"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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We gotcha.
[The shield and Steve himself even though it's just as likely Steve can do it on his own. There's a bit of courtesy and ethics involved in helping out another guy when you're all in dire straits. Even if he's a super soldier.]
Damn. [Steve has a funny look to his eyes but Freddy won't push it.] Think we can save the car?
[And by saving the car, the water.]
[The shield and Steve himself even though it's just as likely Steve can do it on his own. There's a bit of courtesy and ethics involved in helping out another guy when you're all in dire straits. Even if he's a super soldier.]
Damn. [Steve has a funny look to his eyes but Freddy won't push it.] Think we can save the car?
[And by saving the car, the water.]
[Arthur shakes his head because no he doesn't mind, the most he's ever thought of objecting being kept to anywhere he might live (you can't get the smell out, and while he wouldn't mind about say, a couch, the suits are another matter.) This being none of that, he doesn't have the place to mind, much less a reason to, but he also declines the offer - polite though it is. ]
No - but thanks.
[ Maybe another day, but the scratched, dry threat of his throat already tells him better not and the swimming of his head throws in a second.
But White, Arthur remembers telling Eames, he liked. Likes rather. He tries to imagine him in the dreamshare and fails miserably though - perhaps because of his imagination (sub-par, he's been told, and he knows it's because he likes his rules, his practicalities, even in a dream and is sometimes so stuck on them that he fails to see - the saying goes - the forest for the trees) or perhaps because White is just so...
...well Arthur isn't sure of the word. Grounded? Not quite what he's looking for. Earthy? Further off. He gives up trying, to figure for the moment, finishing his water with some surprise, not realizing he'd gotten that far on it.
Presumably by now White has lit up, and Arthur eyes the cigarette thoughtfully. Eames used to smoke - especially after a fight when they were at the base - or after a meal at the Cobbs', while working on a job in Paris. He doesn't so much now, Arthur has noticed which makes it all the more problematic that it's still Eames he thinks of.
Glancing away, he absently flattens the bottle - habit, though they don't have a recycling bin anywhere remotely near this room. Free hand turning the device in his pocket idly, he ends up asking, ] Ever tried to get out?
[ Of this place, the City he means of course but doesn't think it needs clarifying. Some people have, he knows, but he also believes not all attempts are likely recorded, especially perhaps smaller ones. ]
No - but thanks.
[ Maybe another day, but the scratched, dry threat of his throat already tells him better not and the swimming of his head throws in a second.
But White, Arthur remembers telling Eames, he liked. Likes rather. He tries to imagine him in the dreamshare and fails miserably though - perhaps because of his imagination (sub-par, he's been told, and he knows it's because he likes his rules, his practicalities, even in a dream and is sometimes so stuck on them that he fails to see - the saying goes - the forest for the trees) or perhaps because White is just so...
...well Arthur isn't sure of the word. Grounded? Not quite what he's looking for. Earthy? Further off. He gives up trying, to figure for the moment, finishing his water with some surprise, not realizing he'd gotten that far on it.
Presumably by now White has lit up, and Arthur eyes the cigarette thoughtfully. Eames used to smoke - especially after a fight when they were at the base - or after a meal at the Cobbs', while working on a job in Paris. He doesn't so much now, Arthur has noticed which makes it all the more problematic that it's still Eames he thinks of.
Glancing away, he absently flattens the bottle - habit, though they don't have a recycling bin anywhere remotely near this room. Free hand turning the device in his pocket idly, he ends up asking, ] Ever tried to get out?
[ Of this place, the City he means of course but doesn't think it needs clarifying. Some people have, he knows, but he also believes not all attempts are likely recorded, especially perhaps smaller ones. ]
Edited 2011-10-15 05:45 (UTC)
[Chesterfields don't have a filter. It's an old line, older with all of the new types coming on in now with their filters and flavors. The old man's brand is said have a more rich flavor. It should for what it costs.
He doesn't get why Arthur is crushing his bottle. Funny how they are watching one another, out of habit or because that's how you keep company with people you hardly know. Maybe both.]
First change I could. Took a car [with Mr. Orange] and we circled around the whole place looking for a freeway entrance. Then one of those times that we thought we got home, tried on out. Looked like a goddamn horror movie.
He doesn't get why Arthur is crushing his bottle. Funny how they are watching one another, out of habit or because that's how you keep company with people you hardly know. Maybe both.]
First change I could. Took a car [with Mr. Orange] and we circled around the whole place looking for a freeway entrance. Then one of those times that we thought we got home, tried on out. Looked like a goddamn horror movie.
[Steve looks at the car for a long minute, and takes the tow line and begins to tie it, carefully, to the car.]
I think so.
[His knots are perfect.]
I think so.
[His knots are perfect.]
Easy.
[The car makes that groan noise and slides a little.]
Take your time.
[Even though that may not be what they have. If they can save themselves and save themselves from doing it all over again, it would be wonderful.]
[The car makes that groan noise and slides a little.]
Take your time.
[Even though that may not be what they have. If they can save themselves and save themselves from doing it all over again, it would be wonderful.]
[ He nods, takes mental note, resting his hands on his knees with the water bottle flattened and set to his side. This dream does cater to both the absurd and upsetting, from what he's seen and heard though a lot of it is the latter. Six months is a long time and yet in the scope of things maybe not enough. Arthur still doesn't feel he has a good grip on it all at least - not an absence he's fond of either.
If it didn't seem redundant, he'd shake his head but he thinks he's been doing more shaking and nodding than anything else lately so he just says,] No highways I guess? What did you see - on the border?
Anything?
If it didn't seem redundant, he'd shake his head but he thinks he's been doing more shaking and nodding than anything else lately so he just says,] No highways I guess? What did you see - on the border?
Anything?
More road. This place is an island. I figured it was the coast someplace. Eventually we'd hit the freeway or Mexico.
[Larry shrugs before licking his lips. He then takes another drag.]
I mean with the surf not far off, I figured there'd have to be a bridge then, some land mass. Not so much.
[As for the other time. Heh. He scratches behind his ear.]
The other time the City was going places or something? It looked like Los Angeles outside. I would have put money on it.
[Larry shrugs before licking his lips. He then takes another drag.]
I mean with the surf not far off, I figured there'd have to be a bridge then, some land mass. Not so much.
[As for the other time. Heh. He scratches behind his ear.]
The other time the City was going places or something? It looked like Los Angeles outside. I would have put money on it.
[There's a slight expression of oh in recognition regarding Los Angeles. Right. He remembers that one - like the City had gone on some kind of epic genre kick and not the kind of kick he'd have been hoping for anyway. Zombies, he's remembering, and then the network transmission of the equivalent to a city being annihilated - just a dream he'd kept saying to himself.]
So would I. Then zombies.
[Have put money on it, he means and laughs.
The laugh is still light, thin in an effort not to rasp, but it's genuine, dry and wry as ever at the absurdity of the situation which he knew to be par for the course in the City but seeing it at hand was different, is a bit different each time in fact - traveling City and zombies or whatever else got thrown at them.]
So would I. Then zombies.
[Have put money on it, he means and laughs.
The laugh is still light, thin in an effort not to rasp, but it's genuine, dry and wry as ever at the absurdity of the situation which he knew to be par for the course in the City but seeing it at hand was different, is a bit different each time in fact - traveling City and zombies or whatever else got thrown at them.]
Edited 2011-10-15 09:28 (UTC)
[It doesn't take long to understand what Steve's going to attempt. Even though he and Larry aren't super soldiers he's not going to stand back and watch. Just another glance at Larry then he gives a nod before approaching Cap to help pull the car back onto the ledge. You're coming too right Lawrence Dimick?]
[Steve has a handle on the rope, and he doesn't wait - waiting could be the difference between driving down and a smashed car in a ravine. He begins to pull, and the car begins to move. There's lots of space for Larry to come help.]
[Okay old man. So you're not a super hero, but shit you're a man. Larry grips the rope and hopes that he can be of some kind of an aid pulling too. Tightly now.]
We got it, champ.
[Two men on the rope. Adrenaline could turbo charge them. That's what happens in the news.]
We got it, champ.
[Two men on the rope. Adrenaline could turbo charge them. That's what happens in the news.]
[Just a dream...that's what they say in the movies when they want you to lie to yourself or someone is lying to you.]
Oh ho. So you saw it too?
[The mini Romero impersonation. Larry himself puts his arms out and quirks his head to one side. A smoldering cigarette disrupts what would be a zombified slack jaw. Oh well. Enough to get a point across.]
Dumb shit. Worth seeing for yourself though instead of always wondering if that was the chance to go...
[Exhale in a sigh up into the air.]
Oh ho. So you saw it too?
[The mini Romero impersonation. Larry himself puts his arms out and quirks his head to one side. A smoldering cigarette disrupts what would be a zombified slack jaw. Oh well. Enough to get a point across.]
Dumb shit. Worth seeing for yourself though instead of always wondering if that was the chance to go...
[Exhale in a sigh up into the air.]
[Look at that the car is budging ever so slowly. Over and over then clunk! It's back on the ledge completely and still in one piece, although the same can't be said for its alignment or that soft 'hum hum' quality the engine had when they first came up.]
Goddamn. We did it.
Goddamn. We did it.
What there was to see, sure. [ Arthur musters up something like a laugh for the impression - because the point does get across and White is perhaps easy to laugh around, or something. Logic is a bit fuzzy right now of course, like everything else. The next words are sobering in a way, or Arthur's mind is just trained to go sharp at things implying exits, or both.
Rubbing the back of his neck again, he tests his weight when he stands, resting a hand on whatever's close - back of a chair, table, whichever - and deeming it likely he won't keel over again, lets go, stands still, slips a hand into a pocket thoughtlessly. ]
Stupid not to at least check. [ He agrees - because pretty much everything is worth seeing for yourself, dream or not but especially a dream - the chance to go, the chance to wake up.
Too much happens in a dream, reality gets waylaid. The hand at his neck moves round front to smooth down over his mouth and jaw before dropping to his side. ]
Not a lot of people seem to want to go back though - not as badly as I'd think is normal.
[ Not that he's seen at least. He's assimilated as much as the others on the surface of course so who's he to say, but it's a mild bait. White can throw his opinion in or not, Arthur won't press it much. ]
Rubbing the back of his neck again, he tests his weight when he stands, resting a hand on whatever's close - back of a chair, table, whichever - and deeming it likely he won't keel over again, lets go, stands still, slips a hand into a pocket thoughtlessly. ]
Stupid not to at least check. [ He agrees - because pretty much everything is worth seeing for yourself, dream or not but especially a dream - the chance to go, the chance to wake up.
Too much happens in a dream, reality gets waylaid. The hand at his neck moves round front to smooth down over his mouth and jaw before dropping to his side. ]
Not a lot of people seem to want to go back though - not as badly as I'd think is normal.
[ Not that he's seen at least. He's assimilated as much as the others on the surface of course so who's he to say, but it's a mild bait. White can throw his opinion in or not, Arthur won't press it much. ]
[This isn't what the old man wanted to deal with about now. Thank god he's back in action. Laying down earlier was a fucking good idea.]
I don't believe this bull.
[Setting a date and a time and what happens? It's not easy trying to do this. Pink deserves to know, sure but this whole process isn't for their health. They could go on for forever and not tell the piece of shit if they really wanted to.
Except they do.]
Think he pussied out?
[As they make their way to the bastard's apartment. Their old apartment. What would be the first logical place to look if he didn't show up at the greed restaurant.]
I don't believe this bull.
[Setting a date and a time and what happens? It's not easy trying to do this. Pink deserves to know, sure but this whole process isn't for their health. They could go on for forever and not tell the piece of shit if they really wanted to.
Except they do.]
Think he pussied out?
[As they make their way to the bastard's apartment. Their old apartment. What would be the first logical place to look if he didn't show up at the greed restaurant.]
Maybe he set his clock back.
[Or is it supposed to be forward at this time of year? Though if the former were the case then Pink would've been there waiting for an hour, but just as well believable he might have left in frustration. Weird. Either way he's with the old man on this one, the guy should know, it's just a step to make because he was going to find out eventually.]
The guy doesn't have much of a reason to pussy out.
[Freddy rationalizes. At the door he knocks.] Hey. Pink.
[Or is it supposed to be forward at this time of year? Though if the former were the case then Pink would've been there waiting for an hour, but just as well believable he might have left in frustration. Weird. Either way he's with the old man on this one, the guy should know, it's just a step to make because he was going to find out eventually.]
The guy doesn't have much of a reason to pussy out.
[Freddy rationalizes. At the door he knocks.] Hey. Pink.
[There's silence, even as the door swings open gently.
Pink didn't forget or chicken out, but he's currently not really visible or even tangible.
The entry way is empty.]
Pink didn't forget or chicken out, but he's currently not really visible or even tangible.
The entry way is empty.]
Oh shit.
[That was not something that the old man saw coming. He looks into the apartment. It's not some haunted house. They used to live here. So...there shouldn't be a problem with coming in.]
Hello?
[He's reaching for a gun, just in case. Let him go first, kid.]
[That was not something that the old man saw coming. He looks into the apartment. It's not some haunted house. They used to live here. So...there shouldn't be a problem with coming in.]
Hello?
[He's reaching for a gun, just in case. Let him go first, kid.]
.....
[Not this haunted house bullshit again. Hell to the fucking no. Especially not with Larry feeling under the weather. But then if something's wrong here the kid feels obligated to check on Pink's well being. Damn. Okay in they go, guns drawn. The kid follows after the old man.]
Pink? It's Orange, I'm not in the mood for fuckin' games.
[Please don't let a wheezing kid walk out please don't let a wheezing kid walk out.]
[Not this haunted house bullshit again. Hell to the fucking no. Especially not with Larry feeling under the weather. But then if something's wrong here the kid feels obligated to check on Pink's well being. Damn. Okay in they go, guns drawn. The kid follows after the old man.]
Pink? It's Orange, I'm not in the mood for fuckin' games.
[Please don't let a wheezing kid walk out please don't let a wheezing kid walk out.]
[No wheezing kid, and the door doesn't slam shut behind them....yet.
Pink's ghost is actually chilling on the couch, and watching these guys.
Hey, I'm right here.
Anything? Anything?]
Pink's ghost is actually chilling on the couch, and watching these guys.
Hey, I'm right here.
Anything? Anything?]
[The upside of this apartment is that they know where vital things are. Doorways, closets, light switches. Except the lights are already on.]
Nothin' here that I see.
[Larry tilts his head to the bedroom and bathroom to take a peek. Nope. Sorry Pink. They don't see or hear anything.]
Nothin' here that I see.
[Larry tilts his head to the bedroom and bathroom to take a peek. Nope. Sorry Pink. They don't see or hear anything.]
Weird. I don't think he'd just take off like that.
[Nothing yet and since the door doesn't slam behind them Freddy will close it just to make sure nobody else comes in or out. Where's that cat too? You know in case it tries to throw itself at them.]
Don't seem like him. [Rambling man or not. See that's technically a compliment, Pink.]
[Nothing yet and since the door doesn't slam behind them Freddy will close it just to make sure nobody else comes in or out. Where's that cat too? You know in case it tries to throw itself at them.]
Don't seem like him. [Rambling man or not. See that's technically a compliment, Pink.]
[Pink's ghost stands up and goes right up into White's face. Oh man, this is power, because he can spit and no one would know.
Hey no one said he was brave.
He locks the door. Shit. This could be funny.
Lights, off.]
Hey no one said he was brave.
He locks the door. Shit. This could be funny.
Lights, off.]
[The place ain't that big. A sweep around and nosing in the closets show no one is here.]
It's cold in h--
[There goes the door. And the lights.]
...Who the fuck is in here?
[Safety is off now. Even though he's sure that they would have seen the source by now. Larry is looking in every corner, a hand on Freddy.]
It's cold in h--
[There goes the door. And the lights.]
...Who the fuck is in here?
[Safety is off now. Even though he's sure that they would have seen the source by now. Larry is looking in every corner, a hand on Freddy.]
Fuck.
[He didn't lock the door. Who locked the door? Why are the lights out?! Freddy is right there next to Larry, side by side or back to back, whichever covers more ground with their guns. Look at how modernized he's become, the kid uses his 'smartphone' to shine a light on the place since he ain't got no flashlight.]
You're outgunned. [Whoever it is because Freddy don't want to think it's a whatever.]
[He didn't lock the door. Who locked the door? Why are the lights out?! Freddy is right there next to Larry, side by side or back to back, whichever covers more ground with their guns. Look at how modernized he's become, the kid uses his 'smartphone' to shine a light on the place since he ain't got no flashlight.]
You're outgunned. [Whoever it is because Freddy don't want to think it's a whatever.]
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