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lonedanger) wrote in route666rp2025-06-18 01:03 pm
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( closed ) with the warmth of smoke on your lungs
Who: Len (lonedanger), Benny (x2bet)
What: Begrudging camaraderie, veiled threats, meeting somewhere in the middle.
Where: Convoy
When: Dusk, post-shield repair
Warnings: Adult themes, smoking, references to canon typical violence. This section will be amended as necessary!
[ They've kept a respectable distance from each other, with what Len feels is a mutual desire not to risk either raising his own unpredictable ire or testing Benny's potential to pull a gun on him for the third time. He also suspects a not-significant reason of his own stems from the odd dream he had several weeks back, of a time when he was desperate and young and craving validation, craving escape. Benny was there, then, extending an offer to join the Chairmen over a glass of whiskey in a shitty bar in New Reno, all slick hair and slicker talk. Had Len had the opportunity then to take that sort of extension of kindness - investment that it was - he thinks he would have.
Anything to get out of that town and every Jet inhaler attaching him to the Mordinos.
He wasn't as clever then, as well-versed as he is now in the salesmanship involved in a scheme like that. He would have owed everything to them, to Benny. It doesn't escape him that things might have shook out that way if he'd been noticed sooner. That he might be wearing an equally gaudy suit, that his philosophy would be wildly removed from what it is now.
The courier has been rationing his cigarettes for some time now - the flavored ones here are godawful - and he lights one up at the edge of the convoy, watching the horizon and chewing on everything they've recently had to undergo. How much more is left. When it will end. He catches movement in the periphery, a familiar figure cutting around another truck looking for some reprieve away from the rest of the activity and recognizes Benny immediately.
Len whistles sharply to catch his attention, gaze intent as he beckons him closer with curled fingers, not about to let him slip away thinking he hadn't been caught out. ]
Benny. [ He drawls a greeting, exhaling smoke. ] Stayin' out of trouble?
lonedanger), Benny (x2bet)What: Begrudging camaraderie, veiled threats, meeting somewhere in the middle.
Where: Convoy
When: Dusk, post-shield repair
Warnings: Adult themes, smoking, references to canon typical violence. This section will be amended as necessary!
[ They've kept a respectable distance from each other, with what Len feels is a mutual desire not to risk either raising his own unpredictable ire or testing Benny's potential to pull a gun on him for the third time. He also suspects a not-significant reason of his own stems from the odd dream he had several weeks back, of a time when he was desperate and young and craving validation, craving escape. Benny was there, then, extending an offer to join the Chairmen over a glass of whiskey in a shitty bar in New Reno, all slick hair and slicker talk. Had Len had the opportunity then to take that sort of extension of kindness - investment that it was - he thinks he would have.
Anything to get out of that town and every Jet inhaler attaching him to the Mordinos.
He wasn't as clever then, as well-versed as he is now in the salesmanship involved in a scheme like that. He would have owed everything to them, to Benny. It doesn't escape him that things might have shook out that way if he'd been noticed sooner. That he might be wearing an equally gaudy suit, that his philosophy would be wildly removed from what it is now.
The courier has been rationing his cigarettes for some time now - the flavored ones here are godawful - and he lights one up at the edge of the convoy, watching the horizon and chewing on everything they've recently had to undergo. How much more is left. When it will end. He catches movement in the periphery, a familiar figure cutting around another truck looking for some reprieve away from the rest of the activity and recognizes Benny immediately.
Len whistles sharply to catch his attention, gaze intent as he beckons him closer with curled fingers, not about to let him slip away thinking he hadn't been caught out. ]
Benny. [ He drawls a greeting, exhaling smoke. ] Stayin' out of trouble?