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
You like cowboys.
[Freddy remarks, putting two and two much better this way. He doesn't think any less of him, knows it's different. It's the stories he likes to hear so he knows he's not the only messed up boy on the block. And 'messed up' is putting it strongly, maybe just not like the other boys.]
Hard time, old man.
[Freddy remarks, putting two and two much better this way. He doesn't think any less of him, knows it's different. It's the stories he likes to hear so he knows he's not the only messed up boy on the block. And 'messed up' is putting it strongly, maybe just not like the other boys.]
Hard time, old man.
I love cowboys.
[Especially this one. And he's not hesitant to say it anymore. Just as well because he means it.]
Luckily I waited until the morning to tell him [Larry laughs a little at himself and kisses Freddy on the cheek.] That was a hard time.
[Especially this one. And he's not hesitant to say it anymore. Just as well because he means it.]
Luckily I waited until the morning to tell him [Larry laughs a little at himself and kisses Freddy on the cheek.] That was a hard time.
You told him?
[Yeah, he says it like he would never, because Freddy never has. Well except for that one punk under the bleachers. He doesn't count. Never will. Black Magic Woman is the only one who has as far as Freddy's concerned. So sue him for not being as bold as one Lawrence Dimick here. Part of that's why this kid likes him so much.
The kiss to his cheek helps too. Oddly soft and affectionate. Men don't do this kind of thing, even the ones who fuck other men. The kid likes it.]
Did he throw you out or somethin'?
[Yeah, he says it like he would never, because Freddy never has. Well except for that one punk under the bleachers. He doesn't count. Never will. Black Magic Woman is the only one who has as far as Freddy's concerned. So sue him for not being as bold as one Lawrence Dimick here. Part of that's why this kid likes him so much.
The kiss to his cheek helps too. Oddly soft and affectionate. Men don't do this kind of thing, even the ones who fuck other men. The kid likes it.]
Did he throw you out or somethin'?
Yeah. I dunno what I was expecting, wanted him to know I guess.
[The old man has them stop just short of coming out of the alley. Nothing in mind but holding this man who bled out for--the third time?--without dying. He's fucking lucky for this right here. Freddy could have shoved him off too.
Sorry, he's getting so sentimental it's fucking sick.]
I haven't talked to him since. He told me I wasn't welcome ever again. A few other thing too.
[The old man has them stop just short of coming out of the alley. Nothing in mind but holding this man who bled out for--the third time?--without dying. He's fucking lucky for this right here. Freddy could have shoved him off too.
Sorry, he's getting so sentimental it's fucking sick.]
I haven't talked to him since. He told me I wasn't welcome ever again. A few other thing too.
[He pauses in time with the other man, not yet leaving the anonymity of the shadowed alley.]
I'm sorry baby.
[Freddy wishes he could say more, offer something comforting or even just a slice of his own experience with that kind of treatment, but he has none. What he does have Larry's already heard and since then the kid's kept it inside until cleaning out that microwave with Santana playing. The old man's got heaps more experience on him.]
I wouldn'tna done that to you. [On the contrary, Freddy here might have let him go all the way, being that desperate for some kind of affection at that age.]
I'm sorry baby.
[Freddy wishes he could say more, offer something comforting or even just a slice of his own experience with that kind of treatment, but he has none. What he does have Larry's already heard and since then the kid's kept it inside until cleaning out that microwave with Santana playing. The old man's got heaps more experience on him.]
I wouldn'tna done that to you. [On the contrary, Freddy here might have let him go all the way, being that desperate for some kind of affection at that age.]
[Not for a second does he let go. There's no reason to.]
It's alright right now.
[It's easy to say that now with this in his grasp. Larry rests his head against Freddy's. Here they don't got to run and hiding, protecting moments like this it's second nature.]
I could have taken the hint with that guy. ...but you, you never let me down.
It's alright right now.
[It's easy to say that now with this in his grasp. Larry rests his head against Freddy's. Here they don't got to run and hiding, protecting moments like this it's second nature.]
I could have taken the hint with that guy. ...but you, you never let me down.
Edited 2011-03-09 07:52 (UTC)
You don't gotta flatter me none.
[Freddy jokes because the affection's almost too much. He just relived nearly fucking dying and here's Lawrence Dimick, being as sweet as can fucking be, telling him he never let him down. Except, Freddy told him he's a cop and that didn't go over too well. Who knows if they can survive that after this place.]
[Freddy jokes because the affection's almost too much. He just relived nearly fucking dying and here's Lawrence Dimick, being as sweet as can fucking be, telling him he never let him down. Except, Freddy told him he's a cop and that didn't go over too well. Who knows if they can survive that after this place.]
[Shrug. Should they get a move on? Stopping is making the old man lazy.]
You're right. Don't want it to go to your head.
[It's dangerous to let people know how much they mean to you, besides the obvious risk of rejection. The kid is a walking weakness. Larry does stupid things when he's around him, because of him. His only regret is having zero restraint when the kid went out on a limb to confess that he was the rat. That took balls. A big hand ruffles his hair.]
You're right. Don't want it to go to your head.
[It's dangerous to let people know how much they mean to you, besides the obvious risk of rejection. The kid is a walking weakness. Larry does stupid things when he's around him, because of him. His only regret is having zero restraint when the kid went out on a limb to confess that he was the rat. That took balls. A big hand ruffles his hair.]
It's cool.
[To his head? Freddy's already out of his head when Larry's not around. Maybe it's fair enough to say that ship's sailed. The kid doesn't say much with regards to that though. Instead he reaches up to take hold of the hand ruffling his hair, as if to say 'Stop.' or 'You don't have to.' He brings that paw to his cheek, fitting the side of his cold dirty face to the old man's palm. Freddy felt sick not too long ago, like he ought to throw his guts up. Now he just feels tired, exhausted, used up by the city.]
[To his head? Freddy's already out of his head when Larry's not around. Maybe it's fair enough to say that ship's sailed. The kid doesn't say much with regards to that though. Instead he reaches up to take hold of the hand ruffling his hair, as if to say 'Stop.' or 'You don't have to.' He brings that paw to his cheek, fitting the side of his cold dirty face to the old man's palm. Freddy felt sick not too long ago, like he ought to throw his guts up. Now he just feels tired, exhausted, used up by the city.]
Super cool?
[The old man looks into that kid's face. The day is wearing on him hard. A meal, a shower and sleep will do him good. Larry stoops to taste his cigarettes on the kid's lips. Only a little, only because the bleachers and a joy ride had to happen to get here.]
Let's go home, baby.
[The old man looks into that kid's face. The day is wearing on him hard. A meal, a shower and sleep will do him good. Larry stoops to taste his cigarettes on the kid's lips. Only a little, only because the bleachers and a joy ride had to happen to get here.]
Let's go home, baby.
[He purses his lips, head tilting to receive that kiss only to lean in more, making it harder and firmer. Look when your nose is this big somebody has to tilt. Freddy doesn't go beyond this though, too tired for anything else but sharing warmth arm in arm. When they part, he adds a second lighter kiss, brief.]
Super cool, baby.
[The kid tightens his hold around Larry's waist. Let's go, among other words could fit here in the silence.]
Super cool, baby.
[The kid tightens his hold around Larry's waist. Let's go, among other words could fit here in the silence.]
[Hey you, other guy who lives here. This guy has something to say to you:]
The only bullshit that stinks here is the bullshit you keep telling yourself.
[Freddy shouts from downstairs to upstairs.]
The only bullshit that stinks here is the bullshit you keep telling yourself.
[Freddy shouts from downstairs to upstairs.]
[Other guy, your roommate isn't gonna take that. A few too loud of footsteps and a loud reply is boomed down stairs.]
The only reason why you like the Dodgers is because they're closer and frankly the best of the worst of the region.
[And he'll stay perched near the top of the stairs. He can't see down there, but he knows that Dodger loving son of a bitch is there.]
The only reason why you like the Dodgers is because they're closer and frankly the best of the worst of the region.
[And he'll stay perched near the top of the stairs. He can't see down there, but he knows that Dodger loving son of a bitch is there.]
That's total anti-California bullshit. Our football team's made of motherfuckin' pirates. Your football team's made of cheese.
[Yeah he went there. He's going over to the foot of those stairs too.]
[Yeah he went there. He's going over to the foot of those stairs too.]
We're talkin' ball. You didn't want to talk about the Giants and we all know what the Padres aren't worth the dirt they play on.
[Okay. Now he's facing the stairs. Might be peering down there.]
Stick to one fucking sport.
[Okay. Now he's facing the stairs. Might be peering down there.]
Stick to one fucking sport.
Don't blame me we kick ass at all of them.
[See this cocky pose.]
[See this cocky pose.]
Would you listen to yourself for two seconds? This is fucking outrageous.
[Arms folded, shaking his head.]
[Arms folded, shaking his head.]
What's fucking outrageous is [Up up up a step to emphasize each word he says.] You. Think. The Brewers. Are better.
[That's four steps towards Larry. What a far cry from bleeding to death in a wagon.]
[That's four steps towards Larry. What a far cry from bleeding to death in a wagon.]
I didn't say better. You're putting words in my fucking mouth.
[Give him three steps. This sure isn't cradling that body and telling he's gonna be okay.]
[Give him three steps. This sure isn't cradling that body and telling he's gonna be okay.]
So what are you sayin'? Cause I don't have a clear picture you know?
[Up up up. Poke to Larry's chest.]
[Up up up. Poke to Larry's chest.]
[Woah, woah. Who the fuck is this? Larry's stunned but not enough to back on down.]
I'm sayin' the fucking Dodgers ain't all that. Not no number one. I got no reason to respect em.
[He backs up because he doesn't want anyone tumbling down the stairs.]
I'm sayin' the fucking Dodgers ain't all that. Not no number one. I got no reason to respect em.
[He backs up because he doesn't want anyone tumbling down the stairs.]
But the Brewers are? You got reason to respect them? Sounds like you think the Brewers are better to me.
[Give the kid an inch and he'll swim all over you, old man. That's what Freddy's doing, now fully upstairs.]
[Give the kid an inch and he'll swim all over you, old man. That's what Freddy's doing, now fully upstairs.]
You know what, yeah. They are better to me than the Dodgers. A shit ton in fact. Not no flash in the pan they got a steady flow, sure it ain't perfect but anyone who thinks the Dodgers are perfect they're delusional.
[More than a few inches, fuck he tries waving off this gruffness. Down boy.]
[More than a few inches, fuck he tries waving off this gruffness. Down boy.]
[Waving him off? Really? Freddy kind of just looks at Larry.]
Do you know what you sound like?
Do you know what you sound like?
I ain't deaf. I sound like I'm being reasonable.
[Or....no, no he doesn't have any idea what he sounds like. His arms cross once again, and he side steps to give the kid room but it's not a retreat.]
[Or....no, no he doesn't have any idea what he sounds like. His arms cross once again, and he side steps to give the kid room but it's not a retreat.]
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