orangetoughguy | log post II

[From the inside, the old man can see him getting defensive. Smart guy. He'll give and roll the window down only a third. If he wants to see real well he might have to lean on the car.]

You ever think of doing advertisements?

[Who cares if his voice is a dead giveaway.]

[That voice is a dead giveaway, whew, but the question Larry poses intrigues the kid. Watch Freddy take a lean on that car. Smoke smoke.]

What kind of advertisements?

[The game is still on anyway, right?]

Pictures. Maybe movies. You look about right for it. Got a portfolio or somethin'?

[Breaks are on and the old man leans. Here, he'll roll down the window some more to get a clear, untinted eyeful.]

[Oh the game is totally still on. He takes a pull off his smoke and exhales to one side.]

I think you got the wrong guy, I ain't ever done that kinda thing before. Not classy enough, you know?

Class is something people fake for the pictures.

[Pop go the locks.]

I think there's a future for you. Get in. Be somebody.

You know a lot about that or somethin'?

[Freddy narrows his eyes when the locks pop. He makes to look like he's considering the offer before the kid climbs in.]

Who are you? [If this stranger's a somebody.]

I happen to be a photographer.

[Of course he's gonna climb in but the brief moment of hesitation sure does get the old man to buy into this fantasy too. Besides, he's dealing with Freddy Newendyke who's the forerunner in the Oscar nominations.]

And my appointment cancelled. Lemme shoot you.

Hold up. [He waves his near spent cigarette at the driver. A kid's got to be cautious.] What kind of pictures do you take? Maybe I've seen a couple in magazines.

[Keeping up this charade is kind of easy around Lawrence Dimick or maybe Freddy ought to just admit he's really good at being Mr. Orange when he wants to be. However in this situation his life's not at stake.]

[The breaks are still on. The old man sighs and shrugs a little. He's wearing shades to appear distant, busy and professional.]

I work with some pretty exclusive magazines. [One of his paws leaves the steering wheel to pat the kid's shoulder. He leans forward and lets his glasses fall down his nose juuust a bit.] You get me? Now that's a lot to swallow at once but hear me out, fella. There's big big payouts for that shit. You could be riding high in no time.

[These caramel apple eyes fall on the paw on his shoulder then follow it from rough fingertips to thick wrist and forearm, up a handsome firm bicep to Larry's face again.]

How high.

[Does the stranger think he can play a kid like that? Orange is no fool, just foolish sometimes.]

I can give you a blue and the first shoot of your portfolio today. No contract.

[Long lingering looks like that make him want to jump him right here in the car up the street from his work. Now now, we gotta play this real fucking cool.]

Give it a try. If you like it, we'll talk about a long term commitment. I got a good feeling about you. So. What do you say?

Alright. Maybe a couple pictures won't hurt. But don't try anything funny, man.

[He doesn't tell the old man why, letting his sharp gaze and the slight curl at the corner of his mouth do the talking for him. There's more to Orange than meets the eye. Don't underestimate him, shaded stranger, he might eat his heart.]

[That hand comes off of his shoulder to offer a shake. Innocent and absolutely nothin' to hide. There's so much promise in that look. This scruffy off of the street type can take care of himself.]

It's a deal. You don't have to change. I got just the right location in mind.

[Meaning that it night be dirty too kid.]

Okay. Drive on, my man.

[He waves that cigarette hand before putting it out. Not on the upholstery of course, looks like a company car. Freddy wouldn't method actor that shit or anything, he's no Marlon Brando.]

[Click go the doors to lock. It's nothing. And off they go.]

I got this idea for a kind of blue collar undone kind of deal.

[Not to far of a stretch.

Which is why they're rolling up to a not so pristine looking motel. Not shitty but not too good lookin'. The old man steps out and he's got a suitcase with his camera and film. And anything else he'll be needing.]

After you, sir.

[Into the place.]

[Snort. Freddy can't help but laugh a little. Fortunately it works for his character; Orange is a sort of blue collar working boy city slicker ain't he? It sounds a lot nicer than rough trade hustler too.]

Blue collar. Thought you said class was for the pictures.

[Duh, Newendyke. It's his class being put on display as something desirable. Rich people have all the eccentricities. He shrugs once then looks over to their destination. Typical place that ain't too seedy but does well in concealing activities behind doors. Freddy knows the type from working the beat. What he's really wondering is what's Larry got in the suitcase. Did he really go all out just to have some fun with the kid? It's flattering. He moves to exit the vehicle.]

[Is that the angle Freddy's working? Not no doe-eyed newbie but a seasoned pro at what kind of goods his body has to offer? Whatever it may be Larry's finding it fucking attractive. Oh wait. That's how he feels about the kid anyway. Hah.]

It is. You got it. People think it's expensive cars or money. It's not. Class is all in how you carry yourself.

[Vehicle locked and doors shut, Mr. White leads the way into the building he nods at the person at the counter, an elderly Jewish man either his glasses are so thick they magnify or his eyes are just huge.]

Time starts now, Mister. Pay when you're done.

[Okay so maybe this place is more than what meets the eye. He keeps on walking down the hall and up the stairs.]

[It could all be an act, Freddy Newendyke playing Freddy Newendyke trying to be Mr. Orange. What kid lets on to his naivete in the middle of a situation anyway? Not this one. Besides, Larry seems to like it.]

So what'd you see when you saw me?

[Sure it's fun and games but he's going to take the old man to task too--what. Freddy almost breaks character when he sees the coke bottle grandpa. Right...what's Larry up to. He follows him up regardless.]

[Like it? He loves it. Surely the kid has got to know.]

Confidence.

[The stairs curl upward only once. In the hallway is an older woman in a robe. Her hair is done up and she's smoking a cigarillo. She doesn't say a thing to them but watches blinking a few times with her spidery looking mascara coated eyelashes. Leather boots almost barely peek out from under her robe that moves every so slightly as she rotates enough to step aside against the door frame as though there isn't enough room in the hallway. There is plenty. Larry doesn't even look at her. That's fine, she's looking enough for the both of them.]

Not too far now.

[The old man unlocks a door and hits the lights.

There are about three and they are angled to one side of the room, a corner by the window. The window shows the backside of another building. There's a stool that is illuminated by the lights and away from them just a mattress. There's a toilet and a sink and the pipes that run along the wall opposite the window.]

You gotta have some in my line of work.

[Confidence. Funny, that silky silhouette almost zaps his away. Freddy doesn't panic when he sees the older woman but he wonders what she's all about and why she looks at them (Him? Larry? Probably Larry) a particular way. She doesn't follow them so the kid doubts she's involved, can't ever be too sure around Lawrence Dimick though. The old man knows how to throw curve balls.]

They'll hear me if I scream.

[He notes for White. Back in character again, if the photographer tries anything he doesn't want at least these people will hear him...unless they've been paid off. Hm. Green eyes look over the room now once it's illuminated. Huh. Seedy. Arousing in its own kind of way.] So, what do I do?

I forgot to ask. What is it that you do? I got caught up in my artistic vision.

[Once the kid is on the inside he shuts the door and locks it. While the woman in the hallway was a surprise she could be a verbal prop. The old man smiles as he takes off his glasses.]

Oh I know that they will.

[In a place like this what will it mean though? He approaches the lights with his brief case.]

Have a seat on the stool. I'll get us started.

I work around real tough heavyweights. You gotta know how to treat'em right or they'll just crush you with all the power they've got running around this city. You gotta have magic hands.

[In other words he's a mechanic but it's nice to dress it up even for a little game like this. Freddy shows Larry his bare hands too to emphasize their magic. Who knows if he means torquing a tough nut or torquing a tough nut. Plop. He's on the stool now, knees spread with his hands in his lap.]

Okay.

They appreciate what you do?

[The suitcase is open. Larry crouches enough to pull out the camera. There are other contents but they can stay in. For now the polaroid is all he needs.]

That one's good. Stay still.

[Click. It rolls on out. He tosses it aside.]

You wanna look more casual? Maybe pop open a button or two?

I guess. It pays okay. Sometimes you get money and sometimes you get a friend out of it.

[Said friend is perched at home either napping or chowing down on some papaya. Freddy watches Larry browsing through that case. it's way too big to hold just the polaroid camera, he wonders what else is inside. Definitely not diamonds right? Ah but back to the scene.] Those kind of pictures huh?

[As if the kid didn't know. He gives the dirty old bastard a look then undoes two buttons. Surprise though, he's got a beater underneath.]

Yeah? You live with your friend?

[We all know about that friend. Everyone in this room.]

That's how you get noticed, pal. [Click for another shot.] I don't write the rule book, I just play by it. You're gonna get your money one way or the other. Don't you worry. Stay in your comfort zone. No funny stuff, right?

[Though this old dirty bastard crouches to take a shot of the chest down.]

Try another pose. Pretend that I'm not even here. Get up. Walk around. We got a window but nobody's out there.

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