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The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford | Andrew Dominik | 2007
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In one sense I was my war; my war was I; without it I should do nothing and be nothing.
Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth (via henrydear)
Starter for @coinsurgery!
He comes and goes.
Mostly, he disappears for months at a time – though she knows how to reach out to him should she need to, even if she’s never tried. He’d much rather pay than owe her anyway --- never owe favors to anyone --- though that, regretfully, is the way the business works sometimes. He never announces his arrival either though, then again, suppose none of her clients do. Merely shows up every once in a while in ungodly hours with a wound that needs tending to – no information volunteered as to how he might have gotten injured. He appreciates lack of questioning and, anyways, she knows, he assumes, or at least guesses --- he certainly looks the part, after all. The part of a violent man.
It is sometime around three in the morning when he knocks. Never uses the doorbell – always so secretive like some special fucking agent. The collar of his jacket tugged up against the bare back of his neck, chin ducked into it as to shield himself from the cold; he watches her with the usual frown, arms crossed over his chest.
He needs her help --- that much is made obvious by his presence alone. He is never much for redundancy; never speaks unless he absolutely has to.
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Arthur Burns is a monster
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High profile MERCENARY. Suspected in the assassination of Andrei Lukanov, Álvaro Gómez Hurtado, Luis Donaldo Colosio and others. True identity and base of operation unknown. Presumed military history (specifically: special forces). Wanted by CIA, MI6, Interpol. Presumed cooperation with CIA and Mossad. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
PSA:
I’ve been contemplating how to write this without sounding like a total bitch and, frankly, I don’t think I can. So, if you’re a writing partner and you’re reading this, please keep in mind that I don’t intend to offend anyone.
So, reason why I disappeared for a little while: I still want to write Merc a lot. I have so much muse for this guy - but I’m sort of tired of more than half my threads being meaningless, casual interactions? It’s just... really not interesting for me. I’m sorry to say that I’m usually bored and have to force myself through replies just to get some activity up on this blog. I often feel like I’m the only one doing anything to move a thread forward or come up with interesting plots. I don’t want that. I’m tired of people seeing Merc as a source of entertainment or as an accessory for their muse and not taking any real interest in him (I’d like to think I extend you guys that courtesy). This isn’t my job. I want to want to reply to a thread, not because I feel obligated to. I want meaningful interactions and deep conversations and character development. I want to get excited when I see I got a new reply from someone.
Cutting that rant short: as of now, this blog is on a reboot. Unless otherwise stated, all threads have been dropped and all established relationships are gone. Most, if not all threads, would need to be plotted from now on. If I have an idea for a new plot with you, I will be sure you contact you personally. If I don’t (which, again, is not personal, just means I don’t have any ideas of my own) and you’d still like to write/plot with me, feel free to HMU.
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frcnkie
“ It’s RUDE to point guns at people too.” Frankie quipped before offering him the pack, “ but then again, I bet it’s FORCE of habit innit?” Eyes flicker to gun within his lap, hardly out of sight and out of mind but she does not feel any immediate THREAT to her safety.
At his question she couldn’t help but chuckle and running her hand through her hair, she gave a little tsk of disapproval, “ your suppose to wine && dine a woman, not skip straight to dessert, love.” Exhaling, a plume of smoke caught within the breeze from the open window, FASCINATING her for a fleeting moment until, with a click of her tongue Frankie turned in her seat. “ It’s a goodun, I assure you. I have a shipment coming into a port in Egypt, I need to be there and I need you to come with me.”
Accepting the offered pack, he retracts a single cigarette and places it between his lips with no visible or audible reaction to her teasing. He does not appreciate small talk --- never has --- and, quite frankly, would rather get straight down to business. Being seen in anybody’s company is a potential risk --- particularly if she does, indeed, intend on hiring him. But suppose a future client must be humored, for the sake of it, if he wants money in his pocket.
“So it’s security detail you’re after.” Muttering around the smoke, he turns his gaze from her only momentarily as he ducks his head as to bring the tip of the cigarette to the flame of his lighter. The exact contents of the shipment, however intriguing, is irrelevant. Ask no questions, hear no lies --- though, perhaps more importantly --- the information is not necessary for him for perform the job.
Inhaling deeply, he holds his breath for but a short moment before allowing the smoke out in a thin, pale strip. “What’re we looking at? Potential disturbances? Or do you just need some buffed up prick to scare away the strays?”
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The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007) dir. Andrew Dominik
Might try to get some writing/plotting down tomorrow. We’ll see!
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so what did you do those three days you were dead?
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