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Tweak says, "she's yr cocaine"

LUCY. (amongbriars) wrote in audeamus,
@ 2008-04-25 18:38:00

Who: Lucy Williams (Br'er Rabbit)
What: ON THE ROAD AGAIN.
When: Sometime this afternoon.
Status/Rating: Complete narrative/Come on. It's Lucy. R for language.

The car was not hers. To be fair, it hadn't belonged to the dick she'd stolen it from either, but she'd be dropping it before the border anyway. No sense getting caught before she'd even gotten out. There were plenty of cars to replace it, anyway, even if it was a pretty sweet ride as SUVs went.

Her journal (a small maroon affair) was somewhere beneath the back seat of the Chevy, and if Lucy had had any say in it, it could have stayed there until the Sun exploded. Probably would have made things a hell of a lot easier if it did. But she wasn't stupid: those fuckers were killing Tales, and the only way they revealed anything about themselves was over the journals. No way to protect yourself without information, even if it was a couple of shitting twats gloating about their latest hit. Fuckers. Lucy had better things to worry about than their douchefaggotry. Like saving her fucking neck. And finding some goddamn cash. The wad she had stashed in her jeans was not going to hold up much longer, even if she did push that car's gas tank to the limit. Fuck.

She pulled off the highway to one of the little patches of dust and gravel, switching the car off. Fuckers. The lot of them. I mean, what did it matter to her if some twats were running around playing Freddie Kruger with a bunch of OTHER retarded twats? As long as they stayed the fuck away from her, she couldn't care less. So what if they'd killed Kelly. SO WHAT. She. Did. Not. Care.

Oh, hi, journal. Lucy hadn't remembered picking it up--or moving it to the front seat, for that matter. The thing had a funny way of creeping up on her when she least expected it. Bitch. But hey, she hadn't checked it in a couple hours; the way these fucktards updated, maybe Wanktard and Twatfucker had decided to swoop in. She could use some verification on where the hell they were. Fuck knew they moved damn quick. Maybe Jared the Hippie Fuck had posted. He seemed pretty good at getting people to tell him shit. Maybe some idiot had gone and blabbed boo-hoo, Mr. Barr is TAUNTING ME or what-the-fuck-ever at him. At least then she'd know they were still in Vegas.

She flipped through. Nothing. Nothing. Idiots talking about Dr. Who and that preggers lady bitching about getting fat. Boo fucking hoo. Did people seriously DROP IQ when they found out about their fucking tale shit? Christ. Nothing--

Something. Lucy flipped back to the front page, read more carefully. She had no idea who this fucker was, but he was looking for work and--well, what the fuck did she have to lose?

Nothing.