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
[Freddy's reading something or other on the network because looking busy is the best way to look like nothing's happened at all. Whatever was keeping the diamonds they have has been repaired to the best of his ability, made to look like no toucan had ever been there. The toucan himself is hanging out in the kitchen because he can. Nope nothing doing in this household. Nothing doing at all.]
[The bird gets noisy because the door is rattling. It's about that time of night a little later actually. Larry manages to come on in with the Chinese takeout.]
Ding-dong.
[As if no one is listening in.]
I'm home.
[Into the kitchen he goes with the bag. Oh. And there's the bird. He sets the bags far away from that big ol' beak. Rustle, rustle of the bags before heading to the closet. Yep. That's where the diamonds are kept. Coat removed the door shuts. Back to fussing with the food and...oh fuck what is Sam---]
Ding-dong.
[As if no one is listening in.]
I'm home.
[Into the kitchen he goes with the bag. Oh. And there's the bird. He sets the bags far away from that big ol' beak. Rustle, rustle of the bags before heading to the closet. Yep. That's where the diamonds are kept. Coat removed the door shuts. Back to fussing with the food and...oh fuck what is Sam---]
Doin' anything today?
[He's been up early surprisingly enough. Already dressed and on who knows what cup of coffee. Right now he appears to be writing something.]
Got something to show you if you're not. Might take awhile but...trust me. It'll be worth it.
[He's been up early surprisingly enough. Already dressed and on who knows what cup of coffee. Right now he appears to be writing something.]
Got something to show you if you're not. Might take awhile but...trust me. It'll be worth it.
[Freddy looks up from his cereal and comic book. Just the very state he's in, wearing jeans and a t-shirt under loose thin worn out flannel, pretty much says Newendyke is boring, he's got nothing else to do.]
Me? Nope. What is it? [He peers over a bit, noting Larry's been writing things down throughout the day. This hour is no exception.] Can Sam come?
[Speaking of the diamond dropping dude, he's hopping around somewhere nearby with a ring of plastic shapes twitching in his beak. This is how birds play. He's already dropped his diamond for the day too so nothing doing in toucan land.]
Me? Nope. What is it? [He peers over a bit, noting Larry's been writing things down throughout the day. This hour is no exception.] Can Sam come?
[Speaking of the diamond dropping dude, he's hopping around somewhere nearby with a ring of plastic shapes twitching in his beak. This is how birds play. He's already dropped his diamond for the day too so nothing doing in toucan land.]
Wow, that was intense. [The kid says as the credits role all over a bunch of dead Persians. Intense action sequences and fight choreography of course. Spartans never looked better.] And I'm not the biggest Frank Miller fan or anything either.
[Yep, because a comic book origin has everything to do with Freddy's appreciation for this film. He looks over at Larry. What'd you think old man?]
[Yep, because a comic book origin has everything to do with Freddy's appreciation for this film. He looks over at Larry. What'd you think old man?]
I'd see that one again.
[Holy shit. Everything about it. The women. The men. The action and the action. Larry leans forward to finish off his beer.]
When you explained it, it didn't sound as good.
[Don't hurt him for being honest.]
There's an old film called 300 Spartans. I was thinkin' of that.
[Holy shit. Everything about it. The women. The men. The action and the action. Larry leans forward to finish off his beer.]
When you explained it, it didn't sound as good.
[Don't hurt him for being honest.]
There's an old film called 300 Spartans. I was thinkin' of that.
[So far not so good. The lie's been stretched to include a third party and on top of that still no sign of a toucan. Not even feather. Not even a sighting. It's like Sam's disappeared without a trace and what's worse than finding a dead toucan is not ever knowing what did happen to him. Freddy lumbers into the apartment, clearly looking defeated. Even the tambourine's lost some of its jingle.]
[Damn. Nothing. Larry was at least hoping that someone would have seen Sam.]
It's only been part of one day. We'll put up a note on the network. Some thing simple. Missing bird.
[Once through the door, he's formulating a plan to at least keep the kid's spirits up. Fuck. The Corona that he had for Freddy is on the counter top pretty warm. Not a bad idea though now.]
It's only been part of one day. We'll put up a note on the network. Some thing simple. Missing bird.
[Once through the door, he's formulating a plan to at least keep the kid's spirits up. Fuck. The Corona that he had for Freddy is on the counter top pretty warm. Not a bad idea though now.]
[The old man is in the kitchen cutting up fruit for the bird which is back to normal as far as he can understand. No diamonds in his diet. Berries and no citrus. Larry found unsalted nuts at the market. He can't have trail mix. Strict diet, bird doctor's orders.
Okay. Fruit cut. That's not too much....he thinks. Alright he can't exactly remember what was the decided amount. The man's got a mind for numbers when it comes to money. He examines what he's got on the cutting board. The kid should be home soon to tell him one way or the other. Sam is making noise again, sounding like he should.
Normal as normal. No surprise waiting anywhere that is in sight.]
Okay. Fruit cut. That's not too much....he thinks. Alright he can't exactly remember what was the decided amount. The man's got a mind for numbers when it comes to money. He examines what he's got on the cutting board. The kid should be home soon to tell him one way or the other. Sam is making noise again, sounding like he should.
Normal as normal. No surprise waiting anywhere that is in sight.]
[Normal and presumably allowed to hop around outside his cage with the doors shut unless they've got a screen system set up for warmer days. If that's the case Sam is just perched somewhere near the kitchen, watching Larry, staring at Larry, waiting to get is chance at eating those treats. Unlike a dog the bird doesn't have the size to steal morsels. Not when they're looking anyway.
Click click, jingle. There's the sound of a kid coming in which diverts Sam's attention to fluttering over to the door. E-e-e-ee-e-e.]
Hey buddy.
[Bird first just cause he's like right there and stuff. Then the bear second.] He's got you on kitchen duty?
Click click, jingle. There's the sound of a kid coming in which diverts Sam's attention to fluttering over to the door. E-e-e-ee-e-e.]
Hey buddy.
[Bird first just cause he's like right there and stuff. Then the bear second.] He's got you on kitchen duty?
[It's after dinner and maybe even after dark now but this only works to Freddy Newendyke's advantage. Having had much time to work on his own, the newest piece of furniture to grace their home is now fully assembled and fully in place. Oh sure it took a couple tries because see it looked nice here but you can view the TV better from there but the sun hits here most but the toucan is closest there. Huh.
The most important part is that it's there, sitting across from the TV and under the Rodeo Queen's gaze. Freddy's upstairs doing something or other (working on a kit) with Sam perched on the back of a chair picking at a fruit. Off to one side is a vase filled with fresh water containing roses and orchids that look as fresh as the day he got them. This is domestic bliss.]
The most important part is that it's there, sitting across from the TV and under the Rodeo Queen's gaze. Freddy's upstairs doing something or other (working on a kit) with Sam perched on the back of a chair picking at a fruit. Off to one side is a vase filled with fresh water containing roses and orchids that look as fresh as the day he got them. This is domestic bliss.]
[What's the line that should be said when the other man gets home? Can they pull a honey, I'm home greeting? Why the fuck not is a better question. The old man's home.]
'llo?
[Clink. He drops his keys to the counter top int he kitchen. While shrugging off his coat he notes that there's something different in the living room. What is this. Freddy might be keen enough to hear the sound of dress shoes as he approaches examining from all sides. The wheels are turning. No body in it. That's a fucking treat.]
'llo?
[Clink. He drops his keys to the counter top int he kitchen. While shrugging off his coat he notes that there's something different in the living room. What is this. Freddy might be keen enough to hear the sound of dress shoes as he approaches examining from all sides. The wheels are turning. No body in it. That's a fucking treat.]
Edited 2011-05-13 07:40 (UTC)
[See Food is a ridiculous name for an establishment but they know what they're talking about. Larry is digging into his surf and turf with zeal. They got in right away. The tunes are kicking, mostly Freddy's taste. Though he doesn't seem to be in his right kind of mind.]
Hey.
[The old man leans forward.]
Doin' alright?
[His plate doesn't look like it's been touched that much aside from poking.]
Hey.
[The old man leans forward.]
Doin' alright?
[His plate doesn't look like it's been touched that much aside from poking.]
Huh? Yeah I'm fine.
[Freddy replies in a way that asks 'Why do I look not fine?' His plate's been pecked at so he's been eating, just slowly, steadily, not quite fully. That alone is uncharacteristic of one Freddy Newendyke. To prove his own point though the kid takes a stab at some popcorn shrimp. Small bites first, the pain in his side can handle that...mostly.]
[Freddy replies in a way that asks 'Why do I look not fine?' His plate's been pecked at so he's been eating, just slowly, steadily, not quite fully. That alone is uncharacteristic of one Freddy Newendyke. To prove his own point though the kid takes a stab at some popcorn shrimp. Small bites first, the pain in his side can handle that...mostly.]
Tea. Do we have any fuckin' tea?
[Freddy asks as they leave the place, finally getting onto streetside. Really the tea recommendation didn't bother him as much as the hot water bottle suggestion did. What is he some rotten orange tabby cat brought into the pound? Fff.
Ultimately though the woman told him as much as any other doctor would; his condition isn't curable right now and he is no different from anyone else suffering the same pains. It's not the city's fault the wound hurting him happens to be that one. The powers that be must have looked over the scrape he suffered when he fell out of a tree at the age of eight or the fracture he procured after a stupid stunt at the age of sixteen.]
[Freddy asks as they leave the place, finally getting onto streetside. Really the tea recommendation didn't bother him as much as the hot water bottle suggestion did. What is he some rotten orange tabby cat brought into the pound? Fff.
Ultimately though the woman told him as much as any other doctor would; his condition isn't curable right now and he is no different from anyone else suffering the same pains. It's not the city's fault the wound hurting him happens to be that one. The powers that be must have looked over the scrape he suffered when he fell out of a tree at the age of eight or the fracture he procured after a stupid stunt at the age of sixteen.]
Not like its hard to find.
[At least there isn't anything that would warrant them booking it to the hospital. Once outside the old man lights up.]
Was I right?
[About the woman he means. Maybe heading home and relaxing will do Freddy the best good. Already Larry's thinking about the chair. Fuck. He's turning into a chair man.]
[At least there isn't anything that would warrant them booking it to the hospital. Once outside the old man lights up.]
Was I right?
[About the woman he means. Maybe heading home and relaxing will do Freddy the best good. Already Larry's thinking about the chair. Fuck. He's turning into a chair man.]
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[These affairs were not to Monsieur Dimick, no, L'Blanc's liking at all. If he were to be privy to actions of his choosing that would be an entirely different tale. No, he came as requested by Lord Cabot and such business was not for discussing in court or even in a pub lest blood be spilled. It was unheard of for a gentleman to come to Paris and not make an appearance if one had a name. Here for this trip Lawrence did have a name, one that was meant to remain untarnished.
So here he is in this moment, in this room of faces. He must smile to the right ones, nod and be polite to dame and gent alike. Perhaps it is the pretense which dampens it so. Even with proper training he is fully aware he does not belong with men and women of title. His trade is with his hands and actions surely barbaric by common thought. It doesn't rattle him in the slightest what difference is a hired hand to a soldier in the end?
He thinks to prepare a pipe for himself as his brown eyes look from face to face. Not too soon after wandering he comes to a face he has not yet fixed a name to. Dressed in a such fashion of apparent wealth or patronage it is a surprise he is not known to L'blanc. And he does wear it well. Would that his gaze chance upon him? It could be the restlessness in him already that causes a stirring.]
So here he is in this moment, in this room of faces. He must smile to the right ones, nod and be polite to dame and gent alike. Perhaps it is the pretense which dampens it so. Even with proper training he is fully aware he does not belong with men and women of title. His trade is with his hands and actions surely barbaric by common thought. It doesn't rattle him in the slightest what difference is a hired hand to a soldier in the end?
He thinks to prepare a pipe for himself as his brown eyes look from face to face. Not too soon after wandering he comes to a face he has not yet fixed a name to. Dressed in a such fashion of apparent wealth or patronage it is a surprise he is not known to L'blanc. And he does wear it well. Would that his gaze chance upon him? It could be the restlessness in him already that causes a stirring.]
[Monsieur Dimick is not alone in his feelings for the court. Monsieur Newendyke, a lowly little transplant from the Netherlands, finds himself amongst these people because--as Captain Holdaway put it--his kind is best suited for laying in wait, gaining confidence in a falsehood until the moment is ripe for striking. The Dutch are good at that so they've said. All Monsieur Newendyke wishes to do is gain his stripes and medals to be a true craftsman, not the kind his father and mother wish him to be which is he who weaves business with his hands but the kind who maintains law and order and justice. A musketeer. It's a craft no man can learn under a simple apprenticeship. For Monsieur Newendyke it starts with weeding out vermin within the court.
Look at them in their finery, everyone. How can anyone tell one weasel from another? Some of the women are even wearing mink. Green eyes hover over the sea of whimsy until they lock with brown ones. That one doesn't fit. Not at all. And it's through his own unfitting demeanor that he catches Monsieur Newendyke's attention particularly. This man does not play the games of courtiers. For how long is it appropriate to maintain eye contact? Unlike women there is no place for windowed fans in the company of men.]
Look at them in their finery, everyone. How can anyone tell one weasel from another? Some of the women are even wearing mink. Green eyes hover over the sea of whimsy until they lock with brown ones. That one doesn't fit. Not at all. And it's through his own unfitting demeanor that he catches Monsieur Newendyke's attention particularly. This man does not play the games of courtiers. For how long is it appropriate to maintain eye contact? Unlike women there is no place for windowed fans in the company of men.]
[The modern miracle that is running water is perhaps the noisiest sound. Lawrence--Larry is in his casual finery of a t-shirt and denim. He looks into the mirror and examines his progress. Usually he is a faster shaving but now that he's been given the idea he's experimenting. How much? How far? A mustache wouldn't take too, too long. It can be done.]
Move it.
[Says the ever charismatic socialite--er, floppy haired dude in is Fantastic Four boxers and a t-shirt. He's not really demanding Larry get out of his way, it's just how a Newendyke thrives in this kind of living condition. A brightly colored beak looms in after Freddy before flap flap flapping to perch on the top edge of the shower. Sam just likes spending time with his humans okay?
Meanwhile, the kid makes a grab for his toothbrush when he notices...it.]
You missed a spot.
[Says the ever charismatic socialite--er, floppy haired dude in is Fantastic Four boxers and a t-shirt. He's not really demanding Larry get out of his way, it's just how a Newendyke thrives in this kind of living condition. A brightly colored beak looms in after Freddy before flap flap flapping to perch on the top edge of the shower. Sam just likes spending time with his humans okay?
Meanwhile, the kid makes a grab for his toothbrush when he notices...it.]
You missed a spot.
[Orange is sitting at a corner table far in the back of their chosen bar. It's always the same place, the same spot, the same drink. Sometimes it's the same hour too. He lights a cigarette, his second already. Meeting with White is strange for most obvious reasons, but it's the only sense of consistency anymore. If there's one thing he can count on, it's on that man showing up as promised, when promised. His gaze hovers over the doorway, waiting for a familiar silhouette to fill the space.]
[On cue, the silhouette of a broad shouldered man in a suit fills a portion of the doorway. Even through the smoke and low lights of the bar he navigates with ease to Orange. No rush at all to his step. He knows where he's going. Right to the same spot.]
Edited 2011-05-27 09:17 (UTC)
[Sunday morning's pretty easy going so far. So far that by late morning, nearest the afternoon, Freddy Newendyke is still doing his own casual thing at home. Today, at this moment, it consists of holding a sliced piece of papaya in one hand while the toucan nibbles and chips away at it. His other hand consistently flips the page of a comic book. Every now and then green eyes dart up to catch sight of a bear. He's been keeping track of Larry's movements and manner all day. All day. Flip.]
[A wedding. A home. Settling down. All of those are rosy far away concepts that the old man never thought over seriously here in the City, here with Freddy. Owning an apartment together and day to day life has been living the dream.
Yesterday was not awful. Just. Not what was expected at all. These curses keep pitching curve-balls. It's a lot to mull over. A lot. Larry has been spending his day doing the ironing, cleaning here and there. At this rate though it'll be an overhaul. He heads into the kitchen for a drink of water. There's the kid on the couch, right? Well.]
Hey.
Yesterday was not awful. Just. Not what was expected at all. These curses keep pitching curve-balls. It's a lot to mull over. A lot. Larry has been spending his day doing the ironing, cleaning here and there. At this rate though it'll be an overhaul. He heads into the kitchen for a drink of water. There's the kid on the couch, right? Well.]
Hey.
[Thank fuckin' God they didn't need milk, eggs or ice cream. It'd be melting.]
I heard this joint was good. Better be amazing at this rate.
[Now that they're blocked on either side they're stuck with the decision. Only one car away from giving their order.]
I heard this joint was good. Better be amazing at this rate.
[Now that they're blocked on either side they're stuck with the decision. Only one car away from giving their order.]
[One car away from giving the order, not even receiving it. At least they have time to kind of look at the lit up menus and pick something. Freddy blows smoke aside before leaning over (almost into Larry's lap) to see said menu.]
Man I can barely see the thing, maybe everything's good.
[So says the faux optimist. Being boxed in like this ain't his definition of good service, but at least they don't have to tip.]
Man I can barely see the thing, maybe everything's good.
[So says the faux optimist. Being boxed in like this ain't his definition of good service, but at least they don't have to tip.]
[The old man lets his sunglasses slip down his nose to take a better look. There are plenty of people down at the boardwalk. It's the warm weather. Out come the people in their swim suits, Hawaiian shirts and shades. Larry is sporting his own. People watching has been taken to the next level.]
How about that one?
[He pushes is glasses up and tilts his head to the man who looks something like a shorter Johnny Unitas.]
How about that one?
[He pushes is glasses up and tilts his head to the man who looks something like a shorter Johnny Unitas.]
[A guy with an arm like that could definitely do some creative things in the bedroom (or some other confined space) but Freddy isn't really feeling the rest of him. Do they have a list of criteria for cruising? That'd be almost a little too formulaic or structured...either way thought, the kid isn't sure.]
Think he'd go for it?
[Puff of smoke. Orange has his jeans, tank, and light weight flannel around his waist. Yes, this is perfectly acceptable boardwalk wear. Hey look, Johnny's stopping to talk to another guy working one of the game tables. No girl on either arm. Hm.]
Think he'd go for it?
[Puff of smoke. Orange has his jeans, tank, and light weight flannel around his waist. Yes, this is perfectly acceptable boardwalk wear. Hey look, Johnny's stopping to talk to another guy working one of the game tables. No girl on either arm. Hm.]
[Larry's mind abuzz. What could be the deal here?
Down Under is a good name for a bar in the underground. It's a place people go to let loose and not worry about getting noticed. Pushing past the bar, the old man finds Freddy. At first he doesn't say anything, choosing to hang back and watch the man waiting. Is he catching anyone else's eye? Some 80s tune is playing.]
Down Under is a good name for a bar in the underground. It's a place people go to let loose and not worry about getting noticed. Pushing past the bar, the old man finds Freddy. At first he doesn't say anything, choosing to hang back and watch the man waiting. Is he catching anyone else's eye? Some 80s tune is playing.]
[Larry's so damn astute. Freddy can be observant too but one of the things he can never quite catch is when someone else is admiring him in ways that go beyond his own achievements like winning a contest or holding the latest issue of Iron Man. Nope. This kid doesn't see the roughneck observing him from behind his own beer, several tables away. Freddy's too fixated on his own beer and the strawberry-topped kitten in front of him. No it's not a real cat, it's a key.]
[Since he's the driver Larry takes the long way to the shop. He tried to find the best looking place.]
We should be there soon.
[Buddy Holly on the radio to make things even more cheery. All the kid knows is that they're going someplace and it's urgent.]
We should be there soon.
[Buddy Holly on the radio to make things even more cheery. All the kid knows is that they're going someplace and it's urgent.]
What is it?
[Freddy asks for the third time because he knows a surprise when he sees it...or well...anticipates it...something like that.]
[Freddy asks for the third time because he knows a surprise when he sees it...or well...anticipates it...something like that.]
Freddy. Hey. Freddy, kid. You gotta wake up. You gotta see this.
[Because the old man has been staring at the sight on the network for a few minutes. When he got up to piss there were lights, bright lights all around the outside of the City. Like there was another city beyond it. How right he was. Not just any city though.
The device is the old man's hand ready to give it over.]
[Because the old man has been staring at the sight on the network for a few minutes. When he got up to piss there were lights, bright lights all around the outside of the City. Like there was another city beyond it. How right he was. Not just any city though.
The device is the old man's hand ready to give it over.]
Hrrnnn.... [Freddy mutters, hair messed up and his nose still buried in the pillow.] What is it?
[Finally the kid rolls over to look up at the old man. Yeah, totally the same bed.]
[Finally the kid rolls over to look up at the old man. Yeah, totally the same bed.]
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.]
Home sweet fucking home.
[Freddy drags himself and the rest of his gear into the fancy two story apartment. Warm and breathing civilization is a far cry from that hellhole version of Los Angeles they just came from. The place looks untouched as it should be for only 24 hours. That deep bass-like alarm is still sort of rattling in his chest.]
[Freddy drags himself and the rest of his gear into the fancy two story apartment. Warm and breathing civilization is a far cry from that hellhole version of Los Angeles they just came from. The place looks untouched as it should be for only 24 hours. That deep bass-like alarm is still sort of rattling in his chest.]
You can say that again.
[The City doesn't have the same kind of smog as LA the air in their apartment smells sweet with it's cigarettes and this morning's coffee. Hours ago Larry was sure he'd never see this place again. Nurse is waiting in the hallway like always. The rodeo queen smiles as if to say welcome home, honey. A fucking far cry indeed.
Never again, not until they're abso-fucking-lutely certain. The old man drops the helmet to the floor with a clunk.]
Man. [His suit is soaked with sweat and gunk.]
[The City doesn't have the same kind of smog as LA the air in their apartment smells sweet with it's cigarettes and this morning's coffee. Hours ago Larry was sure he'd never see this place again. Nurse is waiting in the hallway like always. The rodeo queen smiles as if to say welcome home, honey. A fucking far cry indeed.
Never again, not until they're abso-fucking-lutely certain. The old man drops the helmet to the floor with a clunk.]
Man. [His suit is soaked with sweat and gunk.]
[Ping! You're getting a text at work, Larry.]
Busy?
Busy?
[Ping!]
I got about eight more minutes then I got plenty of free time.
I got about eight more minutes then I got plenty of free time.
[Sound doesn't carry clear as a bell but hardwood floors do emphasize the sound here and there in the house. From the chair in the living room the old man hears a few choice sounds.
FLAP. FLAP. CLUNK. And a healthy rustling noise. It could be up from the bathroom.]
Everything okay up there?
[He asks before he starts up the stairs. So far no shouting but that bird has the ability to swallow anything in a short amount of time.]
FLAP. FLAP. CLUNK. And a healthy rustling noise. It could be up from the bathroom.]
Everything okay up there?
[He asks before he starts up the stairs. So far no shouting but that bird has the ability to swallow anything in a short amount of time.]
Hold. Still.
[Freddy's got the car magazine tightly rolled up to rid their home of the invader. There's no way that beast got in through the complex, it had to have come skittering by when they left the windows open and you know what they say about roaches. Just one will do the whole building in. So here he is crouched in the upstairs bathroom, moving objects aside very very...very slowly, ready to take a swing--!!!]
Sam!
[Tok tok chomp. The bird gets its protein in one fell swoop. Without teeth the toucan's got to swallow the bug whole but before that he gives Freddy a cool eye while those legs thrash in his big color-changing beak. Toss! Gulp. E-e-ee-ee-ee-e-e. Sick.]
...Good job, buddy. [Freddy remarks then flops back on his bum.] We're fine.
[And that's that. He wanted all the glory fff--but what's this under the sink? Freddy tilts his head to get a better look.]
[Freddy's got the car magazine tightly rolled up to rid their home of the invader. There's no way that beast got in through the complex, it had to have come skittering by when they left the windows open and you know what they say about roaches. Just one will do the whole building in. So here he is crouched in the upstairs bathroom, moving objects aside very very...very slowly, ready to take a swing--!!!]
Sam!
[Tok tok chomp. The bird gets its protein in one fell swoop. Without teeth the toucan's got to swallow the bug whole but before that he gives Freddy a cool eye while those legs thrash in his big color-changing beak. Toss! Gulp. E-e-ee-ee-ee-e-e. Sick.]
...Good job, buddy. [Freddy remarks then flops back on his bum.] We're fine.
[And that's that. He wanted all the glory fff--but what's this under the sink? Freddy tilts his head to get a better look.]
[INCOMING LAWRENCE DIMICK.
Pop.
Freddy Newendyke appears right above Larry to land on him and his drink.]
Pop.
Freddy Newendyke appears right above Larry to land on him and his drink.]
[Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! Larry is well and truly startled. Coming back from the kitchen with his cold Jack Daniels and coke he was hoping to drink it. Now he's wearing it. And so is Freddy. Well, he's also wearing Freddy too. Naturally he's gonna slip and fall some.
Puff. Puff. Sputter.]
Puff. Puff. Sputter.]
[Freddy's walking along fresh out of the mechanic shop. That means even though he's without his coveralls his skin still has a certain air of motor oil to it. Motor oil and nicotine because he's allowed to smoke in the shop unlike many of the other public places here. Fff. Speaking of, he's got a cigarette dangling between his lips right now. The kid's just making his way home like it's no thing.
...He might check his network device for the goings on there. He's no tech head but Freddy's acknowledged just how useful and convenient the thing is.]
...He might check his network device for the goings on there. He's no tech head but Freddy's acknowledged just how useful and convenient the thing is.]
[A car, Chrysler Newport convertible in a pristine Navy blue if we want to get specific, slows to roll beside him. The windows have been tinted and don't roll down just yet. But looks like someone's checking him out.]
[The old man starts his day with a smoke at the kitchen table. He's already dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a wifebeater that he knows is his own. Of course the kid is up.]
So. You got any ideas of what to do today? We got beer. I think there's some place that's got a grill out there worth buying from.
So. You got any ideas of what to do today? We got beer. I think there's some place that's got a grill out there worth buying from.
[Freddy doesn't even have one on to beat the heat. All he has is a lighter weight button down that's showing off an archaic looking map of the Hawaiian islands. Never say Freddy Newendyke can't be a little festive with his gear. Chances are he picked it up at the same place Larry got his shirt. The kid's got jeans on to top it all off and they're slung low, showing a sliver of skin across a fair bare belly. He's smoking with one hand while holding a piece of papaya out for a toucan with the other.]
I didn't know you're an independence day kind of guy.
I didn't know you're an independence day kind of guy.
[There's a din that the old man is trying to move away from. His ear is pressed to the phone hoping the kid'll pick up this time.
Please. Please. Please.]
Please. Please. Please.]
Hey.
[Finally the kid picks up. Damn Larry's called him twice? Thrice now?]
[Finally the kid picks up. Damn Larry's called him twice? Thrice now?]
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