captain_jtkirk | .004 - Jesus got to him

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.004 - Jesus got to him

[Carnival Filter]

You ever think, that the end of the day, we're just hurting ourselves?

We don't just live in sin. We make it, we invite it into our home and then we wonder why it turns around and bites the hand that's feeding it. We deserve better.

[Private to Father Prefect]

You listen to confessions or something?

[ooc: Preacher Prefect has been preaching at Kirk very convincingly. And with Angie and John leaving, plus Shinzon creeping on Leia, it's just adding fuel to the thinking storm in Jim's head. And when Kirk thinks, crazy impulsive ideas always come popping out.

What you need to know about Carnie Kirk: He and Morgan bark the cooch, most of whom he's related to, Jim himself has, uh... not been exactly faithful to his marriage, either actually selling himself on the sly or just fucking around with the other people in the carnival for funsies. It's cool to assume he and your character have had an affair.]

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So what are you saying? You want to take the girls and cut out?

If we don't have a plan we're going to wind up on the bread line. It's not just us and Laura, really. You know that.

Let's make a plan then. We get the money, we get ourselves a nice little farm someplace, far away from this town and judgmental Bible thumping fucks, and we get them out of this.

Yeah, and how do you plan to get the money, Jim? Farms cost money. Three -- four thousand, depending upon where you go. Less if the property's a piece of shit to begin with. And with all this news about dust storms, it'd be suicide.

...Now, if we somehow came into some money and hit California, we might see something come of it. Not a farm maybe, but everybody likes a good cafe. With maybe a more private place in the cellar.

Again, though. Money. And how you propose we make it without doing what we do? We could trick the entire town and hike the rate and still not have enough cash for it in the kitty.

Edited 2010-09-20 06:24 (UTC)

[Man, you raise a good point, wife]

Then let's make the money, and the instant we've got it, we leave. We're out. I don't want to do this for the rest of my ungrateful life anymore, honey.

...You're sure you want this.

I'm sure.

...I saw a couple Johnnies tonight. That's another twenty.

In savings.

...Puts me just past thirteen hundred dollars.

.... you've been holding out on me.

Oh stop it; I've been saving since before I ever met you. You think we've been doing fifty cents a show, fifty per blowoff, and I've been charging a sawbuck for a lay, five nights a week for the last twenty years, and Management's just been stiffing us that hard on the cost of the gate?

What do you think replaced the car when the Ford died ten years ago?

Edited 2010-09-20 06:54 (UTC)

You really gonna support me in this then, baby? Cause I know it's a gamble and I know the odds are against us and I ain't caring about that.

Jim, you're my good leg; I'm not quitting on you. But...do you think the girls will want to do it?

I don't think I've ever done anything in my life to deserve you, Morgan.

And I'm thinking that Stephanie's going to be the only wild card.

We should probably have a family meeting.

Tonight after the show?

Before. ...I kinda don't want anything bad to happen before we do it. Anything worse, I mean.

Alright. I haven't told the girls what happened. I don't want to scare 'em just yet.

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