#smokefools

"are you fuckin' jokin'?" he's got jimmy's blood on his hands. he looks up at him in anger, presuming these are his last seconds in the quiet eye of the storm, and he regifts that blood, printing it red and wet across the unstained side seams of his shirt.

beverly takes firm hold, but doesn't dig his heels in. if jimmy wants to move, he'll just slide along behind him.

"Would it even stick that long?"

Billie thinks not - there's something about him, now. He's not like he was, and if he's not an option for her to nibble on, then it's unlikely that he'll ever be in hospital again.

Still, she fusses. Of course she fusses. Sets out the first aid and soothes a hand over the crown of his head - all while donning a silly little nurse's cap she's picked up from who knows where.

It's not illness that catches him anyway, it's the large gash in his side from who knows what that Billie knows it's up to her to patch up.

(Even if they did put Jimmy in the hospital, how would they explain... well. How would they explain?)

                Throat bobs around nothing as she swallow, pupils the size of dinner plates. Fingers have an unnatural grip on the twenty dollar bill that's wound so fucking tight. She can't help it.

                " Do you know how nice I am t'these people ?? " She asks, hands making a grand gesture. " I give and I give and it's like... all they fuckin' do is take, ya know ?? I asked this guy if he wanted a coke- not this coke, " She points to the microwave plate covered in a small pile of white powder. " And he said no. Gave him a fuckin cup anyways for like some water or whatever, and guess what I find at his table ?? " Holly answers for him before he can answer himself. " A COKE. I swear, Jimmy, these people want me dead. " It was a bit of a stretch for something as simple as that.

                Holly leans in, about to put bill to nose, make that white line disappear, but she pulls back a moment.

                Nick can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. Hands shove into the pockets of slacks, watching Jimmy work. He had always loved it. Nickolas thought he was fucking nuts until this man showed up. Since then he's learned a thing or two.

                " Oh, Jimbo I didn't say it wasn't fun. " Just that in order to get info, it wont work. Usually people will tell you whatever it is they think you want to hear when you've got splinters of bamboo under every fingernail, hooking them up to a defibrillator. They tell you all sorts of things, bank passwords, where their questionable porn stash is, keys to the Porsche. But its never the info he's needed.

                The loud crack on his knee doesn't phase him. In fact it brings a smile to the dogs face, a chuckle wracking his shoulders.

"jimmmaaaaay!" lola flicks her board up in her hand, grinning like an idiot - maybe she shouldn't have been too loud, never know who's around.. but there's no way her family or friends could see or hear her right now, so why's she all paranoid? maybe j-dog is rubbing off on her. oh that's a good one, she's gonna use that one. "j-dog, how are you? look, i know you're like.. probably close to the cartel, but i really need to get an eighth from somewhere. you.... gonna help me with that? c'mon. you're basically like, my god dad, ain't ya." @smokefools

She's always enjoyed the cold. It's a far cry from the stagnant, wet heat of the caves she knew on that island she once loved. The chill made her feel very much alive, making her cheeks bloom, a faint emerald green instead of pink, and her skin to prick up.

There's a harshness to the chill that resonates with her, even if she looks no better than him, a mound of snow collecting atop her head and freezing her lashes. "Am I?" Mechanical monotone that pierces the whipping wind.

What it can do was, apparently, set back the clock which, as interesting as that was, seemed to place them in a sort of limbo. No way forward, only a step back.

For Iona, that would warrant little change. Should her day repeat forever and ever, so long as there was a carcass nearby, she could pleasantly survive it. Jimmy, however— "I think it would be wise to set a limit. Try again, but not forever." Another course of action may present itself in the future.

Trust Sentences, Vol. 2

a  very  judgmental  tug  of  defined  brows  from  the  russian,  cerulean  orbs  languid  along  @smokefools  physique—from  head  to  down  to  boots—  before  ensconcing  back  onto  his  face  with  unmistakable  conviction.