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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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[If the zombies haven't got to him first.]
Chances are he was trying to make his way over there.
[The engine comes on nice and clean. If one thing is for sure the boys in blue take care of their shit. Easy now they roll out of the lot.]
I say we keep the windows up unless we need to fire.
[Don't want to take any chances.]
These things have a normal radio or just the CB?
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[Freddy notes then looks at Larry, brow and corner of his mouth quirking.] You think we don't listen to regular radio?
[He's reaching for the--what? There's a bizarre system going on there under the dash, probably some rookie's attempt at hooking up his ipod to the squad van. Right.] Don't know who'd be broadcasting right now anyway. [Freddy's not sure what to make of it. Right next to the ipod is the CB but what's more important than that is the RDS hook up.] Van's got the new Code 31 shit.
[The kid grabs the mouth piece. In Freddy's world this is supercool.] You can break through FM with this.
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[The tunes and the A/C. Paradise wherever they fucking go.]
Fuck. I dunno. Someone's gotta keep their ears open.
[Always vigilant and in someone else's business. That's what cops do. Maybe not the one next to him but the standard pig.]
Find us some driving music.
[No other moving vehicles in sight in this neck of town so they can roll on through the lights. Pedestrians lumbering through regardless of the color obviously are worth hitting.]
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[Freddy figures out the click wheel pretty easily and before you know it they've got Roy Orbinson crooning from the dash. A/C's on and the CB's deathly quiet, but they're well armed and well prepared. Who knew the two of them could work wonders as a team in a zombie apocalypse.]
When we get back I'm gonna crack open a can of ravioli and just eat that shit while you blow me.
[There. He said it. In the most unattractive way possible.]
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You think I'm gonna let it go down like that?
[Rolling by they clip a woman who has finished gnawing on her baby. She reels and then hits the lamp post so hard that her jaw comes off.]
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[Freddy dares to ask as that woman goes a bit splatty on the side. Sick. He almost wants to tell Larry the bitch had a baby, however it's an extremely different situation. She had her baby raw, for example.]
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[Woaaah ooooooh Mr. Orbinson croons in his way kinda like if he could hear what's going on.
The bitch and her baby are splatters. They can't be saved. Technically doing em in is the best that can be done. Who would want the rest of them to be carrying on like they're the shit in someone's drain?]
Think you could stomach that? Or really if I'm gonna do anything right you wouldn't want to be eating. A man can't yell and eat at the same time.
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[Tit for tat, he's joking with the old man of course. Roy's not helping much with his crooning, it sort of only eggs the kid on. Oh watch out for that mail man. He still has his postal bag on him even though he's got someone else's arm in his mouth.]
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A compromise of sorts. I was actually thinking of laying you on the coffee table facing the ceiling with your ankles up by my ears. But whatever.
[Dangerous, dangerous game and just not the fucking time. Unless they pull over and whack one another off like school kids. Not smart Dimick, not fucking smart.]
I'm not seein' anybody yet.
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[May as well dig deeper while they have the time. Except they don't have the time, to whack off anyway. Freddy takes part of the CB in hand, ready to broadcast a signal to anyone out there who might be listening. They have the device on their side too of course. But...he's not saying anything yet...because he wants to hear the answer to his question.]
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[Facts only.]
Doesn't really matter to me. As long as I'm pounding the shit out of you.
[How's that for an answer. Larry's not lookin' at the kid. Got mirrors and a road to watch but he's smirking like the smug son of a gun that he feels like.]
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[As if Freddy doesn't already know.] Gonna keep my laces untied too?
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[Any other time he would grab a hold of that hand and wedge it between his legs to see exactly what he's packing. Fuck.]
I'll prepare a whole presentation.
[Like they talk all that much in the process.]
Until they untie themselves yes.
[On and on they cruise.]
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[Or Larry can consider saving Freddy's ass for himself. Protecting their own investments, that's what businessmen call it. He can't help but smile a little over the unusual but much needed humor. They've got someone's fingernail sticking to their hijacked police van. Humor comes in handy.]
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[Honest words even while they're joking.]
Here.
[Larry fishes out his network device.]
Hold that.
[Since he's got his hands busy. Don't want to be distracted while driving.]
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[Freddy shrugs, casual and nonchalant like it's no thing. When he's with Lawrence Dimick it really isn't; it's kind of everything. The kid takes that network device now, fully prepared passenger that he is.]
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[He says it like he means it...becauuse he does.]
There's got to be people alive out there.
[As lucky and smart as they are, they cannot be the only ones. It's one thing to feel like they're the only two people in the world.]
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[Freddy fiddles with the device. To his amazement it's still running clear and easy despite their distance from the center of that other city. But what's this, a familiar face? Time to stop playing around and start playing hero.]