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Post by Skynet on Jul 26, 2009 10:47:58 GMT -5
“Yeah, I hate crazy shit,” Bud shuddered. “Crazy shit is about the worst thing that could ever happen to a man.” He finished the chips and started licking the salt and crumbs from the inside of the bag.
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Post by Shiro on Jul 26, 2009 12:26:47 GMT -5
Gray nodded silently and finished off his food without another word. He didn't like thinking about Gavin-- it brought on the memories of the night in the gas station. He looked up to Bud and gave him a half hearted smile before crumpling up the paper and tossing it into a little trash can in the corner of the room.
(I always picture this scene in a barn, but I have no idea what a farm would be doing in Chicago, lol)
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Post by Skynet on Jul 26, 2009 23:28:38 GMT -5
Outwardly nonchalant, the older man tossed the wrapper over his shoulder. Salt over the shoulder was good luck, he knew, and he was sure that it applied to things that had salt on them too.
Inside, Bud was troubled. He had always been a lone wolf, and riding alone didn't bother him as much as it probably did other people. Sure, he had Mandy, but Mandy had seemed too good to be real, and now it was hard to even imagine what those days had been like. Mandy was an insubstantial wisp of dandelion that floated by on the breeze, gone before you could even blink. So it was hard for Bud to imagine how Gray was feeling...Clearly, the youngster was bothered by something. Bud would have to try out his wise-old-mentor act.
He ripped his shirt over his head, knowing that Gray wouldn't take this the wrong way. “See this?” he asked, “Do you know what this tattoo means?”
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Post by Shiro on Jul 28, 2009 19:55:08 GMT -5
Gray shook his head. He didn't know what the tattoo was or where this whole thing was going, but he was ready to listen to someone else's story to take his mind off his own.
"Nope, not a clue."
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Post by Skynet on Jul 28, 2009 22:17:09 GMT -5
“Mercy was my mother's name,” Bud said slowly, not entirely sure where he was going with this either. “She died of a heart attack when I was 18...I think it had something to do with me getting my first Harley...” He grinned, reminiscing.
“Anyway, I blamed myself for it. I started drinking, never really stopped actually, and doing stupid shit just to prove I didn't care when really I was all tore up inside. Then I met this girl and she told me something I never forgot... We were making sweet love out on the boardwalk at midnight and when we were done she looked me in the eye and said, 'Bud, why do you keep beating yourself up about the past? Have a little mercy.' I took it as a sign, because of my ma, and got the tattoo the very next day.”
Bud wiped the sweat from his brow when he was done rambling. It was a good story, he thought. He still wasn't really sure what he was trying to say, though..
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Post by Tanjuu on Aug 11, 2009 17:40:12 GMT -5
Less than a few buildings to the left, another meal was underway, in the loosest sense of the term. A man who almost looked as if he had been left back in the 1930's was sitting at a table in a smalltime French resturant, attacking a breadstick with no success.
"A glass of piss poor wine, a clove of garlic, bread you can break your teeth on and they call this eating. No wonder they can't win a war!"
Laughing at this piece of racial humor, he lost both his garlic and his balance, toppling over and hitting the tiled floor with a thump.
"Ow... I'd kill for a double cheese burger n' some fries..."
Suddenly, a scent invaded his nostril. Delighted at the prospect of a real meal, he ran out the door and straight to the source a few doors down, bashing on the door with the inedible breadstick and barely noticing the cracks it created in the surface of the door. He began to shout, punctuating each word with a whack on the door.
"Let me in dammit!"
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Post by Skynet on Aug 31, 2009 9:18:25 GMT -5
Bud's story was interrupted rudely. Which was almost a good thing, because he was about to ramble about looking forward, not behind, and Bud was many things, but he wasn't really a motivational speaker. Still, he jumped about six feet in the air when the pounding on the door began.
"What should we do?" he asked Gray with the characteristic squint that meant he was thinking hard about what to do next...
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Post by Shiro on Aug 31, 2009 20:14:37 GMT -5
Gray yelped like a girl and fell backward in his chair, "Holy fuck! That scared the shit out of me!"
He got to his feet and walked toward the door of the kitchen, "Yanno, Bud, I'm gonna be frank here... but I don't want to open that door."
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Post by Skynet on Aug 31, 2009 21:57:39 GMT -5
Bud looked askance at Gray and said, "Well, to be honest I was gonna run and hide like a little girl and make you do the opening. So this way I can save some dignity..." Bud shuffled through the piles of boxes in the room and came up with a green folding chair. "Nice chair," he muttered, dusting off of the cobwebs and jamming it under the doorknob.
"So... I vote let's hide," the old man said softly.
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Post by Tanjuu on Sept 1, 2009 17:40:34 GMT -5
The sounds of brief panic and something being jammed against the door caught Tanjuu's attention. He slowly stopped the breadstick barrage and spoke to the ones behind his obstruction to satisfaction.
"Maybe I was being a bit barbaric... Can't I just come in for a bite?"
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Post by Shiro on Sept 3, 2009 0:03:59 GMT -5
((Gray and Bud are back in the kitchen, Tanjuu is at the front of the store, he wouldn't be able to see or hear them...))
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Post by Skynet on Sept 3, 2009 1:39:05 GMT -5
Bud's brain was weighing all the options...fight or flight? Hmm...
He was torn, 50/50. So he turned to Gray to make the next decision.
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Post by Skynet on Sept 10, 2009 14:37:35 GMT -5
...And since no one was making a decision, he made one for them. Bud decided the chair wasn't secure enough and dismantled the giant gas stove from the wall. That went in front of the door too. And now that the gas line was unobstructed, they had a potential weapon... Just turn the valve, one spark and BOOM! Of course they would have to get out first... but he felt better anyway.
Suddenly Bud heard something disturbing. The scratching at the door had ceased... but something was making noise inside the room with them...
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Post by Shiro on Sept 10, 2009 16:59:04 GMT -5
Gray took a step toward Bud and grabbed his sleeve, "What was that?"
In the corner, behind the trashcan, a pile of papers rustled and then it stood up. It was a girl... maybe seventeen. She cocked her head and stepped around the trashcan. Gray looked at her and then to Bud before gasping a little, "Shit, Bud, shit!!"
He turned for the door and grabbed the stove, trying to shove it out of the way, panicking. "Bud, HELP!"
The girl smiled a little and crossed her arms, "He's a quick one..." She stepped around Bud and over to Gray before running her hand down the back of his head and onto his neck, "You don't want to hear my song?" Gray hissed at her and rushed for his bat, "Get the fuck away."
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Post by Tanjuu on Sept 10, 2009 22:56:02 GMT -5
A minute, give or take, may have passed since Tanjuu had bashed upon the door, and he was slowly getting impatient.
Right. Screw civility, I need some damned food!
Weilding the breadstick as a weapon, he made for the nearest window and hit it as hard as possible. The window gave way with a loud crash and the shards of glass became strew on the floor of the joint.
Stepping carefully over these, Tanjuu proceeded towards the kitchen, calling out as he did.
"Whoever's in here had better not have eaten everything!"
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