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[mgw] 112 - robert benchley quote

Oct 20, 2008 20:25

"Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing."It wasn’t like he was the chatty type, but silence wasn’t his natural state. He had shit to say, he fucking said it and didn’t hold back. Opinions got expressed, and issues got settled with words instead of fists. That was the way Ma taught him ( Read more... )

mgw: challenges, muses gone wild, verse: officer keeks, who: parker cheverus

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yeah_itsnatural October 21 2008, 03:52:58 UTC

Parker was tired. She was damn tired, and really that could have been the only reason she hadn't fought, just climbed in the car and went with it. No questions asked.

But that didn't mean she didn't have a shit load of them bouncing around in her brainspace.

She didn't want to drive the Christian Tory's funeral. Hell she didn't want Christian Tory to be dead period, especially so since he'd done it to himself, but that was a matter she just plain wasn't willing to deal with at all.

Shifting slightly, she blinked, yawning hugely as she straightened up in her seat. "Where are we?"

big_callahan October 21 2008, 04:18:23 UTC

"Somewhere between Michigan and Bumblefuck, Nowhere." Cain deadpanned quietly, glancing over at her briefly as she straightened. She was a sleepy mess, all tousled blonde curls and flushed cheeks...

Rolling his shoulders, he put his focus back on the road. "You okay?"

yeah_itsnatural October 21 2008, 04:26:18 UTC

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, yawning halfway through the words. "You think we could stop for the night? I know I've been sleepin' the whole time but I could kill for a pillow and some chinese food in bed with free HBO, y'know?"

Yawning, again, she pressed her shoulders back into the seat and arched her back forward, letting all the bones crack back into place and shift into comfort before she slumped back, tugging her knees up to rest her head on.

big_callahan October 21 2008, 13:28:07 UTC

"Whatever blows yer skirt...up." he grunted in reply, briefly distracted by her stretching in the corner of his vision. Jesus Christ, the girl could bend some interesting ways, and he was an asshole. And needed to get laid. Shit.

He was no stranger to self-control, however, so he hardly sweated the details as he started scanning for a hotel. "Keep yer eyes peeled, I ain't seen shit in a good long while."

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