Well, that sucks
CBS went and pulled and axed CHAOS which, doesn't surprise me, but still makes me sad. I am hoping we'll be able to view the rest of the episodes shot either on cbs.com or they will release a dvd set. I bought all the episdoes that aired off amazon so I have that. I kind of went into the show knowing CBS wasn't behind it. No press, little
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HERE. HAVE SOME OTHER BITS AND PIECES. This is pretty much all I have so far on this fic. Mostly just a collection of things that'll sort themselves out, hopefully:
He didn’t feel lucky though.
Samson studied his reflection in the mirror, eyes narrow and hard as he tried to make sense of his features. There were still ugly bands of colour across his face and neck. He could see a line of mottled yellow fold over the curve of his deltoid. Lacerations, broken nose, broken cheekbone…
Samson frowned, the downturn of his lips tugging at the newly formed scar tissue that ran down over the curve of his mouth to his chin. It had split with the first strike of the pipe; trapping the skin of his lip between the metal and his teeth before tearing through.
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The next time Samson ran into The Runner, he asked him about it.
“About what?” The Runner said.
“This,” Samson jutted out his chin as if the bruising and the lines of scar tissue needed further emphasis. “You said I was lucky.”
“Yeah. To’ve survived it.” The Runner said, “see, I knew a guy, friend of mine just down the road there. Ran into a bit of trouble a while back and found himself looking down the wrong end of a baseball bat if you get what I mean-“
“Casey Ford.”
His interruption caused The Runner to stumble over his words, mouth working soundlessly for a split second before he appeared to gather his bearings.
“Yeah. You knew him?”
Samson hadn’t even formulated an answer before The Runner was speaking once more, hands threading through the air as though they were an integral part of the story. Samson supposed they were, if he could concentrate on it.
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“You talk too much.”
If there was one thing Samson’s mother had stressed in her lifetime, it was to be polite. But New York City was no place for manners, and Samson had since learned that it paid to be straightforward. If he wasn’t straightforward, then he would get the wrong idea. If he wasn’t straightforward, then he would think that he had a chance.
The Runner - Joey - had blue eyes and a mouth that was always talking. He had dark hair that was cut close to his scalp, and a long neck where hung a cross and chain.
Joey was unreliable as far as Samson knew. He’d throw his words around, embellish every single detail to the point where Samson wondered if he knew what he was saying at all. He would talk about the Donnellys a lot. The name was an ugly sound to Samson. A smear of ugly letters arranged in ugly syllables.
“You talk too much,” Samson repeated.
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And Joey's does talk too much far too much, but what gets me here, is that Samson is still listening.
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LOL SO TRUE;;
sjdfk Ugh, what I really want to get to is where Jenny discovers that Joey is friendly with him, or like, Tommy even. And then Joey getting the whole story from Samson and his reaction.
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Ugh, ouch. But yes, that.
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