Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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welcome home
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[Nudge, don't shove situation. He nods and rubs his forehead.]
I dunno about you but I'm ready to quit the road for the day. ...Still got pills?
[Even though the days are slipping through his fingertips, he keeps careful tally of how many days since they have seen a hospital or a doctor. It's important.
The limp hauls sympathy, guilt too out of Larry like nothing else. Freddy needs to recover. Whatever fancy works the City had done, it would be great to have now.]
Stay the night, get some food.
[Find comfort in something that's not silence or metaphorical cock sucking.]
I dunno about you but I'm ready to quit the road for the day. ...Still got pills?
[Even though the days are slipping through his fingertips, he keeps careful tally of how many days since they have seen a hospital or a doctor. It's important.
The limp hauls sympathy, guilt too out of Larry like nothing else. Freddy needs to recover. Whatever fancy works the City had done, it would be great to have now.]
Stay the night, get some food.
[Find comfort in something that's not silence or metaphorical cock sucking.]
Yeah I got enough.
[Freddy reassures him as he sinks back into the passenger seat.]
Let's get outta here, not to where our friends back there pointed out.
[He insists both because it's a good way to throw anyone off their trail and because he is not interested in the pussy.]
[Freddy reassures him as he sinks back into the passenger seat.]
Let's get outta here, not to where our friends back there pointed out.
[He insists both because it's a good way to throw anyone off their trail and because he is not interested in the pussy.]
[Enough. Then they should plan on another trip within the next two or three days. The old man decides. He'll check again when he has the chance.]
Didn't seem like a set up.
[As a comment, they're still rolling.]
They could have easily gone and took the cash themselves but they didn't...
Didn't seem like a set up.
[As a comment, they're still rolling.]
They could have easily gone and took the cash themselves but they didn't...
Don't even try it, Larry.
[Freddy warns, absolutely certain Larry's trying to do the thing where he talks 'pleasantly' of clearly crooked cops. Sigh. Just leave it be, Dimmy, they're already home free. For now.]
[Freddy warns, absolutely certain Larry's trying to do the thing where he talks 'pleasantly' of clearly crooked cops. Sigh. Just leave it be, Dimmy, they're already home free. For now.]
[All he's got is a sidelong look from the driver's seat. Not guilty. Not completely mindful of his error. Right or wrong he knows those cops were trouble. The farther they are behind them, the better. Larry shifts in his seat.]
I know that rubbed you wrong. At least lemme say you handled it well. Now you can rest.
[He lets the car fall to silence. Eyes are peeled for another accomplice to raid them for more cash. So far it doesn't come. They're in no condition to both fight. And so far they haven't been burdened with the decision of whether or not to kill anyone to get by.
It will come.]
Before we hit the road today, I took a listen to the news. They think we're still in LA.
I know that rubbed you wrong. At least lemme say you handled it well. Now you can rest.
[He lets the car fall to silence. Eyes are peeled for another accomplice to raid them for more cash. So far it doesn't come. They're in no condition to both fight. And so far they haven't been burdened with the decision of whether or not to kill anyone to get by.
It will come.]
Before we hit the road today, I took a listen to the news. They think we're still in LA.
Thanks.
[Freddy knows, accepting the admission of guilt as well as the compliment. That combined with being able to recline in the passenger seat is a well-deserved reward for being so fucking super cool and naturalistic.]
I don't want to hear about the news.
[Because that means that's what his family will be hearing, what his family will believe. That they're in LA means he's alive. They'll think the worst of it though, after seeing what happened to the Nash kid.]
[Freddy knows, accepting the admission of guilt as well as the compliment. That combined with being able to recline in the passenger seat is a well-deserved reward for being so fucking super cool and naturalistic.]
I don't want to hear about the news.
[Because that means that's what his family will be hearing, what his family will believe. That they're in LA means he's alive. They'll think the worst of it though, after seeing what happened to the Nash kid.]
[Seeing him take a load off does cut the tension that's been hanging in the car. The whole trip has been one dancing on the edge. Now and then it gets so bad that Larry wants to go to pieces. It can't stay like this, he keeps telling himself. It isn't going to.]
I didn't catch much.
[As a relief. There's so much at stake for Freddy. His job. His family. The things going through his head right now. Larry hears his voice back days and miles ago. Not now.
A rough sigh before he adjusts the steering wheel and the seat. Now he'll be taking up another cigarette.]
To mean it means that we still have a head start.
I didn't catch much.
[As a relief. There's so much at stake for Freddy. His job. His family. The things going through his head right now. Larry hears his voice back days and miles ago. Not now.
A rough sigh before he adjusts the steering wheel and the seat. Now he'll be taking up another cigarette.]
To mean it means that we still have a head start.
If you wanna call it that. Sure, okay.
[A little Newendyke sarcasm slips in but it's not so much that he's angry at the old man it's just his frustration. A head start is no head start when neither of them had any warning they'd be coming back home. 'Home' isn't even the right word for it anymore.]
We're over the border and we don't have the diamonds. We're getting devalued by the second.
[Which is only half true. Freddy Newendyke has no real say on how valuable he is to the City of Los Angeles. From a detective's perspective he'd have labeled his value as a witness, but with Joe Cabot and everyone else dead...well, that no longer means a thing.]
[A little Newendyke sarcasm slips in but it's not so much that he's angry at the old man it's just his frustration. A head start is no head start when neither of them had any warning they'd be coming back home. 'Home' isn't even the right word for it anymore.]
We're over the border and we don't have the diamonds. We're getting devalued by the second.
[Which is only half true. Freddy Newendyke has no real say on how valuable he is to the City of Los Angeles. From a detective's perspective he'd have labeled his value as a witness, but with Joe Cabot and everyone else dead...well, that no longer means a thing.]
I don't think it means we're any less wanted. That is some kinda value. I mean, sure would be great if they'd stop lookin' but...
[Dead cops. Dead civilians. Stolen diamonds. A dead crime king pin. Someone has to go down.
Maybe he should have dropped it. Larry sees a lovely sprawling property up ahead. The sign reads House of Roses. By the name alone he's sure they're going to be staying the night in a whore house. It wouldn't be the first time. So much for relaxation though.
They won't get any women. He's about certain he'll spend a part of the night beating off in the shower.]
You sure you want to stay around here? You can sleep, I can keep on going.
[And maybe relieve the welling negativity by delaying it with more travel.]
[Dead cops. Dead civilians. Stolen diamonds. A dead crime king pin. Someone has to go down.
Maybe he should have dropped it. Larry sees a lovely sprawling property up ahead. The sign reads House of Roses. By the name alone he's sure they're going to be staying the night in a whore house. It wouldn't be the first time. So much for relaxation though.
They won't get any women. He's about certain he'll spend a part of the night beating off in the shower.]
You sure you want to stay around here? You can sleep, I can keep on going.
[And maybe relieve the welling negativity by delaying it with more travel.]
I guess.
[More mixed feelings on the looking. All Freddy really wants is for his family to have closure, whether that's letting them think he's dead or letting them think he's abandoned his old life permanently.]
We have to stop somewhere for fuel.
[He reminds the old man, almost annoyed by this lack of concern for other logistical things but he knows Larry's trying to put the ailing kid first.]
[More mixed feelings on the looking. All Freddy really wants is for his family to have closure, whether that's letting them think he's dead or letting them think he's abandoned his old life permanently.]
We have to stop somewhere for fuel.
[He reminds the old man, almost annoyed by this lack of concern for other logistical things but he knows Larry's trying to put the ailing kid first.]
[Ailing bitter, sarcastic Freddy is first through and through.]
Fuel. Food. A rest.
[Sigh. They're still making tracks. That is also what counts. And so far they have been soaring under the radar. Right before that whore house is a small independent gas station. The car pulls in. Larry has to stub out his smoke too soon.]
Fuel first, you're right.
[There's a wad of bills in the breast pocket of his shirt that he reaches into for a few. He knows he's going to pump the gas and pay. Let the kid fucking rest and stew. Or just stew.]
Fuel. Food. A rest.
[Sigh. They're still making tracks. That is also what counts. And so far they have been soaring under the radar. Right before that whore house is a small independent gas station. The car pulls in. Larry has to stub out his smoke too soon.]
Fuel first, you're right.
[There's a wad of bills in the breast pocket of his shirt that he reaches into for a few. He knows he's going to pump the gas and pay. Let the kid fucking rest and stew. Or just stew.]
[Dusk makes the sky all red and yellow on the outside. On the inside at the bar it is timeless. Larry's rum and coke tastes refreshing. Now and then he looks on over to Freddy to make sure he's still there.
So he was half wrong. It isn't a brothel. They just have whores who know how to find their game.
Just when he's about to comment on the 'football' game on the big, boxy TV something perfumed leans on the bar at his side.]
Oh Papi, why you looking so tired, so sad?
[He clears his throat and throws Freddy a glance as if to say 'I didn't start it!']
I'm not neither.
So he was half wrong. It isn't a brothel. They just have whores who know how to find their game.
Just when he's about to comment on the 'football' game on the big, boxy TV something perfumed leans on the bar at his side.]
Oh Papi, why you looking so tired, so sad?
[He clears his throat and throws Freddy a glance as if to say 'I didn't start it!']
I'm not neither.
[Why so quick to defend yourself, old man? She just showed up and maybe she doesn't know better. No harm no foul. The kid gives a shrug before sipping on his soda. No alcohol for the time being, stomach orders. But even as he turns his head back to the TV those caramel eyes are keeping watch from the corners. It's nothing doing, Freddy tells himself.]
[She's busty like he likes them. And her rear matches. And soft, hands go onto the old man's shoulders, smoothing over the cheap plain tee. The snug fit and thin fabric make it pretty close to flesh contact. Her choice of a tight blue dress really shows off her assets contrasting with her brown skin.]
I can make you feel better. Get a quiet room. You and me.
[Larry swallows thickly. And it's not his drink. He turns in his seat to face the young...lady, meaning to reject her like a person. She takes him by both hands and puts one at her neck and the other at her waist.
He knows better then to fall for this. In fact he should have seen it coming. She smells so good. And road and vigilance is wearing on him far more than he thought.]
No, honey... Thanks, really.
[Brown eyes look into hers and as his gaze drops it lingers on her chest then to the bar as he tries to turn away. It'd be nice. It really would...
His man is right there with him. C'mon Dimmy. Don't be a brainless fuck.]
I can make you feel better. Get a quiet room. You and me.
[Larry swallows thickly. And it's not his drink. He turns in his seat to face the young...lady, meaning to reject her like a person. She takes him by both hands and puts one at her neck and the other at her waist.
He knows better then to fall for this. In fact he should have seen it coming. She smells so good. And road and vigilance is wearing on him far more than he thought.]
No, honey... Thanks, really.
[Brown eyes look into hers and as his gaze drops it lingers on her chest then to the bar as he tries to turn away. It'd be nice. It really would...
His man is right there with him. C'mon Dimmy. Don't be a brainless fuck.]
[Ignore it, Newendyke, you've been through so much already this is nothing. Nothing at all. He's so beat he probably can't even get it up. She's fighting an uphill battle. Don't look don't look don't look.]
..........
[Fuck that bitch and fuck the whore too oh my god how can he fucking fall for that he knows it's an act she just wants his money but holy shit if she gets an idea of what Lawrence Dimick is packing then you'll never get her off him fuck this stupid earth!!]
..........
[Freddy Newendyke's poker face could be the stuff of legends.]
..........
[Fuck that bitch and fuck the whore too oh my god how can he fucking fall for that he knows it's an act she just wants his money but holy shit if she gets an idea of what Lawrence Dimick is packing then you'll never get her off him fuck this stupid earth!!]
..........
[Freddy Newendyke's poker face could be the stuff of legends.]
[She makes this pitying cooing noise. Something that makes a guy think of his mother or a nurse. Larry pulls away a paw from her waist and the other from her neck. Better to wrap it right around his drink. Any other time he would throw her money to make her go away. He can't. It's their money.]
Aw, papi. Let me.
[By now he can feel an invisible heat ray on him that is no doubt Freddy scrutiny. It's frying his insides. He's saying no. He's doing the right thing.]
Thanks but no thanks, sweetheart. I'm not game.
[Eyes lock to the game. Yeah. Like that's what is on his mind right now. Not soft hands. Not tits. Not ass. Or what its like to get lost in somebody's body to forget things. So fucking stupid.
She stands there and rubs his back. Hoping, hoping. No dice. A dramatic sigh. She looks to the shorter, smaller man beside the papi hunk. What the hell kind of a stare is that, chico?]
Aw, papi. Let me.
[By now he can feel an invisible heat ray on him that is no doubt Freddy scrutiny. It's frying his insides. He's saying no. He's doing the right thing.]
Thanks but no thanks, sweetheart. I'm not game.
[Eyes lock to the game. Yeah. Like that's what is on his mind right now. Not soft hands. Not tits. Not ass. Or what its like to get lost in somebody's body to forget things. So fucking stupid.
She stands there and rubs his back. Hoping, hoping. No dice. A dramatic sigh. She looks to the shorter, smaller man beside the papi hunk. What the hell kind of a stare is that, chico?]
[Yeah you better burn, Dimmy, burn burn burn--what? Her face comes into focus like an even harsher buzzkill. If this was his boner at stake he'd have none by now. What are you looking at, lady?]
I'm going upstairs.
[Freddy says ever so casually as he pushes away from the bar, drink in hand. Yeah he's turning his back on them. Yeah he wants to leave Larry to his own devices. The son of a bitch better be upstairs in less time than it takes to have her rub one out for him.]
I'm going upstairs.
[Freddy says ever so casually as he pushes away from the bar, drink in hand. Yeah he's turning his back on them. Yeah he wants to leave Larry to his own devices. The son of a bitch better be upstairs in less time than it takes to have her rub one out for him.]
[Straight away she decides not to bother with the other one. Nose up and head turn. If it had been a few more years she would have even given him a hand to talk to.
Larry feels like he's got no time whatsoever to react. Freddy's up and gone. The lady, her smell and her offer are making their way across the room.
And he's left with the check. That's about right. He shakes his head and takes a few moments to drain his drink and pay for the coke and his coke with rum. Then yes, he heads on up stairs.
More than five minutes, less than ten minutes. He hopes the door isn't locked.]
Larry feels like he's got no time whatsoever to react. Freddy's up and gone. The lady, her smell and her offer are making their way across the room.
And he's left with the check. That's about right. He shakes his head and takes a few moments to drain his drink and pay for the coke and his coke with rum. Then yes, he heads on up stairs.
More than five minutes, less than ten minutes. He hopes the door isn't locked.]
[Of course it's not locked but make no mistake Freddy Newendyke is counting down the time. It's like second nature to him, you have to do that when you're a cop or trying to execute the proper chain of moves at just the right moment to beat a videogame. In that time the kid's taken to turning on the TV and...putting his drink down...and pacing left...then right. Then he considers flopping down on the bed...]
[What takes the longest is lighting up another smoke. The money has been going to gas, Larry's own smokes, food and medical bills. If he keeps this up, gas will be second in price. The outdoor hallway gives a view of the desert. The setting sun. A whole world out there he's got to remind himself of. The real world.
He turns his back to step into their hotel room. The door is unlocked. Behold! He's alone. Hair still sort of combed. Is there a way for a person to not look worked over? Larry doesn't bother trying to clean up any nicer. Why? Because that's a guilty man's behavior.]
Some shit, huh?
[As though it is something they both can agree on. He takes in the scene. TV on, Freddy almost in midstep.]
He turns his back to step into their hotel room. The door is unlocked. Behold! He's alone. Hair still sort of combed. Is there a way for a person to not look worked over? Larry doesn't bother trying to clean up any nicer. Why? Because that's a guilty man's behavior.]
Some shit, huh?
[As though it is something they both can agree on. He takes in the scene. TV on, Freddy almost in midstep.]
[QUICK ACT NATURAL.
Freddy flops onto the bed oh so supercool and ow no that made his side ache. Nothing horrible but ow. Ahem. The kid adjusts to sit up. His eyes stay glued to the TV.]
What is?
Freddy flops onto the bed oh so supercool and ow no that made his side ache. Nothing horrible but ow. Ahem. The kid adjusts to sit up. His eyes stay glued to the TV.]
What is?
[Being naturalistic as hell is Freddy's super power, it's true. Larry smells the bullshit. He still has a third degree burn from laser vision.]
Getting propositioned right there.
[To recap what just happened. Larry sits on the other bed, facing the reclining man trying to gauge. Two beds. One room. No homo. That's the idea anyway.]
Y'saw.
Getting propositioned right there.
[To recap what just happened. Larry sits on the other bed, facing the reclining man trying to gauge. Two beds. One room. No homo. That's the idea anyway.]
Y'saw.
[Because all the one bed rooms were taken for the very same reason that chica was trying to get up on his old man, right??]
I saw. [Freddy confirms with a casual one-shoulder shrug.] She didn't work hard.
[Tread carefully, Dimmy, there's an implication here.]
I saw. [Freddy confirms with a casual one-shoulder shrug.] She didn't work hard.
[Tread carefully, Dimmy, there's an implication here.]
[Right. And also Larry's not sure of what the fuck to make of it all. A room is a room. Two adults. And Freddy's been needing uninterrupted rest.]
A no is a no.
[Which he said, not once but twice. A stink eye helped make her shove off. True. And maybe she caught a whiff of something less desirable on papi.]
Guess she figured someone'd be more readily accepting of her offer. Not me. You saw.
[He says again. A bear can step softly. But what's soft to a bear might not be two a swift, surefooted fox.]
A no is a no.
[Which he said, not once but twice. A stink eye helped make her shove off. True. And maybe she caught a whiff of something less desirable on papi.]
Guess she figured someone'd be more readily accepting of her offer. Not me. You saw.
[He says again. A bear can step softly. But what's soft to a bear might not be two a swift, surefooted fox.]
If I didn't see you would've said yes.
[Freddy says in a most matter of fact nonchalant tone like it doesn't matter he's just sharing his observation totally nothing doing. (It's anything but right now).]
[Freddy says in a most matter of fact nonchalant tone like it doesn't matter he's just sharing his observation totally nothing doing. (It's anything but right now).]
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