Looks like my little Lizzy-Cat
Well honey, my schedule’s a bit packed with the whole zombie apocalypse thing so I don’t got time to watch no movies. And I’d never fight a livin’ woman, so you’re fresh outta luck on that question.
((Yeah, I’m back, partially because my sister who runs the Mariska blog was going to knife me if I didn’t.
I moved and there was a severe lack of Internet, so I’m sorry I’ve been gone.))
-Gideon looks at Lewis warmly and quirks his smile. His smile drops quickly though as his eyes gloss over. Gideon quickly snatches another cigarette from Lewis’s pack and smokes for a few moments in the apprehensive silence. He contemplates leaving, but knows that for now…
-Gideon’s entire expression changes as soon as Lewis opens his mouth. His once calm and collected but warm expression has now turned into a mask of anger and underlying hurt. He starts to speak gritting his teeth with every word.-
"So that’s what ‘m doin’ huh? Tryin’ to protect my family. You think I don’t care about you? Don’t think I want you in m’ life, don’t think I wish I could take you home and make you a part of ma family? Well I do want you in ma life, have since the moment I met your sorry ass. I care about you more than I care ‘bout myself. Love you like a son. Why I lied to ma daughter ‘bout where I am was to protect you, keep you outta harms way. ‘Cause if they ever did somethin’ to hurt you, I don’t even think I could look at them no more. I lied to them, because I want you here, and because I know that as long as they don’t know where I am they don’t know where you are. I hate lying to ma family and that’s why I ain’t gunna lie to you, cause like it or not somebody gives a rat’s ass about you."
-Gideon spits into the grass, gets up, pulls his keys out of his pocket, looks at them briefly and then sighs.-
"Why do you wanna believe that I don’t care about you?"
Honestly, little darlin’ I never dreamed if fightin’ that fat old bastard. Never want to again neither, that guy’s distgustin’.
((art thieves, drama, some stupid bitch, oh my!))
Well you ain’t real specific brother, so lemme tell you the most difficult personal endeavor I ever faced.
That day was when I decided to put my little ladies on the front line of the war against the undead. I was scared as hell, and I sure didn’t want to, but my girls knew there way around weapons, and they wanted to help their old man, so I let ‘em.
Some days I still regret that day. Took away the chance of them ever havin’ a real life. A normal life. A good life. But hell, I made ma choice.
Well kid, I ain’t never paid attention t’politics, but hell, people are scared. When people get scared they make bad choices, so I guarantee you that durin’ this little issue we’re havin’ right about now, the people of ‘merica ain’t goin’ ta make a smart choice. They’re just goin’ to follow some muscle head.