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FTM FTW! ([info]freethemarquee) wrote,
@ 2006-11-23 21:04:00


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HITTING MYSELF WITH A HAMMER DOESN'T ACTUALLY MAKE ME FEEL BETTER.

YOU LIED TO ME, MARQUEE. FOR SHAME.


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CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 3.1
(Anonymous)
2006-11-24 06:15 am UTC (link)
PREVIOUSLY: SOME STUFF HAPPENED, BUT NOT MUCH. MAYBE SOME MORE STUFF WILL HAPPEN IN THIS CHAPTER!

CHAPTER THREE
CHAMPAGNE!


ALMOST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS AFTER HE’D GOTTEN THE CALL FROM MR JIMMY TELLING HIM WHERE TO FIND MICK’S HIDEOUT, CHARLIE LET HIMSELF IN THE BACK DOOR OF HIS HOUSE ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF RICHMOND. HE WAS BARELY EVEN RUNNING ON FUMES – THE LONG DRIVE TO AND FROM CUDDLERAY’S, BOWIE’S INCESSANT MICK-WORSHIP, HAVING TO PROVE HIMSELF IN FRONT OF ASSHOLE!TROLL, ARGUING AGAIN WITH MARIANNE FOR ALMOST AN HOUR...

HE WAS SURPRISED HE WAS STILL CONSCIOUS, LET ALONE FUNCTIONING.

AS HE LOOKED AROUND THE SPACIOUS KITCHEN, HE REALIZED THAT SOMETHING WASN'T QUITE RIGHT. HIS CHAIR WAS STILL PUSHED BACK FROM THE TABLE, THE LATEST EDITION OF DRUMWORLD SPREAD OUT TO THE RIGHT OF WHERE HE'D EATEN. EVERYTHING ELSE LOOKED AS IT ALWAYS DID AND IT TOOK HIM FAR TOO LONG TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS DIFFERENT: THE BOWL AND SPOON HE’D USED FOR SUPPER THE DAY BEFORE WAS WASHED AND DRIED AND SITTING ON THE COUNTER, A THIN FOLDER LYING NEXT TO IT.

“PEACHES, YOU’RE A DOLL,” HE TOLD THE EMPTY ROOM AS HE DROPPED HIS KEYS INTO THE BASKET HANGING ON THE WALL.

“OMG INORITE?”

CHARLIE WHIRLED TOWARD THE VOICE AND PULLED HIS GUN FROM THE HATED HOLSTER UNDER HIS COAT. HE STARED DOWN THE BARREL, FINGER TWITCHING ON THE TRIGGER.

PEACHES STARED BACK AT HIM, ARMS BARELY RAISED AT HER SIDES. “GAWD, IF I KNEW YOU WERE, LIKE, SO TOUCHY ABOUT YOUR DISHES AND STUFF, I WOULD HAVE JUST, LIKE, LEFT IT DIRTY.”

SHE SHOOK BACK HER TANGLED HAIR AND SNIFFED. CHARLIE LOWERED THE GUN AND TOOK A DEEP BREATH. HIS HEART WAS RACING SO HARD HE FELT LIKE HE’D JUST DONE TEN LINES OF COKE. HE FUMBLED THE SIG BACK INTO ITS HOLSTER AND SAGGED AGAINST THE COUNTER.

“DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU’VE GOT LIKE TEN THOUSAND ALBUMS IN THERE? OMFG I THOUGHT ONLY MY DAD WAS THAT FREAKY ABOUT HIS COLLECTION.”

“PEACHES....” CHARLIE PINCHED THE BRIDGE OF HIS NOSE. “WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?”

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SHE BLINKED LIKE SHE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION. IN THE BRIGHT AND TIDY KITCHEN, SHE LOOKED COMPLETELY OUT OF PLACE WITH HER HEAVY EYE MAKEUP AND RIPPED T-SHIRT. “MARIANNE SENT ME? WITH YOUR TICKETS AND STUFF?”

“YEAH, I SEE THAT. WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?”

“OH. I DUNNO. I WAS CLEANING UP AND THEN THE POST CAME SO I WENT TO GET IT AND THEN THE PHONE RANG SO I ANSWERED THAT AND I SAW A MAGAZINE THAT I HADN’T READ YET AND THEN I REMEMBERED THAT THERE WAS A SHOW ON SKYONE I COULDN’T MISS AND I WANTED TO SEE WHAT KIND OF MUSIC YOU HAD AND ANYWAY MARIANNE TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE YOU DIDN’T MISS YOUR FLIGHT AND THEN YOU CAME IN AND PULLED A GUN ON ME.”

GOD, HE WAS SO TIRED THAT WHAT SHE SAID MADE PERFECT SENSE. HE GRABBED THE FOLDER OFF THE COUNTER AND STARTED FLIPPING THROUGH ITS CONTENTS. TICKETS, PASSPORT WITH TOURIST VISA TUCKED INSIDE, A DOSSIER LISTING SOME OF KEEF'S FAVORITE HANGOUTS IN QUEBEC AND A FULL PROFILE FOR EACH OF THE COPS CHARLIE HAD BEEN TOLD WOULD BE FRIENDLY TO THE INVESTIGATION. AT LEAST, THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT IT ALL WAS. THE WORDS STARTED TO SWIM AROUND ON THE PAGE AND HE CLOSED HIS EYES AGAINST A SUDDEN TIDE OF NAUSEA.

"YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT." PEACHES CRACKED HER GUM AND WALKED OVER TO PUT A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER. "SIT DOWN; I'LL PUT THE KETTLE ON."

CHARLIE LET HER PUSH HIM INTO A CHAIR AND STARTED TO DRIFT AS SHE RUMMAGED THROUGH DRAWERS AND FILLED THE KETTLE. SHE KEPT UP A RUNNING COMMENTARY OF GOSSIP AND HE LET THE UNENDING STREAM OF INANITIES FLOAT IN ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER. APPARENTLY HER SISTER HAD STARTED DATING SOME GREASY LOSER AND HER BEST FRIEND WAS OMG SO JELLUS OF THE NEW GIRL WHO'D BEEN HANGING AROUND THEIR FAVORITE CLUB AND WHOEVER IT WAS ON THE PHONE EARLIER HADN'T LEFT A NAME BUT HE SAID THAT CHARLIE HAD BETTER HAUL ASS TO QUEBEC BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE....

HIS LAST THOUGHT JUST BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT DARK WAS JESUS, I HOPE SHE WROTE THAT DOWN SOMEWHERE.

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 3.1
(Anonymous)
2006-11-24 06:34 am UTC (link)
YAYYY1!! CHAPTER THREE!! THAT WAS AWESOME, THANKS! I LIKED IT WHEN YOU POSTED THE FIC AS A TOP LEVEL COMMENT, THOUGH. I ALMOST MISSED THIS CAUSE MY EYES JUST SKIMMED OVER. DID SOME IDIOT GIVE YOU GRIEF ABOUT IT? YOU'RE OUR MUSE, AND WE LOVES THE MEMEFIC, BB!

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 3.1
(Anonymous)
2006-11-24 06:48 am UTC (link)
AW, TY! SRSLY, I'M BLUSHING OVER HERE. ♥

TBH, I GOT TIRED OF HAVING TO SCROLL PAST WHAT I POSTED AND SINCE THE PARTS KEEP GETTING LONGER, I THOUGHT I'D SPARE ALL OF YOU TOO. :D

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 3.1
(Anonymous)
2006-11-24 06:47 am UTC (link)
AHAHHA, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BROUGHT PEACHES IN. PEACHES!

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING! I'M STILL BITING MY FINGERNAILS IN ANXIETY OVER WHATEVER'S GOING ON WITH RONNIE. AND. CANADALAND, EEK!

ILU ILU KEEP WRITING :D

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Re: CHARLIE WATTS &C, CHAPTER 3.1
(Anonymous)
2006-11-24 06:50 am UTC (link)
I'M ALL ABOUT REDEEMING THE BIZARRE, APPARENTLY. LOL.

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE, BB. HOPEFULLY THERE'LL BE MORE BEFORE YOU RUN OUT OF FINGERNAILS! <3<3

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