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
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[Not the kind with a huge dick, but Freddy's already taking his jacket to see how well it can wrap around the rifle. If he folds the stock it could work.]
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[Sorry. He's thinking of those big dicked monsters. Since he's taking a breather Larry lights up a Chesterfield and watches Freddy try and make it work.]
In this town who the fuck would stop or blame you? It could be a realistic toy.
[Shrug. Puff. It looks good on him.]
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[It's not a real honest to goodness curiosity. No need to delve into what makes the old man uncomfortable about them. Freddy will however pluck that Chesterfield to take a short pull for himself before handing it back.]
What're you takin' back?
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[He taps ash on the floor. Nothin' doing about that. The riches around them are the best part of the place. Nothing more to say for the rest.]
Not sure. Lemme see.
[There's another crate that wasn't assaulted. Larry jimmies it open.]
This here is more my speed.
[Small arms in here. Colts, Smith and Wessons.]
Decisions, decisions.
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[No it's not a spin on baby, he's just implying Larry can act like a woman at times. Like a woman on a shopping spree except the old man's tastes suit Freddy far better.]
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[His cigarette flicks ash as he waves the hand in the air that's holding it at this implication.]
I gotta try a few for size.
[Watch this Freddy, the old man takes a Beretta and holds it with one hand and then the other. No he isn't gonna fire just see how it feels.]
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[Oh he's watching, he's watching Larry show off his well known ability to dual-wield. Don't keep it up too long because no matter how rough that fuck was, this kid can always go for another. He's not an old man yet.]
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Why the hell not.
[One gun in his waistband. Two. Three...]
Just a few.
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[Freddy says with true surprise so no it's not innuendo. Never know when they might need this stuff he supposes...but taking a grenade would be pretty risky so he leaves those alone.]
What about the flamethrower?
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[Coat on and a few buttons looks like nothing at all.]
We'll have to make a special trip for that one.
[Which means they're keeping the whole lot.]
You do want it, right? Don't wanna sell it? I think we could get a pretty penny for it.
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[A thoughtful pause.] We can keep a pair.
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[For grenades that is. No worries at all because they're not the pull pin sort. Army issued so they're meant for travel he figures.]
Well. I say we save the selling for another day.
[He takes a draw of his cigarette. He may not be talking about it but...the ol' bear feels worn out.]
Ready to head out?
[Clunk. The lid is back on the crate.]
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[Pocketing. Talk about awkward but no doubt this is how crooks do it. Cops get a kit belt, something Freddy doesn't have in this world.] Let's go.
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[To all of those pretty weapons. Larry's got the door, holding it open like a gentleman. If such gentleman have six guns on them.]
That a grenade in your pocket or--?
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If you wanted me to blow you away you could just ask.
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[Ear to ear grin before he sucks down the very last of his cigarette. He turns out the light and shuts the door.]