"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
VOICEMAIL
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ACTION
PHONE CALLS
VOICEMAIL
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You both did get along pretty well. Fucking small world.
[He licks his teeth before taking another drag from his cigarette. What a great thing to come home to. And no fucking heads up? What the hell is this shit?
Larry taps off his ash as he blows the smoke upward.]
To getting a place? Yeah, I guess.
[He licks his teeth before taking another drag from his cigarette. What a great thing to come home to. And no fucking heads up? What the hell is this shit?
Larry taps off his ash as he blows the smoke upward.]
To getting a place? Yeah, I guess.
[No pause, because Pink's brain processes. He decides to wait off on that conversation for another day. Probably with Orange. The kid cracks easy]
Well, whatever. You guys want to set up like the fucking odd couple, that's your thing.
Well, whatever. You guys want to set up like the fucking odd couple, that's your thing.
You mean, Orange and me?
[Ah, that'd make sense about the close. Aw, shit.]
It's smart to stick together. Hell, didn't see you coming. Who knows. What if we get the cops.
[He looks down, not staring at anything particular as he says, rather softly...]
Joe.
[Ah, that'd make sense about the close. Aw, shit.]
It's smart to stick together. Hell, didn't see you coming. Who knows. What if we get the cops.
[He looks down, not staring at anything particular as he says, rather softly...]
Joe.
If Joe shows up here, what'll he fucking have?
[He shrugs again]
This place has cops of its own, doesn't it? But shit, this is better than a fresh fucking start in a new city.
[He shrugs again]
This place has cops of its own, doesn't it? But shit, this is better than a fresh fucking start in a new city.
Nothin' but a grudge worth carrying out I suppose.
[God, this subject, this whole damn thing. He could have just gone some place else rather than home. Too fucking late. And leaving now would be a dead give away. He's no coward, no turning tail. It's his own damn fault isn't it, in more ways than one. No body asked him to bring up Joe. It was a card to play.]
The cops here don't know shit about criminals unless they do a big heist or some shit to get everyone's attention.
[Chesterfield ash falls.]
Easier than a fresh fucking start in a new city. At least for me.
[God, this subject, this whole damn thing. He could have just gone some place else rather than home. Too fucking late. And leaving now would be a dead give away. He's no coward, no turning tail. It's his own damn fault isn't it, in more ways than one. No body asked him to bring up Joe. It was a card to play.]
The cops here don't know shit about criminals unless they do a big heist or some shit to get everyone's attention.
[Chesterfield ash falls.]
Easier than a fresh fucking start in a new city. At least for me.
[snort]
Sounds like the perfect kind of place to make shit happen.
Sounds like the perfect kind of place to make shit happen.
The right time, the right resources...sure.
[Larry scratches his chin. That one sounded loaded.]
You have any plans?
[Larry scratches his chin. That one sounded loaded.]
You have any plans?
Not yet. I'll let you know if I do.
Good man.
[He's up to grab his coffee mug. It's a good enough break for it. That don't look like a nervous.]
Til then you're gonna dirty up dishes and make leftovers?
[He's up to grab his coffee mug. It's a good enough break for it. That don't look like a nervous.]
Til then you're gonna dirty up dishes and make leftovers?
[White regards Pink over his mug. Simple enough, but see, this man is the type to really want to know the nuts and bolts especially if it is advantageous in anyway at all.]
[Your phone's going off, old man. It'll keep going until you answer.]
[Woah. Unexpected. He clears his throat before answering.]
Hello.
Hello.
Hey.
[You can probably hear hospital hullabaloo in the background, Larry.]
[You can probably hear hospital hullabaloo in the background, Larry.]
[Talk about noisy.]
What's going on?
[He's not one to call.]
What's going on?
[He's not one to call.]
I had an accident, but I think I'm gonna be okay.
["Sir, you shouldn't be talking--"]
Fuck you. [Nope, Freddy's not giving up his phone.]
["Sir, you shouldn't be talking--"]
Fuck you. [Nope, Freddy's not giving up his phone.]
What?
[Note the hustle now to his voice. This comes from grabbing up a coat and shoes.]
Where the fuck are you? What happened?
[Note the hustle now to his voice. This comes from grabbing up a coat and shoes.]
Where the fuck are you? What happened?
The hospital. I got bit.
[More hospital noise and a nurse insisting he stop talking.]
I'm gonna be okay though, cause I'm a tough guy.
I swear to fucking God. [That part's not for you, Larry, but this is.]
Come visit me?
[More hospital noise and a nurse insisting he stop talking.]
I'm gonna be okay though, cause I'm a tough guy.
I swear to fucking God. [That part's not for you, Larry, but this is.]
Come visit me?
[Did he just say bit? Bit by what? A dog? A lion? Who the fuck knows what the hell is around here? He's locking up, shutting the door a little loudly.]
Damn straight you are.
[He's made it as far as the hospital. That much is good. Maybe. Larry's heart is racing in his ears, and his steps are echoing over the phone line perhaps.]
I'm on my way.
Damn straight you are.
[He's made it as far as the hospital. That much is good. Maybe. Larry's heart is racing in his ears, and his steps are echoing over the phone line perhaps.]
I'm on my way.
I'm John Doe, but Claire keeps callin' me BJ.
[So next to his name on the paper is "(BJ?)" which should help you find him, Larry.]
See you soon huh?
[So next to his name on the paper is "(BJ?)" which should help you find him, Larry.]
See you soon huh?
Claire's with you?
[Is this good news? He doesn't know yet. Now isn't the time for stupid questions. Shit shit shit.]
Soon, kid.
[How bad is the damage? How long has he been bleeding? Larry can see the warehouse in his head. All that red, red blood too.]
[Is this good news? He doesn't know yet. Now isn't the time for stupid questions. Shit shit shit.]
Soon, kid.
[How bad is the damage? How long has he been bleeding? Larry can see the warehouse in his head. All that red, red blood too.]
Okay.
[He has the right sense not to say Larry. That's good news too.]
I gotta go.
[He has the right sense not to say Larry. That's good news too.]
I gotta go.
[He doesn't want to say goodbye. The conversation will end one way or the other without it.]
Okay.
[What can he say? Hold on? He should have been there or something.]
Be there before you know it.
Okay.
[What can he say? Hold on? He should have been there or something.]
Be there before you know it.
[He has a cold beer, and this is the kind of place that Pink likes. A nice atmosphere, just drinks, nothing special. And the company ain't so bad, either. Really.]
So someone tell me why the fuck anyone in this hellhole would get on a train that people couldn't get off of once it started going.
So someone tell me why the fuck anyone in this hellhole would get on a train that people couldn't get off of once it started going.
Simple, they didn't know they weren't gonna be able to get off of it.
[Mr. White has his own beer, bottled no tap. Nothing special at all. And for once he didn't have to work today, so he's dressed well without the whole entire suit ensemble. Not that it matters. Queer line of thinking, isn't it? Samuel Adams tastes good tonight.]
I mean, if you saw a train would you be thinking about never being able to leave? Or how about an elevator for that matter?
[Mr. White has his own beer, bottled no tap. Nothing special at all. And for once he didn't have to work today, so he's dressed well without the whole entire suit ensemble. Not that it matters. Queer line of thinking, isn't it? Samuel Adams tastes good tonight.]
I mean, if you saw a train would you be thinking about never being able to leave? Or how about an elevator for that matter?
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