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mxsterwhite:
“Apparently not,” Jack answered as he leaned forward in his chair within the interrogation room of the prison, “How long are you in for…for shooting this particular boy in blue?”
“I dunno. Few years, life.” He shrugged, licking across his lip. “.....You know what’s fucked up? I hope he’s not dead. The fucking shithead.”
mxsterwhite:
“No. That would be the state’s money, wouldn’t it,” Jack answered with a shrug, “They think you need to see someone after being shot. That can do a lot of damage to someone’s mind, not just to their body.“
Lawrence shrugged at that, tugging slightly at his jumper, before holding his cuffed hands up. “Been shot a lot of times. Never fucked me up. Expected to be dead though, Not still kicking and in prison. .....Seems they don’t like when you shoot....” He paused, lip curling for a moment. “....A fellow boy in blue.”
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She raised both her eyebrows, unsure whether she should take him seriously. “You’re kidding, right?”
Putting up a hand, she said with a laugh, “Sorry, that was another question.”
“....Why would I be kidding? You tryin to tell me I’m too fuckin’ old for jobs like that? You’re fuckin’ wrong kid.”
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“Do you know why I’m here?”
“...Because you wanna milk me for all my money?” Lawrence asked, propping his head up with his hand. “..Well.. Not my money.”
mxsterwhite:
"Come on, man, you’re not that old." he wrapped his other arm around his waist, to balance him better. He started moving, "can you walk?"
Larry grunted, his hand fisting into the others shirt to stop himself from falling. “Yeah” He mumbled. For right now at least. He felt his legs buckle under his weight, though forced himself to push on.
“I’m a cop. Larry, I’m...So sorry. I’m a cop”
That’s all what seemed to go through his head, repeating over and over. He was a cop?....A cop. The fucking kid was the rat. Larry took a bullet for him Oh God he killed Joe for him. Joe was right. Joe was fucking right.
For a moment, All Larry could do was sit there and all but sob, his body shaking. That’s why he was so quick to want to go to the hospital. Fuck jail, man! He wouldn’t go to jail. He’d be clapped on the back, Probably get rewarded for what he did. No. No he wouldn’t, because Larry knew what he had to do. What he needed to do. And so, still stroking the kids face, still crying, he brought his gun up right at the corner of his mouth, right into his cheek.
Maybe it was the small whimpered ‘I’m sorry’, maybe it was the arms wrapping some around him, Maybe it was God himself telling him to. But with a shuddering breath, he moved the gun right under his jaw, pulling the hammer back.
“HEY! Drop it asshole!”
“Don’t fuckin’ do it buddy! Drop your gun!”
The demands of the cops now in the warehouse spurred him on, his chest heaving some, hand still rubbing at the kids face, still comforting him even now. Glancing around at the dead bodies of Blonde, Nice guy, Joe...His gaze went back to the screaming cops. And then, he made his decision. He shot. And as soon as he did, he was down, bullets having hit his body...Lord knows how many times, making him jerk back, still slightly cradling Orange.
As he took his last rasping breaths, he heard what seemed like in the distance.
“Newandyke! Fuck! Get him! Fucking get him! Kid! You’re gonna be okay. Call the fucking ambulance NOW. Tell them to haul ass Officer down! WE HAVE AN OFFICER DOWN HURRY THE FUCK UP”
The fucked up part, was Before Larry’s word went dark, he found himself hoping the kid makes it though.
{ mxsterwhite }
"m’sorry — excuse my starin’. It just ain’t too often I see a man like you.”
"I appreciate it." He replied, a chuckle leaving him. "But uh. Between you and me, you look a little young to be talkin' like that to someone like me. .....Not like I'm complaining. "
mxsterwhite:
Bambi’s eyes lit up a bit when the other chuckled, pleased to have still managed a good reaction from him, or at least what she viewed as one, “Well I don’t suppose they’d be doing elephant things, would they?”
That just seemed to make him laugh more, before he shook his head "I think if they did elephant things,I'd be a little worried. and really confused about a lot of things."
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"Okay," he answered, collecting himself. He grabbed the man’s hand with one hand and grabbed his arm with the other. When he got him up he placed the man’s arm around his shoulder holding him up, "You okay?"
Nodding more to himself, Larry leaned heavily against him, his brows pinched down in pain. "Fuck" he mumbled. He took a chance and glanced down at himself, and immediately regret it. "Aw fuck" he bit out. "M'too fucking old for this shit "
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Pink? She blinked at him a moment. It had to be a coincidence. No, how many people called themselves Pink. She’d let it go for now though, ask about it later if there was a later.
"What kind of work do you do?" she pried.
Larry watched her before snorting some "You pry a lot, don't you? Have a lot of questions. " He shrugged. She didn't look like a cop..Then again neither did Orange, but like him, if she ended up being one, he'd just shoot. "I pull jobs. Banks, shit like that."
mxsterwhite:
"Sounds like he was a real nice guy," she scoffed. "I can assure you, I’m neither a psycho nor fucked in the head." She tipped her head to one side in a half-shrug. "Now arrogant, I might be a little."
"He was a fucking psycho. pissed me off having to work with him. The others were fine, hell, Pink was better than him..." Larry shook his head. "Arrogance will get you no where."
Bud Cook's Reservoir Dogs.
mxsterwhite
"Well, honestly I don’t remember the punchline," Bambi replied with a small laugh before she tucked her hair behind her hair, "But I guess the safe answer is tiger things. Sorry to disappoint."
"Tiger things?" Larry took a moment to chuckle before shrugging some "Fitting enough, I guess, isn't it?"
Age 28: How's life going for you? Have you been in jail?
pick an age or point on the character’s timeline, and ask a question. the character will respond as the age.
"Life’s alright. Been in the slammer once or twice, nothing serious though, Small theft charges….If they only knew, right?"
pick an age or point on the character's timeline, and ask a question. the character will respond as the age.
The 33rd icon in your folder is your muses reaction to having their ass slapped
“What do tigers dream of when they take their little tiger snooze?"
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"….I Don’t know, what?" He honestly couldn't wait for the answer.
