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Jesse Custer ([info]cowboy_god) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2011-06-24 19:20:00

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Entry tags:fight club, jesse custer, veronica mars

Boys and girls - Fight Club Challenge (Veronica)
It was a typical day for Jesse Custer. He moved about The City, watching out for things he could help with. Seeing if there were any new faces about. Occasionally playing with the stupid fucking phone thing that The City had given him. Occasionally even doing the right thing with it. He had breakfast in a diner and lunch in a diner. It didn't compare to Zoe's cooking, of course. Nothing compared to a nice home cooked meal. But Jesse just wasn't the kind of guy who spent a lot of time doing his own work in the kitchen. There were simple things he could do, eggs, bacon, pancakes for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. But sometimes it was just easier to eat someplace else. Besides, it meant that he didn't have to clean, either.

He was currently standing outside said chosen lunch establishment, lighting his post meal cigarette. He looked in the direction of a couple of young guys who were having an argument about god. He shook his head.

"May not be no God here," He said to himself. "But he existed at one time."

Not to mention there was, well, himself. Maybe people didn't pray to him and ask him to bless their dinners and watch over their sick grandmas, but there were people here who knew very well what he could do. People who trusted in his abilities. Maybe one or two who revered him. Just a little.

He turned to walk from diner and continue on his random path through The City and came face to face with a blonde. At least he didn't actually run into her like he had Castiel. Didn't do much good to be God if you couldn't so much as tell when another person was walking toward you.

"Scuse me, darlin" He gave her a smile and waited for her to go around so they didn't end up doing that stupid dance trying to get by one another.



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[info]cowboy_god
2011-07-22 08:18 pm UTC (link)
Jesse relaxed. He'd much rather be friends with people than enemies. He liked being friendly, he liked being able to see people places and have a nice chat. He didn't like having to worry about what somebody might try.

"Good t'hear it." His smile was quite big now. "There's plenty of weird shit goin on in this place. Plenty of stuff to look into. I'm sure that yer gonna have a great grand time doin investigatin things. Plus, ya got plenty of people to meet around here. All kinds. You never know who you might run across."

And he really didn't want Veronica to run afoul of Hannibal Lecter. If he was behind the murders, then doing anything to stop him or find out what was going on would be getting on his bad side. She might have to meet him, as everybody seemed to meet everybody here, but she didn't have to be on the wrong side of it.

Not to mention, the papers said something about two people involved, and Jesse just had no idea who that other person could be. Somebody just as bad as him, no doubt.

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