Snake Plissken

Here's the deal. Tomorrow is Macaria's birthday. She's being all on the sly about it and thinks no one's doing shit for her. Yeah, she forgot the clever old bastard with one eye. I invited her to come down to the shop for a drink tomorrow sometime after noon. It's officially a party. She doesn't know and any bastard who tells her gets an ass kicking.

So that's it. Tomorrow, Viper, my custom shop, Manhattan, be there before noon, Macaria's birthday party, use the side door from the alley. If she has friends I don't know and you do, invite them. Need a ride down, let me know and I can figure something out.


( The Party.. because the mun was too lazy to make two posts )

In relation to "Dead Man Walking"


Snake hadn’t known what to do to thank a god. Hell, Dionysus may have stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his life. It wasn’t the drinking himself to death part. Hell, it might have happened in the past when he passed out on his sofa for two days without moving or remembering anything. No, the god had reminded him that there was something worth pulling through this damned existence for and that it could be worse. It had been worse. Life wasn’t half bad at the moment all things considered and especially when compared with the past.

It had taken Snake days to find something he thought was worth leaving as an offering, gift, thank you or whatever it was suppose to be. Even when he did find it he had all but brandished his revolvers in one of New York’s finest restaurants to get his hands on it. That scene at the restaurant of him threatening to toss the owner out the window if he wasn’t allowed to buy what he had came for still made him laugh. All those tacky people with too much money and not enough taste staring at the scruffy man in the blood splattered trench coat should be made into a comedy sketch so the rest of the world could laugh too.

He walked out on to the Coney Beach. It had been his savior in a way. The beach he had seen her on when they met and the one that always reminded him of her. He walked over to the rock wall near Keyspan Park and stared out on the ocean for a long time before even moving. After he managed to pull himself from his thoughts he pulled out the 180 year old bottle of wine and the three crystal glasses and set them down on the wall. He looked down at them. Snake had wanted an older bottle but there wasn’t one to be had anywhere in the city or at least not one he could find the whereabouts of.

He always felt stupid when he did this but stupid or not it was something he wanted to do. He stared out at the ocean again before saying quietly in the wind.

Thank you.

He turned and walked away. If he had learned anything about the gods, they knew when you were talking to them even without the name, even without them being there. Snake was sure that Dionysus would know.


DioMUN no rping needed unless you want to. Snake just wanted to say "Thank You".. I would take that for what it is.. He doesn't say that often.