Comments | cougar_ridge_v2: GAME ENTRY 5 // "OBJECTS OF LOVE" // NOV 19

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GAME ENTRY 5 // "OBJECTS OF LOVE" // NOV 19 - 25, 2007

Dec 15, 2015 00:23

A Welcome back, Jack message is written on the wall of his coffee house - because what would Jack’s be without a cryptic message scrawled on his wall in blood red?

If honey's what you covet,
You'll find that I love it,
Because I'll guzzle
Up the thing you prize!

The city's going downhill,
So I'll give it a thrill
And I'll take any gift of love

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cr_ronald_felps November 19 2007, 09:29:16 UTC

Barry came through with the van. The lift takes me in the side, I lock my wheels to staples in the floor, and I knuckle it out of the chair and over to the driver's seat. Spent a lot of the last week trying it out-trying it out over to Vegas and back. I probably should have let someone know I wouldn't be in to work, but what are they going to do? Fire a crippled black vet?

Anyway, I won more than I lost, spent more than I won on a hooker who was happy to pretend I was just like anyone else, and made up the difference in the free drinks they give you so you're too stupid drunk to gamble right. But skipping the hooker wouldn't have left me with enough for a new pair of legs, right?

But now I'm back, and on the clock again, working the register and stocking shelves.

Way back in the liquor aisle, I've got to stock about two cases of scotch. I swear, if anyone ever really wanted to immobilize the Ridge, the first thing they ought to do is carpet bomb Scotland. When was the last time this place sold a bottle of fucking brandy? Or ( ... )

jacksonnero November 19 2007, 09:33:16 UTC

"You've not been back a day," Debs said.

"I know," I replied.

"A day."

"Yeah."

"And already the crazies are out."

I sigh, thinking she's right and I remembered why I didn't miss this place. On the other hand I'm going to paint the wall fully red later today, and it's probably nothing. It's incredibly bad, though. I gave Deupty Dawg... Doyle, I mean Deputy Doyle the security tapes - after the last time cryptic messages happened I had cameras installed around the place, just to see. Problem is that one of them has a bit of smoke damage from the fire at the Cheshire.

As you might be able to tell, I don't rate Deputy Doyle too highly. She's not another Vincent, but I don't think she's that good as a law enforcement officer. Barty's got the ability to see shades of grey, whereas Doyle has a bit of a black and white view of things. It doesn't help I called her Deputy Dawg not long after she started....

Oh well, it's opening time.

terry_burroughs November 19 2007, 10:24:33 UTC

I wake up someone hammering at the front door. Wham, wham, wham. It's déjà vu. I could swear I've lived through this before. The repairman will be out working on the garage door and it'll start raining. No, wait, no, different time, there's nothing wrong with the garage now so why's he working on it again? God my head hurts.

I crack my eyes open to slits and the sun pricks them like hot needles through the cracks in the blinds. I'm like a vampire I reflect irritably as I turn away, scurrying away from the light. Please someone hurry up with the stakes!

My eyes finally adjust and, fighting back the urge to be sick, I look around me. I'm lying curled up on the couch in the same clothes I was wearing Sunday night. An empty bourbon bottle and three glasses sit on the coffee table. One of them is still half full, so I pick it up and sniff it. (Well, it's bourbon, surprise huh?)

Wham, wham, wham.I jump. Fuck! I have to make that hammering stop. My head feels like it's going to split wide open. Still holding the ( ... )

Room Five stu_appleman November 19 2007, 11:25:55 UTC

The house is bought, making Tuesday the deadline for eviction. It's important that I be in the Ridge for what's coming so I have to find somewhere new. The voice knows just the place.

It's early afternoon when I drive up to the Four Maples Motel and walk into Pitt's office. He's sitting behind his desk, looking kinda surprised when he sees me. I tell him I need a room.

He doesn't say anything right away, just glances over his logs and picks a key. The number on the little red tag reads '5'.

"Nah," I tell him. "I don't want that one."

"Then which?"

"Number Thirteen."

Well, the cocksucker really gets a funny look on his face then. Like--you want what? To his credit though, he recovers pretty quick ( ... )

cr_bjorn_waaler November 19 2007, 12:02:40 UTC

Journal Entry - 11/19

The weather in Cougar Ridge has proven very unpredictable. An unseasonably heavy snowfall could have made for some very unpleasant nights last week had I not prepared the camp early. For once I'm thankful for Sven's constant worrying. He warned me about the erratic weather in this region and convinced me to be ready for anything ( ... )