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Post by Slake on Aug 11, 2010 12:20:16 GMT -5
PLOT!
Wednesdays and Tuesday have been hired by the sister of Louy Benmen, head of the new U.S construction company, to find her brother and bring him back. He owed a lot to a crime lord named Robin dah best, and until he is able to pay up what he owes, he will be put through unspeakable things. If Tuesday and Wednesdays can recover him and return him back home to San fran, he can continue construction on the new highway that will eventually lead out of the country on a "tube-pass" so they can get more medical, food and water supplies from the outside. But if Robin dah best grows weary of the whining constructionaire, it might be too late for the two bickering weeks to save him in time.
Status: [glow=blue,2,300]Alive![/glow]
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 12:41:15 GMT -5
The rain dripped down my lips along with blood from my forehead-no maybe it was my nose. Fuck. I don't know, I look up at the man standing in front of me holding his knife close to him-his face was dark the only thing I could make out was his eyes. Cold red glaring eyes looking right at me, I try to move my body but I couldn't something holding me down, so weak. Keep walking. I pull my gun from my belt and fire the man goes down blood draining from his mouth, I see his face. I see my face.
I wake up to realize we had stopped at a gas station, I hit my head against the seat behind me and groan. "Wednesday! Why have we stopped? I told you to keep going until we reached the boarder!" I yelled looking around for the fool. I saw him inside paying the man at the counter. I take my seatbelt off and climb out of the car-lifting my arms above my head. I felt sore from that dream, it happens all the damn time. I hate sleeping.
I get my legs moving and walk into the station, Wednesday throws me a glance I point at the restroom and disappear into it.[/color]
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 13:02:51 GMT -5
What a freakin' rip-off! This was one very good reason I hated The Wilder Straight, if for nothing else, all the gas stations and stores charged as much as possible for everything. It was the one place you go to empty your wallet, coat pockets and lose your mamma's borrowed lunch money. I sighed and growling angrily as I left the station and approached the car, pulling a candy bar from my back pocket that I had "lifted" from desk while the gas-man was knacking on his bitch friend. She was hot. Weirdly enough, those Spanish lookin' woman get me every time and I would have asked for her number, or maybe for a moment out-back in the bathroom, but that positively obnoxious voice of my "partner" persuaded me otherwise. I couldn't keep miss whiner waiting for a second or else I'd be hearing about it all day. I bit the end of the wrapper of the Stael candy bar and ripped it off, spitting it bitterly to the dusty ground under my black, heel-boots. It was dead summer and even though we were only in Ohio, the heat was keeping up with us. "Stop complaining and cash it, dude. The car needed gas and I needed some energy." I said, waving the candy bar about before taking a huge chomp out of it. I pulled the gas pump from it's holder and shoved it into the car's half exposed gas-tank with no cover, chewing on the painfully hard sweet. "This is terrible tasting, I should ask for a refund." I mused, leaning against the black car and peering in the open door way, only to see Tuesday glaring at me with those hateful eyes. "Whut? You want some?" I asked, holding it out playfully toward him, a smile unable to keep it self from showing all over my rough face.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 13:25:23 GMT -5
I glare hard at him but smile sweetly and nod moving closer to it, snatching it from his hand and throwing it out the window to the right on the ground. I cross my arms and lean back in the seat, "I'm driving." I said finding my voice rather husky and kind of breaking. Some water still clung to my face it felt good in this heat, this piece of shit car doesn't have air condition so we have to have the windows down, sitting in one area for too long is annoying its even worse when you're stuck with that pathetic excuse for a man-more like pathetic excuse for anything.
The stress would just get worse I just know it, I push shades on and sigh hoping to get the hell out of here fast. People liked robbing others in this 'town' it is one of the most horrible places in the wilder straight and just to think that lame-brain picked it. I turn my face to look out the window tapping my fingers on the side of the window.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 13:39:24 GMT -5
I gasped in shock when he took my candy bar away from me, shocked-slightly-that he had taken what was mine and thrown it away, even though it was no cost to me it was still food that he was throwing away. I gave a pout face and finished up with the gas-pump, sliding into passengers side of the car and slamming the door shut. "I hate having to sit shot-gun. It's stupid, and you drive like an old granny on steroids to keep her chill while shes in heat and watching the men run by in speedos." I complained crossing my arms as childly as I could. It was one thing to be bullied and have my food taken away when I was killer hungry, but it was another when someone takes my driving station. I. ALWAYS.DRIVE. I don't care if it's Elvis, the president or my own ass that wants the seat, it's mine. But for whatever reason I felt I should save my argument for a better time when I felt more passionate physically and with it mentally. In this heat I am unable to think properly, or at all, at times, so I needed to just relax and retaliate later when he wasn't prepared for it.
"Revenge is all I can say," I growled before lowering my voice deeper and hissing, "Revenge...." I fiddled my fingers around a bit up at the hight of my temples before calming back down and slumping down into my seat.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 13:59:18 GMT -5
I start the car and put it in drive and pull out of the lot, I speed up some as we get on the high-way some moron was already trying to pass us, asshole. I pass him and quickly and switch lanes back to the slower one, "Would you stop humming? Its annoying." I said propping my elbow on the window side and rubbing the side of my head.
These sunglasses needed to be darker they didn't block out enough stuff as they should. Whatever it didn't matter right how all that mattered is that we get to the boarder quickly. "No radio either! The music you listen to sounds like people fucking dying." I said rubbing my eyebrow some. I reach in my pocket and pull a cigarette from it, I pop it in my mouth and light it inhaling the exhaling hoping it would make some of the stress go away I place one hand on the wheel again and stay at a steady speed.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 14:14:23 GMT -5
I scoffed and sat forward, turning the dial further to the left toward the country music channel. I wasn't sure what kind of music Tuesday liked but if he had something against journey I thought it would be best to hit the polar opposite, that being some hick tunes. Some of the music from these kinds of people was fun to bop to, but the morals of all their stories and songs were all the fuckin' same, and I hated repetitive things. Tuesday is a repetitive thing, he will say the same things for three hours like now that I am touching the radio more and humming louder he will simply, and with his angry eyes, tell me to stop or else. It's the exact same way every time and it's very amusing to prove myself right in these matters. "You know, I love this song a lot, surprisingly, even though it is sung by one of the biggest hicks in the world." I stated very profoundly and flatly, pursing my lips like a teenage girl checking her chops in the mirror before the prom. "Guitars and Cadillacs, hillbilly music!" I sang, snapping my fingers to the beat and stomping my foot on the floor of our rusty rented car.
A van came flying up from behind us and almost rammed the back of the car, though, causing me to stop singing so loudly and watch them drive on past us in a rush. "What the fuck?" I sang in tune with the song, smiling over at my Celle, letting out a short giggle.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 14:35:46 GMT -5
I watched the car drive by-something about that was very wrong, I glance over at Wednesday and smile some. I pull the cigarette from my lips and let the smoke slip out too, I noticed he wasn't wearing his seatbelt so I slam on the brakes and make him almost hit the windshield. "Oh shit! I'm sorry this music just drives me fucking insane its hard for me to drive you know." I said flatly and shrug my shrugs some. I push the gas down and the car bolts, I saw a sign back that said there was a bump now I see the bump. I fly over it making him almost hit the roof.
Revenge, sweet revenge. I push the cigarette back in my mouth and try to think. How do people listen to this music? It is so annoying and slow and retarded! Oh wait that fit him very well. The view was plain and boring, I pass a few people and get closer to the van that passed us. Even though it was a whole car ahead of us I still could see the head of the driver, it was a blonde man looked like a fake blonde though. Stupid punk needs to go stuff himself and learn a lesson or get his stupid little ass beat until he's crying for his mama. I tried to calm myself down-though with this weather and being stuck with this idiot who calls himself a Week it is very hard.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 14:49:00 GMT -5
It was impossible to hold back a shriek in shock when the brakes where hit and when the car flew over the bump. My head was lucky enough to miss the windshield but not so much could be said for the roof impact. I rubbed the top of my head and glared over at him, his smug face required a first in it. "Fuckin' lying creep-fag, you did that on purpose! God I hope you die soon so I don't have to kill you, fuck-head!" I screamed, rubbing it with my other hand and cringing in pain as my head throbbed. In all the excitement I was more focused on making my head stop hurting and my next attack pattern but the van coming back into view caught my attention and I cocked my head to the side. Maybe this van had a death wish too?
"What are you doing you fuckin' Stalker? See some dude you like in the van, now you want to chase him? Cock suker..." I was determined to get him about as angry as myself and off his throne of wise-ass. I flipped him off and watched the Vehicle closer. "Some blonde guy... packing heat too." I noted, squinting my eyes against the hard Ohio sun.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 15:03:35 GMT -5
I glare at him and shake my head, "No I hate man who think their bitches. Now shut the fuck up or I'll shut you up." I said. I keep driving as fast as I could passing the van, now it seemed that this man thought we were racing so he went faster, damn it! I was already breaking the speed limit way over still yet I can't catch him. "If you weren't in the car we probably could go faster." I said throwing the cigarette out the window and pushing the shades up my nose more.
I start slowing down because the ground of the car started heating up. Not a good idea, I slowed down but looking over at the man in the van, just as I thought. Blonde haired man with a earing on his lip. Punk. I got behind him and slowed even more just a little bit above the speed limit. I look over at Wednesday and flick his head some, just to be annoying.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 15:58:04 GMT -5
"You, Miss. Bitch-head, can fucking make me!" was all I said back before Tuesday launched into a speed fest with the man in the white van. I glanced nervously back and forth between Tuesday and the van, penned to the seat under me, as he came flying up beside it then behind it again. Back to granny status, like always. "You know, so many dysfunctional relationships start with the wife cheating on the hubby, then her feeling frustrated in her situation she created for herself and taking it out on the hubby, which arouses his suspensions as to her anger causing activities." I stated, completely off topic but I was sure that just my presence and my voice was enough to drive him up a wall. which I hoped he wasn't going to demonstrate physically because we were in a car right now and he was driving. I bit my lip, to keep from smiling in victory, finally to silence myself when he didn't say much and crossed my legs on the dashboard, slumping down in the seat more. I stayed quiet like this for a while and watched the van on and off, but otherwise just let my eyes close and rest as I basked in the hot sun of The Wilder Straight. My head was still tingling in pain from the roof-bump but I was very tolerant of pain and I made myself ignore it and let my mind wander over other subjects. For so long I had been training myself this way, to just correct and move on from something that obviously bothered me. But.... regardless of the pain it might cause for the moment, in the long run it helped keep me young and moving. I was a week, and not just any week but WEDNESDAY! The most bad-ass motherfucker of the whole bunch of them. I muttered slightly under my breath with my eyes squeezed shut, as I calculated the exact distance between where we were now and Boise instead of dwelling on the past, like a sobbed up pussy. I had been there a few times last year for a job and it was well known that even taking the fastest route straight there, The Wilder Straight, It was still almost a four day travel, and that displeased me. I was already getting tired of this grouchy next to me and having to sit in the car with him for three more days sounded like hell on earth. I sighed finally and rubbed the back of my head against the seat, my stomach beginning to growl loudly enough for everyone in the car to hear it.
"Oh my God, now, RIGHT NOW, I wish I hadn't offered that candy bar to you, you ungrateful pooker. I am starving now out of my fuck-ing mind and I won't get relief for hours with your..." I held up four fingers and used my opposite pointer finger to provide some eye-candy for the five-year-old and to better help him understand what was being listed off AND if he was keeping track, just how many reasons why I was going to suffer because of him. "...Granny driving, huge ass that weighs down the car, vengeful behavior toward me, and your over-all and general refusal to pull over at the nearest gas-station and get some food. Chips, candy bars, even that powdered candy sounds nice right now, Or some hot food." I sat back against the seat and quieted down again, my burst of anger passing as quickly as my energy itself. I am so hungry! I whined and threw my head back, banging it on the tight leather and crossed my arms after pulling my coat and thin shirt open.
The van in front of us swerved for a quick moment before returning into it's proper lane. As if it was signaling someone.
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 16:25:36 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes at him, his foolishness I hated it so. I hated him so, I watched the road and rubbed the back of my head, it felt sweaty and wet. The hot sun poured in the car making it even hotter then it was a few minutes ago, this made me even more grumpy-I don't mind the heat but today it was fucking insane. I wipe my forehead off my hand started shaking pretty bad I quickly lower it placing it on the wheel and hope that he didn't see it, he would ask or poke me and that was the last thing I needed. The van sped up then slowed down for no reason, this man really needs to get off the road or pull over so I can teach that bitch something. "Hey jackass, get the map and tell me how far away we are from the boarder." I said looking over at the bum.
He turned his face toward me and put his middle finger up while he stuck his tongue out. I roll my eyes again but he couldn't tell because I had shades on.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 16:44:58 GMT -5
I didn't say anything because I started to fall asleep and after seeing that van-man flip Tuesday off with out him even seeing it, I had officially been given all the justice I needed to rest in peace. My dreams where short and riddled with bizarre things like sexy dancing woman and booze, then, randomly a teddy bear attacked and wanted to run the party. I was sure then that stale candy bars were not something one should eat before sleeping.
It wasn't until I could feel the cool air hitting me from the open window that I realized I must have been asleep for some time. I opened my eyes slowly, breaking away the hard, formed frown from the sun that covered my face, and glanced around the car and out the windshield to see what was going on. Tuesday was still driving but it seemed he was slowing down to pull off the road, the suspicious white van continued to drive on into the sunset. I winced at the orange glow and shaded my eyes with my wrist/hand. "I thought we weren't stopping until we reached the first boarder, you lie-case." I teased, stretching some and hitting the back of Tuesday's head. I snickered at his grizzled, annoyed expression and yawned tiredly. I sat up and stuck my head out the window half way to act as a blow-dryer as I styled my sleek sweaty hair. "If we haven't or have, we should pull over and get some sleep. Or you could let me drive until we reach a hotel and some food, not to mention some water." I sniffed absent mindedly and cleared my throat to keep the sleepy husky tone from my voice.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Aug 11, 2010 17:29:53 GMT -5
I was actually falling asleep until I felt the rude-waking-slap-on-the-head. I shrugged and rubbed my face trying not to show how tired I was, "Yeah. I'll pull over and you drive." I said as I pulled the car over. I shoved it in park and unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door standing up felt hard on my joints they all had been so still that it hurt to stand never mind walk. I walked around to the side of the car and waited for Wednesday to move his ass, "Come on, I'm hungry I wouldn't mind eating now move that slow pokey donkey ass of yours." I spat hoping he would stop being so slow and move, really I wanted to sit back down and eating wouldn't be so bad. My hand was shaking again perhaps it was because I haven't had anything to eat for hours, I groan and look up at the starry night so beautiful and much cooler.
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Post by wednesdays on Aug 11, 2010 17:40:57 GMT -5
I tsked and slithering from the car smoothly and rose face to face with him, pursing my lips again in a playful way and poked his chest. "You feeling hungry Mr. unbreakable?" I shoved past him, feeling extremely worn and bitter toward everyone, but mostly him for bing so harsh to me when it only came around to bit him back in the ass, as I knew it would.
I slipped back into the car on the drivers side and put it in drive before Tuesday could get in, allowing the car to roll a ways before pressing my foot back on the break with a snicker. "Your too slow old fart. Seriously, you should take speeding lessons, outside the car." I also snapped on my seat-belt, this time being prepared now that I had the ability to cause trouble.
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