May 2013
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adisconcertingogle:
The ease of it is unexpected. Their other…encounters, of sorts, have set a standard: Swift attentions from Droog, forward and pressing, sometimes literally in the case of a wall downtown. To just be…sharing a space with him, now, feels like a stellar alignment.
Where else would he be?
Anywhere but here, with anyone else, for a start.
“Dunno,” he says, and it isn’t smooth,...
Droog ==> Concoct Your Revenge
The bag was heavy in his hand, and he curled his fingers around the handles as Droog walked down the stairs of the hideout. He pushed a bookshelf to the side and pulled a door open, and down another set of stairs he went, flicking on an overhead light that buzzed angrily at the end of the stairs. The Crewman glanced up at it and sneered, but kept on into the small room with equally loud generator...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
He smiles. More than anything, Pickle smiles. He takes a look down, at the hardwood flooring, then up the stairs at his door, and decides to go for the latter. The key to his personal room jiggles a couple times, the lock pops and so does the door. The Inspector holds it for Droog, and doesn’t waste time before making coffee. He does have a coffee pot, for emergencies only,...
fuschiagold:
She laughed a little back and shrugged “What can I say it’s just in my nature. On the plus side nomoby gives me grief aboat wearin pants anemone more.” Meenah grinned wide.
“Hmm whale, I do got my fin to the ground, so I know a few.” She tapped her fingers rhythmically on her arm as she considered, squinting up at the cieling past her fuchsia rimmed glasses. All in all Meenah was a...
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April 2013
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fuschiagold:
Meenahs cardiac pumper felt like it was going to burst out of her chest when Droog actually complimented her and swelled with pride. To her credit she did try not to look too excited about it. She could gush in private to herself later.
“Little bit.” She admitted. She hadn’t actually thought of it like that when she did it. Meenah had just been so slammed with her own life, the...
fuschiagold:
She raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t question him about not telling Slick, she trusted Droogs judgement impeccably. “Yeah a bait.” Meenah grinned.
“Glad that healed up alright then Boss. I’m not reely under any orders, just doin my normal job. I’ve bounced the liquor shipments to somemoby else though, I wound up realizin that nomoby was takin care of the Jolly Roger while...
fuschiagold:
Meenah gave him an unhappy pout, the same one she had been giving him since she was six sweeps. “I ain’t nothin but trust worthy am I? Alright, I won’t pry then. But yeah this is everything.”
She grinned at him when he asked about her injuries and pat her hip where Crowbar had sliced her with her own weapon “Bait of a scar here, but all patched up. Had it healed in a couple of...
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fuschiagold:
The scent of his cigarettes reached her before she saw him or heard the whistle. He always smoked the same ones, ever since she was a kid, it was a nostalgic scent.
Meenah shifted the boxes in her arms and whistled back, stepping into view and walking over to Droog, flashing him a grin. “Hey Boss. Everything you need is right here.” She nodded “Though, she glanced over her shoulder...
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fuschiagold:
Meenah was actually at home for once, her life having been turned ridiculously busy by her new job and duties that came with it, and most of her time was spent chiling at friends homes now, but she was there. It only took her a few moments to get to her phone when it went off. “Hello? Boss? Hey whats harpooning.”
She didn’t need to listen for long, he was ready for the supplies he...
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It had been a good night. And by good, Droog meant great. He leaned casually against the payphone booth, turned the circular dial and let it click and ring slowly. Time to get to work. And to get to work, he’d need a few supplies, and his dutiful understudy had gotten them all, punctual and efficient as she was. No doubt she was incredibly confused as to the contents, but Droog had his own...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
Not once does Pickle Inspector lead on the way back. Droog does, perhaps showing off. Certainly showing off, Inspector suspects, like leading in a dance. He’s perfectly happy about that. The house is empty, so far as he knows, with the downstairs neighbor gone for the night. He unlocks the door with a jiggle of the keys, hyper-aware of Droog standing close like a shadow....
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
Business, as usual. The Inspector follows him a few feet behind, too close to be tailing him and too far back to be intimately close. The scowl, he hopes, is for show. Pickle doesn’t mind it. This isn’t the heart-on-the-hand flush date that Droog became so envious of, and yet, this means much more. He might have to explain that. At the risk of inflating Droog’s ego further,...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
The tall man looks down at the bar, more surprised than when Droog had asked. He hadn’t expected…laughter. He’d expected that temper to flair. He was hoping for it, really, but maybe this can work just as well. Maybe he doesn’t need to provoke Droog. He might just be able to disarm him.
And he hadn’t expected Droog to take ‘no’ for an answer. Or even ‘maybe.’
It truly is up...
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
The Inspector looks over at him, eyebrows raised, ogling. He pauses with his own glass in hand. That escalated quickly, but then, Droog is that sort of man. Forward. To the point. Exactly as advertised, mack.
Here at the middle of all things, Pickle Inspector considers his courses, peers down the paths open to him, and falters at the crossroad. He hadn’t intended to arrive...
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
“I—”
Pickle touches his hat. Still in good shape. A gift, from Droog, in another time and place, back at the start of all this. He sets the glass on the counter in case it’s needed, and smiles a little, though his mind is still turning over the fact that part of Droog is in deep enemy territory. That doesn’t sit well with him in any way.
“I’ll probably wear it until it...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
Pickle hangs on the end of that sentence, but it doesn’t come. Something is wrong, very wrong, and Droog is burnt. There is a nine singed into his arm, or a six depending on the intended angle, but either way it’s absolutely clear. Inspector ogles, and when he can, he orders a cold glass of ice. Droog is clearly doing nothing but fuming, so as he does, Pickle presses the...
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
Inspector does know what he means. He understands very well, and knows he’ll never get an apology from Droog; that paltry excuses are the best he’ll get, and should take them as a sign that Droog doesn’t want to alienate him quite so quickly.
He’s inclined to forgive at the drop of a hat, but should he? Wouldn’t that just prove Droog’s point? Pickle doesn’t want to be like...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
\He doesn’t…do those things. Does he? When has he ever lead anyone to believe he’s innocent?
He’s killed people. He’s made bad choices and said things he regrets saying and he’s lived life some in the last forty-odd years, just like anyone else.
He just is the way he is, and he thought Droog knew that? Pickle thought that was the point, that they got each other? That...
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
“I—I don’t!”
The defense is immediate, if unnecessary. He doesn’t need to defend himself to Droog, shouldn’t have to. He has no right.
“I—I don’t.” There is one person you’ve been with since coming to the city. He’s a good man. He’s a friend, and a friend of Pat’s. Charming, and lawful, and Pickle has to remind himself that he’s done nothing wrong. “And—”
He certainly...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
The posture gives Droog away. He means the fight. Pickle still can’t figure out if he should have stepped into that, if he should have dropped tonight’s line back then. He drops his head to consider the whiskey in his glass, and grimaces. Whiskey got him into trouble, maybe it can get him out?
“I d-didn’t think I should…get involved in that fight. You’re both grown men.” It...
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=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
Well, that doesn’t sound good. That doesn’t sound like Droog at all. There would normally be a smirk and a jab there. Something. Inspector orders whiskey, which he considers his new good luck drink, and taps his fingers on his glass.
“I haven’t been seeing you,” he says. He drinks, and mulls over his next words, what he might lift Droog’s spirits with. “Which is to say, I...
=> Be late. As usual.
adisconcertingogle:
It’s been a little while. A couple of weeks. The last time Inspector saw Droog was at the Quadrant Thingie, before he spent the night with Alan. (Completely worth it. For someone so shy and awkward, he’s managed to make a friend from it; a good and loyal friend.) He wonders, because he has to wonder, because he knows those two see better fist to fist than eye to eye, exactly...
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At Least Try to Be Nice
— pippinIngraham [PI] began pestering dmitriDurchenko [DD] at 18:17 —
[[MORE]]
[06:17] PI: Are you alive?
[06:17] DD: Who the fuck is this?
[06:18] PI: It’s alright. You know who it is. I was worried after I heard.
[06:19] DD: Fucking cryptic message, that’s for damn sure. Yes, I’m alive.
[06:19] PI: Are you hurt? I know one of your friends was.
[06:20] DD:...
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It takes you a long time to wake up. But when you do, everything fires on all cylinders. You stand abruptly, tumble into the shower and clean off. Work to do. Shit to fix. Sitting on your bed, the computer beside it, you bandage what still bleeds and get a good look at that scar. A raised six, clear and visible, pissing you off the more you stare at it. With a sigh, you find clothes, clean up,...
When you can't walk...
fuschiagold:
She straightened up and took her orders. Meenah was not happy about not getting to stay and help- but he was right. There was shit to be done, and while her leg might be fucked up and bleeding into her boot, she was one of the few standing and functional right now.
“Yes sir. I’ll get a hold of one of the other bosses, get people taken care of and have the tunnels the Felt came in...
When you can't walk...
fuschiagold:
It didn’t take as long as she thought to get to Droogs room, even with her bum leg and Droog being so wrecked. Meenah was reluctant to let go of him, but obediently went to do as he said, collecting the clothes first, placing them next to him and going to grab the first aid kit and water in what looked like a sort of basin chilling out near the shower (at least it wasn’t a bucket).
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When you can't walk...
fuschiagold:
Meenah helped Droog up, whether he liked it or not, steadying him carefully, wrapping her arms around him and listing to his breath. It was unsteady, pained, but he was alive. “Boss you’re still pretty-” Meenah broke off, he was stubborn as hell, and he wasn’t bleeding out anymore at least.
It hurt to see Diamonds Droog this wrecked, more so than her cuts or her ankle, or pounding...
When you can't walk...
fuschiagold:
Her head started to throb, her ears began to ring, her head was starting to feel like it was boiling. She was forcing new flesh and muscle to grow, Meenah hadn’t tried anything like this before. Before now it was all cuts and bruises, this was wholly new to her.
“Fucking Crowbar showed up you know? Son of a bitch kicked my ass and broke my trident in half. My baby. Guy hits like...
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When you can't walk...
fuschiagold:
“Sorry, sorry.” Meenah muttered seeing the obvious new tension and pain in his body and face. She wiped her own bloodied hands on her pants, looking Droog over without moving him yet. Better to deal with what she could get her hands on before she tried turning him and hurting him more. “Fuck, they got you good boss. Don’t go back to sleep. Don’t sleep.”
Okay she might have been...
