The Legend Of Tommy Levi
"White White Walls and Hospitals..." -Dawkins
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"White White Walls and Hospitals..." -Dawkins
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White White Walls, and Hospitals... All These Things are Trivial Posted by Pissed. He was pissed, sitting in seat 17A on the flight to Tokyo. He had wanted to be anything You know what's unfair? The woman looked at him, startled since in the now five hours that they had been airborn, the only words he'd said to her were I think this is my seat... Yeah, he was a definite sweet talker, for sure. Nevertheless, she brushed her black bangs out of her face, and stared into his eyes I beg your pardon? He realized he'd made a horrible mistake, and looked to quickly remedy it Oh Lord, where are my manners? Hello, I'm Taylor Dawkins He opened his hand, hoping she'd take it Tamara Nguyen, nice to meet you, Taylor Dawkins She took his hand, and Dawk quickly hunched forward, and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. She meekly smiled; even blushed Now what were you saying again? Oh... well, I was going to say... you have a job, right? Yes, I do. I'm a fashion consultant Alright, that's good. Now, don't you hate it when like, someone you work with, they want to be in your shoes? Like, they want everything you have, and they try to sabotage you? Like, everywhere you turn, this person's trying to garner sympathy... Oh, I only got three hours of sleep, or My migraine is killing me, but I'll work through it, or the best one yet, He stole my mother's ashes from me! Tamara eyed him somewhat sarcastically, a bewitching of a smile pursing her lips Oh yeah, I hear that last one ALL the time The two laughed; she figured he was making a joke, while he realized that he'd REALLY have to watch what the hell he was saying, and JESUS did he want to trace his hand up her legs, beneath her skirt, and into the promised land... Eventually, man... Eventually what? He'd done it agian. Time to think of a cover up, otherwise he'd have to say that he was just reassuring himself that she'd be thrashing on his hand in a few minutes if he had his way Huh? Oh... I was just saying, eventually, you get so sick of this person, that you retaliate. You know, maybe a verbal confrontation, or a little note... I prefer hitting them over the head with a chair, you know? Her infectious giggle permeated throughout the aircraft. She rubbed his shoulder, and slid it down his arm, resting it on his thigh You are really too much, you know that? He smirked a little, trying to cover up the blatant honesty he was giving her with a little bullshittin Yeah, I know. Well, that's what's been happening with me. And now, tomorrow, I guess there's some meeting with me and this co worker that just hates me, and I KNOW that the frickin boss is after me, and I KNOW that they're gonna do all they can to get rid of me. I mean, it's just so ridiculous... I'm a good guy, I haven't done anything wrong, I'm just really good at what I do... and it's just... He stood up, and looked around. Justin Sane was a few rows back, as were the APA, and Korax. Uh oh, I hope I don't get in trouble for using Korax, now... They all eyed Dawk, worried about what the hell he was gonna do now FUCK YOU, THOMAS AARON LEVI! And FUCK YOU, BOYCE! An infant began to cry, as an entire cabin of passengers stared. The RWA guys just shook their heads... well, Sane actually started laughing Crazy son of a bitch... Dawk's veins were pushing up on his forehead and neck, and his breathing was becoming very irregular. Tamara began rubbing the back of his neck, digging her thumbs in Wow, Taylor Dawkins, you're VERY tense. This must be a very important job VERY important, Tamara, very important, indeed Suddenly, he jumped... her hands had left his neck, and found their way to his zipper. She kissed him on the lips Well, Taylor Dawkins, if tomorrow is so important, we certainly can't have you going into a meeting blinded by your stressful rage, now can we? She stood up, and Dawk did the same, backing down the aisle so she could head towards the bathroom. He stood there, and whispered to himself I guess not. Those sons of bitches will get theirs tomorrow... I'ma get mine right now... As he walked, a piece of paper fell... He followed behind her, high fiving Sane as he passed, and locking the bathroom door. Mile High Club? God damn right... The cameraman was smart enough NOT to follow. Instead, he went over to the sheet of paper, and found out the reason of Dawkins' rage... INFERNO | | |
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