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But I ain't no madman.
Jan. 1st, 2025 11:22 pm
PHONE CALLS
VOICEMAIL
TEXT
ACTION
PHONE CALLS
VOICEMAIL
TEXT
ACTION
text; poor, poor attempt at a private to Mr. Eames
HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it
video!
[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops. Almost drops the gadget. Phew. Good save. Now it will be held up higher to prevent that from happening again. The effect is less gut wrenching.]
Mr. Eames. You're a pile of horse shit. Lookit what you're missing.
[It's not the Blue Light, it's another rather less kept establishment. Swaying steps end at the bar.]
Here! Here's our buddy. [Audible pause. He almost says something he shouldn't.] It's [hyuk] Mr.-Mr. Orange. [The man is clearly inebriated too. He waves at the camera which is very much in his face to show freckles on his nose.] What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you wanna miss out? [Teeth! Mr. Orange's teeth. Okay zooming out.]
And over here--[there's a shot glass pyramid in the words that the network device sees for a second] here is Mr. Pink. [Bug eyed and mustachoed Mr. Pink is not so drunk. How nice to not have such a close frame, even when he is speaking:] This is the best fucking use of my time in the past year I've lived in this shithole.
[Whoever is filming, it isn't hard to guess at this point with the usual suspects, laughs. Okay, okay. He shows himself. It's Mr. White! Not surprising. And he is three sheets to the wind.]
Night two, [he holds up two thick fingers like a peace sign grinning like a fool] and you-you're fucking losing out!
HeEy Eemes I---
end; yeah...that's it
video!
[There's a relatively noisy bar, but it is easily chalked up to the fact that the network device is in someone's hand as he walks from the can. Charlie Feathers grade rock and roll is blasting. There are a few sets of feet on a dance floor. Oops. Almost drops the gadget. Phew. Good save. Now it will be held up higher to prevent that from happening again. The effect is less gut wrenching.]
Mr. Eames. You're a pile of horse shit. Lookit what you're missing.
[It's not the Blue Light, it's another rather less kept establishment. Swaying steps end at the bar.]
Here! Here's our buddy. [Audible pause. He almost says something he shouldn't.] It's [hyuk] Mr.-Mr. Orange. [The man is clearly inebriated too. He waves at the camera which is very much in his face to show freckles on his nose.] What the fuck is wrong with you, why would you wanna miss out? [Teeth! Mr. Orange's teeth. Okay zooming out.]
And over here--[there's a shot glass pyramid in the words that the network device sees for a second] here is Mr. Pink. [Bug eyed and mustachoed Mr. Pink is not so drunk. How nice to not have such a close frame, even when he is speaking:] This is the best fucking use of my time in the past year I've lived in this shithole.
[Whoever is filming, it isn't hard to guess at this point with the usual suspects, laughs. Okay, okay. He shows himself. It's Mr. White! Not surprising. And he is three sheets to the wind.]
Night two, [he holds up two thick fingers like a peace sign grinning like a fool] and you-you're fucking losing out!
....Now we really know it's a dog eat dog city.
[ooc; BAUGHG backtagging abound! Happy Halloweeen!]
[ooc; BAUGHG backtagging abound! Happy Halloweeen!]
I dunno if anyone else noticed but shit is just as exciting and intense in black and white as it is technicolor. Feel like I should put that out there. Case you forgot.
I wasn't alive when movies didn't have sound. Guess I'm gonna start dating myself in a second but listen up. About the time I was growing up films finally went to color. Just nothin' but detail. You still get a whole damn story. Gotta be lookin' a certain way.
Don't go thinkin' that I liked it. I didn't. It was liveable though.
I wasn't alive when movies didn't have sound. Guess I'm gonna start dating myself in a second but listen up. About the time I was growing up films finally went to color. Just nothin' but detail. You still get a whole damn story. Gotta be lookin' a certain way.
Don't go thinkin' that I liked it. I didn't. It was liveable though.
Video;
[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]
..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]
Enough of that shit.
[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]
If it ain't one thing. It's the other.
[Blip! Network feed starts now! The whole picture is gray at first and color filters in. There's something about the quality though, it is like a retro film in need of restoration. A young man is walking through a hallway. The camera is perched at the back of the young man's full head of dark brown hair. It's shaggy and needing to be combed. He's got other things to worry about like walking through the hallway. There are windows but they're up high. Footsteps echo and now and then there are shoulders on either side of him, bigger and taller.
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]
A song is playing, distorted and echoing and in down right shitty radio quality. A rumble starts, at first it's like an earthquake. The young man's shoulders hunch a little. That's no earthquake. It's a slew of voices. A guard is at the door and he nods to the shoulders on either side of the young man before opening the door with not one, but three keys.
Another hallway. On each side are cells. The music is over. There are jeers and shouts.
"White meat, incoming!"
"My, my, my."
"Don't look at me small fry, don't fucking look at me. I will cut you."
"If your mama could see you now, fucker."
And it keeps going. Clearly this is not a high activity facility, it all looks dated.]
[ooc; backdated to the 26th!!]
Huh. This is how many times now? Enough for me to say this again.
Lemme make this a bit more interesting. What's your favorite song before 1989?
filtered to Mr. Blonde;
If you're out there you son of a bitch we'll talk man to man.
[ooc; backdated before midnight! Anything goes. Severe trauma will be forgotten~~]
Lemme make this a bit more interesting. What's your favorite song before 1989?
filtered to Mr. Blonde;
If you're out there you son of a bitch we'll talk man to man.
[ooc; backdated before midnight! Anything goes. Severe trauma will be forgotten~~]
There's plenty of weird shit and specialists in this City. Everybody knows that. Don't do me wrong.
Is there a bird doctor in the house?
[ooc; forward dated to this evening.]
Is there a bird doctor in the house?
[ooc; forward dated to this evening.]
[audio][
What is the appeal of visiting this place? Now, I'm only askin' because I can't think of the answer. At least not one that'd apply to so many fu [oh wait there could be kids around] er...people. All of you can't be gambling types and the hunting isn't what you'd call sportsman grade. Far as I know that means no monsters. Entertainmet? Nope. I'm no more Mickey Mouse than this is Disneyland.
What is the appeal of visiting this place? Now, I'm only askin' because I can't think of the answer. At least not one that'd apply to so many fu [oh wait there could be kids around] er...people. All of you can't be gambling types and the hunting isn't what you'd call sportsman grade. Far as I know that means no monsters. Entertainmet? Nope. I'm no more Mickey Mouse than this is Disneyland.
[audio]
How long does winter last in these parts? Are we talking Alaska? Wisconsin? North Carolina? I'm askin' because I don't know. So don't bother giving any lip.
[pause]
Wait. Let me guess. We gotta wait for a fucking ground hog. I'm indifferent on most traditions but that one's particularly stupid. As a kid I asked about that shit all of the time. No one knew why. Besides, if I want accuracy, I'm not going to an overgrown rodent.
Say, Pink. Any better?
How long does winter last in these parts? Are we talking Alaska? Wisconsin? North Carolina? I'm askin' because I don't know. So don't bother giving any lip.
[pause]
Wait. Let me guess. We gotta wait for a fucking ground hog. I'm indifferent on most traditions but that one's particularly stupid. As a kid I asked about that shit all of the time. No one knew why. Besides, if I want accuracy, I'm not going to an overgrown rodent.
Say, Pink. Any better?
[audio]
I dunno about everyone else but [he clears his voice, trying to keep it light with a laugh] helluva weekend. Next one I think I'm gonna stay in.
I dunno about everyone else but [he clears his voice, trying to keep it light with a laugh] helluva weekend. Next one I think I'm gonna stay in.
[audio]
Okay. I got one for you.
[The man's squeezing in a little fun at work, not much hours to put in anyways.]
Alice was napping before the big New Year's shindig. What person don't do that, right if you're going until sunrise? Anyway, she woke up and she had to tell Frank, her boyfriend about this dream she had. "Baby, I dreamed you gave a diamond ring. What do you think it means?"
[Pause for inhaling and exhaling a puff of cigarette.]
You know? Laying it on real thick like just shy of spelling it out in neon lights. Frank was wise to this. So he just smiled, nodded and told her she'll figure it out by the end of the night. So. Midnight. Everyone's making noise. Fireworks go off. All that shit. Alice turned to Frank batting her eyelashes. Franky knew it was time so slipped Alice a small box. She opened it to find a pocketbook titled "The Meaning of Dreams."
Okay. I got one for you.
[The man's squeezing in a little fun at work, not much hours to put in anyways.]
Alice was napping before the big New Year's shindig. What person don't do that, right if you're going until sunrise? Anyway, she woke up and she had to tell Frank, her boyfriend about this dream she had. "Baby, I dreamed you gave a diamond ring. What do you think it means?"
[Pause for inhaling and exhaling a puff of cigarette.]
You know? Laying it on real thick like just shy of spelling it out in neon lights. Frank was wise to this. So he just smiled, nodded and told her she'll figure it out by the end of the night. So. Midnight. Everyone's making noise. Fireworks go off. All that shit. Alice turned to Frank batting her eyelashes. Franky knew it was time so slipped Alice a small box. She opened it to find a pocketbook titled "The Meaning of Dreams."
[audio][
[A gun cocks, then another.]
If I didn't know any better I'd think that there's someone somewhere lookin' out for me.
[Crunch, crunch of snow beneath his feet. Mr. White is on the prowl.]
Never cared much for vampires to begin with. At least one thing's going right.
[ooc; backdated before midnight. This post is open for action spammage]
[A gun cocks, then another.]
If I didn't know any better I'd think that there's someone somewhere lookin' out for me.
[Crunch, crunch of snow beneath his feet. Mr. White is on the prowl.]
Never cared much for vampires to begin with. At least one thing's going right.
[ooc; backdated before midnight. This post is open for action spammage]
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.
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?
[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?
