than to crawl after Larry and hug him around the waist begging for forgiveness. Now who's the one who wants to wish everything away and just go back to being a pair of guys who love each other, fuck each other, and share tacos. The kid swallows, body stiff, insides aching. He's frozen in place in the doorway.]
Send a message when you've got all your things. I'll deal until then.
[Yeah. That's how he'll leave it. No, it doesn't make any sense because he still has clothes here, food and his girls hanging on the wall. Dash it all right now. He can't stand to be here one more second like this knowing that it's all over.
Stomping back down the stairs.]
[Yeah. That's how he'll leave it. No, it doesn't make any sense because he still has clothes here, food and his girls hanging on the wall. Dash it all right now. He can't stand to be here one more second like this knowing that it's all over.
Stomping back down the stairs.]
[Whatever you're waiting for, Lawrence Dimick, it isn't coming. Freddy goes back to packing his bag just as he said he would, though his movements are slower, less steady. His hands are shaking.]
[Coat on. Keys in hand. He remembers his beer and decides to drain it.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Fuck. He said he was leaving, if he pussies out that would be giving ground he doesn't want to give away. More a show of weakness. He already admitted a fraction of the hurt.]
Fuck you too, asshole!
[Stomping into the kitchen. The bottle shatters when he throws it into the garbage can.]
Waiting.
Waiting.
Fuck. He said he was leaving, if he pussies out that would be giving ground he doesn't want to give away. More a show of weakness. He already admitted a fraction of the hurt.]
Fuck you too, asshole!
[Stomping into the kitchen. The bottle shatters when he throws it into the garbage can.]
[The sound of glass shattering makes him wince, less so because of the destructive nature, more so because the very act seems symbolic of everything else breaking apart. But he doesn't do a single thing to stop Larry. Maybe unknown to Freddy he's killing to old man with his silence.]
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