the green mile, another sam rockwell

[gimmecornbread]

Ain't you sweet. Sweet little precious girl what can't take her eyes off ole Billy the Kid over here, huh? Handsome man like me, I can understand.

Now whatcha gonna do, hmm? I ain't gonna be controlled, I tell you that much. I thank you kindly, real kindly, for getting me off that Green Mile, thank you with all the kindness in my heart.

How 'bout we find that limp noodle? Sure he's about somewheres, slitherin' like a snake, always watching out and fuckin' up. Think we can find him? We can try.

We gonna have some good times, Billy the Kid'll guarantee you that.

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[gammabruce]

Just looking at you makes me want to take a shower. My mun, on the other hand, thinks you're wonderful. Never have we disagreed more.

<- regrets nothing.

[giselle_magic]

Oh my goodness! Have you lost something? I can help you find it! And my, what a cute name you have!

[gimmecornbread]

Hey, hey. Give a man a break. I just got outta prison, y'see, I gots to get plenty of things before I go anywhere. A shower's one of 'em, all right.

I'm wonderful all right, in every way. I'm a real swell catch of a fish in all the oceans on Mother Earth.

What is there to regret?

[gimmecornbread]

...what the fuck are you talking 'bout?

[gammabruce]

If that's the excuse you want to use...

What makes you so wonderful?

[giselle_magic]

You said you needed to find a limp noodle, silly! If you need to find something, then obviously, it's lost!

[gimmecornbread]

Ain't a damn excuse, man, it's the truth. It's the simple truth and the fact and the fact of the matter is that I need a fuckin' shower as soon as I can do it, and pointin' that out is just plain ugly. People bein' ugly to each other, it ain't somethin' I really get or tolerate, so's we're on the same page.

Why ain't you asking your mun that?

[gimmecornbread]

[Oh, that...oh gosh, he's just. Going to laugh.

Mind those hideously discolored teeth, you pretty thing, you.]

Oh, no. No, thank you kindly, ain't a thing...it's a person. Friend o' mine, reckon you could say. Need a little reunion, you catch my drift?

[giselle_magic]

[Just a little off-put by the teeth. Sir, she knows some enchanted toothpastes that could really help with--OH, FRIEND? YOU SAID THE MAGIC WORD. Cue fluttery hands and the brightest smile ever.]

Oh, my, yes! I understand you perfectly! To be separated from a friend is just horrible! The cruelest thing!

[gammabruce]

You haven't even seen me at my worst. [Which might be an apology.] Alright, fine. No more comments on your smell.

Because my mun won't tell me. She does, however, want me to ask you if you intend to go someplace. I presume she means a game.

[gimmecornbread]

[Well well! The French man had called Percy a fucking cruel bastard at one point, so Billy's quite pleased. He'll play this up all day and night, see how far he gets with this pretty little thing. Ain't she perty.]

Yeah, see...we go back, way back. He helped me out a great deal, done real nice things for me, I feel just sure awful not gettin' to see him, but where I'm from, we ain't...we ain't exactly pop'lar.

[abrushofsanity]

You'll only find what they want you to find, see those they want you to see-- complain and do as you like, it does nothing. Nothing.

[gimmecornbread]

A-ha, you're all straight to the point. A straight pointer! I like me some straight pointers, keep their heads down and their asses outta trouble. Good clean citizens, great fellers.

[Oh dear, Bruce, a game for this guy? Surely you jest.]

Yeah, see, she ain't...ain't goin' nowhere as far as I know or would even say. Just kind of, you see...here.

Cuz I can be or whatsit.

[gimmecornbread]

Oh, I ain't complainin'. We ain't got no gripes between us yet, I've not run across a thing to complain about.

[gammabruce]

[An awkward chuckle. Keeping out of trouble? That doesn't usually describe him, but ok. He'll go with it.]

Right, then. Perhaps you require a direction. In which case, I've been prompted to point you to this. I doubt you want to go to another prison, though.

[giselle_magic]

[She's going to listen attentively, hang on every word. This could go on for hours. Literally.]

Old buddies, outcasts. It's almost romantic! If you tell me a location, I can get my birds to help! They're such good helpers! The rats and roaches too, surprisingly!

1/2

[gimmecornbread]

[Oh, he knows that place. That was the first place his mun had even thought of in regards to him.

Oh, and he does not like the idea of another prison, you can bet your sweet angry ass on that one, Bruce. He don't like it a bit.

But he'll just spread his lips in a big, discolored toothy grin.]

[gimmecornbread]

Well, sir, I thank ya kindly for it and all, I surely do, but I ain't goin' back to no Goddamn prison.

[gimmecornbread]

[Oh, she's a crazy one. She's complete lunatic, ain't she?

Like ole Billy's one to judge about that.]

Ain't romantic t'all, sweetie. Just friends, not a thing more.

[gammabruce]

That's an understandable reaction. It wasn't really my suggestion.

[This mun had contemplated putting him there, too. Lack of backstory being a detriment. Still. If any game could bring out his best, what little there is, that'd be it.

Obvious bias is obvious.]

[giselle_magic]

[Just a giggle here.]

Not like that, silly lil Billy! It is daytime, and naughty things are for night only! I only meant romantiiiiic~ [yes, she just sang the word.] in a poetic sense!

[gimmecornbread]

[Oh sweet mother of God.]

I don't think you're following, doll. It ain't poetic or anythin' like that. We's just old buds.

[gimmecornbread]

[Poor Goosey Brucey, Bill ain't exactly the one to commiserate about shit with.]

As I said, thank you kindly and sweetly and all the other perty little poetic words, but it ain't happenin' and that's all there is to it.

[giselle_magic]

Yes, yes, but you're looking for him! It's like a quest! From a fairy tale!

[gimmecornbread]

Ah, no, no it ain't. It's more like...he owes me and I'mma get what I'm owed. Ain't nothing fairy about it, hate to break that bit o' realism to ya, lady.

[gammabruce]

Okay. No one said you had to.

[gimmecornbread]

Good thing, cuz ole Billy the Kid does exactly what he wants and when he wants to do it.

[gammabruce]

You really must be new to this whole mun-and-muse thing.

[giselle_magic]

[Siiiiiigh.]

Must you describe everything so plainly?

[gimmecornbread]

Or maybe I just got me a damn good bitch at the wheel.

[Thanks, Bill. You're a real winner.]

[gimmecornbread]

Ain't makin' a big deal out o' what ain't a big deal in the first place, lady. It is what it is and that's exactly all that it is.

[gammabruce]

Key word there being 'maybe'.

[gimmecornbread]

Maybe you just don't understand that ladies is just like dogs—all of 'em's different. You treat 'em right, they won't bite. They bite, you kick their teeth out. Don't bite ever again.

[Still think he's wonderful?]

[gammabruce]

[Just a long stare here.]

You haven't had a stable relationship in your life. Probably won't ever. There's the added benefit of a criminal record that will catch up to you in the worst way. And here you are trying to explain women? Somehow I doubt you are a credible source of advice.

[gimmecornbread]

[Oh Bruce, you dun fucked up now.]

Oh, you've a big ole mouth, don't you? Make you all like that where you're from? Why's you so intent on me not knowing women, hmm? What, they scare you? Was it your mother or your sister what took your virginity, huh?

[gammabruce]

[Shit just got real.]

I'll advise you one time only: do not mention my mother again.

[gimmecornbread]

Oh, I hit me a sore spot, did I? What, she run off when you was born? Kill herself?

Tell you what, the most desperate bitches are the ones with babies in their snatches. They beg you all night long to let 'em go, they truly do.

[abrushofsanity]

They always do. Expectations, wants, desires, changes-- enough torture or peace and a man goes a little off. Give it time.

[gimmecornbread]

They always what? Give ya somethin' to gripe about, you mean?