Pete Dunham...where's your famous GSE? (notthemajor) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-09-15 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica moore, pete dunham |
WHO: Pete Dunham and Jessica Moore
WHAT: Waking up from the dead in Kansas
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: A few blocks from the complex, in Lawrence
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: TBA, but graphic language warning, for sure.
Pete Dunham gasped for air as he was drawn back to life by some power unknown. Fucking hell, his body ached, especially his head. With a low grunt, Pete got himself to his feet and took a look around. The GSE was nowhere. Millwall's firm was nowhere to be found. And he definitely wasn't at the fucking Millennium Dome. Bloodied and battered, Pete stretched and groaned, taking in a deep breath and looking around. Never mind the fact that it was suddenly no longer mid afternoon, it didn't even look like he was still in England, if he was honest with himself. Where the hell was he?
With his wrist, Pete wiped at the blood he could taste still oozing from his mouth. He might actually be missing a tooth or two, but he'd have to check in a mirror when he got a chance. First things first, he ought to get out of wherever he was so that he wasn't so out in the open and vulnerable. Although, to be fair, he thought he did have a bit of a leg up being that he looked as though he'd been beaten to death. Mainly, because he had been. Most people would probably shy away from someone looking as rough as Pete could only guess he did.
After a few minutes, he decided it was time to move. He was accomplishing fuck all standing there looking like a half-dead cunt, after all. So, Pete started walking down the street, figuring eventually he'd find something or someone who could point him in a direction — any direction — to get cleaned up and get his shit in a line. And once he did, he would find Tommy Hatcher and he would make that fucker pay.