⊱fourteenth vision | audio

Jul 11, 2011 01:53

I never knew a time when my Ma wasn't off her nut.

After my father left, after I was born- guess all that did something to her. She was a religious crazy. Did things like keep me in the house for days, readin' bible verses like it'd chase something out of me. Didn't really get the chance to make many friends, on account of that. Also on account of ( Read more... )

curse day, affected

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withloadedguns July 11 2011, 17:30:24 UTC
Nothing wrong with being alone.

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taravata July 12 2011, 04:26:24 UTC
That's what I always thought. [ Shrug. ] Think.

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withloadedguns July 12 2011, 05:32:37 UTC
Yeah.

If it's not what you think, I guess that's up to you to figure out.

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taravata July 12 2011, 06:35:55 UTC
Don't know if it's worth figurin' out. I got other priorities.

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1/2 withloadedguns July 12 2011, 14:01:18 UTC
Yeah.

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withloadedguns July 12 2011, 14:03:28 UTC
I'm looking for something to drink. Not water.

Are you looking for anything like that?

[ooc: This is the nearest thing to an invitation he can manage, I think.]

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sdfahjlds I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THAT EMAIL i have just been derped brained .-. | 1/2 taravata July 13 2011, 02:12:32 UTC
I could be.

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2/2 | audio taravata July 13 2011, 02:13:03 UTC
Where you at?

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Don't worry about it! When you can, when you can! | audio withloadedguns July 13 2011, 02:44:05 UTC
The edge of town--not far.

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<3 ;_; taravata July 13 2011, 04:20:47 UTC
Six 'o clock?

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:3c <3 withloadedguns July 13 2011, 04:52:02 UTC
All right.

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Action spam here? :o You wanna start? taravata July 13 2011, 07:14:25 UTC
I'll be there.

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[Action] | Clearly, I do |D withloadedguns July 13 2011, 14:39:05 UTC
[It's six, or nearly that, now and someone's got himself set up in one of his favorite dives, waiting... He wasn't sure at first why he'd suggested this, but no harm done. There're worse ways to spend an evening.]

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[Action] | taravata July 15 2011, 07:18:50 UTC
[ Considering that this is Ben's first time at No Name's dive (and that he's never been good at directions in the first place), the younger man lags behind the older by fifteen minutes. He's an awkward, stiff kind of kid, you can see it by the way he walks, the way he holds himself. No name will see it immediately as he enters. Ben now scans the room in search of the lone desperado- lot of questionable folk in this joint, a poncho wearing cowboy shouldn't be hard to find. ]

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[Action] withloadedguns July 15 2011, 19:30:08 UTC
[Just to make matters difficult, he's not wearing the poncho. He's even got his hat off (!!!--well, okay, it's sitting on top of the bar). Maybe he should have hung around outside for longer, made himself easier to see... No, maybe not...

Anyway, maybe he won't be too hard to find, if one knows who to look for. He's set himself up at the bar and, every few minutes, he turns back towards the door. Just to make certain he hasn't missed the kid coming in.

There he is now--and he is a stiff, uncertain kind of kid. Funny.

He turns in his seat to face him.]

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[Action] taravata July 16 2011, 02:12:09 UTC
[ Well, ain't he a different man. Ben nudges his way through the crowd, midst a field of shoulders and angry tongues - this ain't the friendliest place in the City. It smells of oldness and dust. Of rough things, home and perpetually cantankerous men.

He catches sight of Mr. Poncho the moment he turns around, blue eyes intercepting insert-color-here. No smiles, no wave or hello. Just a simple nod, as he walks toward him. ]

Hey.

[ He takes the seat next to him. ]

You wait here long?

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