[After giving Raymond directions Orange is already at the chosen place which--hah hah for Ray--is an old fashioned diner geared towards desserts. He's seated in a booth at the corner, away from the street side windows. At this hour it's not too crowded, they have their privacy between stained glass partitions but it hardly looks like someone's trying to broker a drug deal.
Orange is alone sucking down a milkshake. He still has a few healing scratches on his face, no thanks to the timekeeper.]
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[Luckily, Raymond knows enough of the City's layout by now that he finds his way there quickly enough. He still has some bruises of his own from the other day, but the only particularly visible damage is in his leather timekeeper's coat; the wear from the past month is starting to show, let alone whatever was piled on from his recent fights, and that bullet hole in the left shoulder is only becoming more frayed.
Still, he doesn't look like he's paying it any mind, especially not as he spots Orange and slides onto the bench across from him. No, he's paying more mind to that milkshake.]
[He could be bluffing. He might not be. Orange can pack away a big meal when he wants to. Also he's noticing the wear and tear on that leather but it kind of gives the coat character, probably works to Raymond's advantage as opposed to being squared away in a traditional uniform. Do cops still argue about looking rugged versus looking spitshined in the future? Anyway...]
You get into anymore trouble?
[He knows better than to look when White decides to make his move and come on in too. Freddy keeps a nonchalant casual gaze on Raymond.]
[Raymond rolls his eyes and settles into the booth. No use putting up a fight over the bill, at least not until it comes.]
Depends on whether you count that guy calling me out over the whole damn network for getting into a fight with his ladyfriend. [He quickly adds-] The curse. Other than that, no.
[Make that two of them who aren't convinced of her being just a roommate. Someone should warn that girl. Uh, anyway. Slurp some more until he's making that annoying empty straw sucking sound at the bottom of the glass, then Orange sets the glass aside.]
You like doin' what you do? [Being a cop, he means, without getting specific.]
[Raymond doesn't really see in the slightest just what that question has to do with why they're here, and that annoys him. Still, if there are any over-friendly ears about...]
It's the only thing to do. If you want to make it out of the ghetto alive, anyway. [He glances away, scanning the rest of the restaurant.] And I do it well.
[Orange is making this look so casual he's got himself a menu and is scanning over the sweet delicious offerings.]
Just a paycheck? I mean shit if it's anything like where I come from we hate you for doin' your job and we hate you for not doin' it. You don't jump ship?
[It has less to do with Blonde and more to do with gauging how much he can trust Raymond with this kind of information. Part of Freddy might be a little naive, of course he believes if Raymond is a genuine cop with certain principles then he's got to be a good guy, right?]
It's not just a paycheck. It's earning enough time to live.
[The words snap out with more bitterness than he really means, but only because there's a chord in him that's been firmly struck. Sure, as a timekeeper, he's hated no matter what he does. That's the first thing any timekeeper learns their first year on the beat: their only real reward for doing their jobs right is little more than a pile of vitriol. But someone has to do it.]
Where I come from, the rules are different. If you're born in the wrong time zone, that's it, tough shit. You work and work and work just to live from one day to the next, and you do that until the day you die, whether it's because you weren't paying attention or your loans caught up to you or some thug on the street stole whatever minutes you had left. That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it's always going to be.
[He stops himself then, realizes he's letting his grip on himself get a little too slack. He leans back a bit more, lets his shoulders relax, and sighs.]The only way for a kid
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[Whoa. So Raymond does feel emotion for some things. Who knew the guy had this kind of spirit in him. Orange is letting the information sink in too, trying to translate that way of life into something he might understand. Maybe Freddy's not supposed to understand and he ought to be glad he doesn't need to live paycheck to paycheck quite so literally.]
You sure don't fuck around.
[Freddy remarks, eyes fully on Raymond now. He is such a fucking P3 to Orange it's almost funny. He won't laugh though.] I guess you know a lot of guys cross the line cause they think they don't got any other options. Some guys cross that line because it's fuckin' fun and games.
[He'd go for a cigarette but he does have a dessert to order so Orange takes a break from all that hardass demeanor to wave someone over. With a snap of his fingers he's back to being Freddy.]
I want that.
[Check out this motherfucking triple sundae explosion parfait monstrosity.] Are you gonna have anything?
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Orange is alone sucking down a milkshake. He still has a few healing scratches on his face, no thanks to the timekeeper.]
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Still, he doesn't look like he's paying it any mind, especially not as he spots Orange and slides onto the bench across from him. No, he's paying more mind to that milkshake.]
You're responsible for that.
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[He could be bluffing. He might not be. Orange can pack away a big meal when he wants to. Also he's noticing the wear and tear on that leather but it kind of gives the coat character, probably works to Raymond's advantage as opposed to being squared away in a traditional uniform. Do cops still argue about looking rugged versus looking spitshined in the future? Anyway...]
You get into anymore trouble?
[He knows better than to look when White decides to make his move and come on in too. Freddy keeps a nonchalant casual gaze on Raymond.]
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Depends on whether you count that guy calling me out over the whole damn network for getting into a fight with his ladyfriend. [He quickly adds-] The curse. Other than that, no.
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[He's seen her on the network but if Raymond has firsthand face to face experience with her Orange wants to know. Slurp on his shake.]
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Her name's Carla. [According to her, at least.]
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[Make that two of them who aren't convinced of her being just a roommate. Someone should warn that girl. Uh, anyway. Slurp some more until he's making that annoying empty straw sucking sound at the bottom of the glass, then Orange sets the glass aside.]
You like doin' what you do? [Being a cop, he means, without getting specific.]
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It's the only thing to do. If you want to make it out of the ghetto alive, anyway. [He glances away, scanning the rest of the restaurant.] And I do it well.
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[Orange is making this look so casual he's got himself a menu and is scanning over the sweet delicious offerings.]
Just a paycheck? I mean shit if it's anything like where I come from we hate you for doin' your job and we hate you for not doin' it. You don't jump ship?
[It has less to do with Blonde and more to do with gauging how much he can trust Raymond with this kind of information. Part of Freddy might be a little naive, of course he believes if Raymond is a genuine cop with certain principles then he's got to be a good guy, right?]
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[The words snap out with more bitterness than he really means, but only because there's a chord in him that's been firmly struck. Sure, as a timekeeper, he's hated no matter what he does. That's the first thing any timekeeper learns their first year on the beat: their only real reward for doing their jobs right is little more than a pile of vitriol. But someone has to do it.]
Where I come from, the rules are different. If you're born in the wrong time zone, that's it, tough shit. You work and work and work just to live from one day to the next, and you do that until the day you die, whether it's because you weren't paying attention or your loans caught up to you or some thug on the street stole whatever minutes you had left. That's the way it's always been, and that's the way it's always going to be.
[He stops himself then, realizes he's letting his grip on himself get a little too slack. He leans back a bit more, lets his shoulders relax, and sighs.]The only way for a kid ( ... )
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You sure don't fuck around.
[Freddy remarks, eyes fully on Raymond now. He is such a fucking P3 to Orange it's almost funny. He won't laugh though.] I guess you know a lot of guys cross the line cause they think they don't got any other options. Some guys cross that line because it's fuckin' fun and games.
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[But he thinks he's hammered that point in well enough by now. He sighs again, a shorter inhale this time, letting his expression turn neutral again.]
I've known enough guys like that.
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[He'd go for a cigarette but he does have a dessert to order so Orange takes a break from all that hardass demeanor to wave someone over. With a snap of his fingers he's back to being Freddy.]
I want that.
[Check out this motherfucking triple sundae explosion parfait monstrosity.] Are you gonna have anything?
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[One look at what he's ordering, though... How much is this going to cost him?] I think I'll pass.
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