[ Delivered in the evening via the foolproof method of slipping it under the door and banging really really loudly on it. Don't bother looking outside though, she's totally not there any more. ]
[ Wow, if that's not unsettling in a weird kind of way, he doesn't know what is. The cigarettes are great, 200 percent awesome. But, uh. ]
Who the - [ He crushes the note in his hand, glances a bit paranoid around his room - how did anyone even know which - whatever - ] - fuck is the Nug Fairy?
[With all the chaos of the infected water, Regina has been extremely glad everything she conjures is bottled. But seeing as how others aren't so lucky, she places a call to Jesse. As a friend, surely.]
Jesse? It's Regina. I wanted to make sure you were okay, everyone's going crazy.
[She could really put on an act when she wanted.]
Are things okay with your friend? Walt, was it? I know it's not my place to say anything, especially since you were so helpful when the scarecrows were attacking. But that's exactly why I'm doing this, I don't want to see you get hurt. He seems kind of, well. Off, is what I would go with. But you'd know him better than I do.
Yo, kid, I've got a joke for you: A lawyer and a DEA agent walk into a town straight out of a horror flick. The lawyer starts shaking in his well-polished shoes and asks the DEA agent, over and over again, what they're supposed to do. The DEA agent, being the grumpy jackass that he is, eventually gets fed up with the lawyer, threateningly brandishes his handcuffs, and says, "Would you give it arrest?"
[Like it or not — and Saul doesn't — Hank's the one who's been keeping him alive and out of trouble. The tactical advantage here is that he can play both sides now, which is why he's very, very far away from the hotel right now.]
So rollin' with isn't really the phrase I'd use. We don't talk much, he snores like an elephant, he hasn't stopped giving me shit since we showed up —
[ Jesus, of all people to come across first in this place, that's who he's shacked up with right now. Jesse figures he came out on the better end of meeting familiar faces here. ]
Well, ditch the wife, get the hell on over here instead, y'know? Cuz when that -- [ His voice lowers a little, like as if Hank's listening in right now. ] When that dickhead figures out who else is here? 'S been stayin' with me? We got a problem.
I know you're dying to see my handsome face, but I can't. It'd look too suspicious. Schrader knows you're here, and if I get on his bad side this fast —
[Who else is here.
Saul's had a headache for days; it just got worse.]
[ Yes, Saul, he knows, Saul, he understands that, Saul, but the point is -- there it is. ]
No, Al Capone; him and I are startin' it up in the biz together. Yeah, brainiac, who else would it be? He's been, like --
[ Oh, there's a long story somewhere in there. He's not getting to that one any time soon. ]
He's been watchin' my back, and what the hell's that prick gonna do here anyway? Even his gun ain't gonna do him much here, lemme say, there's a hell of a lot more to this place that you don't even know yet, man, just -- Get over here.
What that prick is doing involves a lotta things you and I should be worried about. Gun or no gun — and there is no gun, FYI — I can not afford to arouse that kinda suspicion. Capiche?
I know you miss me. I get that. I'd miss me, too.
[Can't Jesse just hear him grinning?]
I'll visit ASAP, but I can't hang around permanently. You want me to be your lawyer, you want me to continue on with this whole watching your ass thing, you're gonna have to trust me and let me play this one my way. Like the Sinatra song.
[ Christ, Saul, sound more shit-eating; Jesse dares you. ]
Yeah? Your way?
Look, I get it? [ Saul's just trying to figure out what bread he's trying to butter here, and that's fine. ] Hiding behind the big bad dude with the gun — without even, apparently, a gun? Like, fine, don't get over here, this ain't about lawyer shit anymore, Saul. [ Although it also kind of is but that's another venture for another time. ] Just trust me when I say there's bigger problems than Punch First, Ask Questions Later.
There's a lotta shit out there, man. [ Wow, that was almost concern. ]
Talkin' 'bout danger, motherfucker, look. [ Less concern. ] Like the Mystikal song.
Look, kid — I know. I get it. I'm genre savvy. When Schrader and I woke up, we were in that research facility. And there was a thing. Maybe a person, maybe a monster, I dunno — we heard it, we saw it, it was there, it was real, so you don't have to tell me jack about what's out —
[ ... Was he, like, looking out for something there for a second? Jesse's line goes dead quiet for a moment, abject disbelief, before he shakes his head and starts in again. ]
[ As long as he knows. ] You didn't have to kill it or nothin', though, did you?
[ Hey, it's been a long month. There's been a lot of that going around. ]
Look, all's I'm sayin' is that me and Mr. White? We've been goin' at this a while. Learning, like, and we been up against some of this shit. Just remember that when you're up with your new best friend who hasn't come across jack shit yet, huh? Whoever you're stickin' to, man, your funeral when the scarecrows start rollin' back into town or somethin'.
What? No, no. Jesus. I thought it was gonna kill us.
[Rubbing a hand over his face, he half-mutters:] Ease up on the jealousy for two seconds and listen to me, Jesse. This is not me switching sides. Yes, I'm forming a new alliance, but I have a plan. You're familiar with those, right? The things you pay me to come up with and carry out so your ass stays safe? It just so happens that this one keeps all of our asses safe. I'm just covering my bases, here. That's all.
It's simple, kid. I stay on Hank's good side, I stay alive. The guy may be an asshole and a half, but —
[No, okay, even he has to sigh at the way this sounds.]
I'm doing this to help you and your partner. Or do we want him to go all 'vigilante justice' on your ass again? Because last time, the results weren't pretty.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Don't want your toast landin' butter side down or whatever. [ However that saying goes. ]
He's gonna trust you 'bout as far as he can throw you, y'know. Which ain't real far on account'a he's gotta eat, like, two buckets'a fried whatever before he even gets to it. He's a cop. You're a lawyer. You two're kinda bred to hate each other. [ It's in your blood!! Listen to your blood. ]
[ Which isn't to say he doesn't get it, last argumentative words and all. It's just kind of to say that he thinks it's an exercise in futility. ]
Hey, um...James? John? No wait....what did she say? Jack? Jake? God, why do american names have to be so samey?
[Ichigo WHY ARE YOU SO TERRIBLE WITH NAMES.
To be fair though, he'd only heard about jesse in passing. "Friend of Saya's who's lost a leg" would just be rude. Right?]
This is Ichigo. I guess you don't know who I am, but I'm a...friend of Saya's. Uh...I don't know if she told you, but...we went out to the hospital to get you some stuff. Crutches and...things.
[There's a pause as he tries to think of the best way to explain this. He doesn't want to tell this person Saya killed herself, but...he'd probably want to know what happened.
So he decides to try and sidestep it altogether. GOOD JOB.]
....Anyway, uh....neither of us can get it to you. I'm sending a friend of mine over to deliver it to you-His name's Rin. He's got black hair and he's loud as hell.
Hey, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know the guy, I met him. It's — Jesse, by the way.
[ Whatever. Close enough. ]
What's goin' on? Saya's, like — She's okay, right?
[ It's hesitant on his end for a moment too, a bit guarded and a little downtrodden on account of, well, it's not exactly Saya making the call, is it? That means she's gotta be hurt, out of commission, or way worse than that. Given the place, he's placing a bet on the 'way worse'. ]
[ She was just kickin' around. She was just — Jesus, he'd just talked to her not long ago, she'd never gotten back to him and he'd worried his ass off, apparently with good fucking meaning. ]
[ Jesse's quiet for a long while, no response. When he does finally fire off a few more words to Ichigo, they come out in a bit of a croak, asking the worst out of him because he has to know. ]
[He knew this was coming. He knew, and yet he still doesn't know what to say. Even though he's already told Rin and Kohaku about what happened, it...It's still not easy.
It'll never be easy.]
She...
[For a long while, there's nothing more than pained breathing-like someone trying to force back a hideous memory, panting with the effort it took to just not give over to it and let it replay in his head.
Breaking down over the phone isn't something he wants to do. Hell, it was awful just telling his friends, and they were in person for that.
[ No. Saya? No. Not her. Not when she was in the middle of a mission or some shit, not without telling anyone, right? Not without something else, she wasn't — He meant, he'd never noticed if she was, but — ]
She, uh.
[ Verbalizing's getting difficult. He's fucking floored by it, however intentional this may have been. Half of him wants to ask questions, drill into this, figure out how it happened. The second half recognizes that Ichigo's in about as much shock as he is right now and knows better than to press too hard. He's not sure he even wants to know. ]
When did — She's dead, just like that, she — Jesus.
[Less shock, really-he dealt with the shock when he had to stare at her corpse in horrified disbelief. No, now it's more like he's just...numb. He's slowly been trying to go back to normal and feel emotions like everyone else, but whenever Saya's mentioned he goes back to that numb feeling. Recounting and remembering it still hurts, but the numb feeling...it dulls the pain.
It hurts less that way.
But....he feels like he should tell Jesse why. He's one of her friends-and even if it's a retelling of his own inability, he deserves to know.]
...We ran into those reindeer going to the hospital, and they hurt her. The painkillers she had...I guess one of the pills made the pain worse. She..
[He stops, gulping hard.]
...She started screaming and writhing around, and...she asked me to kill her.
[Another pause, and then he speaks in a low voice, a tinge of bitterness and self-loathing coloring his words.]
...I couldn't.
So...she...she shot herself.
[There's a long moment of silence after that.
It feels like there should be one, not just that he doesn't know what to say.
...Although he has no clue what to say now. What can you say after you've seen your friend blow out their brains in front of you?
Eventually, he just starts mumbling to himself, guilt and the contempt he has for himself practically dripping off every word.]
Because I wasn't strong enough to stop her suffering...she had to do it herself. Heh. Some friend I am.
[ Torn apart by some kind of creature, the toys, the bear traps, whatever, the bears themselves, fine, that he can handle, but a fucking reindeer gores somebody you care about and that's not so easy to deal with. ]
[ Especially when he sent her out in the first place. ]
[ Yeah, that guilt's gonna twist for a while. ]
She — [ No, he doesn't want to know any more details. Picturing Saya with a gun to her head is already something that sends a shudder through him; he can't even imagine. He's going to promptly change direction, swiping a harried hand over his face. ]
You couldn't'a — The gun, I mean, you — [ Obviously not, or he wouldn't so so distraught enough as it was. But the pills would've passed, right, they would've passed. It gives him pause with the ones he's been taking on his own. ] Jesus.
Are you, like — Are you okay, what'd you do with — [ Her body. ]
[He intakes a harsh breath when Jesse mentions the gun-he still cursed himself for not being fast enough, for not realizing what she was going for.]
She just-she was too fast.
[He'd tried. God, did he try.
But it just wasn't good enough.
He avoids the question about himself, since he's not the one who Jesse needs to hear about.]
...She's...still there. I...couldn't-
[Remembering the mess, how he fell to his knees...no, he couldn't take her with him. He'd been too deep in shock, and he really blacked out for a while until he found himself walking in the forest, clutching the bag to his side tightly.]
...I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
[It doesn't change anything, apologizing like this. But it's HIS fault, he thinks. It's all his fault.]
Hey man. Hey. I got you a customer but shit I don't even know what you guys deal for. Do a guy a solid and let me know so I can hook you guys up okcupid style.
Shit man i mean name your poison. We got plenty of weed, salvia, we got these mad ass seeds that make you trip like nothin else, havent actually tried em yet. And a metric shitton of coke. Rest is in small supply. Workin on it.
what's the rate on this stuff, man. I got booze but idk what newbie's got. I can get you guys some stuff though. Like. I got a stash of stuff in my hotel room. Ain't drugs but you guys deal in that survival goods bs yeah?
No but back 2 the point newbie aint got shit yet and needs to know what shit he needs 2 get 2 get goods.
Depends on what you got. Street value back home aint exactly street value here, but it aint cheap either. Short supply on a lot of this stuff and freebies are for chumps and salvation army.
i'm looking out for your business bro. i will find every desperate druggie this place is hiding. i've got a nose for them and all. just cant get you northtown business because mayor stick up his ass wont let me back in town.
i got papers, pipes, scales, bags, pharmaceuticals, mortars and burners. Had to make my own shit before you beautiful bastards showed up.
Well shit man why didn't you say so? Get enough precursor, i can start adding more to the stock. Whats your specialty?
Hey you got any hook ups in northtown? Hell if i got a starting point you dont gotta step a foot into there. People trying to funnel anarchy into somethin like legaler, i dont get it. Between your mayor and my fatass fed, we got a team.
ain't been up there in years, man, sorry. my only contact is alex and jamison will pretty much blow your head off with a shotgun you mix his not-daughter up in that shit.
approach at your own risk, but she may know a guy or two. i dunno.
specialty is anything I can melt down and shoot up, but i been sticking to weed cus it's easier for me to do on my own. pills mostly. hospital meds melted down. i'm not the knowledgeable type on manufacturing. i've picked up stuff though. things wash up on the beach sometimes. crates and shit.
Plenty of weed got grown in that whole new year thing, we're like mad flourishing on that front. Coke is in big stock too. You holdin right now? Crates?
I might have some stuff. keep it to myself mostly. have a few bricks of somethin i ain't never opened, so I can't tell if it's hard snow or pcp, but it's been sitting in my closet for a year.
All my plants got a bad case of frost bite so i've been getting low.
Shit ton of tranquilizers and rohyp, though from back when they were more regular on the hospital and i was still gettin away with slipping up that far north.
I might have some x lying around if i check.
I wasn't never much for sharin if you know what i mean
I gotta be honest man, idek. variety is the spice of life and all and ive been weed and rohyp all this time. but wow like idk you guys are a lot more up on this product game and i'm thinking i scratch your back you scratch mine.
I can get you things now and then, and you just keep doing what youre doing so i dont have to go clean again. this is no place to live clean.
You figure out what the bricks are and get to keep them and if theyre good stuff, then hook me up with some coke for my new friend and something interesting or different for me to mess around with.
I'll let him figure out his own deals with you in the future.
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day 49;
[ Delivered in the evening via the foolproof method of slipping it under the door and banging really really loudly on it. Don't bother looking outside though, she's totally not there any more. ]
ACTION; thank god for no locks
THE NUG FAIRY STRIKES AGAIN!]
you little creep-ass dude get out of my room
Who the - [ He crushes the note in his hand, glances a bit paranoid around his room - how did anyone even know which - whatever - ] - fuck is the Nug Fairy?
[ Which is like a thanks. Thank you, TJ. ]
November 7th-ish / Voicemail
Jesse? It's Regina. I wanted to make sure you were okay, everyone's going crazy.
[She could really put on an act when she wanted.]
Are things okay with your friend? Walt, was it? I know it's not my place to say anything, especially since you were so helpful when the scarecrows were attacking. But that's exactly why I'm doing this, I don't want to see you get hurt. He seems kind of, well. Off, is what I would go with. But you'd know him better than I do.
Just stay safe, okay?
[And the award goes to...]
voice;
[Hi, Jesse.
Didn't you miss your lawyer?]
voice;
especially
but only in this moment ]
Wow, I think there's, like, seven-year-olds with better jokes than this. Saul? When the hell'd you -- Are you okay, did --
[ Wait, no, there's another question in all of this, hang on. ] You're not rollin' with that asshole, right?
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[Like it or not — and Saul doesn't — Hank's the one who's been keeping him alive and out of trouble. The tactical advantage here is that he can play both sides now, which is why he's very, very far away from the hotel right now.]
So rollin' with isn't really the phrase I'd use. We don't talk much, he snores like an elephant, he hasn't stopped giving me shit since we showed up —
[Whoa, hold up.
Epiphany.
Saul sighs.]
Christ, it's my first marriage all over again.
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Well, ditch the wife, get the hell on over here instead, y'know? Cuz when that -- [ His voice lowers a little, like as if Hank's listening in right now. ] When that dickhead figures out who else is here? 'S been stayin' with me? We got a problem.
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[Who else is here.
Saul's had a headache for days; it just got worse.]
Walter?
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No, Al Capone; him and I are startin' it up in the biz together. Yeah, brainiac, who else would it be? He's been, like --
[ Oh, there's a long story somewhere in there. He's not getting to that one any time soon. ]
He's been watchin' my back, and what the hell's that prick gonna do here anyway? Even his gun ain't gonna do him much here, lemme say, there's a hell of a lot more to this place that you don't even know yet, man, just -- Get over here.
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I know you miss me. I get that. I'd miss me, too.
[Can't Jesse just hear him grinning?]
I'll visit ASAP, but I can't hang around permanently. You want me to be your lawyer, you want me to continue on with this whole watching your ass thing, you're gonna have to trust me and let me play this one my way. Like the Sinatra song.
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Yeah? Your way?
Look, I get it? [ Saul's just trying to figure out what bread he's trying to butter here, and that's fine. ] Hiding behind the big bad dude with the gun — without even, apparently, a gun? Like, fine, don't get over here, this ain't about lawyer shit anymore, Saul. [ Although it also kind of is but that's another venture for another time. ] Just trust me when I say there's bigger problems than Punch First, Ask Questions Later.
There's a lotta shit out there, man. [ Wow, that was almost concern. ]
Talkin' 'bout danger, motherfucker, look. [ Less concern. ] Like the Mystikal song.
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[He's totally hiding.]
Look, kid — I know. I get it. I'm genre savvy. When Schrader and I woke up, we were in that research facility. And there was a thing. Maybe a person, maybe a monster, I dunno — we heard it, we saw it, it was there, it was real, so you don't have to tell me jack about what's out —
[There's an anxious pause as he glances around.]
Here.
[Then, a little more quietly:] I know.
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[ As long as he knows. ] You didn't have to kill it or nothin', though, did you?
[ Hey, it's been a long month. There's been a lot of that going around. ]
Look, all's I'm sayin' is that me and Mr. White? We've been goin' at this a while. Learning, like, and we been up against some of this shit. Just remember that when you're up with your new best friend who hasn't come across jack shit yet, huh? Whoever you're stickin' to, man, your funeral when the scarecrows start rollin' back into town or somethin'.
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[Rubbing a hand over his face, he half-mutters:] Ease up on the jealousy for two seconds and listen to me, Jesse. This is not me switching sides. Yes, I'm forming a new alliance, but I have a plan. You're familiar with those, right? The things you pay me to come up with and carry out so your ass stays safe? It just so happens that this one keeps all of our asses safe. I'm just covering my bases, here. That's all.
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Okay, so let's hear it.
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[No, okay, even he has to sigh at the way this sounds.]
I'm doing this to help you and your partner. Or do we want him to go all 'vigilante justice' on your ass again? Because last time, the results weren't pretty.
[A pause.]
I need to get him to trust me.
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He's gonna trust you 'bout as far as he can throw you, y'know. Which ain't real far on account'a he's gotta eat, like, two buckets'a fried whatever before he even gets to it. He's a cop. You're a lawyer. You two're kinda bred to hate each other. [ It's in your blood!! Listen to your blood. ]
[ Which isn't to say he doesn't get it, last argumentative words and all. It's just kind of to say that he thinks it's an exercise in futility. ]
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Cool it, Brokeback, just do whatever you gotta do.
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[...that makes it sound even more gay, doesn't it?
Ah, well.]
December 22nd; voice
[Ichigo WHY ARE YOU SO TERRIBLE WITH NAMES.
To be fair though, he'd only heard about jesse in passing. "Friend of Saya's who's lost a leg" would just be rude. Right?]
This is Ichigo. I guess you don't know who I am, but I'm a...friend of Saya's. Uh...I don't know if she told you, but...we went out to the hospital to get you some stuff. Crutches and...things.
[There's a pause as he tries to think of the best way to explain this. He doesn't want to tell this person Saya killed herself, but...he'd probably want to know what happened.
So he decides to try and sidestep it altogether. GOOD JOB.]
....Anyway, uh....neither of us can get it to you. I'm sending a friend of mine over to deliver it to you-His name's Rin. He's got black hair and he's loud as hell.
[Another pause.]
Oh, and he has a tail.
...Yeah. That's it.
voice;
[ Whatever. Close enough. ]
What's goin' on? Saya's, like — She's okay, right?
[ It's hesitant on his end for a moment too, a bit guarded and a little downtrodden on account of, well, it's not exactly Saya making the call, is it? That means she's gotta be hurt, out of commission, or way worse than that. Given the place, he's placing a bet on the 'way worse'. ]
Where is she?
voice;
[He'll forget it the next time he sees you. WHOOPS.
But...dammit. Of course he'd ask. of course. Now what does he say?]
...She's....
[He takes in a breath-don't remember don't remember and lets it out softly.
...Okay. He should just....lay it out on the table. It's easier that way.]
...She's dead.
voice;
[ Jesse's quiet for a long while, no response. When he does finally fire off a few more words to Ichigo, they come out in a bit of a croak, asking the worst out of him because he has to know. ]
What happened?
voice;
It'll never be easy.]
She...
[For a long while, there's nothing more than pained breathing-like someone trying to force back a hideous memory, panting with the effort it took to just not give over to it and let it replay in his head.
Breaking down over the phone isn't something he wants to do. Hell, it was awful just telling his friends, and they were in person for that.
When he does speak, it's practically a whisper.]
...She killed herself.
voice;
[ No. Saya? No. Not her. Not when she was in the middle of a mission or some shit, not without telling anyone, right? Not without something else, she wasn't — He meant, he'd never noticed if she was, but — ]
She, uh.
[ Verbalizing's getting difficult. He's fucking floored by it, however intentional this may have been. Half of him wants to ask questions, drill into this, figure out how it happened. The second half recognizes that Ichigo's in about as much shock as he is right now and knows better than to press too hard. He's not sure he even wants to know. ]
When did — She's dead, just like that, she — Jesus.
voice;
It hurts less that way.
But....he feels like he should tell Jesse why. He's one of her friends-and even if it's a retelling of his own inability, he deserves to know.]
...We ran into those reindeer going to the hospital, and they hurt her. The painkillers she had...I guess one of the pills made the pain worse. She..
[He stops, gulping hard.]
...She started screaming and writhing around, and...she asked me to kill her.
[Another pause, and then he speaks in a low voice, a tinge of bitterness and self-loathing coloring his words.]
...I couldn't.
So...she...she shot herself.
[There's a long moment of silence after that.
It feels like there should be one, not just that he doesn't know what to say.
...Although he has no clue what to say now. What can you say after you've seen your friend blow out their brains in front of you?
Eventually, he just starts mumbling to himself, guilt and the contempt he has for himself practically dripping off every word.]
Because I wasn't strong enough to stop her suffering...she had to do it herself. Heh. Some friend I am.
voice;
[ Torn apart by some kind of creature, the toys, the bear traps, whatever, the bears themselves, fine, that he can handle, but a fucking reindeer gores somebody you care about and that's not so easy to deal with. ]
[ Especially when he sent her out in the first place. ]
[ Yeah, that guilt's gonna twist for a while. ]
She — [ No, he doesn't want to know any more details. Picturing Saya with a gun to her head is already something that sends a shudder through him; he can't even imagine. He's going to promptly change direction, swiping a harried hand over his face. ]
You couldn't'a — The gun, I mean, you — [ Obviously not, or he wouldn't so so distraught enough as it was. But the pills would've passed, right, they would've passed. It gives him pause with the ones he's been taking on his own. ] Jesus.
Are you, like — Are you okay, what'd you do with — [ Her body. ]
voice;
She just-she was too fast.
[He'd tried. God, did he try.
But it just wasn't good enough.
He avoids the question about himself, since he's not the one who Jesse needs to hear about.]
...She's...still there. I...couldn't-
[Remembering the mess, how he fell to his knees...no, he couldn't take her with him. He'd been too deep in shock, and he really blacked out for a while until he found himself walking in the forest, clutching the bag to his side tightly.]
...I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
[It doesn't change anything, apologizing like this. But it's HIS fault, he thinks. It's all his fault.]
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No but back 2 the point newbie aint got shit yet and needs to know what shit he needs 2 get 2 get goods.
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Can he do anything?
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agree on the salvation army crap and all
in the meantime ive got some things you might could use for your operation if youre interested
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oh yeah? shoot man
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i got papers, pipes, scales, bags, pharmaceuticals, mortars and burners. Had to make my own shit before you beautiful bastards showed up.
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Hey you got any hook ups in northtown? Hell if i got a starting point you dont gotta step a foot into there. People trying to funnel anarchy into somethin like legaler, i dont get it. Between your mayor and my fatass fed, we got a team.
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approach at your own risk, but she may know a guy or two. i dunno.
specialty is anything I can melt down and shoot up, but i been sticking to weed cus it's easier for me to do on my own. pills mostly. hospital meds melted down. i'm not the knowledgeable type on manufacturing. i've picked up stuff though. things wash up on the beach sometimes. crates and shit.
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Plenty of weed got grown in that whole new year thing, we're like mad flourishing on that front. Coke is in big stock too. You holdin right now? Crates?
rapid fire texts
All my plants got a bad case of frost bite so i've been getting low.
Shit ton of tranquilizers and rohyp, though from back when they were more regular on the hospital and i was still gettin away with slipping up that far north.
I might have some x lying around if i check.
I wasn't never much for sharin if you know what i mean
type like the WIND bullseye
Its all a matter of what you want outta this
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I can get you things now and then, and you just keep doing what youre doing so i dont have to go clean again. this is no place to live clean.
You figure out what the bricks are and get to keep them and if theyre good stuff, then hook me up with some coke for my new friend and something interesting or different for me to mess around with.
I'll let him figure out his own deals with you in the future.