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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
Hello? An... y rea.... e? Fuc.... orm to.... me hal.... e mountain.
H... o? |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Fuckin' finally.
Best gotta damn good reason t'have hid m'clothes in November, cowboy. Ain't no good reason make a man run around naked, this cold. |
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[Aug. 31st, 2008|05:00 pm] |
Some'n ain't right.
Why these people keep followin' me 'round, eh? You put 'em up t'this, cowboy? |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|04:15 pm] |
Thank God I finally got my ass back to civilization.
Someone wanna tell me why my mountain sank t'the ocean there for a few days? Th'Hell kinda place is this?
[[ooc: Jack had been farming in Italy (for Athos and Porthos, I think I remember?), when Europe sank into the ocean. I'm going to assume he didn't have a phone with him, since he's not used to them anyway, and he's just now getting back on the grid (other than perhaps a 'I'm not dead' call to Ennis, I'm guessing- unless you want to go for the dramatic). Needless to say, he's rather pissed.]] |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|12:26 am] |
Another city, another party.
How 'bout one'a you fine ladies meetin' me at the Hyatt for a drink? My treat.
[ooc: Jack Twist is filling the country-star void that Aziraphale has created, suddenly being... elsewhere. He's a cocky hick-hop sonuvabitch. Beware!] |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|06:38 am] |
...right. I'll be gone... on assignment. Yes. For several weeks.
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Yes. |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
Somebody want t'explain t'me, why m'daughter's 'partment standin' empty? Ain't nothing there. Ain't no sign of Junior an' Drew neither. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|06:46 pm] |
Somethin' ain't right.
Jack! Th'hell's goin' on, Jack? |
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[Mar. 1st, 2008|12:28 am] |
( Ennis ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|08:39 am] |
Alma, your resume looked fine, so we can discuss your hours at your earliest convenience.
For anyone who is in Park City ... having come across a disturbing trend over the past week or so, I ordered surplus of all the basic childhood vaccines. It's my understanding that some people here, whether because of time differences or otherwise, haven't gotten themselves up-to-date.
Starting today and ending ... well, whenever the surplus is gone, I'll be vaccinating people for a flat rate of seven dollars to cover needle expenses. I seem to have some medical record for the majority of the people here, for some reason or another. Tetanus and Rabies are especially important here, since the exposure to animals and the odd rusty nail isn't so uncommon. I've had a few close brushes already.
( Alma )
( Bobby ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|01:41 am] |
's late, an' I'm up.
Mark's over t'night, 'cept I was in bed when he came, so I couldn't say hi.
Mama havin' a boyfriend other 'an Daddy's weird, 'cause Daddy didn't never have t'come over, h'always lived with us.
( Papaw, Daddy an Grampa Jack ) |
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[Feb. 19th, 2008|06:55 pm] |
World'd be a nice place with no men innit. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:52 pm] |
Sumthin' ain't quite right here, now. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
I'm b'ginning t'think I don't like girls much.
Least not th'ones at school. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
( Jack Twist )
Edit:
[Jamie] If a man named Jack Twist pops up in the apartment, I told him you'd keep him company since I'm taking to Ennis tonight. He's gay but taken, love, so no worries. [/Jamie] |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|08:53 pm] |
Fuck.
M'little girl is here. Junior. She's here. With...her son. M'grandson. Calls me 'papaw'.
Ain't no mistake.
He's Jack's grandson too. Junior an' Bobby. I ain't never thought that. They ain't never ev'n met, last I knew.
Ain't possible, her bein' fr'm th' future an' all. Ain't possible.
Jack ain't dead. He's right 'ere an' we's owning this here ranch, th'two a'us. He ain't dead in th'grave. He ain't. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:46 pm] |
Ok, I don't know where my friends team mates are. I tried to phone, but I'm not having luck.
I'm a father. Lyssa just had a little girl. Rain Harper. |
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[Feb. 9th, 2008|10:24 pm] |
Don't s'pose 'ere's any other ranchers on'is thing, lookin' f'work? S'a lotta fuckin' acres f'two of us.
...'Maybe somebody jus' lookin' for a drink? Love ol' Sara an' Ennis t'death, but I could use a bit'a conversation with somethin' willin' t'talk back.
( Trindle ) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
( Jack ) |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
God damn wolf gutted one a'my sheep and th'rain soaked m'matches. Fuckin' pisser of a day. |
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[Feb. 4th, 2008|07:38 pm] |
Okay. Whoa.
Where the hell am I? This isn't helping the headache I was already getting... |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:24 pm] |
What the hell?
I think I need to get my meds adjusted cause I swear I just saw a tornado. In the middle of winter.
And how the hell did I get in the stands at the Super Bowl?
I must be dreaming. Bit like a nightmare, actually. I want to wake up. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:10 pm] |
Well.
Hey party people. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
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Newspaper's dated 2008.
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What happened t'the last 25 years? |
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[Jan. 29th, 2008|09:23 pm] |
'Damn hard storm. 'Anybody gettin' this? I lost m'damn horse... Bossman's gonna have my hat.
Anybody, please reply. |
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