whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

[All the noise. Ugh. Larry rolls and stops himself from falling to gauge the distance that the kid fell.]

Y'alright?

[Blink. Blink. A few tries and he offers a hand to the kid if he wants to climb up. Already the old man knows his back is stiff in the worst kind of way.]

I'm okay...

[Whine. He'll take that paw though and get back up to his feet. It was a short distance for a short Orange. Just when he turns around though he nearly crashes into...it.]

HOLY FUCK!

[The statue's as big as he is (bigger) and covering its eyes. It's poised behind Larry's head at the end of the table.]

[The pain in his cranium is instantaneous.]

Kid--c'mon. It's a library-!

[Finger to his lips.]

What's all the yellin' about?

[He doesn't see it. Not just yet. Now there's a good look around.]

Fuck! [Whatever. There is a reason now.]

Why the fuck would anyone put that there? Shit.

[Freddy didn't just retreat to climb back on the table and hide behind Larry or anything...these freckled hands stay tight on those broad shoulders.]

Fuck if I know, goddamn I had a fuckin' heart attack!

[The statue is as a statue does. It just stands there with its face in its hands. Weeping like.]

[He's gonna scoot back some. Into that body behind him. Nice to have back up.]

...what a weird place for a statue.

[...Larry is trying to catch his breath.]

I don't remember that when we came on in.

[Then again, it was pretty much a haze.]

Shit man I don't remember comin' in.

[The kid admits. He's checking himself for all his belongings now, phone, wallet, smokes, gun--

Did the statue just get closer when they weren't looking ?!]

Heh. [A paw comes up to rub on his head.]

We were only gonna stop a second. Looks like our second is up.

[Oh good idea, Freddy. Two guns, network device, sm--]

...Did something bump the table?

[Or the statue because it's closer. What the hell kind of a thing could move that so easily anyway?]

[The scalp rubbing is normally a most comforting gesture to one Freddy Newendyke but tonight well, it's not working as it normally would. Because that statue totally fucking moved.]

Let's get outta here man.

[Arm looped through Larry's to 'casually' haul them both off the table.]

[Woah. Clumsily he comes along. At least he doesn't fall like some people.]

Maybe grab something for the headache on the way.

[Turned away now from that lurking statue.]

[Shut up man this is a matter of life or statue now.] Yeah sounds like a plan.

[Except wait.] You know the way out?

[Shoulder pat. He gets a sinking feeling, that kind that you get when you're being watched.]

...I thought you did.

[They were only here once before. Eames and Arthur seemed to know where they were heading.]

I don't come here too often--[Snap of his green eyes to the left.] Fuck it's another one.

[A statue. But no Freddy it's actually the same one just following you and Mr. White.]

And I do?

[He follows Freddy's gaze. And then tries to look for the other.]

...It might be the same one. Unless they travel in packs. Fuck how does it keep on moving so fast?

[They didn't get all that far.]

Look for the red or green exit signs.

What the fuck is it? [And before Larry starts up on the kid and his knowledge of superheroes and sci-fi...] They don't got shit like this in comics.

[They kind of do in D&D but Freddy's not thinking so clearly.] You keep an eye on it, I'll look for the exit sign.

[Unless the old man wants to do it the other way around but that's why Freddy is taking the lead...cause Larry has a stone cold gaze that could freeze any old statue. Right?]

It's a statue. [At face value.] Maybe it's one of those artists you know, at the street fair.

[The face is covered. But it's speed? that he can't explain. Okay. Watching now making sure it doesn't get too close.]

It's... [by fractions of inches it's creeping.] Fuck, kid we need to get away.

I'm trying to figure it out, man, give me a second.

[Network device out, he's actually searching 'map of city library'....meanwhile there's a second statue lurking up ahead around a corner. Freddy doesn't see it yet because he's trying to load a map.]

Come on, you little shit, come on.

Maybe you could look as we go?

[Still staring, trying to watch as long as possible. The old man backs up into him. Sorry, kid. It's because he can now notice it moving in small small fractions.]

It's still moving, not much but fuck.

[He's not looking away because of that thing right there. The angel around the corner is sneaking up cleanly.]

[Oof. More than one bump because Freddy finally sees it and now it's in their way. Deer in headlights, the kid's frozen in place which makes for another heavy bump.]

I think we're gonna have to wing it. Can you run?

[Freezing? Uh. What is going on back there?]

Sure I can. Where we running to?

[Staring. He wants to turn around and get a better gauge of where the kid is at.]

...back to back or just... go and see where we're at after?

[Maybe they could go to the can?]

Jump the rail. It ain't too high. I doubt these motherfuckers can use those wings.

[Freddy's whispering in case saying this aloud jinxes their situation. The rail over there isn't particularly high from the next level, seems like they're in an alcove side wing of sorts, not the main halls.]

I'll cover you.

[He's flattered by the vote of confidence in his physical prowess. And he can follow through. First he has to detect the rail. Which means he looks away and loses precious distance.]

Okay. I'm going. Cover me.

[No more hestatition. Maybe pretending he's a Kenyan runner will help. Freddy can run faster. Fuck for all the old man knows the kid is a breath behind him.]

[Gun drawn with the safety off, Freddy's ready to slip into cop mode which has kind of already happened with the kid telling the old man what to do. He keeps his eyes on both statues, noting how they seem to almost turn towards them as they make way for the rails. One blink and suddenly the angel on the left has moved closer. Shit shit shit. Freddy keeps his eyes wide open.]

You down there? Give me a sign, man.

[Because Freddy's not gonna take his eyes off the motherfuckers but he can't hop over a rail blindly either. Well, he could, it just probably wouldn't be pretty.]

[OOMPH. The old man lands. Not as gracefully as he should. Larry runs (ouch to the ankles from the landing) to turn and look up to see Freddy and the stone statues. A real panoramic view. Whatever these things are, they're persistent.]

Yeah. I'm here. C'mon. I can see em.

[By comparison Freddy's landing is relatively solid and efficient, a cop on a foot chase kind of landing.]

Let's keep moving--[Oh look. The lights are flickering.] Oh fuck oh fuck.

[For all his sure movements the kid's not looking so brave.]

[Oh, rub it in. He tries not to look away from those stony figures to marvel at the kid's personal grace. When he wants to get the job done he's a regular Charles Bronson type.]

Shit. Just what we don't need.

[Can't see in the dark. Fuck that's clever. Huff.]

Keep goin'. Maybe if we got a flashlight or something...

[Or a network device?]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject