| Field Test |
[Jul. 5th, 2012|04:27 pm] |
Richie checked himself in the mirror. The custom jacket had finally come in from the leather shop. Plenty of holster slots for the various gear Grandpa Digger had passed on to him. It wasn't as if he really had a lot else going on, so he'd figured he'd give the whole 'do-gooder' thing a shot. At the very least, he could give Walker some backup if he got himself in any of his usual Freaky Stuff.
"So... what do you think?" He turns to his host, cracking a smile. |
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| Most Grandfathers Would Just Send A Cheque |
[Mar. 28th, 2012|05:56 am] |
Richie took the stairs up to the penthouse. Besides being good exercise, it gave him time to think. He'd continued sending word back home once a week or so, but he still wasn't ready to go back. How do you just go back to people who lied to you like that? It was nice that they were still covering his credit cards, but you can't buy trust. Still, he had a place to crash, thanks to Walker, and he had fresh underwear, thanks to today's shopping.
He opens the door into the hallway, and then stops in his tracks. There's a crate in front of the door. A big crate. A big wooden crate. No packing slip.
The first thing he can say is, "..please don't be a body."
Hey, Jude gets into Weird Shit.
He gets out his phone and dials Jude. "Dude, are you home? There's a big-ass crate outside your door.
Where do you even get a wooden crate these days?" |
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