|
|
Post by Jacky on Jul 23, 2007 19:21:06 GMT
"Yeah.. parents, who live in L.A. Don't get along with them well so I don't have to bother and write like most of these suckers." I smirk. "Yourself?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Hannah on Jul 23, 2007 19:23:32 GMT
My parents are dead.. my father was shot by accident when he and his mates were drunk.. once more. And my mother died a long time ago.
"I've a wife." We never married 'officially', yet we are husband and wife to eachother. She was 3 month pregnant when I had to leave.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacky on Jul 23, 2007 19:27:25 GMT
"Yeah?" I look at him, kinda curious now. Sounds like a sucky thing though.. going to Vietnam when you actually have someone to leave behind. "What's her name?" I ask.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hannah on Jul 23, 2007 19:29:26 GMT
"Tashina.." I tell him ".. or Queenie." I add, seeing she has two names aswell. Most of 'us' do.. though now a days many use the English version of the name seeing we are forced to use that one in school.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacky on Jul 23, 2007 19:37:16 GMT
"Must suck even more then.. having to go down here, I mean." I assume.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hannah on Jul 23, 2007 19:39:54 GMT
I shrug, because it is not like I can change it. "She has a gun." I say, as if that makes it less bad. To me indeed it does. I don't trust the neighbours son. I went to school with him and there was always a competition between him and me about Tashina.. or maybe there wasn't.. and he just thought there was.
I drop my cigarette and step on it again.
Before I went here, I made sure Queenie was able to handle the gun pretty well.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacky on Jul 23, 2007 19:46:27 GMT
I look at Stone for a while, then shrug and lean back so I'm leaning on my elbows. People say guns don't kill people.. yeah sure, but I'd say they're a fucking great way to make it easier. And I don't like that. But I guess the thought of a complete disarment of the nation is sorta like an utopia.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hannah on Jul 23, 2007 19:48:49 GMT
I can sense that he doesn't like that answer. "Rather the neighbour than she." I tell him.. because if that motherfucker of a Booth would touch my wife he'd surely die. The latest point when that would happen is the day when I return home.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacky on Jul 23, 2007 19:59:12 GMT
I sorta catch his drift, and I narrow my eyes slightly. "I'm not judging." I say, though I'm not entirely sure whether that's true. I sit up a little again. "Jesus, who am I to judge now that I'm stuck here, huh?" A bitter smirk comes to my features.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hannah on Jul 23, 2007 20:01:42 GMT
I'm not entirely sure if he isn't judging either, but I am used to people who judge me everyday, so I don't say anything about it, a slightly synical look appears on my face.
I shrug "I don't know." I tell him therefor.
|
|
