' not m a n y ' he retorted , arms crossing over his chest as his eye remained glued on her . there was no sign of malice in his expression , merely an emotionless facade plastered across his features . ' comfort . . . for both ME and anyone that doesn’t appreciate g o r e '
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there wasn’t a fiber in her being that paid attention to the laughter, the speeches, the pointless resolutions of the new year. she’d be alone again this year, returning from a trip too late in the evening to make plans. this particular bar was just blocks from her apartment, one reasons she stopped, the lack of drink in her own space meant she needed to stop; grocery shopping could wait. his glance is noticed, but she orders her gin and tonic, keeping her own glaze locked onto the counter as pink tinted lips part to speak, ‘ do i have something on my face? ’
at her comment he let his head sink back down , making no effort to hide or acknowledge his previously lingering stare . his glass was set down once more , and pushed forward in request for a fresh one . service was slow , clearly due to the eager crowd . eye darted from his empty hands to the billiard table, and back to her . someone broke to start the new game and the sudden sound made him shiver . he kept his attention on her . ‘ your reputation precedes you ’
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brows stitch together , annoyance written plain in the thin line formed by her lips. ❛ so that’s it , huh ? —— you’re just gonna IGNORE the fact that i asked you a question ? ❜ elbow hooks over the back of her chair , tongue dancing over the expanse of her lower lip. it wasn’t often that drifters came to charming , and while gemma didn’t normally hold a problem with it , she couldn’t shake the fact that this one was hiding something. what other reason was there for such evasive statements and brusque goodbyes ? ❛ nearest one’s a few miles up the road. you got a’ ride ? ❜
it was different than any of the other small towns he had passed through and part of him wished that he had simply kept on driving for another hour or so and stopped somewhere else for the night . he hadn’t made a stop to rest in three day , aside from the small naps he took hidden under the blankets in the bed of his truck . snake offered a plastered grin . ' i don’t like leaving behind much of a trace . feel free to come out there with me if you wanted to jot down my licenses plate number , though . . . if you’re really that CURIOUS , maybe a few more drinks and you could get my name . '
THERE WAS A STORY THAT SHE CAME ACROSS SOME TIME AGO. The vessel, stuck between rows and rows of bound pages and shiny covers, had lost herself to a world far less sinister, far less dark, but just as POWERFUL. The sharp edges of paper had scored her digits over and over as if they resented being touched and consumed by such an ABOMINATION. But Charlotte persisted nonetheless - and happened upon a story that she could not comprehend well enough to find the TERROR between its lines, but the words now sprang from the deep black-waters of her memory. The GRAVELY SILENCE that he favoured and allowed to fill his car, it became a CANVAS; and there, a terrible sound began to emerge.
Charlotte shifted in her seat and held her breath. But there it remained. The HIDEOUS beating of her heart. Or was it his? The pulses pounded at the unstirred air wedged between them. “ Is that okay? Are you okay with that? You’re not headed somewhere very bad…or boring, are you? ”
plissken reached to his side , unhooking the smith and wesson revolver strapped to his hip . once unattached , he returned his hand to the steering wheel , gun held between his palm and the leather cover . he shook his head in response , thinking the sound was nothing more than the continuous pounding in his head , thanks to the ageing injury under his eyepatch . ' nothing’s wrong with that . heading into cleveland , actually . '
it was RARE that he showed them , but as a cigarette balanced between his lips he reached into the collar of his shirt to pull out his tattered dog tags . they hug low on his chest , name and number glistening in the falling sun . ' bob plissken , american lieutenant . . . LENINGRAD and siberia –––––– two purple hearts . i’m assuming neither of us want to be here , so lets BOTH suck it up . '
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S.D. ROBERT PLISSKEN @warherc –––––– escape from new york ( active )
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' there’s two more . . . ' he kept his voice down , lowering his mac - 10 from its common position where the scope lined up with his only functional eye . shooting remained his strength , even after the loss of half his vision , thanks to the addition to a scope onto nearly every one of his guns . even the small revolvers strapped to his hips were adorned . ' back left corner '
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glasses clattered and laughter bubbled from the beer drenched lips of men and women alike ; all seemed lively and eager for another round thanks to the bright new year . plissken was the only one that seemed somber , both calloused hands wrapped around his glass of seagrams and head curtained by greasy locks that followed his glare as he tilted his head to faced the woman that now sat beside him . lips only parted to greet the rim of his glass , while his eye locked onto her .
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' just tell me where the nearest motel is and i’ll be on my w a y ' the remained of his drink was downed in one gulp and he picked his wallet up off the bar to retrieve a few singles to set underneath his empty glass
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OF ALL THE THINGS SHE REGRETTED ASKING . . . couldn’t even BEGIN to imagine what the look on her face must have been . no way she could CARRY all that out of there . . . and if he had ALL OF THAT on him , how was she to know he didn’t have MORE STILL ? knew this whole show was to REASSURE her . . . didn’t know if it really had WORKED . ‘ okay , okay . you can put that all back before someone SEES IT and calls the cops on us both . ’
he hesitated looking between his food and the supplies on the counter layered out perfectly between the two . he picked up his fork and continued to eat instead of taking her suggestion , a smug grin crossed stubbled features. ' i still might be able to help . . . if you can trust me . AGAIN , i’ve worked with a lot of people. i have a s s o c i a t e s that might know a thing or two about human trafficking in indianapolis and chicago . '
THE ABYSS SURROUNDED AND THERE WAS NO END TO IT! For a moment, a strange dark-blue tinged the grey of her irises as Charlotte tossed a glance about the space of his car: first, landing on the dashboard clock ( half-past eleven ), then onto the silhouette of her Good Samaritan - tracing the shape of his hands that handled the steering wheel and the profile of his facial features. It was difficult to ignore the DEPTH of the darkness that they were driving head-long into - and it was even more difficult to ignore the quiet chittering of the creature that was blinking awake in the pits of her being. Brace yourself, here comes trouble. “ I’m headed wherever you’re headed, ” she replied, giving him an easy smile. “ I’m not picky. ”
she was QUICK to get on his n e r v e s ! though often easily irritated , snake tried to brush it off and stayed silent . his only idea was to get h e r on edge to the point where she would ask to leave herself . he reached for the dashboard fingers lingering over the radio dial before moving to switch off the heat in the truck . . . DEAD SILENCE
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❝ never . ❞ grin debuted in the same breath she spoke / all the while pulling herself to her feet and making her way to the bed of her own . she were even sly enough to slide the television remote out from beside him as she passed . ❝ you SLEEP with that stinky leather over your eye , snake ? ❞
he didn’t bother to push her any further and only retorted with a annoyed glare when the remote was retrieved . ' normally ' it was a mix of the physical p a i n that occured when it was exposed to light , and the nauseating feeling the sight of it gave him that made his keep it on . he use to take it off in while traveling with taylor , back when it was still fresh , for the strap irated his skin . now , it almost felt like a part of him ; when taken off , and if somehow left off for multiple days , the red mark above his ear and across his forehead would shine as a scar . ' you just want to see what’s under it , huh ? ' he flopped back once more and pulled the tucked in blanket out to crawl under them . he huffed , head shaking back and forth , as he rolled over to ace the wall .
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❝ NO . ❞ when is anything wrong ? i adore chaos , she can tell with convidence , i can bring it as well as devour it with a single tense of my jaw ! but it’s not what she wants , neither what she needs . a yes was what she was hoping for in response - but settling without one and dealing with sadness alone was something she was more than used to , ❝ i was just wondering . ❞
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there was no r e a s o n to reject her ; he had gotten comfortable around her , more than anyone in the past decade , but he had yet to show pure affection . nicknames were tossed back and forth , and he showed an intense amount of concern but he never seemed to make hislovingside visible . snake took a few steps forward and hesitated before loosely wrapping one around around her and giving her a short pat on the back . he pulled her a little closer while his hand moved to rustle her hair . ' you’re a good kid ‘ he tilted his head down and placed a small kiss to the top of her head .
❝ . . . can i hug you , snake ? ❞
there was a heavy silence weighing both down at his delayed response . it wasn’t because he wanted to say no , but that he was CONFUSED at such a question . he set down the greased rag in his hand , pushing it off to the side with his half-cleaned revolver and turned … he didn’t get up ' something the matter ? ’