"I wrote this novel just for you, it sounds pretentious but its true.I wrote this novel just for you,thats why its vulger, thats why its blue."
-Placebo, Blue American
Eventual Meeting last part
The midday sun shone brightly through Gary's window.Midday.
midday?
For the past 5 years, Gary had beeen woken in the same way:Thump, meow, thump, meow.
'The paper!'
It had been three days since his meeting with Lucious Snow.Weird things had happend since.Blank headlines, faded print and fuzzy pictures.Gary knew something was up.
This morning was the weirdest event so far.He had a bad feeling....
Gary ran down the stairs to the bar without even thinking.He had to talkto Marissa.She'd know what to do.
'the paper's gone'
'what'
'i mean kaboom, gone, disappeared'
'its gotta be around somewhere, Gary'
'nowhere'
'maybe the paper figured you needed a rest, after all the stuff happened you lately.'
' yeah, maybe'
An hour later, Gary was walking down the street, wondering what to do.Without the paper he was nothing.Richard Hatch sans beard.
He smelt burning. He looked up.Pieces of burned paper started to fall.He had reached the Sun Times office without realising.There was smoke rising from the first floor.Gary went into automatic drive after doing it so many times. He ran to get in, but suddenly realised it was not his duty.He hadnt the paper any more.What the hell.Gary covered his mouth and ran into the chaos and smoke.He had to help.He had to.
Gary could see nothing through the smoke.As he reached the first floor, he could hear screams.People were trapped.
Suddenly a woman jumped in front of him she seemed as if she knew what she was doing.Who are you? she asked
Before he could answer, she was into the rooms helping people to evacuate.Gary felt helpless, but helped her the best he could.
After all was well and they both had been cleared of smoke inhalation, the woman made to go
' I shouldnt be here'
It was then that Gary spotted the paper.In her right back pocket, where he had always kept his.
'You, the paper.....'he gulped
A look of fright and shock washed over her face.
'um, yeah, my paper, you?'
'yeah'
'really?'
'uh-hum'
'then YOURE Gary Hobson'
'The one and only'
'Snow told me about you.He was your keeper too?'
'If you wanna call it that'
Her name was Yvette.She had taken over.THEY had figured that Gary needed early retirement.Too stressed out.Today was her first day.They talked for hours, Gary recounting his stories like war tales.
As Gary walked home, he thought about the future.He was free.But to do what.He had a feeling that the paper would interfere in his life in one way or another.Either way, he decided to return that call from Erica.Maybe was the word of the day.
-Placebo, Blue American
Eventual Meeting last part
The midday sun shone brightly through Gary's window.Midday.
midday?
For the past 5 years, Gary had beeen woken in the same way:Thump, meow, thump, meow.
'The paper!'
It had been three days since his meeting with Lucious Snow.Weird things had happend since.Blank headlines, faded print and fuzzy pictures.Gary knew something was up.
This morning was the weirdest event so far.He had a bad feeling....
Gary ran down the stairs to the bar without even thinking.He had to talkto Marissa.She'd know what to do.
'the paper's gone'
'what'
'i mean kaboom, gone, disappeared'
'its gotta be around somewhere, Gary'
'nowhere'
'maybe the paper figured you needed a rest, after all the stuff happened you lately.'
' yeah, maybe'
An hour later, Gary was walking down the street, wondering what to do.Without the paper he was nothing.Richard Hatch sans beard.
He smelt burning. He looked up.Pieces of burned paper started to fall.He had reached the Sun Times office without realising.There was smoke rising from the first floor.Gary went into automatic drive after doing it so many times. He ran to get in, but suddenly realised it was not his duty.He hadnt the paper any more.What the hell.Gary covered his mouth and ran into the chaos and smoke.He had to help.He had to.
Gary could see nothing through the smoke.As he reached the first floor, he could hear screams.People were trapped.
Suddenly a woman jumped in front of him she seemed as if she knew what she was doing.Who are you? she asked
Before he could answer, she was into the rooms helping people to evacuate.Gary felt helpless, but helped her the best he could.
After all was well and they both had been cleared of smoke inhalation, the woman made to go
' I shouldnt be here'
It was then that Gary spotted the paper.In her right back pocket, where he had always kept his.
'You, the paper.....'he gulped
A look of fright and shock washed over her face.
'um, yeah, my paper, you?'
'yeah'
'really?'
'uh-hum'
'then YOURE Gary Hobson'
'The one and only'
'Snow told me about you.He was your keeper too?'
'If you wanna call it that'
Her name was Yvette.She had taken over.THEY had figured that Gary needed early retirement.Too stressed out.Today was her first day.They talked for hours, Gary recounting his stories like war tales.
As Gary walked home, he thought about the future.He was free.But to do what.He had a feeling that the paper would interfere in his life in one way or another.Either way, he decided to return that call from Erica.Maybe was the word of the day.