Death on Two Legs [active/closed]
Characters: Kevin Ryman and Billy Coen
Content: The continuing saga of two meatheads. Kevin tracks down Billy to drag him back home, after a nice friendly chat.
Location: Lt. Coen's House of Paranoia (an isolated apartment in Greenwich Village)
Time of Day: Late Evening
Warnings: These two's idea of diplomacy-- possible violence and the filthiest language you ever did hear.
This was nicer than the last time he was on the run. Then again, last time he was on the run he'd been sleeping on park benches and in bus stations for lack of funds. This time there was an abandoned apartment he'd holed up in once he got sick of walking and blew off enough steam in killing crabs to calm down. It had been a day and a half since then.
Everything in the apartment was spoiled, so Billy had just gotten back from the convenience store down the street, where he'd broken in and stolen what food he could grab. That brought back some shitty memories.
So he sat on the couch, halfway through a can of beefaroni (shit he hated this stuff anymore) and halfway lost in his thoughts, but thoroughly pissed off at the entire world at the moment.
Content: The continuing saga of two meatheads. Kevin tracks down Billy to drag him back home, after a nice friendly chat.
Location: Lt. Coen's House of Paranoia (an isolated apartment in Greenwich Village)
Time of Day: Late Evening
Warnings: These two's idea of diplomacy-- possible violence and the filthiest language you ever did hear.
This was nicer than the last time he was on the run. Then again, last time he was on the run he'd been sleeping on park benches and in bus stations for lack of funds. This time there was an abandoned apartment he'd holed up in once he got sick of walking and blew off enough steam in killing crabs to calm down. It had been a day and a half since then.
Everything in the apartment was spoiled, so Billy had just gotten back from the convenience store down the street, where he'd broken in and stolen what food he could grab. That brought back some shitty memories.
So he sat on the couch, halfway through a can of beefaroni (shit he hated this stuff anymore) and halfway lost in his thoughts, but thoroughly pissed off at the entire world at the moment.