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“He who rides a tiger is afraid to dismount.”

Jun 22, 2009 20:00

Day 146, Saturday, October 25th
Sundown, The doctors' offices

Sundown brings a bite to the night air. I am still warm from my recent visit to the farm. I laugh at my own ritual of placing the sign out front the office. The sandwich board seems a better indicator of my presence than any kind of regular office hours. My routine lasts only as long as ( Read more... )

lokan, lucien, shirlee

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docconstantine June 23 2009, 03:56:41 UTC

With a groan, I stand up from my desk and stretch my back, feeling several things go 'pop'. Look to the window and....
well. It seems I lost another day to chart updating. Run a hand through my hair and think about heading back to The Dormouse. Wanda seemed alright with the idea of my spending the weekend there again, and truth be told, I miss staying there. The apartment is alright, but it's spartan and lonely and...

"¡Maldito sea!" And it leaves me around Lokan far too much. Grumble a bit as I grab my leather coat and start to head out my office---
the firing of a gun shatters the quiet in the office, and I run to the source of the noise, Lokan's office.

Round the corner....
"What the FUCK???" I gasp in response to the scene before me.

shirlee_b June 23 2009, 17:08:56 UTC

The night is starting. I love the night. Not such a strain on the eyes with the stars to light my way. I am feeling really good tonight and it's not all the bottle of liquor or the smoke. I'm starting to really like this town. Its too bad my funds are running out so fast being here. Eventually people will notice me trading their neighbor's goods to them. I am walking down a street I have not been before, not sober in any case. A sign catches my eye when I see my last name on it, even spelled the same abnormal way. I feel the bottle slip from my hands as I read the name "Lokan". He's a fucking mind doctor as well...Am I dreaming? Did I die? This can't be. My chest is too tight, I can barely breathe. What is going on? The sign has his scent on it. I can smell him in the air now. He is close. He is in that building ( ... )

lokan_banderez June 23 2009, 17:12:06 UTC

Yes, I would know that face twisted in rage anywhere. My jump behind the desk is well timed, as the hardwood takes the impact of the bullets instead of my hide. Damn, I hope the woodworker in town can repair that.

"What the FUCK???"

Peeking up, I see Shirlee's gun trained on my dear colleague. "Dr. Constantine, I would like you to meet my wife, Shirlee Banderez." She turns to me with her sword out and an even sharper manic smile. "Gatita, this is Dr. Lucien Constantine." My dodging of her next swipe has the wind whistling by my ear, "Gata salvaje, this is not a game I can play any longer. Perhaps we can," the next slices through the leather upholstery of the couch as I run along it, "talk?"

docconstantine June 23 2009, 22:10:24 UTC

For a minute, I think my yelling would be drowned out by the repeated fire of the gun in the woman's hand, but she does indeed hear me and....

"Oh this is gonna SUCK!" I sigh as she turns and fires right at my head.

Wince and wait for the explosion of pain, but it doesn't come. Open one eye to see that the crazy bitch is out of bullets. "Dr. Constantine, I would like you to meet my wife, Shirlee Banderez." Lokan explains as she ditches the gun to draw a sword. "Gatita, this is Dr. Lucien Constantine." He finishes the intro as he dodges out of the way of the blade.
"Your wife?" I say incredulously, unsure if I should try and syubdue her or help her. "Well, that explains the animosity." I mutter, deciding to step back and light up a cigarette ( ... )

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