A/N: These scenarios are segments of an abandoned multi-chaptered story, and an excuse for me to play with canon. To those who may be confused, I'm experimenting with various writing styles, specifically the use of jarring dialogue. There will be discontinuity and jumps in logic.
Sergio Leone's "The Dollars Trilogy" (Clint Eastwood) and Robert Rodriguez's "Mariachi Trilogy" (Antonio Bandaras) are the major influences for this idea.
The Man with No Name
( part one: you weren't supposed to see me this way )
Three words scribbled on a crumpled napkin.
Listen to me.
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And he leans heavily against the table, a yellow-tinged drink in his hand that reminds her of piss, and grins at her, showing all of his pearly white teeth. She pushes back her chair, the rough wooden legs screech against the chipped hardwood floor, and places a hand on his shoulder.
Tries to lift him up. Sways unsteadily. A girl and a cheap drunk.
"How many have you had?" is answered with a delayed "No, I'm not." and rolling her eyes up at the ceiling where the mosquitoes and the heat gather together in a humid mass despite the slow-moving fan.
Does anything in this place work?
The bartender raises a hand. Rummaging through his pockets, she grabs a handful of notes and throws them on the counter for the older man to collect. He doesn't ask about the debt, just hands her the key.
She drags him up the stairs. He smells of dirt and sweat and she wrinkles her nose in disgust, ignoring the flippant, uncharacteristic comments that leave his lips and swirl around her ears. More flies.
"Say, you're pretty. Betcha boys line your door."
It means nothing. The words flow like five-cent wine. He is the worldwide traitor to Cyclonia, so logic doesn't really fall in his realm of thought.
The poor man's suite is little more than a broom closet for cockroaches. Strangely fitting.
"Uh, I don't feel so well."
"The bathroom's down the hall."
Her boots go only so far as the bedside table before she drops the dead weight. Frowns when he hits the mattress like a body bag.
"How many of them know?"
"None."