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[fatespoken]

✏ LOGGING: This is your thread for logging, whether spontaneous or plot-related, silly or serious. His normal haunts include shifts at the Blue Light, various city bars, cafes, random encounters, etc. Prose preferred, [] are fine too.

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TRACKING:
March;
Peter & Amory [ Blue Light ] ✯ this is a song lyric [ in progress ]

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just give fair warning any time you come around

[whitetwoguns]

[One more good shove. There. That should shut him up. Larry stoops carefully. There's a chance Amory could be jerking his chain by playing the victim until the right moment. He's seen enough movies to believe that. The reason why he's crouching is to retrieve the tooth. He holds it up to the light between two fingers. Looks like a molar. Well. Not quite what he wanted but good enough.]

Simmer down now. It'll all be over soon.

[He reaches into the blazer trading the tooth for his Smith and Wesson's piece again. Slowly, Mr. White stands, pulling back the safety.]

Don't feel too good, huh?

just give fair warning any time you come around

[fatespoken]

[ What you're looking for isn't there, Mr. White, if elongated canines are your goal.

Embarrassment or shame doesn't even cross his mind. Those sorts of emotions become frivolous once you're lying on the concrete, bleeding to death. And Amory's far too weak to even try at his magic, with every effort akin to dragging a five-hundred pound weight. The smart thing would be to save his strength to mend his legs partially, but the prospect of even moving, no less reaching that far, seems insurmountable.

He moans throatily through the garlic, and refuses to cry.]

just give fair warning any time you come around

[whitetwoguns]

[See though, he didn't know that. That's just fine though. Looks like Amory won't be pulling any more unnecessary bullshit. Cursed or not. The barrel of his gun stays fixed at the prone man's head.]

I ought to just bust you open right here.

[One more moment, the gun fixes on him. Larry debates on firing again this time off target just so he could shit his pants. Looks like he's done enough though. Like clockwork he clicks the safety off and tucks the gun away.]

Now you listen to me, you piece of shit. I can and will come after you again if you so much as step a toe out of line. Today I'm gonna let you go. Think long and hard about what'll happen if there's a next time.

[Mr. White adjusts his coat, surveying the scene before turning away, back to the streetlight. Not a speedy get away. In case if this chumps got something to say, or some trick up his sleeve. Over his shoulder he calls out] Happy Thanksgiving, Asshole.