#Red tinted glasses | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

red-tintedglasses · 2 years

Text

"Jimmy, Keep Gunning, it's All in Your Mind!"

Jimmy tosses his phone to the other side of the truck. Now that that's out of the way, he can get to business. "Thank god, /finally/ you're focusing!" Gregg takes a hard turn. Not that he needs to, but Jimmy deserves it for dragging them out here! "Who the hell was that anyway? You gave so much information away!"

Jimmy hums. “Just someone I met at this cafe.” He tends to his leg.

"What? When? You just met them and your telling them all about this godforsaken car chase? What, did they drug you or something?" Gregg looks over their shoulder and sees Jimmy trying to hold his bullet wound shut with his hands. With a sigh, he tosses a towel to Jimmy. "I /swear/, Jimmy, you're cleaning this up after!"

"Darling, I drug myself plenty without any outside help!” He laughs and grabs the towel and wraps it around his leg. “Thank you for saving me from those pigs.”

"I had to, its my job. Unfortunately. But seriously! You can't go off spilling Crow info to anybody who calls! Who were they? A cop? A private investigator? The FBI?" They swerve into an offroad and the windshield is soon splattered in dirt and rocks. They turn the windshield wipers on and check the rearview mirror. The cop car stumbles and bounces over the unpaved road. •Aw, look at their plastic shitwagon! Can't even cross a widdle ditch!•

“I never did ask who they were anyway, all I know is they had the /worst/ style! They didn't even try all that hard, it was sad!"

"Jimmy-"

"They were wearing /brown/, Gregg! This drab, cheap, brown sweater!"

"We have better things t-"

"They're underdressed for /everything/! How can somebody live like that?"

"Okay- okay, shut up! God, why do I even ask? Just keep shooting! Next time you see them, /don't/ give the more ways to contact you!" •And after I lose these fucking cops, I have to go back to Madeline, who's on the other side of the fucking town!• He sped up, foot pressing the pedal to the floor.

“Aww, Greggy, what’s up your ass today?” He jokes. "/You/! I was gonna stay home today! But /noo/! You had to pull another one of your over-dramatic stunts again, ans get shot. Now your compromising the Crows, all for 'someone you met at this cafe!'"

Jimmy gasps (in a dramatic manner) and clasps his hand over his heart (dramatically, may I add). “I am /not/ dramatic! And besides, I wasn’t planning on getting shot!" He crosses his arms. "And that 'someone' is very nice! Their name is Cyrus!”

"Okay, well, you barely know 'Cyrus'! You're so sloppy all of the time! Next thing I know, you may as well wear a massive target on your back that says 'Shoot me! I'm a fucking idiot!' And nice people do /not/ exist, this 'Cyrus' character's probably going to traffick you or something!" Gregg turns to give him a pointed glare. "/Again!/" Gregg pops their head out the window. "And god dammit!" Jimmy looks back at him. "They're still following us! Are you out of ammo or something!? Shoot!"

Jimmy quickly re-loads the gun and slams it through the back window. Before Gregg can protest, he shoots a couple blind shots at the car. “You know, darling, that target idea isn’t so bad!” he crouches to hide from the cops, “But /really/, don’t worry about Cyrus! There's no way they could be a harm to the Crows!”

"Thats what they say about everybody. God!" He takes a hand off the wheel to grab a discarded Sharpie and scrawl 'DUMB IDIOT PLEASE SHOOT NO CYRUS ALLOWED' on a receipt. Gregg tosses the paper behind him. "There, you little shit!"

Jimmy takes the paper and his eyes light up “Eheheh, Gregg, thank you~”

"Dammit, Jim, don't thank me-" Gregg slaps the steering wheel, inadvertently scrawling Sharpie ink over himself at the same time. "God- /fuck/!"

Jimmy flings his torso out of the car, legs firmly pressed against the door inside. Giggling, he brandishes the receipt in his hands, the official ban of shooting Jimmy that shall surely save the day!

"Oh my god! Jimmy, what the fuck, they'll shoot you!" Gregg yells. Jimmy doesn't even look back as he starts waving the receipt around. One of the detectives looks offended. The other looks flummoxed. "Jimmy, you’re useless! Just fucking shoot, we cant lead them to Madeline!"

“Oh come on, you're no fun!” Jimmy einks at the cops and lets the receipt fly away in the wind. He climbs back in the car. “It’s not like they would have shot me again!”

"Yes, most likely because it's been /whole minutes/ and you're still bleeding! All over my new carpet! Those fucking pigs probably feel bad for you, you know that! God, you really /do/ deserve that sign on your back."

“I know what to do, I'm not an idiot! I'm just choosing to ignore that way and do it my /clearly/ better way!” He leans out the car to fire a couple shots. "And why would those fucking pigs in a pen feel bad about me?" He continues. "I've been their worst problem for almost a year now!”

"Havent you been fucking around with /just/ one, though-? Okay, look, fix yourself up or I'm coming back there! And I'll use straight fucking vodka instead of actual disinfectant to clean, so fucking heal yourself!"

Jimmy huffs. "/Greggy/, it's kind of hard to treat a wound when you keep yelling at me to shoot, shoot, shoot, bang, bang, gun all the time!” He kneels before the window to shoot, shoot, shoot, bang, bang, gun at the cops.

"Oh yeah, you're doing /such/ a great job of getting rid of those goddamn pigs!" He sighs. "Fine. Don't fucking shoot a single bullet until that wound's fixed, okay?"

Jimmy rolls his eyes. "/Fine/." He lets the gun drop out the window and lets his knees buckle onto the. ground

"Oh, goddamn-!" Gregg opens the glovebox and pulls out his own gun. He leans out the window and fires several shots. One hits the tire wheel, and the cop car falls back significantly. Gregg grins and leans back into the car and looks back at Jimmy. "See, that's how you-!" Gregg looks ahead and swerves away just in time to avoid the concrete wall of a small, empty overpass. He drifts and screeches to a halt right under it. Nimmy grabs on to the handlebars for dear life as everything in the back of the trunk thunks against his side of the wall. They catch their breath, then, “/Wow/! You couldn’t have done a better job, Gregg! That was /so/ /great/!"

"I flattened one of their tires!" Gregg snaps. "That's more than /you/ did!" Gregg maneuvers the car to face the way they had just come. Police sirens echo, drawing closer. "Aight, Jimmy. I need you to sit in the passenger seat and aim your gun out the window. Be ready to shoot."

The cop car comes into view.

Gregg revs the car engine.

Jimmy, with a mostly-mended leg, hops over the centre console into the passenger seat. He readies the gun to shoot. “These cops never give up, do they, darling?” No response. Jimmy turns his head just in time to see Gregg flooring the gas pedal. The car screeches forward and careens towards the cop car.

“Gregg, jesus christ, what the fuck are you doing!?”

"Get ready to shoot. Your window is going to be a clear path." The two cars near.

Jimmy swallows down a protest and gets ready to shoot.

The two cars get closer.

And closer.

And closer. The two cops look terrified, now clearly visible. Just feet away, Gregg swerves the car violently so that Jimmy's side is closest to the car.

The gun clatters onto the car floor, dropped.

Jimmy glances dowm for a brief second, and whem he looks back up, he realizes the coos are staring at him, turned back in their seats. He blows them a kiss and practically pirouettes back into his seat.

"Oh my god." Jimmy turns to look at Gregg.

Gregg presses harder against the gas pedal. "Oh my god...!" His eyes blaze. "Oh my god! Jimmy you goddamn motherfucking asshole piece of idiot shit! Fucking die! Fucking burn in hell!" He slams the steering wheel so hard with his fist the car actually vibrates a bit. "Goddamn it! I hate you! You fucming shithead!"

Jimmy sits stock-still in shock. Bis moutu hinges uo and down, trying to get a word in sideways. Finally, there's a pause in Gregg's slew of insults as the man catches his breath. “Wow. Gregg, did i miss or something?"

Gregg doesnt find it funny. But his heart is pounding, he has run out of things to call Jimmy, and adrenaline is still coursing through his veins. So he laughs, doubling over on the steering wheel, the clearly frazzled laughter sounding closer to cryinf than a jovial chuckle. And he keeps laughing, only half an eye on the road.

"Uhm…"

Jimmy reaches out his hand to touch Gregg's back but he pulls it away. •That's probably not a good idea.•

"Gregg?"

No response.

Jimmy's eyes alight with a brilliant plan. Digging into the deep voids of his inner jacket pockets, he grabs a glob of worms on a string. He throws them over Gregg like confetti. "Ta-da!"

Gregg's laughter halts to a start. Partially because one of the worms fell into his mouth. And also because Jimmy's plan did, in fact, work. He sits up straight. He shakes off the worms on strings. He is humiliated, shamed, horrified! for doing something as horrible as... l-l-laughing!!! "Sorry." He says, with as little emotion as possible.

“Aww," Jimmy pouts, "I was hoping I finally drove youover the edge!” Jimmy laughs and he picks the gun off the floor. “So, Gregg…" he puts his feet up on the dashboard. "How's your day been?” Jimmy asks.

"Oh, it was great!" Gregg falls back into his usual snark. "Until /you/ fucking decided to put on your giant clown shoes and get shot!" He picks up one of the worms and flicks it onto Jimmy's lap. "Now dont bleed out. We're on the way to Madeline's."

Jimmy huffs. "Well, in my defense, darling, my car breaking down was not apart of the plan!” He picks up the worm and pets it on the head before putting it back in his jacket. He can get the test later, when Gregg has to bail him out yet again. “And, I mean, seriously Gregg! How would I have known they were going to shoot me on the highway!” "Well, what were you doing out there anyways? And your next plan with your car breaking down was to, what? Walk? Hell, one cop managed to catch up to you!" Gregg snaps. Jimmy looks down. "And /yes/ I saw your overdramatic chase scene. You must be as bad of a runner as you are a shooter!"

"Yeah? I've got more points than any other Crow, darling, so /clearly/ your math is wrong!" Jimmy retorts.

"Whatever that number is, I'm surprised you have /any/. Now shut up before I have an aneurysm."

Chapter 6/?

#red tinted glasses #mod robbie #gun violence #creative writing #writing #roleplay #gore #writeblr #Chapters

2 notes · View notes