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
[Two guns to his name, and they're in need of some TLC. Not that he'd ever say much but they're put to work like he is. Not a big body count. In fact, every time he takes them out he keeps in mind what's at stake.
Larry is laying out the proper materials to clean them, careful and in an orderly fashion. On the same counter as the bucket of chicken no less. It's sanitary. Besides, all that Kentucky fried bird is inside the paper bucket, so in the event that this wasn't particularly cleanly, it's in the right directly.
And Ella is on the stereo. He was feeling kinda bluesy.]
Larry is laying out the proper materials to clean them, careful and in an orderly fashion. On the same counter as the bucket of chicken no less. It's sanitary. Besides, all that Kentucky fried bird is inside the paper bucket, so in the event that this wasn't particularly cleanly, it's in the right directly.
And Ella is on the stereo. He was feeling kinda bluesy.]
[Click click. That's the sound of one kid coming through the door of their fine warm apartment. Freddy can hear Ella crooning and that alone almost sets a mood for tranquility. Yeah, she's bluesy, but she's a far cry from loud smashing noise and havoc, not that there's anything wrong with it. He has no problem heating the apartment with a torch song.]
Hey.
[Here's a greeting to the head of brown and mildly silvering hair he sees at the couch. Freddy moves on over after shutting the door and dropping his coat to see what the old man's up to. Chicken? Smelling good. Guns? This diverts his attention to the bear's paw for which he still feels some mild guilt. The kid leans over the back of the couch.]
Did you just get started?
Hey.
[Here's a greeting to the head of brown and mildly silvering hair he sees at the couch. Freddy moves on over after shutting the door and dropping his coat to see what the old man's up to. Chicken? Smelling good. Guns? This diverts his attention to the bear's paw for which he still feels some mild guilt. The kid leans over the back of the couch.]
Did you just get started?
[That head of brown and mild silvering turns to make sure that's the kid. Sure enough. Now it feels especially nice and homey with the music, the warmth, the Ella and the company. How well timed with the chicken.]
Hey. How was your day?
[He'll look up at the figure leaning over the couch.]
Almost. Got everything out for it.
[The paw still goes pins and needs when poked or pressed in such a way.]
Hey. How was your day?
[He'll look up at the figure leaning over the couch.]
Almost. Got everything out for it.
[The paw still goes pins and needs when poked or pressed in such a way.]
It was alright.
[Freddy shrugs once, still casual but more interested in what Larry's up to.]
Let me do it.
[Yeah, he offers cause of that paw injury. However, there's an element of truly wanting to do it and maybe in doing so showing off to the old man just what this kid can do. Ain't like Larry hasn't seen him handle guns before, he just hasn't handled Larry's guns so...technically.]
[Freddy shrugs once, still casual but more interested in what Larry's up to.]
Let me do it.
[Yeah, he offers cause of that paw injury. However, there's an element of truly wanting to do it and maybe in doing so showing off to the old man just what this kid can do. Ain't like Larry hasn't seen him handle guns before, he just hasn't handled Larry's guns so...technically.]
[He wants to ask if the boss lady has been acting differently. They never quite got to that angle of the conversation. No need to rush it though.]
Well, that's good then.
[Don't sound like a bad day. As for the rest. Larry scoots over to make more room on the couch.]
Okay. If you want. [A delicate way of giving a great privileged.]
Well, that's good then.
[Don't sound like a bad day. As for the rest. Larry scoots over to make more room on the couch.]
Okay. If you want. [A delicate way of giving a great privileged.]
How was yours?
[His day he means as Freddy starts with one gun. Taking both apart at the same time he won't do because it's always good to have as many operable weapons available at any given time. Even though they're leading lower risk lives these days this sort of thing is purely habit and some parts common sense. Click click. Snap. Shtick. That thing is coming apart with ease in these hands.]
[His day he means as Freddy starts with one gun. Taking both apart at the same time he won't do because it's always good to have as many operable weapons available at any given time. Even though they're leading lower risk lives these days this sort of thing is purely habit and some parts common sense. Click click. Snap. Shtick. That thing is coming apart with ease in these hands.]
[Brown eyes zero in on the movement of his hands. It's a practiced ritual, both watching Freddy's hands move and cleaning his own guns. To see the two put together it has a rather unexpected result.]
More mellow these days. I think the boss is simmering down. Mighta been he got caught up in shit. Who the fuck knows. The less I know the better. [And the less likely they'll be that close of friends. Most recently learned lesson, you can be friends with your boss but never be best friends. It is bound to fuck everyone over.]
More mellow these days. I think the boss is simmering down. Mighta been he got caught up in shit. Who the fuck knows. The less I know the better. [And the less likely they'll be that close of friends. Most recently learned lesson, you can be friends with your boss but never be best friends. It is bound to fuck everyone over.]
Smart man.
[Both Larry and the boss anyway. The gun's in pieces in a matter of moments, not too fast to be careless not too slow to be delicate. Now he actually starts cleaning the parts.]
There ain't nothin' wrong with nothin' goin' on. More time for you to stick around here.
[He won't dig into the chicken just yet, not when he's rubbing metal inside out.]
[Both Larry and the boss anyway. The gun's in pieces in a matter of moments, not too fast to be careless not too slow to be delicate. Now he actually starts cleaning the parts.]
There ain't nothin' wrong with nothin' goin' on. More time for you to stick around here.
[He won't dig into the chicken just yet, not when he's rubbing metal inside out.]
I got my moments.
[A shrug. His main focus is on how efficient each move is. Everything is set in a logical order.]
I don't mind stickin' around here. [Not when he knows who will be here. Damn those hands move so well.]
You learn this stuff on the job?
[A shrug. His main focus is on how efficient each move is. Everything is set in a logical order.]
I don't mind stickin' around here. [Not when he knows who will be here. Damn those hands move so well.]
You learn this stuff on the job?
[He smiles, delivering a quip to the old man as if this is the kid's house.] Well I don't mind you stickin' around.
[At that Freddy has to give Larry a look. On the job? Of course he learned on the job, and he got better at it on the job too.] Yep. I shot as kid but nobody really showed me the ropes on how to work'em. I mean unless it was a rifle. I picked up a lot on that back up north.
[At that Freddy has to give Larry a look. On the job? Of course he learned on the job, and he got better at it on the job too.] Yep. I shot as kid but nobody really showed me the ropes on how to work'em. I mean unless it was a rifle. I picked up a lot on that back up north.
[The old man reclines in the opposite direction, getting more comfortable.]
Rifle huh? [They're not so different in that respect.] What was the biggest thing you handled? [Guns. We're talking about guns.]
Rifle huh? [They're not so different in that respect.] What was the biggest thing you handled? [Guns. We're talking about guns.]
[Look Larry you went there first.]
Besides you?
[Okay with that out of the way...he's got the little pipecleaner-like thing to work the barrel.] I got to use my grandad's M1 once. I got my hands on an M14 too but it wasn't really mine to touch.
[These are off the force rifles of course, stuff he got to cock as a kid. On the force, that's a different story, and those guns are significantly bigger. He's sure Larry has to have an idea of what that kind of artillery entails, he's not so sure if it's okay to talk about...because of that lawman-lawlessman thing.]
Besides you?
[Okay with that out of the way...he's got the little pipecleaner-like thing to work the barrel.] I got to use my grandad's M1 once. I got my hands on an M14 too but it wasn't really mine to touch.
[These are off the force rifles of course, stuff he got to cock as a kid. On the force, that's a different story, and those guns are significantly bigger. He's sure Larry has to have an idea of what that kind of artillery entails, he's not so sure if it's okay to talk about...because of that lawman-lawlessman thing.]
You'll have to lemme know if you handle anything bigger than me.
[Lip like that doesn't help the line of thought he's attempting not to stray to deeply into. Even when the kid is in their living room.]
Oh yeah? You get to fire it? [The M14. He knows what the kid has and hasn't put his hands on other than that. And there is that issue looming in the room now. The way Ella is crooning, you'd almost think she knows and is lamenting. Fuck that though. Everything is fine right here. Fine as it can be.]
[Lip like that doesn't help the line of thought he's attempting not to stray to deeply into. Even when the kid is in their living room.]
Oh yeah? You get to fire it? [The M14. He knows what the kid has and hasn't put his hands on other than that. And there is that issue looming in the room now. The way Ella is crooning, you'd almost think she knows and is lamenting. Fuck that though. Everything is fine right here. Fine as it can be.]
I'd ask you first if you think I can handle it before I even try handling it.
[Is this a word game now? Not really but it's true he wouldn't think about it without getting the old man involved first. As for the M14, well that was before Larry so he won't get too jealous will he? Fuck the looming issue for now.]
Oh yeah I got to fire it. Once. Then I ran like hell.
[Is this a word game now? Not really but it's true he wouldn't think about it without getting the old man involved first. As for the M14, well that was before Larry so he won't get too jealous will he? Fuck the looming issue for now.]
Oh yeah I got to fire it. Once. Then I ran like hell.
I think you could. But would you want to? Hell of a recoil. I mean, but if you asked... [It wasn't a word game, now it is.] I'd have to think about that.
You ran? So no body gave you permission, that what happened?
[His attention is divided between that face and his working hands.]
You ran? So no body gave you permission, that what happened?
[His attention is divided between that face and his working hands.]
Maybe if you were watching, on the sidelines you know, keepin' an eye out for anything that crosses the line.
[Two can play at that game. He starts cleaning out the magazine.] Nope. Nothing happened, I never got caught.
[A boyish grin goes here.]
[Two can play at that game. He starts cleaning out the magazine.] Nope. Nothing happened, I never got caught.
[A boyish grin goes here.]
[Now if that doesn't make a man hard. Larry licks his bottom lip slowly and swallows. Good play there, kid.]
I'd have to approve of this son of a gun to begin with. But, I'd be acting referee. [Not chaperon.]
So you were a regular Dennis the Menace.
I'd have to approve of this son of a gun to begin with. But, I'd be acting referee. [Not chaperon.]
So you were a regular Dennis the Menace.
I'll think about it. [Freddy says with a nudge to Larry's knee.] Naw, I was way cooler than Dennis the Menace.
[That done, he starts oiling up the pieces, assuming Larry has some of that laying around too.]
[That done, he starts oiling up the pieces, assuming Larry has some of that laying around too.]
Me too. [Nudge, nuuudge. He's sitting up a little more now.]
None of his schemes involved porn at Christmas time either.
[There is. He was ready to go at it the best he could with a tender paw. Great hands on that man.]
None of his schemes involved porn at Christmas time either.
[There is. He was ready to go at it the best he could with a tender paw. Great hands on that man.]
How's your hand doin'?
[Look he was going to ask eventually, you should've known, Lawrence Dimick.]
[Look he was going to ask eventually, you should've known, Lawrence Dimick.]
It's mostly my pointer. The thing can move, just has a tendency to smart more than it should.
[Which is about as close to it hurts as he's gonna get. Tough guy, you know.]
Better than yesterday.
[Which is about as close to it hurts as he's gonna get. Tough guy, you know.]
Better than yesterday.
So how much can you do with it now?
[There's a point to this, honestly. And it doesn't all have to do with just the guns. He's starting to put this one back together.]
[There's a point to this, honestly. And it doesn't all have to do with just the guns. He's starting to put this one back together.]
[For a moment he's going to explain. But maybe it's best to show. He slowly unravels the tape. Pointer and middle, are held upright. The middle finger curls with the rest of them the middle flexes with strain, like it's pulling a trigger very, very lightly.]
Anyway. I've got another hand.
Anyway. I've got another hand.
[Seeing it doesn't sober up the kid but he can't let that poor paw go by without a slight frown either.] You got three other hands.
[He corrects Larry. Click click. Shtick. Click. Cha-chik. He's putting that gun together with only darting glances. It's as if his hands are moving on their own.]
[He corrects Larry. Click click. Shtick. Click. Cha-chik. He's putting that gun together with only darting glances. It's as if his hands are moving on their own.]
[Since the tape isn't entirely shot, Larry reuses it.] I do, don't I? You gonna be my spares? It's a tough job.
[Scoot, scoot closer. He knows how a gun is put together. He does it all the time. Still, the kid has skill and he's got such a clear mastery and authority over this piece of machinery.]
[Scoot, scoot closer. He knows how a gun is put together. He does it all the time. Still, the kid has skill and he's got such a clear mastery and authority over this piece of machinery.]
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