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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
( Untitled by Mr. White---work in progress, Rated: Teen +, Western karma. )
....that's all I got so far. I was thinking of writing it out by hand. Sure wouldn't take so fucking long.
....that's all I got so far. I was thinking of writing it out by hand. Sure wouldn't take so fucking long.
I only been here for one winter. From what I've seen it gets cold like any other place. I don't think that it needs a whole damn new wardrobe. Peanuts really from what I've seen. Don't go turning down free shit on my behalf. That's the least that the City can do.
When are they gonna give out cars? I wanna be around for that day.
When are they gonna give out cars? I wanna be around for that day.
[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!!]
accidental audio][
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.]
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.]
[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."
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.
For awhile I thought that this City was NYC, now I'm thinking it's down south. All friendly, close knit like, it wasn't something I'd expect. I guess it's because it takes the melting pot metaphor to the extreme. Anyone else think of that? Easy to settle in, easy to get a job, easy to make money, easy solve problems... not the curse ones. I missed the train.
Thanksgiving was a good one. Since there's kids on here, I'll leave it like that.
Thanksgiving was a good one. Since there's kids on here, I'll leave it like that.
text;
milk
tv dinners (Salisbury steak, mac and cheese)
eggs
cheese--(Cheddar, American)
fruit?
bread
cereal
coffee
poor attempt at making text private;
Whatever happened to my collection of toy cars? I lost the box of them moving between the eleven homes I lived in. I can't remember which. My mitt too. All of that shit got lost.
milk
tv dinners (Salisbury steak, mac and cheese)
eggs
cheese--(Cheddar, American)
fruit?
bread
cereal
coffee
poor attempt at making text private;
Whatever happened to my collection of toy cars? I lost the box of them moving between the eleven homes I lived in. I can't remember which. My mitt too. All of that shit got lost.
