Why am I Mr. Pink?...

This is an indie rp sideblog for Mr. Pink from Reservoir Dogs. This is a sideblog, so likes/follows will come from my friend's main; Smartvulpix.

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(Ok, sorry for the radio static on this blog. Me and Sparks had a “rabid fan” spam harassing us on our two rp blogs and we had to disappear for a while on these two. We’ve since blocked her and her FOUR blogs she had harassed us on, so I think we’re good.)

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(Watching Reservoir Dogs later tonight with some friends *Cough* @doesntxtip*Cough* So We’ll be back in the mood to write on these characters again if y’all want to hit us up later)

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Pink almost fell back at her gasp, eyes darting to where she was looking as the request came and immediately grabbing the items “Ok, ok. They’re off don’t worr-”

Oh. It finally registered she’d asked for a trash can, grabbing the one she pointed to and putting the pointing hand on it so she knew where it was. 

“H-here.” 

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He’d grabbed a rag, some water in a cup, and some medical supplies before turning the corner and heading back into her living room. 

It didn’t register she’d said something until he looked up and saw her sitting slightly up with a hand on her head. 

“O-oh. Hey.” 

She was awake.  He set the basket of items down on the coffee table, holding the cup in his hand as he knelt down beside the couch. 

“Hey.. You’ve got a pretty bad knock on the side of your head.. I’m gonna help ya with it.”

Never mind that he was trespassing. He truly just didn’t want to go to a hospital and get cops involved.

[doesntxtip]

When he’d finally made it to her home -or at least, he hoped it was her home- Pink was immediately trying to pick out which key on her ring was the house key. 

The man fast walked to the door, trying all three keys before finding the correct one and propping the door open; running back and grabbing the unconscious woman.  

He wished he could take her to the hospital, but they’d recognize him around here. He just knew it.  He’d have to just settle with taking care of her at her house. 

Once Pink laid her down on the couch and locked the door; he set about searching the house for medical supplies.

[dclightfulxdcrry]

#dclightfulxdcrry #Pink over here stealin’ your girl Stan #Better watch out

- @doesntxtip 

(Pink about to get an ass kicking by a deadman is what he’s bout to get, lmao)

[doesntxtip]

{Lmao, He probably would kick his ass too! Pink is not good at fighting} 

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Her friend drove? Of course her friend drove. Why would it ever be easy on him?! Why couldn’t he ever- wait, she was talking.

As soon as he glanced back to her; her head slumped down. “Wait.. no no no honey stay with me sta- shit...”

Having to catch her completely, he made his way over to his car. They could fuckin’ hotwire another car for all he cared. 

It wasn’t his job.

pulling out the key while struggling to hold the woman up, he plopped her down in the passenger’s seat and ran around to the drivers’ door. 

Once he got in, he let a stream of cursewords fly as he was buckling her in. What was he doing? 

He didn’t know this chick. 

Finally deciding to dig into her purse to figure out where she lived; Pink pulled out a driver’s license, and any other thing that might have an address on it. 

He opted for putting his jacket over her to make it appear she’d fallen asleep, finally putting the keys in and starting to drive after taking one last glance over to the woman. “Alright Mrs. Uris... I’m takin’ you home.” Not that she could understand him. 

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@dclightfulxdcrry continued from here.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.  This was suppose to just be a casing job. Just practicing for the real job down the road at another joint. 

But NO. Brown and Blonde got the idea to rob this place too. “Since we’re here.”

Fuck.

He decided he wasn’t going to have anything to do with it; not pulling his gun or anything of the sort; just hiding behind a counter with some woman who was bleeding from the side of the head. 

Shit, it looked rough. 

After waiting for things to calm down, he’d offered to walk her out; keeping their heads down and sneaking out. Once they’d cleared the place, Pink looked around the parking lot. 

“Alright hon.. Which one’s your car?”

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“ and here i thought this couldn’t get any worse. ”

He was freaking out about the whole ordeal. He felt it in his bones. 

It had started out normal-as far as normal went with Mr. Pink- but his nerves got the better of him. “There IS a rat! There has to be. I just know it! What if he’s one of the closer dogs? What if- w-what if.. Oh god-”

He was freaking out about the whole ordeal.Bad enough, it seemed, to pitch over and get sick in the middle of his motor mouthing about the heist; as he had just enough time to face away from White. 

When he heard his partner mumble the sentence behind him, he coughed, apologizing. “-S-sorry. My freakin’ nerves are all over the place.”

[doesntxtip]

He couldn’t help the gasp that left him when Blonde picked him up by the collar. Man was strong as hell. 

“Yes! Alright! They-” He let another yelp out as he thudded back to the floor. 

He slowly steadied himself up to his knees; keeping an eye on the hulking dog. Was he.. 

-Oh god, he needed to get him away from that guy.  If he wasn’t already dead- Blonde might just kill him.

He nods slowly. “Ok..  so who all can you account for?”

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He curled into himself- one hand around his throat- trying to gain his breath back. 

Only once did he glance back, checking on the Dog that was probably if not already bleeding out. 

Poor guy didn’t deserve that. He was scared for himself, but he knew that guy didn’t deserve it. Retching yet again, his attention turned mostly back to his breathing.

He had half a mind to try and figure out the kid’s name after, just to give him a prop-Fuck!

Pain exploded yet again on his side, curling in on himself again and grabbing his stomach area. “G-Goddamn it man!”

“Alri-” He gasped, trying not to get sick at the moment. “-...Alright. We need to figure out who the fuck it IS then..”

[doesntxtip]

He practically chews on the cigarette already in his mouth. Nervous habits are nervous habits, and damn did he have a few. 

The words came honest, at least from his standpoint. Life fucked him over. 

He huffed in amusement at the insult shot back; blowing out a small amount of smoke. “You get that one from the schoolyard you just walked from?”

“...”

He needed some sleep, or booze, or something to calm himself down. After looking back over Orange, he shook his head. “Somethin’ really bothering you, man?”

He couldn’t help actually being concerned, despite not wanting to know much about them besides work.

[doesntxlikexalarms]

(Vic is just laughing his ass off at Pink’s situation. I’m sorry the man is such an asshole, Sparks.)

[doesntxtip]

“Hey asshole don’t laugh at me!”

{I wouldn’t expect anything less from Blonde, tbh. LMao!}

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“ that’s fucked up. ”

“No sh-” a stifled gag. “...shit”

Pink wrinkled his nose in disgust, flicking the remnants of the cop that was beside him off his shoulder and arm. 

He was going into custody if he didn’t think of something, and the man had one cuff on him, one cuff to himself.

He figured the cop thought he was too small to be a threat. Damn him being close enough when he pulled his gun on the guy though. 

“You just gonna stand there gawkin’ or you gonna help me get this damned cuff off?

[rpstartersinc]

    feel free to change pronouns / wording !

warning for bad language.

“ are you really sleeping ? ”

“ that was exciting. ”

“ hello ? i’m lost, and hurt. ”  

“ that’s fucked up. ”  

“ why must we suffer like this ? ”  

“ do you hate this world ? ”  

“ you gotta help me. ”  

“ we have to run. ”  

“ i thought you were dead. ”  

“ the first person who touches me loses their eyes. ”  

“ god doesn’t love you. ”  

“ i’m dreaming. or out of my fucking mind. ”  

“ and here i thought this couldn’t get any worse. ”  

“ seen too much to keep the faith. ”  

“ you really busted your head open, didn’t you ? ”  

“ you didn’t give me up to her. ”  

“ i will fear no man. ”  

“ i will be ravenous in my penance. ”  

“ i could climb that. just need something to stand on. ”  

“ you have to kill me. ”  

“ god hates vanity. ”  

“ this world will die screaming. ”  

“ maybe there’s another way around. ”  

“ unforgivable. ”  

“ this isn’t so bad. ”  

“ i know what you are. ”  

“ that wasn’t so bad, was it ? ”  

“ gotta stop the bleeding. ”  

“ i need you to stay calm. ”  

“ your weakness has damned us all. ”  

“ you deserve the hell you’ll get. ”  

“ you were jealous. ”  

“ you were frightened. ”  

“ i’m not putting a fucking toe in that water. ”  

“ i want to see your true face. ”  

“ you’re such a pushover. ”  

“ you don’t want to get in trouble, do you ? ”  

“ stay with me. ”      

“ i only want us to be friends. ”  

“ shame is a gift from god, to let you know right from wrong. ”  

“ what you want is very wrong. ”  

“ i don’t know what you think you saw. ”  

“ i won’t let them kill you. ”  

“ we have to get out of here. ”  

“ i need to lie down. ”  

“ fuck you ! and fuck your god ! ”  

“ it’s getting worse. ”

“ you need to lie down. ”  

“ there’s nothing there. ”  

“ so, like … is she your girlfriend ? ”

“ you’ve murdered paradise. ”  

“ god has gone silent. ”

[haidaspicciare]

Steve Buscemi, “Reservoir Dogs” (Quentin Tarantino, 1992).

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written by lydiduh  directed by quentin tarantino