Barbara Ann Tandy

Indie GTA V OC rp blog. This is a side blog. All reblogs and asks will come from the blog seth--rogen.

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He couldn’t believe it. The girl was gonna shoot him n’ now she was chokin’ on tears. She was just a kid. A dumb kid who thought she could play bad ass long enough to get the hell out’a dodge. “I’ll ask you this just once more, where are ya goin? N’ what are ya runnin’ from?” If the answers weren’t satisfactory, this was the end a the line fer her. 

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         Yeah, jump out. She was just going to jump out. And then what? ---Well, she could run. She didn't think this guy was capable of hurting her over this. Or hey, maybe she'd get lucky and get stuck into some Jean Valjean situation and he'd send her on her way with a life lesson and some cash.

      No, no she couldn't hope for that. Now she was just panicking. And she got the strangest feeling she knew this guy from somewhere, but she just couldn't place it.

      Her fingers were digging so far into her jean shorts that her knuckles were white.

      "A--wh---" she began, suddenly, realizing she was being asked a question. "Mexico! I'm...goin' to Mexico!" She should have lied, but that was the truth. "I'm tryna get outta goin t' jail," she finally admitted. Her hands were trembling as she thought back to the night she murdered her husband and buried his body out in the quarry. She wasn't about to bring that up. "...Don't...don't call the cops. I know you ain't got no reason not to but...don't...call 'em."

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"Y’er makin’ a wise decision." He growled, watchin’ out the corner a his eye as she finally made up her mind n’ did as he asked. Immediately, Teddy started lettin’ up on the accelerator. They dropped from near 90mph to 60mph, down to the 45mph they road signs demanded. Weren’t this turnin’ out to be one interestin’ day, he thought with a slight sneer.

"Now, lets clear up the story." He spoke up again, after a while. "There ain’t no car, is there? Ya just wanted me out in the middle a nowhere. I can respect that, I can." He blew a stop sign, not like it mattered in a county with no traffic. "So where ya headin’ n’ what ya runnin’ from? I ain’t gonna be blindsided by none a y’er friends in a couple days, am I Doll?"

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        "...No," Barbara admitted, frustrated tears welling up in her eyes though she still wore a scowl. God, this was not the plan, this was not the plan at all. And she wasn't exactly a fast thinker. But she had to do something. At least he was slowing down. Maybe she could jump out. The next time he took a turn, maybe that's what she'd do.

      "It's just me," she added after a moment, swallowing hard. "I ain't got no friends, no car, no cash. Nothin'."

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"No Darlin’ this is all funny business.” He cooed, takin’ his eyes off the road to stare dead straight into hers. “What y’er gonna be doin’ is puttin’ the safety on, takin’ the bullets out, n’ droppin’ the whole she-bang into the back seat. Or, we can do this the hard way.” He held her eyes fer a second longer before returnin’em to the road. He was gonna give ten more seconds, then he was slammin’ on the brakes. Whether she got a shot off or not, she was goin’ through the windshield.

"You ask me fer help. You get in my car. Then you threaten my life n’ commandeer the wheels? I think ya dug y’erself too deep, Little Lady. Dug y’erself too fuckin’ deep."

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      What were her choices? She could shoot him, and risk the car veering off the road before she could properly situate herself to drive it. She could jump out, and risk killing herself in the process. Or she could do as he asked, which meant leaving it up under his control, and she had no idea what she'd properly gotten herself into.

      Shit.

      Angrily, and without once taking her eyes off of his, she wordlessly dumped the bullets from the gun's chamber out onto the floor of the front seat before tossing the pistol into the back. She'd play nice. For now. But there was no way in hell this was gonna end up without her stealing his car and money like she planned. She just had to figure out some way.

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"Barbara is it? "

      “Yeah, that’s right. What’s it to ya?”

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     ♤ “I hear your a hard worker- Thought I ask if your interested in a job. Nothin’ bad or anything but I am low on staff.”

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      "I ain't really on the market. ...But what kinda cash we talkin' here? And what kinda job?"

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"Barbara is it? "

      “Yeah, that’s right. What’s it to ya?”

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Teddy kept glancin’ over. Damn she were a pretty little lady, weren’t she? Oh, Lord. “That’s good. I ain’t goin’ near it if its just a time bomb.” He laughed. He listened quietly, only other noise that of the radio n’ his own engine. Then there was a gun in his face. Tricked by pussy again. He had a knack fer giving women too much credit sometimes. “Alright, Miss.” He settled into his seat, pressin’ harder on the gas. He jumped them from 45mph to just over 70mph. 

"Put the gun down b’fore ya hurt y’erself, Darlin’." He smirked.

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      Her eyes quickly flitted towards the dash before back at the man she aimed the gun at. "No funny business now," she said, almost a little nervously---this was unexpected, and she wasn't exactly good at dealing with that. "You slow down before I get half a mind t' shoot you right here. An' you do what I say."

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"Don’t blame ya." He chuckled, openin’ the passenger door fer the kid. "Can’t trust them old ones sometimes. They ain’t been treated right over the years." He jumped into the driverside n’ started the jalopy up. His own vehicle wasn’t all too good either, but nor was he worried. He’d junk it in the next town anyway. "Was it makin’ any strange noises when ya left?" 

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      Barbara slipped inside his vehicle and perched herself upright. "No, no...not that I can recall..." she began slowly, running her bottom lip through her teeth while her other hand gently slipped behind her back. Once they had gotten far enough down the road, she started up again. "---Just over this hill here, keep drivin'..." Click. Quickly, a small pistol had been drawn from the back of her blue jean shorts, and she pointed it at him. "---And yer gonna keep drivin' 'til I tell you t' stop."

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Ron blinked. “Did he? —— Alrighty, then. I guess I’ll take the day t’ sleep. I don’t got much else to do,” He sighed lightly. ” N’ that’s not a bad idea. I’m just hopin’ all three of us get to go up to Paleto again one’a these days.” He took the pills, throwing them back with water. “—— Yeah, it’ll happen some time soon. When I find time.”

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      "Take time," she said with a slight raise of her brows, sitting back down next to him. "Lord knows we got plenty of it." Gently, she took one of his hands in hers. "I don't like how much you get yerself worked up, y'know? I just want you t' relax. Take some time t' yerself, an' Junebug...Work ain't goin' nowhere."

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"I’s just bein’ skeptical about takin’ anythin’ anymore ‘cuz I feel like I shouldn’t. But ‘m pretty desperate at this point." He looked up at her, then, with a drowsy half-smirk. "Oh, I know it. I seen ‘er. I jus’ wish I gotta spend as much time with ‘er as you do."

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      "Nah, your brother gave me some stuff. Only doctor I trust, I guess," she said as she headed to the cupboard. At his comment, she briefly turned over her shoulder, before getting the pills and a glass of water. "Maybe you an' her oughta take a little trip. Father-daughter vacation or somethin', just the two o' you. You know me, T an' the others can keep shop for a few days without ya."

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"Three nights of not sleepin’." Wait, no was it four? Five, even?

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      "You oughta do somethin' 'bout that, babe." She stood from the table, smoothing out his hair briefly on her way up. "Want me t' get you somethin' for it? ---You know I got a handle on Junie m'self, so you don't gotta worry 'bout that. ...Hell, she's gettin' good on her own these days. Real independent-like."

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"—— —— ——"

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      "---Who spit in your Cok O Pops?"

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"I know a bit a this n’ that, Little Lady. I’ll see what I can do fer ya." he pulled his keys from his pocket, well not his keys per say but the owner sure weren’t gonna be lookin’ fer ‘em anytime soon. "A mile which way, did ya say?" 

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      She pointed down the dusty road nearby. "Thattaway. ---I'm awful grateful, Mister. It's an, uh, '89 Mustang. I's just makin' my way down here when there was smoke comin' out the hood. I got outta there fast as I could; I seen enough movies."

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      "S'cuze me, sir, but do you know anythin' 'bout cars? Mine broke down 'bout a mile from here, an' I don't got the cash t' call a tow..."

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      "You comin' or not?"

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"———- Yeah, I have. And it got me into worse shit than tonight will, probably."

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      "Well, apparently you ain't ever done it the right way, Cowboy. I never get caught." After a few more minutes of running, she pointed ahead to the old water tower. "There it is! C'mon!"

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He raised his head towards the sky, inhaling deeply. "Sure, yeah. Just don’t expect me to have any great ideas.”

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      Barbara laughed. "You're such a chicken, y'know that? Ain't you ever had fun before, Grumpy?"