001 ➳ text; d.dixon

[dirtyredneck]

[He's been here a little bit. Hasn't engaged much. Figured he was having one hell of a fever dream after getting bit. Course, he couldn't remember getting bit, but what else could it have been? Only it hadn't gone away and the food he'd been eating seemed real enough and the people he'd been ignoring acted offended enough to be real, too.

So... maybe it was real. Weirder shit had happened.

And if it was, it might do him some good to actually start figuring his own shit out. Including how to actually use this thing.]

I ain't never used one of these
smart phones I think they're called
before. They had them before but I never
anyway I only ever had a flip phone
one I could text on.
How's this thing work?

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[toolatetochangethename]

Don't ask me! It's what people do. Apparently.








Not me. Because. No.

[dirtyredneck]

You do that shit to me and I'll kick your ass.

[toolatetochangethename]

Man, I've seen enough man-junk in San Quentin. Last thing I'm going to do is start spreading <.i> that news.

[dirtyredneck]

You were in jail?

[Very few people said 'in San Quentin' and meant the county. That was a well known prison back before everything went to shit.]

[toolatetochangethename]

I was a guest of California's finest penal institution, yeah.

[Not exactly a secret--even Baskin Robbins found out.]

[dirtyredneck]

What were you in for?

[toolatetochangethename]

What are you, some kind of probation officer?

[Yikes!]

Got a little carried away screwing over my boss after he tried to screw over pretty much everyone else.

[dirtyredneck]

No.

[Just trying to make sure he's not dealing with a convicted murderer. Not that he really expected the man to say anything if he was. But some had been known to brag.]

Did you kill anyone?

[toolatetochangethename]

Uh.

Maybe? [Not sure what happened to Cross.]

But hey, he was trying to kill my kid!

[dirtyredneck]

Didn't ask why.

[He wasn't planning on giving the three questions to anyone here. So he didn't particularly care about the reasons. But he did wonder... ]

How do you not know? Didn't stick around to see if you finished him off?

[toolatetochangethename]

How do I not know? I don't know. I'm not an expert in weird ass quantum dimensions. He could still be alive in there, for all I know. I mean, I made it back.

All I care about is he's not trying to sell weapons to bad guys and hurt my kid. I'm one of the good guys! [Ask Captain America!]

[dirtyredneck]

Uh huh.

[toolatetochangethename]

Come on. You've heard of us. The Avengers, right? The good guys!

[dirtyredneck]

Nope. Sound like a bunch of assholes to me, calling yourselves that.

[toolatetochangethename]

Hey, I didn't come up with the na--wait. You've....honestly never heard of us?

[Mind: blown.]

[dirtyredneck]

Said I didn't, didn't I? Don't see why I'd have reason to. Sure most of the people here ain't heard of you neither.

[[Sorry not sorry to burst that ego bubble]]

[toolatetochangethename]

Yeah, well, no one's heard of me. I'm the new guy.

[Wait a minute. Why's he letting himself get all fired up about this?]

Who the heck are you, anyway?

[dirtyredneck]

You're the one replying to my post. Ain't there some sort of etiquette says you gotta introduce yourself first?

[[He's making that up]]

[toolatetochangethename]

Sorry, Emily Post. Pinkies up and all that stuff, huh?

Name's Scott. [ ]

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl.
Dixon.

[Hense the d.dixon in the i.d. line.]

From Georgia.

[toolatetochangethename]

Georgia? Cool. Never been. I'm mostly California.

[It probably shows. See? Look. Getting along. Not that hard. ]

[dirtyredneck]

Never been off the east coast.

[If you can count walking from Georgia to D.C. on the 'east coast' as a whole.]

[toolatetochangethename]

Huh. So this place must seem really damn weird to you.

[Because it's Really Damn Weird to Scott and he's, uh, been places.]

[dirtyredneck]

Thought I was hallucinating the first couple weeks.

[He's been here a bit, just... wasn't engaging.]

[toolatetochangethename]

Yeah, well, you must have way more imagination than I do.

[Because he would have thought he was hallucinating, but he knows he's not that creative to cook up this place.]

So what's Georgia like? Must be quiet, if you've never heard of us.

[Someone's still hung up on 'but we're heroes, dammit'.]