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
No. Not really. I mean I heard the whole thing... [Freddy rubs his forehead a bit.] Did you like him?
[Sorry Eden, he has to ask. Please don't punch Freddy.]
[Sorry Eden, he has to ask. Please don't punch Freddy.]
[Juvenile street justice is the only true justice. It's almost biblical in that eye for an eye sort of a way.
Looking down at those green eyes, freckled skin in contrast with the water he thinks to himself what a good looking son of a bitch this fucker is. And he's more than happy to lug him up on land.]
Sure does. Wonder where. [Because some people don't pay too much mind to the network when they don't have to.]
You wanna go?
[Only offering. Neither of them are dressed for any big hoe down. It's a polite offer. Larry steps back to lean against the wall, listening, tapping his toe.]
Looking down at those green eyes, freckled skin in contrast with the water he thinks to himself what a good looking son of a bitch this fucker is. And he's more than happy to lug him up on land.]
Sure does. Wonder where. [Because some people don't pay too much mind to the network when they don't have to.]
You wanna go?
[Only offering. Neither of them are dressed for any big hoe down. It's a polite offer. Larry steps back to lean against the wall, listening, tapping his toe.]
I ain't really dressed the part...
[Oh God was that just the most pathetic way of saying I'm too shy or what? Larry on the other hand appears like he could fit in at one of those fancy places. He walks the walk and talks the talk. Freddy however...okay look, his main concern is getting found out. May as well screw rationalizing it. He hasn't forgotten what day it is. Hands get tucked into his pockets. He may as well shuffle like a school boy.]
[Oh God was that just the most pathetic way of saying I'm too shy or what? Larry on the other hand appears like he could fit in at one of those fancy places. He walks the walk and talks the talk. Freddy however...okay look, his main concern is getting found out. May as well screw rationalizing it. He hasn't forgotten what day it is. Hands get tucked into his pockets. He may as well shuffle like a school boy.]
[Shrug.]
I'm not much either.
[Larry kicks a bit off of the wall.]
Wanna dance anyway?
[The water laps against the sidewalk, now and then spilling a bit over the pavement. That's about the only other sound than the music that keeps going. The bass line is like a heartbeat.]
I'm not much either.
[Larry kicks a bit off of the wall.]
Wanna dance anyway?
[The water laps against the sidewalk, now and then spilling a bit over the pavement. That's about the only other sound than the music that keeps going. The bass line is like a heartbeat.]
[Why is the kid suddenly feeling a whole lot more kiddish? Don't let'em see you sweat, Newendyke. A dance is just a dance, you dance at home in your skivvies. You dance when the Stooges are blasting. It's just dancing.]
Right there? Right now?
[No not like the song. He points at the ground, face starting to feel a little warm.]
Right there? Right now?
[No not like the song. He points at the ground, face starting to feel a little warm.]
So you're pissed he didn't tell you he was dating her?
[Who knew Chase has a preference for keeping much younger company.]
[Who knew Chase has a preference for keeping much younger company.]
[The timing and setting seem alright. I mean, it's an alley. There's a can not that far away. It's not very Venetian, but looks like the need for caffeine knows no setting. Maybe it would have been better if he asked at home. The mood didn't strike him so much as it does right now.]
Sure.
[Please say yes.]
Sure.
[Please say yes.]
Oh come on, if he's laid up you don't gotta see'im. [That might be the most help Freddy can offer.] Is this about the age thing? I ain't gonna tell anybody.
[Unless Chase has done something else before to make Eden feel so uncomfortable.]
[Unless Chase has done something else before to make Eden feel so uncomfortable.]
[Oh God oh God oh God oh God...stay cool, Newendyke. Bitch be cool.]
...Okay.
[His hands come out of his pockets but Freddy doesn't have the slightest idea what to do with them.]
...Okay.
[His hands come out of his pockets but Freddy doesn't have the slightest idea what to do with them.]
[For a few short seconds he thought that Freddy would refuse. Which wouldn't be awful...there were plenty of hopes he wouldn't though.
Larry cracks a smile and takes a hold of his fingertips for a second to shake them.]
Loosen up for fuck's sake.
[A little step, a little sway. That's how they do it. The old man takes something of the lead. It's more like dancing near one another rather than with for starters. Maybe that'd make it less of a big deal.]
Larry cracks a smile and takes a hold of his fingertips for a second to shake them.]
Loosen up for fuck's sake.
[A little step, a little sway. That's how they do it. The old man takes something of the lead. It's more like dancing near one another rather than with for starters. Maybe that'd make it less of a big deal.]
[Freddy manages to keep the 'oh' out of his expression. Time to find a place to sit, outside the hospital. He gestures for Eden to come with.]
She do anything to you?
She do anything to you?
[He laughs at the smile Larry's cracking but it's still a somewhat anxious laugh. Freddy can't help feeling a little strange about this, about dancing together near one another whatever, out in public, under dusk, to music, on a day like today. This is the stuff teenagers dream of and the old man has done an excellent job of putting the kid back in that place.]
You know I'm white right? I mean I listen to the music but I don't move the same.
[That's Freddy's attempt at a poor joke with some truth embedded in it. He's moving around with the barest minimum of stepping for now, but he's moving.]
You know I'm white right? I mean I listen to the music but I don't move the same.
[That's Freddy's attempt at a poor joke with some truth embedded in it. He's moving around with the barest minimum of stepping for now, but he's moving.]
So...she nose in on you?
[He's not trying to minimize her problem with Claire, just trying to get to the bottom of it.]
[He's not trying to minimize her problem with Claire, just trying to get to the bottom of it.]
What kind of business?
[He's hoping not Chase business cause that'll get sticky fast. Time for another cigarette.]
[He's hoping not Chase business cause that'll get sticky fast. Time for another cigarette.]
[No teenagers here. This could happen any place. Casual, simple. A dance is only a dance. On a day like today. With company like this though, can you blame a man for going more sentimental than usual?]
I know exactly how you can move. Don't gimme that.
[Larry has a courtesy laugh for the joke. No shit that Newendyke is as white as they come even with his nigger street rap music shit blasting.
If you say run, I'll run to you...]
Not your kinda song?
[As though they can take requests from where they are. Larry keeps on moving in his way.]
I know exactly how you can move. Don't gimme that.
[Larry has a courtesy laugh for the joke. No shit that Newendyke is as white as they come even with his nigger street rap music shit blasting.
If you say run, I'll run to you...]
Not your kinda song?
[As though they can take requests from where they are. Larry keeps on moving in his way.]
It ain't that, I don't move all too good. [Freddy explains. He's got nothing against Bowie, at all. Especially when he's growling his words looking at you with those strange eyes. Ahem.] I'm kinda surprised you know it.
[Aaaaand there we go. A smile. The scrappy blonde guy gives the dark haired old gun a smile.]
[Aaaaand there we go. A smile. The scrappy blonde guy gives the dark haired old gun a smile.]
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