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[whitetwoguns]

Slow day at the casino.


You know you do something right when they stick around. And not just a day, a few weeks. This is a long run. Years. Yeah. I still got it. This is the real thing. I can feel it in my gut. Hell, it's a whole bunch of feelings all sort of mixed on up to be one feeling. Responsibility. Care. Protective. Worried. Happy. Unsure. Glad. Fucking glad. Holy shit I hope to God I don't mess this one up. I dunno what I'd do. It's like one of those things after you've had wine who wants the water?

Is that in the bible? I feel like it is. I haven't read that in a long, long fucking time. If it was, I'm pretty sure it wasn't one of the important details. Jesus died, the Jews suffered. The world's gonna end. If you changed the names it sounds like fiction. Who would do that though? That'd take way too long. 

The Ten Commandments was a very good movie though. Except all that Egypt shit makes me want to watch Liz Taylor as Cleo. We should watch that some night when we actually watch a movie. Rex Harrison. Whatever happened to that guy? Talk about a legend in his time.

You're doing a good job, Dimmy. A real fucking good job. He was out like a light. That's how you know you've done 'em good. The minute the head hits the pillow the chainsaw starts. I still got it. After all this fucking time, I still got it. And I gotta keep having it. All about the delivery. You got it. Out of your forties and still a fucking machine keeping up with a younger fella, that can't be something that happens all the time. I mean, there are ways but the real thing. The real deed feels better and means more. It's a good thing he's sleeping. It's better that way. Give him time to re-cooperate. It gives you time too. 

Except now being at work all I'm seeing are these assholes and bimbos. I wonder if ties are around to make it easier to strangle somebody. Naw. Or else they'd all be made out of the good silk stuff. Fingers are better to use. Oh hell if that fucker over there things he's gonna be on the cigarette girls he's gonna break all ten of his fingers. Leave her the fuck alone. It ain't a crime to try and make a dollar. We all can't steal or befriend men in high places. You better see me. Yeah. Me and my middle finger.

Fingers. Shit. I should get that sized. Yeah. Don't want to forget that. I gotta write that down. That and what to do when I get home. Clean the weapons, check the smoke alarm batteries.... fuck there was one more thing. Maybe the kid would know. 

[ooc; No Inner Monologue for Mr. White :(. This lovely post graces the network Saturday morning. As good as cartoons right?]

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

What the fuck are you getting married?

[whitetwoguns]

Married? Who said anything about getting married? I'm not married. Oh fuck. Is he married? Has he ever been married? It'd explain so much of how you don't seem to like committed relationships.

They're not for everybody.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You're the one getting a ring sized-

I've never been fucking married!

[orangetoughguy]

[What the fuck is wrong with you Pink.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh.

[What do no brain is breaking why.]

[whitetwoguns]

How's that?

Another case of cat got your tongue. I wonder why they say that. Cats don't eat tongue unless you feed it to em. Man, that's another reason to hate those fucks. Tongue taking or not. They're associated with that bullshit.

[steleheart]

Are you all right?

[whitetwoguns]

Fine, little lady. Better than fine. I mean, I'm pretty damn happy for once. And that's sober too. So I can't complain about a thing outta my control.

Are you? You okay? Do you need help? Is something the matter? Young girls should have somebody to depend on. I have a gal get all up in arms about it but c'mon. This world is full of assholes, just as much as any world with men in it.

[steleheart]

I'm really glad you're happy. [ Because that's the most important part, right? Being positive is what she does best. ]

Yeah, I'm okay too. And I have someone so you don't have to um worry about that? I'm Clary, by the way.

[trenchknives]

This, uh...

[A pause.]

Did you mean to post all of this?

[whitetwoguns]

Post what? I mean, I've got down all there is to the network really. I have some filtering problems now and then. Shit, I didn't grow up with ATMs or fucking cable TV. Not like everyone else. I think I'm doing alright so far.

video;

[majorcrotchgrab]

I do always find these curses fascinating. To see what really goes on in someone else's mind...

video;

[whitetwoguns]

You're not reading my mind are you.

[Squiiiiiiint.]

I'm not thinking about anything. Especially sex. Or secrets. Neither one of those. I don't have any. Don't think about em. Nope. Not at all. All the great sex I have is no one else's business.

[bedsidemanners]

I don't think that's Biblical.

[whitetwoguns]

Really? Ain't wine the blood of Christ? Nevermind. I don't really care that much about the answer. It's all a bunch of stories anyhow.

[saidrepent]

[Whoa.]

I think that was more words than I've heard you say the entire time I've been here. [To say nothing of the content...for now.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Raymond. Auuuuughhhhh.]

I'm capable of saying plenty. Right now I got...I got something going on. It is probably a curse. If it wasn't, it'd be some sorta stroke or some shit. I'd be passed out. Then this would be a dream. I really hope I got way better fucking dreams then this. It's no fun. I mean, if you're here and nothing exciting is going on then I must still be on the level.

Don't be so surprised though, curses happen all the goddamn time. I don't always end up on the bad end. This isn't bad. Not so far. No one's been hurt. All the things I'm saying are okay. I'm not thinking about sex any more. Not about you and sex... not with anyone I know. Water under the bridge. Yeah.

Dimmy you can bury a hatchet if you put your mind to it. The kid was one of em, it's so old. That's perfect.

[orangetoughguy]

[Faispalm at this whole thread.]

[signatures]

You all right, Mister White?

[whitetwoguns]

Fuck, Eames. I got a problem. I keep on talking. It has to be a curse. I wasn't hit in the head. I wish this was a dream that would be better. Then I could keep it all to myself.

How the fuck are you, you piece of shit Englishman? I haven't seen you in a while. You're busy. I don't know what the fuck you do, and I can respect that. If it's illegal it's none of my business. Better that way to keep a lid on it. That is normally my policy too.

video;

[anunluckypenny]

So you probably noticed the network post already, huh?

[She wants to say something comforting, but--] Seven. Seven and a half? No, sorry! [--the City would rather have her rate looks. Was that too harsh? It's not like she's choosing the numbers on purpose.] Curse, sorry.

video;

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah. Unfortunately. I got a curse. I keep on talking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And it's anything I'm thinking of. What happens if I'm not thinking of anything. I'm trying that. Right now I'm not thinking of anything.

You got a gorgeous face though. Your hair is nice. Redheads are a hit or miss at least for me. Some are goddamn dynamic.

What's that with the numbers there? You cursed too?

video hi-jack;

[skintoskin]

Pens? You're cursed? What with?

[skintoskin]

[Oh. Holy. Shit.]

What the FUCK are you on?

[whitetwoguns]

Now? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And nothing for months. Okay. I take that back. I smoked some weed three days ago or so. Not even that much. Just a buzz.

Then I did so much shit. I never got onto heroin like everybody else. A few times. Coke I liked. It really fucked me up. I don't want to go back there again. Weed and coke are apples and oranges.

Some of the fellas do blow at work. I keep out of that. Now and then maybe a drink. Not much though. Gotta keep it professional you know? Right now I got nothing in me but breakfast. I keep on blabbing though. Looks like a curse.