Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
[The kid nods again, still a little shaky but otherwise firm on going with Lawrence Dimick to wherever this trip is gonna take them.]
We're gonna be okay.
[See? He said the goddamn fucking words.]
We're gonna be okay.
[See? He said the goddamn fucking words.]
[That's the most important element of the trip, they're in this together 100%.]
Preach it.
[No more tears hopefully. Those he won't be able to handle. Behind the wheel he'll really have to steel himself and not turn tail. They've done that before. And before Freddy wasn't ready for it. Hell, the old man doesn't feel ready but it feels right to go with it.]
Should we get the bird somethin'?
[To eat, or maybe some kinda cage to go?]
Preach it.
[No more tears hopefully. Those he won't be able to handle. Behind the wheel he'll really have to steel himself and not turn tail. They've done that before. And before Freddy wasn't ready for it. Hell, the old man doesn't feel ready but it feels right to go with it.]
Should we get the bird somethin'?
[To eat, or maybe some kinda cage to go?]
No, he's gonna be fine.
[Freddy says with a pat to Sam's head. See because if they don't make it somewhere safe, somewhere he can keep the bird, Sam's heading off to a luxurious pad in the LA Zoo. It's a sad plan but he isn't gonna lock the bird up in the shrine or just let him fly off on his own. This isn't Brazil...of course they could always head down to Brazil too.]
Okay, I'm cool. I'm cool... [Say it like a mantra, Newendyke.] Let's finish up.
[Freddy says with a pat to Sam's head. See because if they don't make it somewhere safe, somewhere he can keep the bird, Sam's heading off to a luxurious pad in the LA Zoo. It's a sad plan but he isn't gonna lock the bird up in the shrine or just let him fly off on his own. This isn't Brazil...of course they could always head down to Brazil too.]
Okay, I'm cool. I'm cool... [Say it like a mantra, Newendyke.] Let's finish up.
[Fine wouldn't be the word Larry'd use to describe how he looks. All the same he'll nod and accept it. The going gets tough. So the tough need to be going.
And the bird too. He's tough in his way.]
Super cool.
[Paws roughly pat Freddy's arm. A few more generous gulps of coffee and a donut more is all he can take for breakfast.]
And the bird too. He's tough in his way.]
Super cool.
[Paws roughly pat Freddy's arm. A few more generous gulps of coffee and a donut more is all he can take for breakfast.]
That fucker has my bird!
[Freddy barks for the third time. Locked and loaded, gone are the tears and here to stay is a kind of teeth-baring expression and a crazy green look to his eyes. This isn't the LA they remember, not by a long shot.]
[Freddy barks for the third time. Locked and loaded, gone are the tears and here to stay is a kind of teeth-baring expression and a crazy green look to his eyes. This isn't the LA they remember, not by a long shot.]
[Huff. Puff. The bird. The car.]
Fuck.
[Larry kicks an empty coke can which has seen much better days. It makes a horrible noise against the hot asphalt.]
If that piece of shit is alive when I see him again... I'll kill him.
[Okay. They need a plan. Now.]
Fuck.
[Larry kicks an empty coke can which has seen much better days. It makes a horrible noise against the hot asphalt.]
If that piece of shit is alive when I see him again... I'll kill him.
[Okay. They need a plan. Now.]
Not if I get to him first.
[Is that a challenge? Maybe maybe not. Now isn't the time for manly challenges against each other, they've got enough on their plate. Like the mobs and mobs of the undead on San Pedro.]
Shit is that City Hall?
[Looks like it got beat under an ugly stick wielded by King Kong.]
[Is that a challenge? Maybe maybe not. Now isn't the time for manly challenges against each other, they've got enough on their plate. Like the mobs and mobs of the undead on San Pedro.]
Shit is that City Hall?
[Looks like it got beat under an ugly stick wielded by King Kong.]
First dibs then.
[Let's not discuss the fate of the bird. Pink better hope and pray that it can be found. And if they can find it it's alive and not some smelly undead thing.]
Goddamn.
[The old man approaches, stepping carefully. He adjusts his glasses.]
You're right. What the hell happened here?
[Established fact, it isn't home as they know it...a future then?]
[Let's not discuss the fate of the bird. Pink better hope and pray that it can be found. And if they can find it it's alive and not some smelly undead thing.]
Goddamn.
[The old man approaches, stepping carefully. He adjusts his glasses.]
You're right. What the hell happened here?
[Established fact, it isn't home as they know it...a future then?]
Fine.
[Freddy's trying not to think about an undead toucan. Flushing a fish down the drain is one thing, having to shoot his own bird out of the sky? Hell no. He's seen Old Yeller, it does things to a man.]
I never heard of a plagued LA. We could try a newspaper.
[Earth to Newendyke, it could be the entire planet. Rrrruuugghhh, oh shit here come some more. Jose in his custodian uniform looks a bit...fresh compared to the others.] Fuck, get down.
[Freddy's trying not to think about an undead toucan. Flushing a fish down the drain is one thing, having to shoot his own bird out of the sky? Hell no. He's seen Old Yeller, it does things to a man.]
I never heard of a plagued LA. We could try a newspaper.
[Earth to Newendyke, it could be the entire planet. Rrrruuugghhh, oh shit here come some more. Jose in his custodian uniform looks a bit...fresh compared to the others.] Fuck, get down.
[Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows,...and then there's Cujo.]
Same here. I think it might be the wrong time.
[For them to have picked to leave for one. And for another the wrong time period. Yeah. That's it.
Larry hears it and rather than getting down too much two guns are out.]
This fucking day.
Same here. I think it might be the wrong time.
[For them to have picked to leave for one. And for another the wrong time period. Yeah. That's it.
Larry hears it and rather than getting down too much two guns are out.]
This fucking day.
[Huff huff puff. Huff. Puff. What to do. Wait, the kid has an idea but he looks at the old man first.]
Can you trust me on this one?
Can you trust me on this one?
To do what?
[Because really the old man wants to unload the whole damn clip. Wouldn't be a good idea. Not right now. His vision jumps from Freddy to Jose. Jose isn't moving too, too fast but maybe it's all a trick.]
[Because really the old man wants to unload the whole damn clip. Wouldn't be a good idea. Not right now. His vision jumps from Freddy to Jose. Jose isn't moving too, too fast but maybe it's all a trick.]
To take us over to Sixth Street.
[The kid cop nods. Does Larry know what's over there on Sixth? If he's been around the block enough times maybe he does. The important part is the old man ought to know this is no time to be thinking about bringing in a perp. Freddy can however break in and open up the gear...that is if the station hasn't changed in the last twenty years shit.]
[The kid cop nods. Does Larry know what's over there on Sixth? If he's been around the block enough times maybe he does. The important part is the old man ought to know this is no time to be thinking about bringing in a perp. Freddy can however break in and open up the gear...that is if the station hasn't changed in the last twenty years shit.]
[Now? Well. Of course now.]
...okay.
[It doesn't strike him immediately. It's the way he phrases the question. What the hell do they have to loose? Their car less.]
Be fucking careful, okay? You get the front. I get the rear.
[Whatever is there better be worth the trip.]
...okay.
[It doesn't strike him immediately. It's the way he phrases the question. What the hell do they have to loose? Their car less.]
Be fucking careful, okay? You get the front. I get the rear.
[Whatever is there better be worth the trip.]
[Unless squad cars have changed in the last couple decades they might get a car out of it too. Freddy nods once to Larry then gestures for him to start following. He'll keep it cool, keep it casual. The good part is they're out in broad daylight so they can see all the hungry fuckers from a mile away. The bad part is they're out in broad daylight so those hungry fuckers can see them too. Even now the kid ponders if it's cruel to thoughtlessly plug zombified workers who were probably doing their thing in the produce market or fashion district. Fuck no it's not cruel, Newendyke, they're all dead!]
You keepin' up?
[Freddy asks, just to make sure Larry's still there. He can't sacrifice more than a split second to look over his shoulder.]
You keepin' up?
[Freddy asks, just to make sure Larry's still there. He can't sacrifice more than a split second to look over his shoulder.]
Can I keep up. [Pffft. Yeah, there's some audible scoffing. Stepping carefully as though each one could give them away. It sure is quiet. The signals are all fucked up because of the cars in the intersections. Traffic should have been their very first clue.]
You know, Los Angeles always had a bad rep. People are brain dead, that's what they'd tell me.
[A little humor to cut the tension? No? The old man's delivery isn't as carefree as it usually is. And no, the shock and anger that they went through that cycle of emotion this morning for nothing hasn't worn off.]
You know, Los Angeles always had a bad rep. People are brain dead, that's what they'd tell me.
[A little humor to cut the tension? No? The old man's delivery isn't as carefree as it usually is. And no, the shock and anger that they went through that cycle of emotion this morning for nothing hasn't worn off.]
You're a regular fuckin' comedian. [Speaking of a comedian...they just had to leave the flamethrower back in the city huh? Freddy scuttles over to the next street corner.] Ever think about doin' stand up?
[Eyes peeled. Some of these stores have their windows broken through. Always a bad sign. Freddy's got at least one gun drawn.
"SeEEeeEeEsoOoOoOssSszZzz..."]
Oh fuck.
[Eyes peeled. Some of these stores have their windows broken through. Always a bad sign. Freddy's got at least one gun drawn.
"SeEEeeEeEsoOoOoOssSszZzz..."]
Oh fuck.
Not seriously. Though you think I should? Haha.
[Oh fuck what the-?! Larry is ready for whatever lies ahead. Two Guns won't fire until he sees a target.]
No gracias.
[If that is what he thinks it is. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.]
Get moving, kid.
[Oh fuck what the-?! Larry is ready for whatever lies ahead. Two Guns won't fire until he sees a target.]
No gracias.
[If that is what he thinks it is. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.]
Get moving, kid.
["SeEeeEsoOoOoOssSszz..."
The short mustached man has an eyeball hanging out of the socket and a stump for a hand that still somehow manages to push his cart carrying rotten mango slices and sugar salts. The thing is crawling in ants. He must not have been moving until he heard two very live people coming close.
"SeEeeEsoOoOoOssSszz..."
A second voice, a little more wailing. She may as well be La Llorona.]
Shit shit shit shit shit I'm running. [See these feet fly towards 6th St. It looks so far away from here but the sign itself is within sight.]
The short mustached man has an eyeball hanging out of the socket and a stump for a hand that still somehow manages to push his cart carrying rotten mango slices and sugar salts. The thing is crawling in ants. He must not have been moving until he heard two very live people coming close.
"SeEeeEsoOoOoOssSszz..."
A second voice, a little more wailing. She may as well be La Llorona.]
Shit shit shit shit shit I'm running. [See these feet fly towards 6th St. It looks so far away from here but the sign itself is within sight.]
[Larry sees those flying feet. Not as much as he sees these two motherfuckers. Three? No. Looks like...fucking shit.]
Book it. Now.
["PooOOoooooooorvaAAaaaavooooo000oor...."]
If I shoot em now more will hear...right?
[That's how it goes in the movies. The impulse to fire away though. Oh fuck.]
Book it. Now.
["PooOOoooooooorvaAAaaaavooooo000oor...."]
If I shoot em now more will hear...right?
[That's how it goes in the movies. The impulse to fire away though. Oh fuck.]
This ain't the movies.
[Freddy says just short of yelling. Shit Larry's got a point though. What to do what to do--oh hey. There's a husk of a corpse just sitting in a chair that Freddy now takes for himself.]
Stand back.
[It's a folding chair and he intends to fold the senor into it.]
[Freddy says just short of yelling. Shit Larry's got a point though. What to do what to do--oh hey. There's a husk of a corpse just sitting in a chair that Freddy now takes for himself.]
Stand back.
[It's a folding chair and he intends to fold the senor into it.]
[Brown eyes are looking behind counting every senorita and senor that's popping up. Oh wait. Looks like they're getting diverse there's a brother. He almost bumps into the kid.]
Hurry.
[Guns are still out he ghosts to aim here and there.]
Hurry.
[Guns are still out he ghosts to aim here and there.]
[WHAM. BAM. NO THANKS MAN.
The kid's got comic book creativity on his side. Now the man's a zombie sandwich with legs going out in unnatural directions. Freddy ought to feel bad, but...well, he doesn't. Oh fuck a brother, and those guys are fucking fast.]
Just...walk away.
The kid's got comic book creativity on his side. Now the man's a zombie sandwich with legs going out in unnatural directions. Freddy ought to feel bad, but...well, he doesn't. Oh fuck a brother, and those guys are fucking fast.]
Just...walk away.
Walk?
[The old man's trigger finger is itchy.]
What the hell did you think caused this?
[Sure ain't food. Everyone eats different food.]
Goddamn.
[Is that a bottle? Yep. A plastic one but with the right throwing arm. The old man picks it up.]
[The old man's trigger finger is itchy.]
What the hell did you think caused this?
[Sure ain't food. Everyone eats different food.]
Goddamn.
[Is that a bottle? Yep. A plastic one but with the right throwing arm. The old man picks it up.]
If you run it's gonna know. [As if being a living breathing body doesn't already give them away shit.] Korea? Iraq? I don't know man.
[Onward. Freddy's taking a brisk pace now.]
[Onward. Freddy's taking a brisk pace now.]
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