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
Entry tags:
phone post
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
ok
as long as its not that then you can keep it private as you so choose
as long as its not that then you can keep it private as you so choose
offer stands as you need it as well
Edited 2012-03-26 19:36 (UTC)
[Raymond makes it to the designated spot, just off the Square, with time to spare. He hasn't been here before, but something about this neighborhood... He almost finds himself reminded of Dayton. Almost.
But he's not here to reminisce. He's here for a reason, after all.
He'd better start looking for Orange, then.]
But he's not here to reminisce. He's here for a reason, after all.
He'd better start looking for Orange, then.]
[What's up, Raymond Leon? There's a motorcycle pulling out from around a corner. He expected the guy to be punctual but not this punctual. Orange is on time, right on the dot. He slows the bike down to a steady walk next to him. His helmet visor flips up.]
Waiting long?
[It's not a crowded area but people loitering on the streets, smoking, drinking, doing whatever, is par for the course. A meeting like this won't raise any eyebrows.]
Waiting long?
[It's not a crowded area but people loitering on the streets, smoking, drinking, doing whatever, is par for the course. A meeting like this won't raise any eyebrows.]
[There he is. Raymond glances at him before giving the motorcycle a longer once-over.]
Not too long. [He looks back up to Orange.] Nice ride.
Not too long. [He looks back up to Orange.] Nice ride.
I salvaged the little beast myself.
[There's a line of spots up ahead where he'll pull in to park the glossy girl. She's the only girl he ever rides. The first thing Orange does after removing his helmet is light up a cigarette.]
[There's a line of spots up ahead where he'll pull in to park the glossy girl. She's the only girl he ever rides. The first thing Orange does after removing his helmet is light up a cigarette.]
[He actually looks somewhat impressed by that. When the cigarette comes out, though, his gaze flickers away and he pats himself down for his pack of gum.]
Doesn't sound like that could have been easy.
Doesn't sound like that could have been easy.
It was a pain in the ass but it was worth it.
[Puff puff. Wait Raymond what are you reaching for. Seriously? Orange kind of quirks a brow but says nothing of it. Smooooooke.]
Still in department limbo?
[Puff puff. Wait Raymond what are you reaching for. Seriously? Orange kind of quirks a brow but says nothing of it. Smooooooke.]
Still in department limbo?
[Hey, he has to relieve his oral fixation somehow. He pops the gum in his mouth before sticking it back in his pocket, then looks over the motorcycle again.]
I've got a job now, if that's what you mean.
I've got a job now, if that's what you mean.
[Yeah it is what he means but look at the expression Orange gives anyway, brow quirked like he's actually surprised.]
Doing what?
Doing what?
Bodyguard. [At one point he might have said the word with distaste, but by now he's nearly gotten used to it.] For this girl who calls herself the Archive. Some kind of magic business, you know.
Don't sweat it you're not the first brass who's had to moonlight in security.
[Distaste or no distaste, Freddy sympathizes. In his eyes, a job in security is an act of desperation when you can't support yourself or your family on the department paycheck. It's a step down for a police officer, a step he never wants to make. Except he works as a mechanic now so he's not one to talk, even when his boss is Tony Stark.]
Didn't know you've got magic skills.
[Distaste or no distaste, Freddy sympathizes. In his eyes, a job in security is an act of desperation when you can't support yourself or your family on the department paycheck. It's a step down for a police officer, a step he never wants to make. Except he works as a mechanic now so he's not one to talk, even when his boss is Tony Stark.]
Didn't know you've got magic skills.
[Really, one could make the argument that the bodyguards have got the better end of the deal where Raymond's from. It's much rarer that they encounter actual danger on the job, anyway.]
I'm not. She does.
[But he didn't miss that first part.] You know that from experience?
I'm not. She does.
[But he didn't miss that first part.] You know that from experience?
[Say it aloud so Orange here can out himself with the admission if less danger is a qualification for 'better' then someone ought to turn in his badge right now.]
Clients can be a killer. [That's a joke more than anything, considering turnover rate and the risk of a high profile celebrity throwing a bodyguard under the bus.] Naw, I never worked security.
[His non-smoking hand reaches out to press against Raymond's back, urging the guy to move farther away from other people milling.]
Clients can be a killer. [That's a joke more than anything, considering turnover rate and the risk of a high profile celebrity throwing a bodyguard under the bus.] Naw, I never worked security.
[His non-smoking hand reaches out to press against Raymond's back, urging the guy to move farther away from other people milling.]
[Raymond goes where he's directed, though not without a glance spared for the others around them.]
It's a heavy industry where I'm from... The rich won't go anywhere, do anything without a shadow two steps behind them to make sure no one tries to cut their time short. But it's not an easy industry to get into.
It's a heavy industry where I'm from... The rich won't go anywhere, do anything without a shadow two steps behind them to make sure no one tries to cut their time short. But it's not an easy industry to get into.
[This corner will suffice. They're still within public sight, within witness range if something should happen, but nothing's going to happen. Right? Raymond's dangerous but not a danger to him, so Freddy likes to believe. They're out of earshot from other people, that's the important part.]
Is that why you're stuck in law enforcement?
[He doesn't think that's the answer, not for a guy who's supposedly spent, what, seventy years as an officer? Raymond doesn't fit the profile.]
Is that why you're stuck in law enforcement?
[He doesn't think that's the answer, not for a guy who's supposedly spent, what, seventy years as an officer? Raymond doesn't fit the profile.]
[That gets a grim smile out of him.]
I find it easier to live knowing that what you're doing benefits the whole of society, not just the upper crust.
I find it easier to live knowing that what you're doing benefits the whole of society, not just the upper crust.
A true blue brotherhood.
[He says with what could almost pass as sarcasm but that bitterness is more for people who don't get it.] The most thankless job on the whole fuckin' planet. Guys go into it wanting to save the world, it takes less than month to learn half the world doesn't want saving. Least of all from a guy like you. Huh?
[He says with what could almost pass as sarcasm but that bitterness is more for people who don't get it.] The most thankless job on the whole fuckin' planet. Guys go into it wanting to save the world, it takes less than month to learn half the world doesn't want saving. Least of all from a guy like you. Huh?
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