wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Sept 9, 2010 21:43:07 GMT -5
I gave him a cold glare and shook my head. "I'm not scared of blood..." I answered, my voice breaking and shaking. I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to forget and get over the thought of all that I had gone through as a kid, all that shit.... it was nothing less then torture. I whimpered and rubbed my eyes then growled and glared again. Stop being a fucking baby Mittwoch, it is just poison and you are all grown up... I thought, pulling the fabric away from my lip and looked at it carefully. Still bleeding. I sighed and gagged again but whipped my hand over my mouth and held back from puking. I groaned and leaned against the car more, trying desperately to get my barrings.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Sept 10, 2010 12:47:34 GMT -5
What was the matter with him, he never acts this way around blood. "You don't look so good. You should lay down in the back seat." I said and walked around to the front of the car, leaning over and looking in the hood trying to find the thing wrong so we could get out of here. There were a few things that were out of place but how could I fix them? I had no tools whatsoever but I guess I could try anyhow. "What did you fix and didn't?" I asked and looked at the fellow Week. He looked rather pale and sick, "You know what never mind." I said and looked back down.
I can tell we were close to getting out of here, I could feel it. Though that creepiness still stayed, the sooner we got out of here the better.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Sept 10, 2010 22:50:24 GMT -5
I grumbled under my breath some kind of annoyed insult at Tuesday's attempt to take control of the situation and try to get me to feel better. He was the fucking idiot that got me in this position in the first place and now he was complaining about me acting so ill all the sudden. "I don't need to lay down, moron, I just hate..." I paused to swallow and cleared my throat, this time not gagging when I did. "...getting blood all in my mouth..." I finished, wiping my face off more before sniffing and backing away then toward the car again, giving it a look and pretending nothing had happened. Finally the panic was almost over. "You can't fix this thing without my help, or at all. Your fuck stupid and I'm not, end, plain and simple." I said not looking at the other week. "Now, I can fix this piece of shit, like I said before, out of just about anything, car related or not, and if you want to get out of here I need to do that now. I won't be able to function all properly, for much longer without food." I explained. Though I didn't feel bad now I just puked but didn't actually barf up anything, which wasn't good. I had nothing in my system and I got cranky and very crazy when that happened. As much as I hated Tuesday and didn't care what happened to him, or what he witnessed, I didn't want to get that bad off to where I was hunting for lizards or buzzards to eat out in this desert.
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Sept 11, 2010 12:40:52 GMT -5
I decide to ingone him for now pretty soon he get his stupid ass moving, "Look you know I don't give a fuck, now will you get to work so we can get out of here?" I said looking at him under my shades, he still was acting weird even though he was calling me names. He wasn't being his normal fuck face he usally is, that isn't a good sign-I mean what if he starts going crazy. God hopefully not. I wouldn't want to drag his fucking ass all over the place, I hate him seriously. Something about him being weak than being all tough and trying to hide his fears just annoys me even more, in a one way I can understand him being afraid of saying anything but even then he wouldn't tell me. Its really to bad that he is such a idiot, he could make a great leader if he tried.
Arg, fuck, fuck. He needs to push himself off a clif and die. I would absolutely love that, or perhaps I could push him. That sounds nice.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Sept 14, 2010 15:24:12 GMT -5
"I Fucking know, okay? I don't need some shit-head like you telling me what I already know full-good-and-well. Just shut up and go find me a large metal pole and a piece of wood, now." I barked, growling at him the way a pissed off wolf would a threat on it's turf. I glared at him as hatefully as I could pull together on such little strength and waited for him to get his fat-ass moving so we could get out of here. If he wanted it so bad he needed to quit bothering the fuck out of me and get to work doing what I said, stop talking, standing around and move it.
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Post by tuesday on Sept 15, 2010 18:55:53 GMT -5
I just glare at him and walk away, "Fine, fuck face." I hissed and wandered off, I went back to the shack and looked around for a large pole and a piece of wood. I hope I'll be able to find at least one of them, if I don't however, find both Mr. Fucker-of-the-must-jack ass-people-out-there will tear my head off. I pick up a handy dandy pole and walk off carrying it. Now just for wood...the pole was heavier then I thought it was, it was pretty long. Fuck. I keep walking telling myself that it wasn't that bad. Of course it wasn't! Man up, man! I can take this and ten times over! I'm a fucking Week. I make my way out of the shack as I almost trip on a log, I stand up fully and brush my shirt off swearing under my breath and leaning scooping it up and taking that.
Fuck face had better like this! I walk over where he is and set them against the car, the sun was getting in my eyes blinding me for a second. I close my eyes and open them again stumbling back some, I push my shades up my nose further and sigh. "There you are, fuck face." I said calmly regaining my sight and smiling some at him.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Sept 17, 2010 12:01:07 GMT -5
I was under the car again checking over some pipes when he came back up, so I slid out and examined what he had brought me to use. I clapped my hands together and let the dust fly free of them. "Thank you, Fuck-facey-face..." I muttered looking thoughtfully at the pole he brought. I frowned though, It was too long to work in the break area. I thought about how I-Or Tuesday-was going to shorten it up so I could even use the damn thing but as I glanced around me and wiped my hair out of my eyes, nothing I could see would work. "Uhm, only issue, dope, is that this is to long. I need it to be like a foot long, so we need to get this broken down, now." I said, handing the pole back to him then taking the plank of wood away. "This will do, so get that shortened somehow and then get it back to me, I'll work on under the hood instead while your busy." I turned with the wood and went back to fixing up the car. I pushed the plank of wood up under the front of the car, then, straining more then I assumed I would have at first, lifted the whole front up, the plank holding it there while I did my thing. I leaned on the car afterward and panted, exhausted for the moment after using so much energy like that. Fuck....
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tuesday
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Post by tuesday on Sept 17, 2010 12:21:17 GMT -5
I look down at it and think of how I could break it down, I knock on it, it was not hollow so I couldn't take a knife to it. I sigh and grab it so it was a whole foot long, I bend it and keep bending until it begun to break, I stop and take a breath and then snap it off. I put the other part down and walk back over to him, "This alright?" I asked and handed it to him. I wiped my forehead off and sighed looking toward the sun, stupid thing felt like it was already burning my back. I unbutton my shirt more at the top so it was hanging open, I slip my hands on my hips and wait for him to speak. He looked like he was going to faint, he needed to eat. And drink, Damn. Its way to hot out here....but for right now we needed to get working and get the fuck out of here so we can eat and drink. And get the fucking mission done.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Sept 23, 2010 10:58:14 GMT -5
I tapped something under the hood until it sounded like fluid was dripping through it once again, satisfied that it was as I wanted it I turned to Tuesday and took the metal pole away and checked it over. "Yeah, this looks good, but I need you to shave off the end of it on this side, flat and on this side round. Like a spear, so I can use it where I need it. Kay?" I filled him in then handed it back, and continued my work, hurrying in preparations for the pole when Tuesday had it finished. Aside from the tires being replaced we would be in-nearly-perfect shape to hit the road yet again and get to our mission in Boise.
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Post by tuesday on Sept 24, 2010 16:12:07 GMT -5
-- It was three hours later -- Finally we were on the road again, even though you had to start slowing down about ten feet to what you were stopping for, Wednesdays did the best he could. I mean whatever we were moving again, it would over-heat faster sometimes so you had to make sure you didn't go to fast. I sigh, he was driving which was nice cause I could relax a little, plus he had more road rage and could pass someone real fast. I just sigh and look out the window and the things pasting by so quickly. I just sigh, "When will we get there?" I asked and looked at the map.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Jan 23, 2011 18:58:41 GMT -5
I growled some at his stupid questions as I tried to steer the half dead piece of shit around a sickly sharp turn. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I repeated, shushing him like a mad man after. I wanted to take my hand off the wheel and slap him but I needed to keep both of them on just in case. The right side of the car was weaker then the left and literally whenever you turned that way all of the gas fluid and parts shuttled over to that side instead of staying in their places. I kept repeating my new phrase until he stopped being a fucking dumb ass, askin' me how much longer like a five year old on a road trip, and shut his pie hole.
When the turn was behind us and the car stopped sounding like it was about to crack in two I turned to look at him with huge eyes. "We're almost there. About another hour's drive." If I could look like anything else, it would be a cat with it's fur sticking straight up and it's claws dug deep into the closest surface under/around me.
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Post by tuesday on Jan 23, 2011 19:17:03 GMT -5
I look up from the map from under my shades I let go of it and look down at my watch, "Good. That will give us time..." I tried to keep the fear from my voice...this car was a piece of shit and would die soon, we just needed to get to the border and at least a new car shop before than. "...keep your eyes on the road for any more...oil or other parts." I mumbled and sunk down in the seat looking at the map again glancing out the windshield a few times, there was this horrible feeling in my gut and I had no idea why....
Some other cars PASSED us which was kind of nice to know that as we neared closer there were people, real people. I felt the worry wash itself away so I tried to relax.
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wednesdays
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Post by wednesdays on Jan 23, 2011 19:29:34 GMT -5
I nodded over and over again, staring blankly out at the road with wide eyes, worried something was about to fly out of nowhere and attack us again like the oil had. Or that old scary woman. Thankfully though, it was still light out and I could see the road ahead clearly. Nothing but other cars driving in sight.
I sighed some and tried to stop being so tense, but it was hard. Relaxing would be impossible until this fucking hell bound mission was over and I was alone again. Oh, how I longed to get a nice hot fresh beagle at that cozy diner back home, then go sit on Tuesday's sexy black mustang all night and watch the clouds go by over the bright stars. That was the life. Who needed a girlfriend, kids, friends or parents? Pff!! I sure as hell didn't. Just me, myself and I. I was a longer... A drifter. And that made me bad ass.
I sat there in the seat thinking back on the places I would much rather be, not saying anything else to the fuck face because I didn't really even hear him. It was like he was that annoying static on the radio that you tune out while your favorite song plays loud.
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Post by tuesday on Jan 23, 2011 21:15:42 GMT -5
I stare out the window quietly thinking to myself-he was being rather quiet himself which made me ever more worried and in wonder...what could he possibly be thinking, what was on his mind? Wait, that was giving him too much credit he hardly had a brain I doubt he thinks about nothing but himself and even than, he is messed up-twisted in his own fantasy tied up in his whole world...he is one crazy son of bitch. I sniff and sigh closing my eyes rubbing them somewhat, "....you should slow down." I say firmly this car has no way of stopping suddenly, I felt more worry build up...my stomach felt knotted up, great.
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