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Who: Rube and JD
When: Backdated to the Port
Where: New York, on the way to Rockefeller Center
Warings: JD being JD and Rube being Rube. Lots of language.
Rube was leading the way down the street, his hands crammed in the worn coat, his hat pulled down low and his scarf pulled up high. Winters in New Jersey had taught him to weather the cold, but this year was pretty bitter. Maybe it had something to do with the issues those environmentalists kept bringing up before he came to the Barge, but that didn't seem right...Global warming? Global cooling? Whatever. It was fucking cold.
He glanced over his shoulder to see if JD was still behind him. "You okay, kid?"
He wasn't sure how warm JD was. He was wearing that big trench coat of his, and Rube figured those things, while fashion statements, weren't particularly warm. He hoped the kid didn't catch pneumonia; he'd hate to be the only one whose inmate died on this trip.
When: Backdated to the Port
Where: New York, on the way to Rockefeller Center
Warings: JD being JD and Rube being Rube. Lots of language.
Rube was leading the way down the street, his hands crammed in the worn coat, his hat pulled down low and his scarf pulled up high. Winters in New Jersey had taught him to weather the cold, but this year was pretty bitter. Maybe it had something to do with the issues those environmentalists kept bringing up before he came to the Barge, but that didn't seem right...Global warming? Global cooling? Whatever. It was fucking cold.
He glanced over his shoulder to see if JD was still behind him. "You okay, kid?"
He wasn't sure how warm JD was. He was wearing that big trench coat of his, and Rube figured those things, while fashion statements, weren't particularly warm. He hoped the kid didn't catch pneumonia; he'd hate to be the only one whose inmate died on this trip.