ooc: memory II "Partners"
Chapter 15:5-6 & 10-14
It was dark, but soon he could hear a voice, a rather familiar one. “What the hell is “peaceful” about this?” It was Eyepatch’s voice. “Shit! When and why the Hell did we fuckin’ change jobs to become negotiators?”
Then there was gunfire, the smell of gun powder and broken concrete. “It’s like we’ve completely become a battle theatre specialist intervention agency.” Eyepatch growled, more gun fire in the back ground.
It sounded like they were being shot at, but something was blocking the fire. Maybe it was a building? Were they hiding?
“It’s almost the same as what we were doing before anyway.” It took him a second to realize that it was his voice. “And anyway, this exactly what you said you liked! “Hard boiled and dangerous”!” There was a little laugh, a little more gun fire.
He heard a groan. “The situation now is completely different from when I rented the movie Mark of the Killer from the video store!” He heard clothes rustle. “This situation is completely different!”
There was more gunfire, and the sound of pig like snorting. He couldn’t exactly figure it out. “What the hell have you bastards come for! Did that old Granny shake her tail at you and badger you into coming with some sort of reward again!?” There was even more gunfire, and the sound of something cracking and falling. “Unless you’ve got reinforcements coming, we’ll smash you too!” He didn’t recognize that voice, and was glad he actually didn’t.
“Shut up! It’s not like we came because we wanted to!” Eyepatch spoke again, slightly whining. “Because you guys are always so damn ready for a fight! Idiots!” He could hear restless feet. “You should go rent a sad movie and practice empathy you battle nuts!” The last part sounded more leg begging than anything.
“Requiem for a Dream…that one will make you cry.” He laughed a little.
“You keep quiet.” Eyepatch growled at him.
More gun shots. “Hey you damn contractors! Why don’t you just go and fuck those mutant rabbits if you love them so much? Once we take care of them, we’re coming after you!” It was another voice he could not recognize, but it sounded pissed off.
“What was that!? I don’t remember having been taken care of, you damn fool!” Eyepatch yet again was running his mouth.
“Oh that’s it! We’re gonna line up all you Domenico bastards up nice on our dinner table!” He could hear another round of guns being fired.
“If you think you can do it, then come and try you piece of shit!” Eyepatch could not keep his mouth shut. “Fuck you too! Love and peace!” It seemed like a random outburst, and it was rather loud.
More gunfire passed, but it was only from the other side. “Jeeze, it sounds like they’re having so much fun shooting the crap out of each other.” Eyepatch stated, his voice much calmer than before.
“Well, it’s because that Carlserino organization from before was also half dismantled. With that open space they’ve got here now it could be a soccer field.” He said.
“We~ll, I don’t think that thing took a chunk of the pillar back there looked like a soccer ball.” He heard a sigh. “And, that thing with Carlserino, what was it again? That was your fault.”
“That’s strange - I don’t remember going so far that he couldn’t have recovered. I mean, he did run away and all.”
“What did you do?” Eyepatch asked him firmly.
“Um, I just gave him a kiss on the cheek.” He said awkwardly.
“Ah,” Eypatch was busy with something else, and it sounded like he was messing with a box. An empty box to be exact.
“Hey you! How long are you guys gonna sit there and gossip for! You know, we just don’t agree that the old Granny is the ruler of these parts around here!” More gunfire into a concrete block.
“Why don’t you just go back to Granny like the kids you are and suck on her titties! You Goddamn chickens!” Another voice yelled, very annoyed at the two.
“Hey, did you hear the conversation between Granny and that woman?” Something was serious about the conversation, or something was happening to Eyepatch.
“Huh? Yeah.” He responded. “Mysterious disappearances aren’t anything unusual in this area. Wherever you go around here, the people and the neighborhood are just trash.”
“Yep, nothing unusual, you hear stuff like that everywhere.” He groaned at Eyepatch previous statement. “Just trash - that’s fore sure.” He wasn’t sure why Eyepatch was being so cynical.
“That’s not like you. Why don’t you go and buy some smokes?” He suggested.
There was a little, bitter laugh. “Ah, since I’m not acting like myself. Before we take a short break, why don’t we do some cleaning up around here?” He heard a rustle, their feet moving. He heard safeties from their guns being unlocked.
“Everyone!” He said.
“Let’s be friends!” Eyepatch shouted as they both fired their guns.
It was dark, but soon he could hear a voice, a rather familiar one. “What the hell is “peaceful” about this?” It was Eyepatch’s voice. “Shit! When and why the Hell did we fuckin’ change jobs to become negotiators?”
Then there was gunfire, the smell of gun powder and broken concrete. “It’s like we’ve completely become a battle theatre specialist intervention agency.” Eyepatch growled, more gun fire in the back ground.
It sounded like they were being shot at, but something was blocking the fire. Maybe it was a building? Were they hiding?
“It’s almost the same as what we were doing before anyway.” It took him a second to realize that it was his voice. “And anyway, this exactly what you said you liked! “Hard boiled and dangerous”!” There was a little laugh, a little more gun fire.
He heard a groan. “The situation now is completely different from when I rented the movie Mark of the Killer from the video store!” He heard clothes rustle. “This situation is completely different!”
There was more gunfire, and the sound of pig like snorting. He couldn’t exactly figure it out. “What the hell have you bastards come for! Did that old Granny shake her tail at you and badger you into coming with some sort of reward again!?” There was even more gunfire, and the sound of something cracking and falling. “Unless you’ve got reinforcements coming, we’ll smash you too!” He didn’t recognize that voice, and was glad he actually didn’t.
“Shut up! It’s not like we came because we wanted to!” Eyepatch spoke again, slightly whining. “Because you guys are always so damn ready for a fight! Idiots!” He could hear restless feet. “You should go rent a sad movie and practice empathy you battle nuts!” The last part sounded more leg begging than anything.
“Requiem for a Dream…that one will make you cry.” He laughed a little.
“You keep quiet.” Eyepatch growled at him.
More gun shots. “Hey you damn contractors! Why don’t you just go and fuck those mutant rabbits if you love them so much? Once we take care of them, we’re coming after you!” It was another voice he could not recognize, but it sounded pissed off.
“What was that!? I don’t remember having been taken care of, you damn fool!” Eyepatch yet again was running his mouth.
“Oh that’s it! We’re gonna line up all you Domenico bastards up nice on our dinner table!” He could hear another round of guns being fired.
“If you think you can do it, then come and try you piece of shit!” Eyepatch could not keep his mouth shut. “Fuck you too! Love and peace!” It seemed like a random outburst, and it was rather loud.
More gunfire passed, but it was only from the other side. “Jeeze, it sounds like they’re having so much fun shooting the crap out of each other.” Eyepatch stated, his voice much calmer than before.
“Well, it’s because that Carlserino organization from before was also half dismantled. With that open space they’ve got here now it could be a soccer field.” He said.
“We~ll, I don’t think that thing took a chunk of the pillar back there looked like a soccer ball.” He heard a sigh. “And, that thing with Carlserino, what was it again? That was your fault.”
“That’s strange - I don’t remember going so far that he couldn’t have recovered. I mean, he did run away and all.”
“What did you do?” Eyepatch asked him firmly.
“Um, I just gave him a kiss on the cheek.” He said awkwardly.
“Ah,” Eypatch was busy with something else, and it sounded like he was messing with a box. An empty box to be exact.
“Hey you! How long are you guys gonna sit there and gossip for! You know, we just don’t agree that the old Granny is the ruler of these parts around here!” More gunfire into a concrete block.
“Why don’t you just go back to Granny like the kids you are and suck on her titties! You Goddamn chickens!” Another voice yelled, very annoyed at the two.
“Hey, did you hear the conversation between Granny and that woman?” Something was serious about the conversation, or something was happening to Eyepatch.
“Huh? Yeah.” He responded. “Mysterious disappearances aren’t anything unusual in this area. Wherever you go around here, the people and the neighborhood are just trash.”
“Yep, nothing unusual, you hear stuff like that everywhere.” He groaned at Eyepatch previous statement. “Just trash - that’s fore sure.” He wasn’t sure why Eyepatch was being so cynical.
“That’s not like you. Why don’t you go and buy some smokes?” He suggested.
There was a little, bitter laugh. “Ah, since I’m not acting like myself. Before we take a short break, why don’t we do some cleaning up around here?” He heard a rustle, their feet moving. He heard safeties from their guns being unlocked.
“Everyone!” He said.
“Let’s be friends!” Eyepatch shouted as they both fired their guns.