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
I don't think he would.
[Swallow. More nodding.]
Let's head home. I'm done.
[He almost was able to shake it all off. Almost. That's how many times he's had to say no? Fucking shit. Larry heads for the door, not sure of what else to say when he came on in here.]
[Swallow. More nodding.]
Let's head home. I'm done.
[He almost was able to shake it all off. Almost. That's how many times he's had to say no? Fucking shit. Larry heads for the door, not sure of what else to say when he came on in here.]
Wait.
[Freddy reaches out to grab Larry by the wrist, wanting to pull him back into the mens room. He's getting one of those paper towels now to soak it with cold water then wring it. The old man needs it on his forehead.]
[Freddy reaches out to grab Larry by the wrist, wanting to pull him back into the mens room. He's getting one of those paper towels now to soak it with cold water then wring it. The old man needs it on his forehead.]
[He's so damn wrapped up in the drain of his thoughts that the touch physically startles him. Just Freddy.]
Shit it isn't---[like he feels sick. He does. More words try to hit the air in the same chord. It's all untrue.]
Fuck. [Larry's shoulders shake in a rueful laugh that doesn't make a sound either. He's grinning though, grinning like the fool he is. One more twist of the corner of his mouth and it's a sneer.]
I'm sorry.
Shit it isn't---[like he feels sick. He does. More words try to hit the air in the same chord. It's all untrue.]
Fuck. [Larry's shoulders shake in a rueful laugh that doesn't make a sound either. He's grinning though, grinning like the fool he is. One more twist of the corner of his mouth and it's a sneer.]
I'm sorry.
[He's not bleeding to death on a ramp or anything but Freddy's patting and rubbing away at his forehead before he balls up the paper and tosses it.]
It's okay, Larry. You did good. Nobody thinks you gotta get through this like you're fucking untouchable, okay?
[The kid means it, fucking sincere.]
It's okay, Larry. You did good. Nobody thinks you gotta get through this like you're fucking untouchable, okay?
[The kid means it, fucking sincere.]
[Damn. He didn't know his skin was so hot. The wet paper towel feels better than it should. Larry tilts his head this way and that after a few dabs to best enjoy it before it's thrown away.]
Okay.
[Freddy Newendyke, his own personal hero.]
I'm trying. Believe me.
[Please. Two more seconds and he could have tried to get into the stall and get the coke.]
Okay.
[Freddy Newendyke, his own personal hero.]
I'm trying. Believe me.
[Please. Two more seconds and he could have tried to get into the stall and get the coke.]
I believe you, baby.
[They're in a mens room in a casino that's have a crazy party farther out. What's the likelihood of someone coming in now? Probably not. So the kid wraps his arms around Larry for a tight squeeze.]
[They're in a mens room in a casino that's have a crazy party farther out. What's the likelihood of someone coming in now? Probably not. So the kid wraps his arms around Larry for a tight squeeze.]
[Chances are if anyone did they're wasted enough to think it's two fellas and a bad trip rather than two love birds. Big arms go around Freddy.]
I needed that.
[Belief, intervening flappy hands and the whole damn deal.]
Take me home.
[Escorted by Christie.]
I needed that.
[Belief, intervening flappy hands and the whole damn deal.]
Take me home.
[Escorted by Christie.]
[He can be a superhero too, see? These flappy hands give firm pats to those thicker arms. Mr. White's not a small man, that's for sure, but even the hardest toughest guys need a little help sometimes, and Freddy certainly is little. Just don't ever call him that.]
I got a helmet with your name on it.
I got a helmet with your name on it.
[It's only a moment after 12am and Freddy Newendyke's awake because it's a Friday night (well, a Saturday morning) before a day of not working and that's great. Maybe they've got a movie marathon running and The Last Crusade just ended. Little do they know there's a fourth film coming up. Toucan Sam's awake too, watching the screen and croaking here and there. Overall it's been a decent time, cozied up on the downstairs sofa. Outside however starts to get a little brighter by the second. Yet it's still midnight. What gives?]
Did something explode?
[Yeah, that's the first thing that comes to Freddy Newendyke's mind. At least he doesn't ask if an alien just landed, either the last Kryptonian or a dying space cop ready to hand over a ring.]
Did something explode?
[Yeah, that's the first thing that comes to Freddy Newendyke's mind. At least he doesn't ask if an alien just landed, either the last Kryptonian or a dying space cop ready to hand over a ring.]
[Boy, when was the last time he saw these things? And all together? Oh well. Fact of the matter is that they can enjoy the beauty of continuity. Ford isn't a bad looking son of a bitch at all. Larry's big ol' arm is right around the good looking son of a bitch at hand. He lifts his head to look out the window.]
Whatever it is, it's bright as fuck.
[Slowly he lets go of the kid and steps toward the window.]
What the hell.
Whatever it is, it's bright as fuck.
[Slowly he lets go of the kid and steps toward the window.]
What the hell.
[Freddy gets up to follow Larry to the window. That's one big bill coming up beside him. Flap flap hop. The other big bill doesn't follow, clearly the toucan isn't interested. He's actually kind of ready to sleep, being a non-nocturnal creature. The bird's only been up because he happens to enjoy company.]
What the fuck.
[Lots of bright lights on buildings, bright lights that weren't always there on buildings that look a bit different. He can't see it all too well from here but the streets are louder too just by a touch. Music? Shouting? There's something going on.]
Let's check it out.
What the fuck.
[Lots of bright lights on buildings, bright lights that weren't always there on buildings that look a bit different. He can't see it all too well from here but the streets are louder too just by a touch. Music? Shouting? There's something going on.]
Let's check it out.
[Sam is still up and about though. Then again he could have been nodding off. What a hard life for a bird.]
Wait a second. Turn out the lights.
[He's already getting the TV and the nearest switch. The lights stand out even more.]
Holy shit.
Wait a second. Turn out the lights.
[He's already getting the TV and the nearest switch. The lights stand out even more.]
Holy shit.
[Will you fucking look at that.]
It's a party.
[He hopes it's an alien.] Let's check it out.
[The kid suggestions again before getting the toucan to send him to bed. Sam's more than ready to oblige with a hop onto Freddy's arm then a hop into his cage and stump.]
It's a party.
[He hopes it's an alien.] Let's check it out.
[The kid suggestions again before getting the toucan to send him to bed. Sam's more than ready to oblige with a hop onto Freddy's arm then a hop into his cage and stump.]
Dress up. I got a feeling about this.
[But he can't be sure. There are too many things that it could be. And if there's one thing that anyone can learn from the City is that you never know. Don't get too optimistic.]
[But he can't be sure. There are too many things that it could be. And if there's one thing that anyone can learn from the City is that you never know. Don't get too optimistic.]
Okay. [Shut and click. The cage is locked and Sam's curtain drawn. Then Freddy's moving on up the stairs only to turn back--maybe into the old man. Oof.] Change into what?
[Yeah he's totally following Larry's lead.]
[Yeah he's totally following Larry's lead.]
[Oof! He was right on his heels.]
A suit.
[Pat pat his arms.]
I'm gonna do the same, don't worry.
[Though one of these days it'd be interesting to see the kid all dressed up and the old man in his casual duds.]
A suit.
[Pat pat his arms.]
I'm gonna do the same, don't worry.
[Though one of these days it'd be interesting to see the kid all dressed up and the old man in his casual duds.]
You got that kind of feeling about this?
[Not that Freddy's complaining. On his way back up again he shuffles into his room to pull out his limited suit pieces. By limited we mean whatever Larry purchased for him.]
[Not that Freddy's complaining. On his way back up again he shuffles into his room to pull out his limited suit pieces. By limited we mean whatever Larry purchased for him.]
I do. I'll let you know if I'm right. How about that? I don't want to jinx it.
[One of those brown eyes wink at him. Into his own room he goes. Moments later he emerges.
He feels lucky. So hopefully he's right.]
[One of those brown eyes wink at him. Into his own room he goes. Moments later he emerges.
He feels lucky. So hopefully he's right.]
Deal.
[He pops out of his room again with a pale cream-colored shirt and dark tie (they say it highlights his hair and eye color) to point at Larry (down the short hall) with his finger. They can verbally shake on it even though he's pretty sure the old man knows he wouldn't hold him up to that. Not much anyway. Back inside he goes to throw on some proper pants. When Freddy emerges a second time he looks less thrown together and more put together. Part of his shirt is still untucked under his blazer though oops.]
[He pops out of his room again with a pale cream-colored shirt and dark tie (they say it highlights his hair and eye color) to point at Larry (down the short hall) with his finger. They can verbally shake on it even though he's pretty sure the old man knows he wouldn't hold him up to that. Not much anyway. Back inside he goes to throw on some proper pants. When Freddy emerges a second time he looks less thrown together and more put together. Part of his shirt is still untucked under his blazer though oops.]
[They don't need to close the door as they change. Larry watches that pointing finger. In fact he waves it off a little. All in order the old man is dressed in a pale grey suit with a light blue tie.]
Hello, sir. Have you seen a guy in there? He's about your height.
[Joking, joking. He's ready to lend a hand with that lopsided shirt.]
Hello, sir. Have you seen a guy in there? He's about your height.
[Joking, joking. He's ready to lend a hand with that lopsided shirt.]
I saw a man in there sure.
[Freddy plays along cause it ain't no thing. Fff. He lets those paws manipulate his shirt too. Is it weird they still keep separate rooms despite usually sleeping in the same bed? Naw. The flowers are back in Larry's room while curiouser type succulents lounge on Freddy's ledge. It is what it is.]
What kinda feeling you got?
[He wants to knooooooow.]
[Freddy plays along cause it ain't no thing. Fff. He lets those paws manipulate his shirt too. Is it weird they still keep separate rooms despite usually sleeping in the same bed? Naw. The flowers are back in Larry's room while curiouser type succulents lounge on Freddy's ledge. It is what it is.]
What kinda feeling you got?
[He wants to knooooooow.]
I know we just met but...you wanna go some place? I don't think the man in there would mind.
[Shirt goes right on into his pants. Don't worry. Paws aren't getting handsy that way even though the kid cleans up very well.]
A feeling we're in for fun. I'm not sure.
[Last time he swore that they were going back to LA. It wasn't that long ago.]
[Shirt goes right on into his pants. Don't worry. Paws aren't getting handsy that way even though the kid cleans up very well.]
A feeling we're in for fun. I'm not sure.
[Last time he swore that they were going back to LA. It wasn't that long ago.]
[The last time he swore they were going back to LA and that wasn't long ago but Freddy is all about taking chances with Lawrence Dimick. Besides, he's packing.]
Alright. Take me somewhere, stranger.
[Out comes a flappy hand, to swing and land a firm smack on White's bum. Not to get handsy or anything.]
Alright. Take me somewhere, stranger.
[Out comes a flappy hand, to swing and land a firm smack on White's bum. Not to get handsy or anything.]
We may not be back for quite some time. Brace yourself.
[Paws ensure that his tie is straight. It's practically the straightest thing in the apartment right now. Larry gives the kid a kiss.]
Hold on a sec.
[He disappears into his room before coming out with two smaller blooms from his damn flowers. One small rosette is for Freddy, a carnation is for Larry.]
Now we're set to go.
[Paws ensure that his tie is straight. It's practically the straightest thing in the apartment right now. Larry gives the kid a kiss.]
Hold on a sec.
[He disappears into his room before coming out with two smaller blooms from his damn flowers. One small rosette is for Freddy, a carnation is for Larry.]
Now we're set to go.
Mm. [That's a pleasant sound for a kiss. Bent as fucking ever for him. Then he watches Larry disappear curiously--oh.]
.....What do we do with'em?
[Freddy asks, brow quirked like he might actually be serious about not knowing what. Just kidding. He plucks a bloom and tucks it into his lapel. The kid's been to prom and weddings and stuff.]
.....What do we do with'em?
[Freddy asks, brow quirked like he might actually be serious about not knowing what. Just kidding. He plucks a bloom and tucks it into his lapel. The kid's been to prom and weddings and stuff.]
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