you shoot me in a dream

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Fuckin' fuck. Where the fuck are they, already? I can understand it takin' awhile cuz it seems the road is working against everyone but we had an agreement. An' waitin' this long in as dire a situation as this is to be hung out to dry.

[Frustration doesn't have a particular sound alone, but he's huffing or is that the labored breathing of someone else? And he has an audience of the weasel pursuation that's witnessing this.]

Only got so many bullets, we don't have much water. And I know for a fucking fact that there's no food for a long journey.

Eddie, you turd! Prove you're useful for once and show up.

[Huff. Huff.]

We're gonna get a bear to follow us...

[Oh shit. Spoke to loud the other member of the party is awake. Muffle of the device.] Hey kid... [moving here and there.]

Snuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

[.......] Come again?

Snaaugh! [speaking is very, very hard right now but he'll try again.] Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakeuuuuuugh.

Sna--fuck! Snake!

It came for blood!

[ooc; Backdated to earlier today! Mr. Orange and Mr. Pink's dialogue is color-coded true to name.]

It doesn't take a genius to see that this isn't a typical day or curse. Two days, of this? Shit. Will there be more? I thought it was strange enough as it is in these parts.

Filtered:][ to the City at Large;

Don't go talking to a man who calls himself Blonde. He's one slick motherfucker. And I say that as a supreme negative.

[audio:]

[There must be some kind of universal attraction between this man and impromptu violence. There is a hard ker-splat noise, nearly comical. See, he's laughing in shock.]

Are you kidding me? Jesus. I seen somethings. But I never seen that before. He's blinking. Breathing. Is that how you take a picture?

[Nearby, slightly muffled.]

I have. Come on, Re-Animator.

[He presses a few buttons, believing it's off.]

What?