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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:04:05 GMT -5
"Jack, isn't that that newsies over in 'Hattan?" He thought he had heard some of the guards over at the refuge talk about a "Cowboy Jack" or someone with that name.
"Well, as of now I welcome the numb, it feels good." He set his glass down and went to take a shower, maybe that would help bring him back to reality. He stumbled a bit, it took him a minute to find his balance. He didn;t quite have it, but he had made it there without falling and killing himself.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:09:17 GMT -5
Red snorted, taking that as a yes. Stretching his shoulders, he walked about the room, finding his medicine. Preparing it like he had seen Aria do, he shot himself, without a bit of hesitation.
There was no time for hesitation. Clenching his fists, he looked out over the city, taking a few deep breaths. "Diami la resistenza per fare che cosa devo fare e fare tutti che debba fare per loro."
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:13:40 GMT -5
"Daggumit Russanini, can you stop praying in Spanish?" He yelled from the other side of the bathroom door. He had some praying of his own to do and he couldn't concentrate with Red speaking some crazy language.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:16:18 GMT -5
"ITS NOT SPANISH!" Red yelled back, always annoyed that people didnt recognize Italian when they heard it. Well fine then. Smirking, he talked through the door, in Gaelic this time. Something akin to may the hamsters gnaw upon your manly parts.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:19:14 GMT -5
"I heard that!" Whatever the hell it meant, he thought. But he heard it! He sat down on the floor, uttering an old prayer in hebrew, he hadn't know the full meaning of it, but his mother had said it everytime their father had went off. When he was done, he turned the shower to ice cold and let it wake up his body as well as his mind.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:21:42 GMT -5
Red snickered, sinking back onto the bed. Laying down, he stared up at the ceiling, fully intending to talk to Carter when he got out of the shower. But before he knew it, he was asleep, snoring softly, haphazardly laying half on and half off the bed, his head over the edge, hair falling over his face.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:25:33 GMT -5
When he had come out of the shower, a bit more sober, he noticed Red lying on the bed...snoring. He started out snoring softly, but it gradually got louder. Carter got a pillow and a blanket and curled up on the couch.
"That kid could wake the city, he could" he mumbled under his breath before turning over to nap...again.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:28:31 GMT -5
Red hated mornings.
He especially hated mornings when he woke up upside down.
Yelping in shock, he tried to right himself, only to tumble off the bed, hitting the floor hard. Moaning he fought against the straightjacket of sheets, finally freeing one arm.
"HA!" He yelled in triumph, jerking free from his prison and getting to his feet, rubbing at his face. "Carter?" He murmurred, looking for the officer.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:31:11 GMT -5
"Do you always, wake up that way?" he asked coming up the stairs," I heard you all the way down there!" He had gone down to talk to the stage manager, and to help try and reorganize the show. He hadn't expected Red to be up yet.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:32:59 GMT -5
Rubbing the back of his sore neck, Red gave him a small smirk. "Only on days that are supposed to be good." He yawned a little, running a hand through his long red hair. Sighing under his breath, he looked over at Carter thoughtfully. "Do you know where there are a pair of scissors?"
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:35:29 GMT -5
"I have no clue, there's probaly some in the bathroom." He yawned, it was amazing that he was still sleepy. Although the throbbing in his head did help keep him up.
"oh I have a feeling it's going to be a looong day."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:36:37 GMT -5
"Most likely." He agreed, dissapearing into the bathroom. "Ill be out in a few." He shut the door behind him and locked it. Rummaging in the drawers he found what he was looking for and looked down at teh cold metal.
here goes nothing.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:38:45 GMT -5
Looking around the place, Carter noticed it was in shambles. There were dirty dishes and glasses on the counter, abottle of wine next to it all. The sheets were in the floor as well as the comforter, and a stain on the carpet. It looked like wine. Well, if she ever noticed it, it was Red's fault.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Aug 14, 2006 20:42:07 GMT -5
About twenty to thirty minutes later, Red put the scissors away and opened the door. "Sorry it took so long." He said calmly. His red hair, his namesake, had been cut, short to the back of his neck, looking more like the adult he was supposed to be more then the newsie he was.
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Post by scaper on Aug 14, 2006 20:44:39 GMT -5
He looked up from trying to cover up that stain and his jaw dropped.
"What did you do to your hair. You look lik Mr.Russanini, all grown up." Ever since Carter had known him he'd had that long hair. It seemed to Clarence that in that moment a new Red was born.
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