"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.
PHONE CALLS
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PHONE CALLS
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ACTION
[Freckled hands are coming in to pull and pry and the damn puppet. Look Freddy even has some kind of fork now to do it. Pry pry pry. He's careful to keep the tines not angled towards the old man for an accidental stab.]
Hey fuck off you little shit!
[THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT A FRIEND. Oh shit the little fucker's possessed.]
Hey fuck off you little shit!
[THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT A FRIEND. Oh shit the little fucker's possessed.]
[Combined efforts fling off the horrible puppet. He hits the wall.]
D'aawwww...
[And just...lays there. Larry puts both hands to his face. His cheeks are hot and stinging.]
Goddamn. How the hell did that happen?
[The show is still rolling. And somehow Howdy is as he should be on the screen.]
Don't touch it.
[Arms are crumbled and askew. His neck is twisted along with his legs. If he were a living being, he would be dead. But...]
D'aawwww...
[And just...lays there. Larry puts both hands to his face. His cheeks are hot and stinging.]
Goddamn. How the hell did that happen?
[The show is still rolling. And somehow Howdy is as he should be on the screen.]
Don't touch it.
[Arms are crumbled and askew. His neck is twisted along with his legs. If he were a living being, he would be dead. But...]
[Freddy's moving forward to pin the thing in place--or not.] What? It tried to kill you, man.
[Don't be soft just cause it's part of your childhood, Dimick.] We gotta do something. Put him in a box, a bag, whatever.
[Then throw it in a river.]
[Don't be soft just cause it's part of your childhood, Dimick.] We gotta do something. Put him in a box, a bag, whatever.
[Then throw it in a river.]
I know.
[He's looking around.]
Stay there. Keep an eye on it.
[To the closet by the door! There's a baseball bat in there still right?]
Gotta be sure he's not gonna move again.
[He's looking around.]
Stay there. Keep an eye on it.
[To the closet by the door! There's a baseball bat in there still right?]
Gotta be sure he's not gonna move again.
Whoa whoa you don't have to do anything drastic I mean...he's Howdy Doody.
[Your friend, Lawrence Dimick. Watch the kid flip flop on the issue now. Of course the real Howdy Doody wouldn't attack a dedicated fan, right? So in a sense it's not Howdy Doody at all. He'll keep an eye on the puppet as asked though. Crrrk crrrk creeeaaak.]
........Laaarrrryyyy huurrrry.
[The puppet's head is doing a slow 180 turn.]
[Your friend, Lawrence Dimick. Watch the kid flip flop on the issue now. Of course the real Howdy Doody wouldn't attack a dedicated fan, right? So in a sense it's not Howdy Doody at all. He'll keep an eye on the puppet as asked though. Crrrk crrrk creeeaaak.]
........Laaarrrryyyy huurrrry.
[The puppet's head is doing a slow 180 turn.]
[Seriously. Where is the bat? Then he remembers really rummaging through this when he thought he was moving. Fuck.]
Forget it. Back up.
[And in case if Freddy's hesitant, the old man sprints the precious feet between them to haul him back.]
Howdy's not like that.
[Except he'll think twice of ever, ever getting a mint condition figure of any kind. That head is coming around and each limb is slowly fixing itself back into the right places.]
Forget it. Back up.
[And in case if Freddy's hesitant, the old man sprints the precious feet between them to haul him back.]
Howdy's not like that.
[Except he'll think twice of ever, ever getting a mint condition figure of any kind. That head is coming around and each limb is slowly fixing itself back into the right places.]
[Oof. The kid gets hauled a little rougher than expected but this ain't no wrestling for the foreplay matter, this is serious. He peers around Larry to the puppet.]
No shit if he was he'd be on late night cable what the fuck is it doing Larry do something.
[Just because Freddy likes a monster or mutant or two doesn't mean he wants a potentially killer puppet for a pet. Damn if Sam were here that thing would be toast.] What if we just...throw him out the window?
No shit if he was he'd be on late night cable what the fuck is it doing Larry do something.
[Just because Freddy likes a monster or mutant or two doesn't mean he wants a potentially killer puppet for a pet. Damn if Sam were here that thing would be toast.] What if we just...throw him out the window?
Turn 'im loose on everybody else?
[That a cop thing to do? Whoops. Damn, old man. You and your big trap. Larry grabs one of the stools from their kitchen island and uses it as though he's taming a wild beast. Except Howdy can climb that. He drops it hard.]
We could put 'im somewhere. The bathroom...a closet...
[Oh shit here he comes again, trying that flinging trick. Freddy look out!]
[That a cop thing to do? Whoops. Damn, old man. You and your big trap. Larry grabs one of the stools from their kitchen island and uses it as though he's taming a wild beast. Except Howdy can climb that. He drops it hard.]
We could put 'im somewhere. The bathroom...a closet...
[Oh shit here he comes again, trying that flinging trick. Freddy look out!]
Fine let's lock him up in the trunk and...drive him somewhere--!!!!
[Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.]
Let's ride away!
[Flail flail flail. Howdy's on the kid, straddling the back of his neck and.... Riding. Riding. Humping. Riding. Oh god he feels a little violated.] Shit get off me you little fucker!
[Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.]
Let's ride away!
[Flail flail flail. Howdy's on the kid, straddling the back of his neck and.... Riding. Riding. Humping. Riding. Oh god he feels a little violated.] Shit get off me you little fucker!
Oh no you don't!
[One thing to disturb the peace, another thing to slap Lawrence Dimick in the face....Nobody but NOBODY fucks with Freddy Newendyke when the old man has a hand in it. Two hands. Both grab onto Howdy and yank. Some dirty blonde hair are caught up in the conflict. He'll say his apologies later.]
Get off you nasty little son of a bitch!
[He's going. That's final!]
[One thing to disturb the peace, another thing to slap Lawrence Dimick in the face....Nobody but NOBODY fucks with Freddy Newendyke when the old man has a hand in it. Two hands. Both grab onto Howdy and yank. Some dirty blonde hair are caught up in the conflict. He'll say his apologies later.]
Get off you nasty little son of a bitch!
[He's going. That's final!]
[Orange's hero.] Ow!
[There goes some of his hair. It's not as thick as Lawrence Dimick's either, tear. Not that the kid is actually tearing up. Once the puppet's off him he's already making for the next inevitable step.]
Sit on the shit, I'm getting the duct tape!
[There goes some of his hair. It's not as thick as Lawrence Dimick's either, tear. Not that the kid is actually tearing up. Once the puppet's off him he's already making for the next inevitable step.]
Sit on the shit, I'm getting the duct tape!
[Sit, lay, whatever! Larry's using whatever part of his body. A portion of Howdy is starting to split. It's just not meant to support heavy big ol' bodies. Limbs out of commission have the puppet biting.]
Hurry. I got him just hurry!
[Those teeth better not leave marks!]
Hurry. I got him just hurry!
[Those teeth better not leave marks!]
[Oh hell naw. Nobody bites Lawrence Dimick's ass without Freddy Newendyke's teeth and no that's not an invitation for Howdy Doody's evil twin to take his chompers out. Roll of duct tape acquired, the kid returns with a strip already rolled out.]
Okay on the count of three--three!
[There was going to be a countdown but the puppet's gone berserk with overly cheerful maniacal rage. Something about wanting to know them better and deeper than ever, so deep they'll be coughing up splinters. Yeah no thanks. Freddy does his best to get those limbs taped together.]
Okay on the count of three--three!
[There was going to be a countdown but the puppet's gone berserk with overly cheerful maniacal rage. Something about wanting to know them better and deeper than ever, so deep they'll be coughing up splinters. Yeah no thanks. Freddy does his best to get those limbs taped together.]
[Scrambling with the flailing bits really is making the old man wish he had stayed in bed. The sandwich wasn't that good.]
Keep at it. Keep at it now. Almost-!
[A close sort of state of tape mummification. Larry turns Howdy and almost gets chomped at the wrist.]
Nasty fucker.
Keep at it. Keep at it now. Almost-!
[A close sort of state of tape mummification. Larry turns Howdy and almost gets chomped at the wrist.]
Nasty fucker.
[Strrriiiiip and slap! Now Howdy has a piece over his black and white wooden mouth. Nasty son of a bitch. Huff puff.]
.......What now?
[The kid asks since this is a poor copy of the old man's old friend. He gets to make the call, as long as he doesn't expose himself to more biting and tackling.]
.......What now?
[The kid asks since this is a poor copy of the old man's old friend. He gets to make the call, as long as he doesn't expose himself to more biting and tackling.]
Looks like he's not gonna move.
[Or talk. That's a relief. Big ol' eyes and eyebrows blink and wobble to show how pissed off he is. Larry stands up and puts a foot on his middle.]
Can you please get a pillow case? Think we should find a body of water to put him into.
[Like an enemy. This ain't no friend. Though he is having a very hard time reconciling what he's presently capable of with an image from his past. Well, it is easier after being smacked and bit. Seeing him duct taped before he knew the stuff existed also takes off the traumatic edge.]
[Or talk. That's a relief. Big ol' eyes and eyebrows blink and wobble to show how pissed off he is. Larry stands up and puts a foot on his middle.]
Can you please get a pillow case? Think we should find a body of water to put him into.
[Like an enemy. This ain't no friend. Though he is having a very hard time reconciling what he's presently capable of with an image from his past. Well, it is easier after being smacked and bit. Seeing him duct taped before he knew the stuff existed also takes off the traumatic edge.]
I'm on it.
[Freddy dashes off to get a case from upstairs, quick to make it snappy in case the evil thing somehow manages to get free of the tape. On his way back down the stairs the kid asks.]
You think he's the only one?
[The TV's still on. Maybe they should turn that off yep.]
[Freddy dashes off to get a case from upstairs, quick to make it snappy in case the evil thing somehow manages to get free of the tape. On his way back down the stairs the kid asks.]
You think he's the only one?
[The TV's still on. Maybe they should turn that off yep.]
I...I don't know.
[He didn't even think about it. Not for a second. Larry swallows. Howdy on the TV is still grinning. Making nice with the kids as he has done for the space of Larry's childhood.
Brown eyes are darting to every corner. Shit it is night. And they didn't turn on all the lights.]
[He didn't even think about it. Not for a second. Larry swallows. Howdy on the TV is still grinning. Making nice with the kids as he has done for the space of Larry's childhood.
Brown eyes are darting to every corner. Shit it is night. And they didn't turn on all the lights.]
[Click click. That's his gun locking and loading.]
Let's get outta here and wait it out.
[Like they had to wait out most of the day in a goddamn tree. At least the TV turns off with a simple click. No tricks here. Yet.]
Let's get outta here and wait it out.
[Like they had to wait out most of the day in a goddamn tree. At least the TV turns off with a simple click. No tricks here. Yet.]
[This looks like the place and the kid's right on time. But Freddy's wearing a skeptical expression because it's clearly not a dining establishment or some sort of location in which they can indulge in a shared interest like baseball or something such. Very curious. Freddy moves on forward, sneaking by into the lobby, fully clothed. For now.]
[Well at least one of them is ready. Mr. White is in some go-aheads provided by the establishment along with a large white robe. A little casual wave for Mr. Orange in case he needs a special something to flag him down. The old man is having a smoke in the lobby. While it is a relaxing, welcoming environment they have preferred smoking areas. Hmph.]
You're early.
[And he is so very pleased at that.]
You're early.
[And he is so very pleased at that.]
[Oh there we go. Freddy moves on towards Larry.]
Hi.
[Not that early but the kid's not one to quibble when there are other more important distinctions here. Like the old man's clothes.]
So...what's going on?
Hi.
[Not that early but the kid's not one to quibble when there are other more important distinctions here. Like the old man's clothes.]
So...what's going on?
We got an appointment.
[No hurry for anything right now. Especially answers. Larry takes another drag. Don't want to scare the kid off now...]
C'mon. I got one of these for you.
[He tugs at the collar of his robe but is not gonna reveal any of the goods. Not now at least.]
[No hurry for anything right now. Especially answers. Larry takes another drag. Don't want to scare the kid off now...]
C'mon. I got one of these for you.
[He tugs at the collar of his robe but is not gonna reveal any of the goods. Not now at least.]
Okay...
[If only he could get a sample....but the kid relents. No licking his chops yet. From the looks of the place it doesn't seem like that kind of establishment. Of course Freddy's not been to a lot of places such as this, and the seedy sex club looks like one from the outside. Anyway he keeps on following Larry.]
An appointment for what?
[Sure won't stop him from asking questions.]
[If only he could get a sample....but the kid relents. No licking his chops yet. From the looks of the place it doesn't seem like that kind of establishment. Of course Freddy's not been to a lot of places such as this, and the seedy sex club looks like one from the outside. Anyway he keeps on following Larry.]
An appointment for what?
[Sure won't stop him from asking questions.]
One thing at a time, man.
[Leading the way, knowing that the kid will follow.]
In there.
[A locker room, sorta like a gym or pool. Nothing too out there, though these lockers are pleasantly large. Just like he said there's a robe inside.]
You're gonna like it.
[He dearly hopes.]
[Leading the way, knowing that the kid will follow.]
In there.
[A locker room, sorta like a gym or pool. Nothing too out there, though these lockers are pleasantly large. Just like he said there's a robe inside.]
You're gonna like it.
[He dearly hopes.]
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