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Nov 02, 2008 12:59
Jazz is
less than happy
in the same way that abzolute zero is less than warm (
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continuity: chainsaw fucks up jazz
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green_and_white
November 3 2008, 03:29:13 UTC
She marches away, with obvious but futile reluctance.
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:31:15 UTC
Chainsaw shakes his head and looks up at Will, finally.
"Willy--" he starts, fondly exasperated.
Then he cuts himself off.
"...Will. Shit, must be a hundred years or more since I've seen you."
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:33:25 UTC
Will freezes, watching him warily.
"It's been a few months."
He's acutely aware of the vulnerability of his posture, of his scars bare in the air.
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:37:37 UTC
He ignores them, but it's a very focused lack of attention, and there's visible effort involved.
"Yeah."
A long breath, in and out.
(Gives Jazz time to get out of earshot.)
Softly: "I'm sorry."
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:39:08 UTC
"--What?"
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:41:33 UTC
Snort.
"Yeah, I know. Look, do you want me to get you out of that or what? C'mere."
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:42:53 UTC
Shockingly, Will looks mistrustful of this offer.
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:49:36 UTC
Chainsaw rolls his eyes.
"Fine, whatever. You figure it out."
He tosses the knife into the grass at Will's feet and turns away to head back to the bar.
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:50:33 UTC
"Wait."
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:51:04 UTC
Chainsaw stops in his tracks, but doesn't turn around.
"Yes?"
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:52:54 UTC
"I need the help."
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 03:57:34 UTC
"Okay."
He turns back around, approaches, and bends down to retrieve the knife.
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 03:59:39 UTC
Will lets out a breath and turns around, offering his hands. Blood is running in fine rivulets down the fingers of one hand and smearing the other.
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 04:02:59 UTC
The pressure of gentle fingers on his hands, a brief increase in the tension of the knotted fabric, and a tiny nick in one thumb.
Will's free.
Chainsaw is licking his fingers clean, the knife stowed away in a pocket.
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eidetiker
November 3 2008, 04:05:07 UTC
He brings his hands around, flexing his fingers, wincing.
He turns.
". . . Thank you."
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nowait_letme
November 3 2008, 04:07:02 UTC
"Welcome."
He cocks his head.
"And I'm still sorry."
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"Willy--" he starts, fondly exasperated.
Then he cuts himself off.
"...Will. Shit, must be a hundred years or more since I've seen you."
Reply
"It's been a few months."
He's acutely aware of the vulnerability of his posture, of his scars bare in the air.
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"Yeah."
A long breath, in and out.
(Gives Jazz time to get out of earshot.)
Softly: "I'm sorry."
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"Yeah, I know. Look, do you want me to get you out of that or what? C'mere."
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"Fine, whatever. You figure it out."
He tosses the knife into the grass at Will's feet and turns away to head back to the bar.
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"Yes?"
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"I need the help."
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He turns back around, approaches, and bends down to retrieve the knife.
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The pressure of gentle fingers on his hands, a brief increase in the tension of the knotted fabric, and a tiny nick in one thumb.
Will's free.
Chainsaw is licking his fingers clean, the knife stowed away in a pocket.
Reply
He turns.
". . . Thank you."
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He cocks his head.
"And I'm still sorry."
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