Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
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phone post
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
you don't call. you don't write. you don't visit. i feel like you don't love me anymore.
everybody said you and me should never part maybe you thought wed look kinda cute together idk tell me baby why you wanna go break your little princes heart
MR. ORANGE, I WENT TO THE DINER BUT I DIDN'T FIND ANY TRACE OF A PERSON. THE OWNER SAID THAT ALL THEIR STAFF GOT OUT AND THAT THEY DIDN'T FIND ANY BODIES EITHER. SINCERELY STEVE ROGERS
i am not a child of lobotomy
want to go for a bit of a run ?
Or are we not at that point in our relationship yet.
Or are we not at that point in our relationship yet.
[ringing. Better answer fast or he'll hang up]
[He picks up after the third ring. Why you call, Pinky Pie?]
Yeah?
Yeah?
Larry squints in the evening light. When that sun starts to dip low over the open desert and ignites the sky it makes driving a little more of a chore. Nevermind that though, he's going home to the casa. A day in the city wheeling, dealing and making what money he can he wouldn't think to spend more time than he should out.
Not when his man is waiting for him.
All their running and the weight of the dollar bill has got them far, farther than he ever thought. The coast could be clear if he believed that hostage situations were just dropped and missing felons were no big deal in the States. They still are. Mexico on the other hand...
Up ahead lies the winding road to their property, he slows and is sure by now if Freddy's waiting, he can see him through the windows. Another day.
Not when his man is waiting for him.
All their running and the weight of the dollar bill has got them far, farther than he ever thought. The coast could be clear if he believed that hostage situations were just dropped and missing felons were no big deal in the States. They still are. Mexico on the other hand...
Up ahead lies the winding road to their property, he slows and is sure by now if Freddy's waiting, he can see him through the windows. Another day.
Freddy's been keeping himself busy with taped TV shows from the States. He's got an acquaintance in the city whose sole livelihood is making VHS copies of bullshit. The kid gives him a little extra to find old cartoons, 'retro' cop shows, anything that reminds him of the place he left. Not the United States itself but the life he had there. It's not that Freddy wishes he hadn't run with (allowed himself to be 'kidnapped' by) Lawrence Dimick, it's that he didn't see coming the sharp contrast in how he'd live his life once they were in the clear. Freddy's spent his whole goddamn day with the television.
The old man's right about the window. He's sitting there nursing a soda, waiting for something to happen. Larry coming home is the soothing balm to a wound he took a very long time to notice he had.
The old man's right about the window. He's sitting there nursing a soda, waiting for something to happen. Larry coming home is the soothing balm to a wound he took a very long time to notice he had.
Hey. Hey. Don't even think of touching the tunes.
[The older man is driving and so he'll be the one to pick what they listen to enjoying their tacos.Mr. White and Mr. Orange's cruising happened to have them close to a taco truck. What are the chances that a taco truck is right where they need it to be. LA is a hell of a town. The sun is setting and the small lot they're in is out of the way. Looks like that truck will be pulling out soon anyway.]
[The older man is driving and so he'll be the one to pick what they listen to enjoying their tacos.Mr. White and Mr. Orange's cruising happened to have them close to a taco truck. What are the chances that a taco truck is right where they need it to be. LA is a hell of a town. The sun is setting and the small lot they're in is out of the way. Looks like that truck will be pulling out soon anyway.]
[Freddy puts his greasy fingers up like it's a robbery and he's not going to put up a fight.]
I didn't do it.
[Whatever Larry, Mr. White, thinks he was going to do (which was change the station to something a little more...current). So sue the kid, it's not like he insulted the old man's music. Fff.]
I didn't do it.
[Whatever Larry, Mr. White, thinks he was going to do (which was change the station to something a little more...current). So sue the kid, it's not like he insulted the old man's music. Fff.]
[He's been sitting on this for two days but it's not Cap's style to brood. Honestly he should have confronted Bucky about it first.
He should have, but a part of him is afraid of the response. Part of him will never see Captain America, but that skinny kid who was too dumb to run from a fight, that twerpy artist whose hands were too big and whose head was too big and whose chest rattled with asthma. Good enough for friendship, but not worth much else, right?
Right?
He hears Freddy come in, hears him talking to someone out in the precinct, and sticks his head out of his office door.]
Freddy, I need to see you.
[He doesn't want to make it professional. Freddy, not Newendyke, no matter how much he wants to try and exert authority.]
He should have, but a part of him is afraid of the response. Part of him will never see Captain America, but that skinny kid who was too dumb to run from a fight, that twerpy artist whose hands were too big and whose head was too big and whose chest rattled with asthma. Good enough for friendship, but not worth much else, right?
Right?
He hears Freddy come in, hears him talking to someone out in the precinct, and sticks his head out of his office door.]
Freddy, I need to see you.
[He doesn't want to make it professional. Freddy, not Newendyke, no matter how much he wants to try and exert authority.]
[Haha that guy who tried to rob a liquor store only to have a soda machine fall on top of him really was a riot. It's okay to laugh because the guy survived and they got him in custody haha. After laughing it up Freddy turns towards the boss's voice. Heh it's still kind of weird and cool knowing Captain America's your, well, Captain. He moseys on over to Steve's office.]
Sure, chief. What's up?
[It's less proper address for a superior commanding officer and more a relaxed term that coincidentally happens to fit with his rank.]
Sure, chief. What's up?
[It's less proper address for a superior commanding officer and more a relaxed term that coincidentally happens to fit with his rank.]
Oi, it's me.
[ There's a slight pause as Eames doubts whether or not this was message worthy at all, but Eames has never had very many friends and this tough guy is one of them, ok. ]
Realistically speaking, I ought to be happier if someone has gone home, yeah?
[ There's a slight pause as Eames doubts whether or not this was message worthy at all, but Eames has never had very many friends and this tough guy is one of them, ok. ]
Realistically speaking, I ought to be happier if someone has gone home, yeah?
[Actually it's called texting, Freddy.]
depends on who it was so who was it
depends on who it was so who was it
still got that hookup?
[And it will never not be weird to ask a cop about pot.]
[And it will never not be weird to ask a cop about pot.]
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