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lieu_murphy
Jul. 16th, 2009 12:00 amIt wasn't until the next evening that Snake could get away to call. He was still sour over the yelling he endured from his officers. Still he managed to get away for another day. That was the benefit of learning quickly and being an officer. He took one of the jeeps and headed for Chicago. He needed away from the military for just a little while. That's when he remembered the cute cop. Snake got out his phone and gave her a call at her cell number.
Lt. Plissken for lieu_murphy
Jul. 15th, 2009 06:56 pmPlissken was glad to be back in the states. After three months of nothing but missions out in the middle of eastern Russia Snake would have went to a garbage dump as long as it was warm and stateside. As luck would have it on arrival they were sent to Chicago for leave and training on a new software program for the targeting systems of the gulfires.
It was July, warm and they let them out for a day. Earlier had mostly involved sleeping in and gorging on real food in any place that caught their eye. Now that it was drawing toward evening they wanted to drink. The six of them found a rather low key bar and shuffled into a big corner booth together. They were drunk and relatively rowdy as the night wore on. It wasn’t much.. loud talking and too much laughing.
Snake got up to get another round. Sophia wasn’t old enough to drink and so he promised to find a virgin, girly drink for her. The bartender assured him that with a little time he could make a virgin margarita. Plissken waited eying up a rather attractive local who was standing beside him. He bought her a drink and stood talking to her. She was a secretary and single. She liked to drink whiskey which he thought was the best thing he’d heard in a long time. Together they stood there drinking whiskey and talking about his tour oversees. Things were going well and the drinks were lining up on the bar. Snake only now noticed that he wasn’t going to be able to carry them all to the table so he invited the girl to join them over in the booth.
She did join them and due to space constraints had to sit on Snake’s lap. He was all too happy with the situation especially when she got in close and wrapped an arm around his neck. Maybe he would stay off base until morning. That was when things went wrong.
To Snake, it appeared as though the girl just disappeared off his lap but the shriek told him something was horribly wrong. Some big, ugly bastard had pulled her off by her hair. He was going on about how she was still his. Snake glanced at the others who made a face. They didn’t want him getting involved but knew Plissken enough to see a fight coming. Snake stood up and scowled.
“Let her go son of a bitch.” Snake looked up at the man who had a good 3 or four inches on him.
“What are you going to do about it?” He shoved the woman away and turned on Snake.
Plissken didn’t even flinch as the bastard approached. Once he was in range Plissken sucker punched him full force in the stomach. It stumbled the man but he kept coming. Snake dodged a swing shoved his opponent. Off balance the man stumbled back again. Plissken kicked him and sent him back into the door which promptly shattered. Some of his friends got up as Snake chased him out the door.
A hit came to the back of the head that sent Plissken to the pavement. He rolled on instinct no matter the pain and saw his attackers now numbered four. He managed to get to his feet just as one came in. He took the punch to the side as he slammed his head into the attacker’s nose. It brought blood instantly. Snake ignored the wounded one and turned on the others. They were coming in hard and it took a trained eye to see one of them had a knife palmed. Snake could hear sirens coming. Inwardly, despite being reprimanded on base, he hoped those cops were coming here. Snake used his speed to keep from getting trapped. One dropped and Snake smiled when he saw Taylor revealed as one fell. He didn’t have time to say thanks as the glint of a knife caught his attention. Snake dodged praying those cops hurried the fuck up.
It was July, warm and they let them out for a day. Earlier had mostly involved sleeping in and gorging on real food in any place that caught their eye. Now that it was drawing toward evening they wanted to drink. The six of them found a rather low key bar and shuffled into a big corner booth together. They were drunk and relatively rowdy as the night wore on. It wasn’t much.. loud talking and too much laughing.
Snake got up to get another round. Sophia wasn’t old enough to drink and so he promised to find a virgin, girly drink for her. The bartender assured him that with a little time he could make a virgin margarita. Plissken waited eying up a rather attractive local who was standing beside him. He bought her a drink and stood talking to her. She was a secretary and single. She liked to drink whiskey which he thought was the best thing he’d heard in a long time. Together they stood there drinking whiskey and talking about his tour oversees. Things were going well and the drinks were lining up on the bar. Snake only now noticed that he wasn’t going to be able to carry them all to the table so he invited the girl to join them over in the booth.
She did join them and due to space constraints had to sit on Snake’s lap. He was all too happy with the situation especially when she got in close and wrapped an arm around his neck. Maybe he would stay off base until morning. That was when things went wrong.
To Snake, it appeared as though the girl just disappeared off his lap but the shriek told him something was horribly wrong. Some big, ugly bastard had pulled her off by her hair. He was going on about how she was still his. Snake glanced at the others who made a face. They didn’t want him getting involved but knew Plissken enough to see a fight coming. Snake stood up and scowled.
“Let her go son of a bitch.” Snake looked up at the man who had a good 3 or four inches on him.
“What are you going to do about it?” He shoved the woman away and turned on Snake.
Plissken didn’t even flinch as the bastard approached. Once he was in range Plissken sucker punched him full force in the stomach. It stumbled the man but he kept coming. Snake dodged a swing shoved his opponent. Off balance the man stumbled back again. Plissken kicked him and sent him back into the door which promptly shattered. Some of his friends got up as Snake chased him out the door.
A hit came to the back of the head that sent Plissken to the pavement. He rolled on instinct no matter the pain and saw his attackers now numbered four. He managed to get to his feet just as one came in. He took the punch to the side as he slammed his head into the attacker’s nose. It brought blood instantly. Snake ignored the wounded one and turned on the others. They were coming in hard and it took a trained eye to see one of them had a knife palmed. Snake could hear sirens coming. Inwardly, despite being reprimanded on base, he hoped those cops were coming here. Snake used his speed to keep from getting trapped. One dropped and Snake smiled when he saw Taylor revealed as one fell. He didn’t have time to say thanks as the glint of a knife caught his attention. Snake dodged praying those cops hurried the fuck up.
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Feb. 21st, 2009 11:05 amMake a list of things that you would leave to other people in the event of your demise.
Honestly ain't much to leave. Anything that could be "mine", including the shop is in my family's name whether it be one of my wives or Evie. I don't have anything in my name. Guess I'd leave the dogs to the family to care for. Same with Sela, Bonnie, Cleo and Anthony. Lucifer I'd give to Lucifer. My guns should go to someone who could use them. They've saved my ass more than once. I'd give them to Taylor but likely if I was dead he would be too. I'd probably leave them to Connie. As for the Warbird I'd probably give that to Will just to shock the shit out of him and my Rifle for Legolas so he could learn to use it and get up with the times. My wedding band could be Cassie's or Mia's for whomever she ever meets or just to wear. It was her grandfather's and her great grandfather's. Otherwise I don't have anything to leave to anyone. I don't really own anything.
Honestly ain't much to leave. Anything that could be "mine", including the shop is in my family's name whether it be one of my wives or Evie. I don't have anything in my name. Guess I'd leave the dogs to the family to care for. Same with Sela, Bonnie, Cleo and Anthony. Lucifer I'd give to Lucifer. My guns should go to someone who could use them. They've saved my ass more than once. I'd give them to Taylor but likely if I was dead he would be too. I'd probably leave them to Connie. As for the Warbird I'd probably give that to Will just to shock the shit out of him and my Rifle for Legolas so he could learn to use it and get up with the times. My wedding band could be Cassie's or Mia's for whomever she ever meets or just to wear. It was her grandfather's and her great grandfather's. Otherwise I don't have anything to leave to anyone. I don't really own anything.
Better get grandpa his ice skates.
Don't make me take you to the kitchen.
You fucking Brat.
You drive a nice cockroach.
Paparazzi patrol
Cocaine and Twister don't mix
I'm cheap. It'll cost you a pie.
The (insert appliance) encountered mom's sword.
Dad's rattling.
Bite the black dogs
Better than collecting stamps.
I agree with the horses
I can't go native.
Did a tiger maul you?
We're supposed to be divorced. We should argue more.
You need some goat piss
Snake trap
Playing cops and robbers
Snake's/Dad's "other girlfriend"
The Cat house
She saw a spider.
Don't make me take you to the kitchen.
You fucking Brat.
You drive a nice cockroach.
Paparazzi patrol
Cocaine and Twister don't mix
I'm cheap. It'll cost you a pie.
The (insert appliance) encountered mom's sword.
Dad's rattling.
Bite the black dogs
Better than collecting stamps.
I agree with the horses
I can't go native.
Did a tiger maul you?
We're supposed to be divorced. We should argue more.
You need some goat piss
Snake trap
Playing cops and robbers
Snake's/Dad's "other girlfriend"
The Cat house
She saw a spider.
