Tallahassee (nutup_or_shutup) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-03-03 11:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, tallahassee |
Who: Tallahassee & open
Where: Random parking lot, somewhere.
When: Evening of the 3rd
What: New Arrival
Warnings: Tallahassee's got a bad attitude, a shotgun, and he likes swearing.
Tallahassee had heard Little Rock’s shout, he’d seen the prize she’d lobbed his way, that spongy, yellow, delicious little bastard. It was right there within his grasp, so close he could almost taste it. But his fingers closed on empty air.
That was his first clue that something wasn’t right. His second clue was that the car and the girls were no longer there where they’d been a moment before.
His initial reaction to this was to rip into an impressive string of curse words, pinwheeling wildly between blisteringly obscene and utterly ridiculous.
He was also cursing anyone and everyone he knew, God, Satan, a number of saints, his bookie, the Time-Warner company, his parents, his grandparents, Walt Disney, the Seattle's Best coffee company, Lance Armstrong and any number of other people, he fell to his knees near the end of the tirade and once he ran out of breath he huffed, securing his hat and making sure his shotgun was also secure on his hip before rising again, dusting off his knees, and taking a look around.