video || Day 83

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie doesn't look so good right now. Seems to be a theme with him when he's desperate enough to actually post on this thing. But the welled up anger and frustration about this whole situation is itching under his skin to do something. Like subject the whole town to his dark-circled eyes and ridiculous curly haystack of hair. You're welcome.]

Anyone got a fucking soup recipe or some shit? Like we even got anything to fucking cook with.

I got shit to trade for it if you do got any.

[He gives the camera a glare, clearly seeing if he has any other reason to say anything. Apparently not. The feed ends.]


[ooc: After the 'Meyer getting attacked by a tiger' plot. Charlie is home with the sicky and not happy about it.]

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[dowhatisays]

Why don't you fucking check the fucking cupboards, alright?

[Charlie throws himself back on a kitchen chair, suddenly done with all this. The beer and the percocets and the lack of sleep are all piling up on him, not to mention having to sit on the edge of their bed, holding Meyer by his shoulders as he drank water and biting the inside of his cheek every time he made one of those pained noises that stab him right in the gut. If he were along he might say fuck it and put his head down on the table. But he barely knows this guy, and if they really are going to be business partners he can't let him see him like that. If there's one thing he's learned it's how dangerous it is to show any sign of weakness around people you do business with. So he just scrubs his hands over his face and slumps where he is.]

[magnets]

[ Jesse could snap back at Charlie, almost does until he turns back to the guy and really soaks in how wrung out he looks right now. He drops the spoon in the soup and sighs, scratching a thumb at his brow line. ]

Break a chair or somethin', man. How about ya don't start takin' it out on me? [ But to his credit, he starts looking through the cupboards, pulling them open and pawing haphazardly through them. ] Mosquito bites your ass, you don't start- gunnin' after the guy the mosquito's keepin' hostage. Christ's sake.

[dowhatisays]

Already broke one. Meyer keeps giving me shit for it since it ain't like we can goes out and get more.

[Maybe he can shoot one of the cameras again, that felt good. But they only got so many bullets here.]

[magnets]

[ True that. It's not like someone's going out and carving new shit out of trees. ] I don't know, man, punch some damn pillows or somethin'. [ Their options really are limited here, so long as the guys upstairs aren't repairing or replenishing anything here. ]

[ Jesse digs a canister out of the back of one of the cupboards, rolls it in his hands as he reads the label. He glances back at Charlie momentarily, flashes the container at him as he straightens up. ] How long you guys been partners for? I just, uh. [ Back to looking at the bottle in his hands, and then back to the soup with a shrug-roll of his shoulder. ] Ya seem to really care about him. Ain't much honor among us thieves, it's kinda- rare.

[ What the fuck is oregano anyway? Whatever, it's better than nothing. ]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie smiles, just a little. People are often commenting on that - the way they seem to trust each other implicitly in a business where it's wisest not to trust anyone.]

We met when we was kids, back in the Lower East Side. He was nine, I was fourteen. We kinda stuck with each other since then.