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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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Papiiiiiii papiiiiiii!
[The woman goes from combative to doting in 0.2 seconds flat. She's on her knees at his side to see if he's okay and hisses at the two, telling those around her to get those gringos. Typical of the DV Farm Garden Variety. The other dog on the other hand is smarter, he just sits next to his downed master panting and drooling. Things are so much nicer when that brat is out cold. The neighborhood seems to agree, so far nobody steps up to the plate to follow them.]
That was hard.
[Freddy says through tense jaws because he won't stand to shake his fist out in public.] Head full of rocks.
[The woman goes from combative to doting in 0.2 seconds flat. She's on her knees at his side to see if he's okay and hisses at the two, telling those around her to get those gringos. Typical of the DV Farm Garden Variety. The other dog on the other hand is smarter, he just sits next to his downed master panting and drooling. Things are so much nicer when that brat is out cold. The neighborhood seems to agree, so far nobody steps up to the plate to follow them.]
That was hard.
[Freddy says through tense jaws because he won't stand to shake his fist out in public.] Head full of rocks.
[Larry's ears are ringing with the shrillness of the girlfriend's voice. Except he doesn't even see her. He's dimly aware that Mister Dog is pulling him in the same direction that the kid is strutting. Maybe he's just walking but sure as shit the old man swears it is a full out strut.
Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]
Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]
Huh?
[Yep. That's dumb clueless talk for you, old man. What's so hard about it? Ahem. In any case the kid's on his way at similar pace, quickly getting out of there with Mister Dog in tow. It says just as much that the big beast doesn't hold them back.]
I know.
[Freddy crows. He knows a compliment on his cold clocking when he hears one.]
[Yep. That's dumb clueless talk for you, old man. What's so hard about it? Ahem. In any case the kid's on his way at similar pace, quickly getting out of there with Mister Dog in tow. It says just as much that the big beast doesn't hold them back.]
I know.
[Freddy crows. He knows a compliment on his cold clocking when he hears one.]
[His acting skills are above average. Larry is a little too alert with their getaway to try to see right on through him. But chances are he's just bullshitting.]
Good form. Good timing. I'm pretty sure that shit had a gun or something.
[Still walking, walking. Mister Dog thinks they're going for a sprint and so really they're making brilliant time. The shrieking pitch of the girlfriend means they're still way, way back there as the sound fades.]
Good form. Good timing. I'm pretty sure that shit had a gun or something.
[Still walking, walking. Mister Dog thinks they're going for a sprint and so really they're making brilliant time. The shrieking pitch of the girlfriend means they're still way, way back there as the sound fades.]
Probably stolen. Low caliber. Maybe jams.
[Not that those are good reasons to think little of a firearm. Freddy's just saying though, just saying Pablo or Jose or Cesar or whatever the hell his name is probably was never a threat to begin with. Just a threat to animals. Not anymore though, right, Mister Dog? Freddy pat pats the big beast on the noggin.]
I don't know why you don't try to bite him in the nuts, dude.
[He says to the dog.]
[Not that those are good reasons to think little of a firearm. Freddy's just saying though, just saying Pablo or Jose or Cesar or whatever the hell his name is probably was never a threat to begin with. Just a threat to animals. Not anymore though, right, Mister Dog? Freddy pat pats the big beast on the noggin.]
I don't know why you don't try to bite him in the nuts, dude.
[He says to the dog.]
Probably doesn't know how to clean it, I'd bet.
[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
Huh?
[He's not playing dumb, honest. Freddy just doesn't think this really qualifies as stealing so why would Larry ever ask such a preposterous question.]
[He's not playing dumb, honest. Freddy just doesn't think this really qualifies as stealing so why would Larry ever ask such a preposterous question.]
[Squinting right at that fox face. Is this still the oblivious hero act? It's carrying on so long.]
Assault.
[Not even close, Dimmy because he shot some lady in retaliation. Wouldn't that just be self defense?]
They should call you a one hit wonder.
Assault.
[Not even close, Dimmy because he shot some lady in retaliation. Wouldn't that just be self defense?]
They should call you a one hit wonder.
[What act? How is it an act if you were actually a hero today, hah. Freddy gives another casual shrug.]
Self-defense. You saw him come at us. I used an appropriate range of force.
[Similarly that woman died because he did exactly what he was trained to do, shoot the chest. None of that shoot the gun out of her hands or shoot her in the leg movie studio bullshit. And yeah, Dimmy, sometimes he still feels bad about it.]
They should call me LL Cool J.
Self-defense. You saw him come at us. I used an appropriate range of force.
[Similarly that woman died because he did exactly what he was trained to do, shoot the chest. None of that shoot the gun out of her hands or shoot her in the leg movie studio bullshit. And yeah, Dimmy, sometimes he still feels bad about it.]
They should call me LL Cool J.
No question about that. I'm a witness.
[To a very clever son of a gun. Cops can be slippery. He's known that for some time. The degree of cunning that Freddy has and uses is far more than the average person could understand.
Best let all the bad feelings fall away. Let the only one be his likely sore as fuck hand.]
Why? You feel like a real punk ass from the street.
[That ubiquitous, derogatory term is on his mind but not his lips.]
[To a very clever son of a gun. Cops can be slippery. He's known that for some time. The degree of cunning that Freddy has and uses is far more than the average person could understand.
Best let all the bad feelings fall away. Let the only one be his likely sore as fuck hand.]
Why? You feel like a real punk ass from the street.
[That ubiquitous, derogatory term is on his mind but not his lips.]
I am a punk ass from the street.
[The streets of Fresno then LA anyway. But that's not what he's getting at, Dimmy! Did the old man already forget one of his favorite jams?]
Because I knocked his ass out.
[A little puffing and preening here. How's Mister Dog doing anyway? He's part of the conversation despite speaking a somewhat different language.]
[The streets of Fresno then LA anyway. But that's not what he's getting at, Dimmy! Did the old man already forget one of his favorite jams?]
Because I knocked his ass out.
[A little puffing and preening here. How's Mister Dog doing anyway? He's part of the conversation despite speaking a somewhat different language.]
[It's hard to forget some rap song you hear blasting too loudly while someone is shaking and dancing to it in progressively less clothing.]
In your own way, yeah. You are. I don't think he'll soon forget you. Chances are you'll put on eighty more pounds and gain two more feet the more he tells the story.
[Mister Dog has now taken to leading. He is going away from the noisy, mean place. Their pad must be now burned into his memory. Smart dog.]
I don't reckon that he knows anyone worth calling in that favor. We better pray just in case he ain't getting a black eye.
In your own way, yeah. You are. I don't think he'll soon forget you. Chances are you'll put on eighty more pounds and gain two more feet the more he tells the story.
[Mister Dog has now taken to leading. He is going away from the noisy, mean place. Their pad must be now burned into his memory. Smart dog.]
I don't reckon that he knows anyone worth calling in that favor. We better pray just in case he ain't getting a black eye.
You mean he's gonna turn me into you?
[That blows all things considered, hell Freddy's more like average height south of the border while Larry's the giant of legend. Taller, thicker, older, gruffer. At least to scum.]
He better pray I never have to use the slug with his name on it in that case.
[Yeah, the kid, a (former) cop, just made a legitimate threat on someone's life. Only for self-defense purposes of course. Mister Dog understands, they don't bite until they have to bite back.]
[That blows all things considered, hell Freddy's more like average height south of the border while Larry's the giant of legend. Taller, thicker, older, gruffer. At least to scum.]
He better pray I never have to use the slug with his name on it in that case.
[Yeah, the kid, a (former) cop, just made a legitimate threat on someone's life. Only for self-defense purposes of course. Mister Dog understands, they don't bite until they have to bite back.]
If I'm the worst he can imagine, he needs a better imagination.
[Shrug there from his big shoulders. The old man is intimidating in his way. Cops still can and will make anyone piss their pants. It takes a type of person. Except with the kid out of uniform, how many will get the idea at all?]
Amen. We don't need that mess. There's enough for us to sort out.
[He pets Mister Dog who sort of headbutts his hand.]
At least we got to help out this guy.
[Shrug there from his big shoulders. The old man is intimidating in his way. Cops still can and will make anyone piss their pants. It takes a type of person. Except with the kid out of uniform, how many will get the idea at all?]
Amen. We don't need that mess. There's enough for us to sort out.
[He pets Mister Dog who sort of headbutts his hand.]
At least we got to help out this guy.
[Freddy gives another shrug as if he's not quite sure that would be the case but it's only because sometimes he imagines Mr. White to be the meanest biggest baddest man in town...with a heart of gold for kids and women.]
So. What are we gonna do with this guy?
[He gives Mister Dog a light nudge with his foot. Of course he already knows the implied answer, the whole scene back there indicating he's willing to keep the dog. The kid just wants to hear the old man ask for it. Heh.]
So. What are we gonna do with this guy?
[He gives Mister Dog a light nudge with his foot. Of course he already knows the implied answer, the whole scene back there indicating he's willing to keep the dog. The kid just wants to hear the old man ask for it. Heh.]
[Don't forget canines! Fox faces sneaky ass cops too.]
Get him cleaned up. Feed him.
[Basic needs. When they took him in the first time it was a stepping stone to a big, lug of a well behaved hound. Mister Dog doesn't mind nudging. He is still going. Tail swaying a little.]
Get him cleaned up. Feed him.
[Basic needs. When they took him in the first time it was a stepping stone to a big, lug of a well behaved hound. Mister Dog doesn't mind nudging. He is still going. Tail swaying a little.]
The rent is coming up soon.
[And the sky is blue. The grass is green. Larry shoves aside some of the mess that's taken up space on their small excuse for a dining room table.]
I got a funny feeling.
[He walks away to the bedroom to get their savings from what is more reliable than a bank. The closet. Mr. Dog thinks something fun is going to happen and half follows.
Yo smaller person. You in on this game? Wag wag.]
[And the sky is blue. The grass is green. Larry shoves aside some of the mess that's taken up space on their small excuse for a dining room table.]
I got a funny feeling.
[He walks away to the bedroom to get their savings from what is more reliable than a bank. The closet. Mr. Dog thinks something fun is going to happen and half follows.
Yo smaller person. You in on this game? Wag wag.]
I got a funny feeling we can pay it.
[Freddy says in a nonchalant manner than contradicts the way his brow furrows as he sort of leans waaaay over to watch what Larry is doing without having to follow him. Yet.]
We're doing real well you know.
[He calls out to the old man as a reminder, as if he needs it.]
[Freddy says in a nonchalant manner than contradicts the way his brow furrows as he sort of leans waaaay over to watch what Larry is doing without having to follow him. Yet.]
We're doing real well you know.
[He calls out to the old man as a reminder, as if he needs it.]
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Oh yeah? I meant to count it two weeks ago. Did you?
[Bellowed over his shoulder. Out he comes with the pickle jar. Sometime they'll get a decent money holding object. Not a pig though. The irony is too fucking much if all the funding were shoved up into a pig. It is still pretty full, more coins than bills than it used to be.
Cash isn't food. And it sure doesn't seem fun to Mister Dog so he goes padding over to Freddy while Larry reaches in and starts to scoop out the funds.]
Got anything in your pockets?
[His own will be emptied soon, kid!]
[Bellowed over his shoulder. Out he comes with the pickle jar. Sometime they'll get a decent money holding object. Not a pig though. The irony is too fucking much if all the funding were shoved up into a pig. It is still pretty full, more coins than bills than it used to be.
Cash isn't food. And it sure doesn't seem fun to Mister Dog so he goes padding over to Freddy while Larry reaches in and starts to scoop out the funds.]
Got anything in your pockets?
[His own will be emptied soon, kid!]
[A pickle jar is probably the most obvious hardly tactical place he's ever seen but hey Freddy had a lot of fun emptying out that thing. He turns his pockets inside out anyway, unloading some bills and coins. Not much, that's the verdict.]
You live with kings, dude.
[Freddy says to Mister Dog with a firm pat pat to his big old head.]
You live with kings, dude.
[Freddy says to Mister Dog with a firm pat pat to his big old head.]
[A pickle jar in a closet is going to make noise if ever purloined. Also it was an excuse to get a big mess of pickles. That's an investment.]
Did you give me all you got?
[It's the true test to see where they stand. Gambling spoils cannot, in fact, last forever. The old man shifts in his seat and takes out his own money clip.]
Everything we got needs to be here right now so if you left any in your other pants...
[Big if.]
He only cares if we feed him. That makes us better than kings, we're gods. Gods of dinner.
Did you give me all you got?
[It's the true test to see where they stand. Gambling spoils cannot, in fact, last forever. The old man shifts in his seat and takes out his own money clip.]
Everything we got needs to be here right now so if you left any in your other pants...
[Big if.]
He only cares if we feed him. That makes us better than kings, we're gods. Gods of dinner.
What makes you think I got more laying around?
[Is this a test? Really, Larry Dimick. Freddy sort of just gives him a look--wait! The kid gets up to grab a lunch box that happens to have a roll of arcade quarters in it. Sigh. He plunks it back down on the table.]
There.
[Is this a test? Really, Larry Dimick. Freddy sort of just gives him a look--wait! The kid gets up to grab a lunch box that happens to have a roll of arcade quarters in it. Sigh. He plunks it back down on the table.]
There.
I'm just askin'.
[And getting a result. He frees up a hand to give the kid a good double pat to the shoulder.]
Thanks. You can have it back in a minute.
[More than a minute. He's counting all this shit. To prove his point, he starts with the roll.]
Fuck ton of change.
[And getting a result. He frees up a hand to give the kid a good double pat to the shoulder.]
Thanks. You can have it back in a minute.
[More than a minute. He's counting all this shit. To prove his point, he starts with the roll.]
Fuck ton of change.
It gets heavy so I leave it at home.
[SHRUG. Right, Mister Dog? Freddy looks at the big lug for some agreement.]
Why are we counting? What's up? What are you buying?
[The interrogation begins.]
[SHRUG. Right, Mister Dog? Freddy looks at the big lug for some agreement.]
Why are we counting? What's up? What are you buying?
[The interrogation begins.]
We're counting because we haven't made any money in awhile. I wanna know how much we got for now and how much longer we'll last without making some buying food, rent and other shit.
[Arcade rounds, cigarettes, certain dry clean items. Pissing it all away is a very easy, very common mistake.
Mister Dog agrees and hangs out somewhere close to Freddy's knees.]
[Arcade rounds, cigarettes, certain dry clean items. Pissing it all away is a very easy, very common mistake.
Mister Dog agrees and hangs out somewhere close to Freddy's knees.]
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