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| Strompy | Aug 17 2015, 05:43 PM Post #2431 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon patted Willow gently on the back as she coughed. She was really worked up over this. He could understand why. Cory had a hand in what happened to Glenda. Talking about it brought the memory back, how she'd been there one second and in a blink she was gone. Glenda seemed so indestructible. "Eli, please. All of this stuff aside, I'm asking you to not do this. We are all asking you." Brandon implored. He'd known trying to argue Eli down was pointless. It was a decision he made emotionally, reason would never disuade him. This was a friend asking him now though, a friend who wanted him to live. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 17 2015, 06:05 PM Post #2432 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The way Brandon phrased the request – and the way he phrased it like a request, not an accusation or outburst – made Eli take pause once again. I’m sorry, he apologized with his eyes, not his words. “This has to happen,” he said to Brandon instead. “Just… take care of things ‘till I get back.” He had to look away from him, to someone else. He settled on Emmett. The big guy’s eyes were closed. Eli chose to interpret the look as one of acceptance. “Remember,” he said to everyone around. “The morning after next.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 17 2015, 06:18 PM Post #2433 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio sighed. He had tried to shame Eli out of it, but he was clearly determined to carry through with this. All he could do was accept it and move on. "Understood." Antonio answered somberly. "We will give you until tomorrow morning. Then we will leave without you." |
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| Strompy | Aug 17 2015, 06:35 PM Post #2434 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon shook his head defeatedly. They really couldn't talk him out of it. That didn't mean they couldn't stop him though. "Alright. Well we've only got a little light left, I promised you guys some practice. I'm going to show you how to throw a punch. Meet me outside in five. Let's get ourselves settled in." Brandon said as he got to his feet. He turned and extended his hand to help Willow up. She was probably still in pain from that coughing fit. At the very least if Eli went through with this it would give her a solid day of rest. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 17 2015, 11:29 PM Post #2435 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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It wasn’t with any sort of satisfaction that Eli watched Brandon and Willow leave. It was the opposite of that. This whole meeting was. He had never expected the reaction to be good – but somehow he hadn’t expected this either. “So I guess the debate portion of this evening is over,” Jimmy’s voice broke through the tense atmosphere. “Yeah, I’d say so,” Eli said with a sigh. “Great – so you’re not gonna give another defiant speech when I tell you I’m coming with you,” Jimmy said. Eli groaned. “Jimmy, I just went over this with…” “Hold up, mula,” Jimmy interrupted. “Remember, I’m not one of your merry men, and I didn’t take a voto sagrado to get your canister to the west coast. That card won’t work on me. I made you exactly one promise – not to leave you in a lurch.” “That’s not… you’re not…” Eli struggled for a counter-argument. Jimmy was right. Eli couldn’t order him to stay behind and look after the others. He could try, but it was readily apparent how that would turn out. “If I want to put myself in danger, then sorry, but fuck you, that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” Jimmy insisted. “Besides, amigo, how did you expect to get to Green River anyway? Hitch-hike?” Eli frowned. Another part of the plan he hadn’t thought through. “We’ll take my truck,” Jimmy said. “I’ll get it ready. We’ll take what we need, and leave the rest behind. We’ll pick it up the morning after next, right?” Eli kept frowning. “Why?” “Why am I going with you?” Jimmy intuited. “Good question. Not sure. Maybe because I’ve never covertly assassinated a sadistic dictator before. Sounds like it could be fun.” Eli didn’t know how to respond to that. So he gave him a small nod. He had to face the fact that he could use the assistance, and especially the transport – and if there was someone he could accept that from, it was Jimmy. He didn’t feel the same responsibility for him he felt for everybody else. He hadn’t been with the group long, and in that time he had felt more like a freelancer than a genuine member. Probably for reasons even Jimmy would admit – mainly, he didn’t care about the cause. “Let me know when you went to take off,” Jimmy said, then left the room himself. “Fine,” Eli said to Jimmy’s back. He started to follow him out. He needed a moment alone himself to prepare. As he approached the door, Emmett stood up from his chair, keeping him from that moment for a while longer. Eli didn’t know what was going on in Emmett’s head – no surprise there. But he knew Emmett had hidden depths, so he braced himself for what was coming. “Eli…” Emmett began. “This isn’t like before,” Eli assured him quietly. “I promise you. I’m not running away. That’s not what this is about.” Emmett regarded him for a long moment with those soft and searching eyes of his. Eli took the scrutiny, and when it was done, Emmett gave him a nod as short as he had just given Jimmy. “Be careful,” Emmett said. “I will,” Eli replied. He gave Emmett a meaningful squeeze on the shoulder, and then finally moved on. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 18 2015, 12:16 AM Post #2436 |
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Is that so?
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"Sorry, babe..." Willow apologized to Brandon as they left the lobby. Her chest hurt from that coughing fit. And the yelling. She had gotten really worked up back there and wasn't even sure why. It was true that she didn't agree with Eli's plan, but she had been pretty harsh back there. It was... unbecoming of her. The whole incident left a bad taste in her mouth -- apart from the mucus and blood that was already in there. "I don't know what came over me in there. I just kinda snapped." * * * * * In a small and long abandoned bicycle shop called Farout Cycles, located in the heart of Vernal, Danica stood watch by a window looking out at the three story Motel 6 across the street. The place seemed pretty abandoned. There were even rotters still roaming out in front of it. It looked as empty as every other building in this infested city. "Yo, Darren, you're sure you saw them go in there, right?" She craned her head. Darren and Mike were sitting at the cashier's table with a pile of cards between the two of them. "Yeah, I swear it. They pulled up behind the hotel and that is when I radio'd you guys over." Darren explained as he threw one of the cards from his hand onto the table. "They're probably buckling down there for the night. And if they are smart, they'll have guards stationed on the roof at all times. Gonna be hard for us to make an approach on it without being seen." "Did you even get a visual on Travis or Pablo? Do we know they are there?" Danica shot back with some frustration. "Do you have any other leads for us right now?" Darren sighed. "We don't even have a guarantee that those morons came this way. We might as well follow through with every lead we can get. And even if we can't, it isn't a good idea to return to Cory empty handed. Right, sis?" Danica sighed. She was fine with being wrong, but it was always worse when her brother was the one that was right. Everyone that left had to come back with something to prove their trip was worth it. Last time someone returned empty handed, Cory had physically chopped off the left hand of the run's leader. And it had proven to be terrifyingly effective. Nobody had returned empty handed since. Though the implication of Darren's words were a little heavier than she wanted to admit. "Say, where's Alicia?" "Bathroom." Alicia's boyfriend, the stoic Michael, answered. "Don't worry, she's fine. Just keep an eye on the Motel 6 and let us know if anything happens." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 18 2015, 01:31 AM Post #2437 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy had finished unloading the truck of almost all of its miscellaneous supplies. All that remained was behind a little food, a little more water, his assortment of weapons, and ammo – lots of ammo. Eli didn’t know if Jimmy was expecting an all-out-war, or if he was just preparing for the worst. He didn’t bother with any more goodbyes. Telling Brandon to take care of things, telling Emmett he’d be careful – that would have to do. Anything beyond that and it would start to feel too permanent, he knew. “So where’s the cure?” Jimmy asked, when he saw him emerge in the parking lot. “Brandon’s bag,” Eli answered. “Cool,” Jimmy said, then gestured with his thumb to his custom truck. “Door’s unlocked. Any time you’re ready.” “Ready now,” Eli said. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we return.” Jimmy smiled an arched an eyebrow at that. Eli ignored him – whether Jimmy believed it or not, he meant what he was saying. He had every intention of returning to the motel. If I die taking down Cory, then I die, he reasoned. But that ain’t the plan. Jimmy walked around the truck and climbed into the front seat. Eli grabbed the handle of the passenger’s side door when he heard his name again. “Eli…” It was Annie’s voice. He turned to confirm it, and saw her standing there at the back entrance. She had been remarkably quiet back there in the lobby. Considering how much pushback she had offered at the strip club and ever since, Eli should have known it was too good to be true. He should have known she’d get in one more argument before he hit the road. “Annie, this isn’t a great time,” Eli said. Annie approached anyway. “No?” she asked sarcastically. “’Cause it feels like now’s the only time.” That triggered something in Eli. Some of the anger he had been holding in – the anger that he felt like he was always holding in these last few days – slipped out. “Goddamnit, Annie, we been robbed twice!” he said. “Emmett got shot. Willow got shot, more than once. Mac died. Glenda died. Before we met you, we met Brooke, and she wished she died. Flint was almost burned to the ground. What else is it gonna take? How many more times do we gotta go through this?” Annie’s face hardened and her lips curled into a frown at the outburst. But she didn’t fall back. In fact, she took a step forward. “I’m not here to stop you,” she said. “Believe me, the way you’ve been acting – I know that I can’t. I know that you’re going to do what you want to do.” “This isn’t…” “Let me finish!” Annie said. “Because I’m not even saying what you’re doing is wrong. Cory deserves to die. The world will be better off without him.” She was silent for a moment, and so was Eli. He bit back the urge to respond. The question – so what? – was so obvious it didn’t need saying. “I just wanted to let you know – you’re going down a dangerous path,” she said. “And soon enough, no one’s going to be able to follow.” She was silent again. So was he. This time, he had no response to bite back. None whatsoever. He just stared back at her. “When you remember that this group needs you – that this group cares about you – I just hope you turn back,” she added. “Before it’s too late.” “Okay,” he said after a blink. It was all he could come up with. He hopped into the passenger’s seat. He saw that Jimmy was looking forward and smiling, having found some way to be amused by what Annie just said. “And Eli,” Annie added, as Jimmy started the rumble of the engine. Eli turned to look at her. “I hope we see you again.” “You will,” Eli said. “Bye doc!” Jimmy waved as the truck rolled on. |
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| Strompy | Aug 18 2015, 02:08 AM Post #2438 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"It had to happen sometime. Trust me, you'll be amazed how good you'll feel later." Brandon consoled her. The conversation weighed on Brandon and as he left he tried not to agonize over it. Instead he had a few minutes to himself to pick up where he left off with his fiancee. He smiled and gave her a little squeeze. "We've got five minutes. Wanna find out what I can do with that? I'll get the bags. Go go go." he said as he trotted off to retrieve their things. He slung his own bag over his shoulder and grabbed Willow's bag with his off-hand. The strap ofher bag was pinned under somebody else's bag and as he tried to take off with it it snagged and the zipper came partially undone, sending a few items spilling. Brandon snatched them up off the ground and patted them down and shook them to get rid of some of the dirt they picked up. He also made sure to pick up her bottle of painkillers. He slung her bag over his other shoulder and made his way to the door but stopped halfway. Willow already had her painkillers. He saw her take one just minutes ago. He took the bags inside and found himself some privacy in a restroom. His own bag dropped to the floor and he placed Willow's on the counter. It was an invasion of privacy he knew, but one he hoped she wouldn't need to find out about. That hope died as he searched her bag and found a sizable stash of pills. It was difficult not to jump to conclusions but he forced himself remain impartial. It wasn't fair to Willow to make conclusions without giving her a chance to explain, though he struggling to find any explanation for this. He pocketed the pills and slung both bags and made his way to their room. A moment later he was standing in the doorway with a couple bottles in hand. "Babe?" he said holding them out for her to see, a questioning expression on his face. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 18 2015, 03:22 AM Post #2439 |
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Is that so?
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Willow was laying on the edge of the bed, stripped down to her undergarments and waiting for her fiance to return. And when he did, he was holding something Willow did not exactly expect. For a brief moment, panic gripped at her and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. But just as quickly as the feeling came on, she managed to hide it. "Oh, you found my extra pills?" She told him as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. "I figured we might be in for a long haul, so I made sure to pick up a few extras at the Walmart. I don't think I'd be able to walk without them." She smiled at Brandon ruefully. |
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| Strompy | Aug 18 2015, 03:34 AM Post #2440 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon was having a hard time justifying continuing this conversation. Willow was ready and willing. They could talk about this later. They only had a few minutes before... No. "Um, okay. Shouldn't Annie be holding on to these though? She is the doctor and this is a lot of pills." he asked, forcing himself back on topic. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 18 2015, 03:54 AM Post #2441 |
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Is that so?
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Willow scratched her head innocently and looked up at Brandon. "I thought about that. But what if something happens to her stuff? Or to Annie? With everything at stake, I can't run the risk of running out of the only thing keeping me on my feet." Willow frowned at the prospect. "I just feel... better... if I know I got some nearby. You know? And yeah, maybe I got a lot, but better too much than too little. This stuff can be hard to find." |
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| Strompy | Aug 18 2015, 04:24 AM Post #2442 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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That sort of made sense. Even so this was a lot of pills. Brandon understood Willow was still in a lot of pain, but this was a hell of a lot of pills. He wasn't a doctor so he didn't know what they were just that they were extended release, but prescription pain meds were pretty heavy duty, and habit forming. One of his buddies back in New York got himself hooked on oxycodone, it was ugly. He knew the pain was bad, but what she had already was a lot. Also, the idea she felt she couldn't stand without them... he didn't know what kind of pain she was in but surely she knew nobody expected her to be doing somersaults. It made him think twice about how active they were being. Was that part of it? Did she feel pressured to perform for him? "You're not doing any of this for me are you?" he asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 18 2015, 04:43 AM Post #2443 |
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Is that so?
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"I..." Willow started to answer Brandon hesitantly, but stopped herself. Unwillingly, she frowned and looked away from him. "A little bit." She admitted quietly. "I feel like I need to prove myself still. To everyone else and especially you. And I know I don't need to and I know that it sounds stupid, but this is as much about proving it to myself as it is to you guys that I can handle this. That I'm not just the same scared girl I was back in Mount Kisco. But to do that, I need to be able to move." She looked back at Brandon and managed a smile. "The sex is a pretty good reason too. Although don't these things mess with your lady parts or something sex drive related? God I am either a horn dog or these pills are awesome." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Aug 18 2015, 07:29 AM Post #2444 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jimmy’s truck bumped along the Wyoming road as it headed north towards Green River. They hadn’t been on the move long, but when they got close enough, the plan was to pull over and find a vantage point hopefully overlooking the camp. Jimmy had powerful binoculars and an even more powerful scope on a sniper rifle, which was sure to make the surveillance easier. Still, they were flying pretty blind. Eli had only himself to blame for that. “So this Cory guy – what does he even look like?” Jimmy asked. “I’ve never actually seen him,” Eli admitted. “I only know him from his voice on the radio. An’ from his reputation.” “Lovely,” Jimmy said, then chuckled disbelievingly. “So we’re on a quest to kill a guy, and you don’t even know what he looks like.” “He’s a skinhead,” Eli said. “Bald, combat boots, nazi tattoos, jacked… When we see him, we’ll know.” He recalled Marcus’ description of the guy, if only vaguely. Eli might have thought it was exaggerated – at the time he gave it, Marcus and his girlfriend had just come out the other end of a harrowing experience – but Ajay, the med student at Flint, had encountered Cory as well. His report the morning after was very similar. “Well anyway, he sounds like a real charmer,” Jimmy said. “Yeah, it was real charming the way he left Maxwell in that junkyard,” Eli said bitterly. “Gave him a gun, outed him as a traitor, and then told us to go get him.” Cory had created the perfect storm of desperation, Eli had to admit. The kind of scenario that could only end in blood. In that case, it was Glenda’s blood. And it seemed like Cory had arranged it all for fun. Plus, there were the bodies he strung up on the Blue Water Bridge, and the killings and sexual assaults he had overseen while he was one of the commanders there. It was bad news all around. Cory was bad news personified. He needed to be cancelled, Eli thought to himself over and over. In his peripheral vision, he saw that Jimmy was looking at him. He seemed to be studying him, with a more neutral face than Eli was accustomed to him having. For a split second, he thought he might be in for another warning or debating point, and from Jimmy of all people. “What?” Eli asked. “Nothing,” Jimmy said. “Just looking forward to killing this oh-so-charming guy.” Eli blinked, and then focused his attention forward on the road. No debate. No argument. It was kind of a relief. “Yeah,” Eli said. “Me too.” |
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| Strompy | Aug 18 2015, 08:51 AM Post #2445 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That last part is all me." Brandon reassured her with a sleazy grin. He didn't like Willow in pain, and he liked her doped up on slightly better. She didn't deserve his suspicion though. He had no reason to believe this was a problem. It was off putting, but he trusted her. With an acknowledging nod he put the pills back in her bag and left both bags by the door. "How much time do we have now?" he wondered out loud. Who cares? He rejoined Willow. ... "Five minutes." Emily repeated as Brandon finally appeared for that practice he was talking about ten minutes later. "Sorry, there was something I had to do." Brandon explained vaguely. "So, sensei. What're we doing?" she asked dryly. "Basic. Throwing a punch. Anyone here ever punched anyone?" he asked those who turned up. |
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