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whiskeyswriting · 1 year ago

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Lost Hearts Meet

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They always say high stress situations cause your adrenaline to spike. The need to survive overpowers the fear. But sometimes, that rush of adrenaline never comes. Not when you’re a PJ and you fail to rescue your comrade. The adrenaline is gone when you are forced to call TOD. It’s gone when you have to watch the casket be loaded and unloaded from the plane. It’s only fear that appears when you’re at the funeral service and their family blames you for their death.

“Fear. Adrenaline. Booze. Liquor. Where do you learn to tell the difference? That’s the question. You can’t tell the difference. Well, at least I couldn’t. For a while, I was drinking on the job. I was just careful about it. I risked everything I worked for just to feel numb. Then I got my wake up call. I’ve been sober for 995 days… It’s been a hell of a struggle,” Jade admits to the new faces that surround her at the AA meeting. “Hi. I’m Jade. And I’m an alcoholic.”

The rest of the group greets her and they continue to share their victories as well as their struggles and relapses. Jade listens to each of their stories. Sympathizes with their struggles. She’s often found herself struggling to stay on the wagon, but she is proud of herself that she hadn't fallen.

After the meeting, Jade goes to make herself a coffee. A few of the people start up a conversation with her asking her about her move, how she’s liking LA, and if she was a veteran.

Jade answers each of the questions, but her eye and attention keep going to the handsome man towards the back of the group. He was observing everyone while he would sip from his bottled water. There was just something about him that called to her but she knew he’d never go for somebody that was clearly younger than him.

Jade gives him a shy smile and wave, which he returns. She wants to walk over to introduce herself but when she sees a woman rub his arm up and down she backs off.

She’s about to head out when there’s a commotion in the gym. “Someone call 911!” Jade runs back to the forming crowd. “What happened?”

“He was fine then said he was feeling dizzy and when he fell he hit his head on the stage.”

Jade takes out her pen light from her pocket and checks for his pulse. “Was he complaining of anything earlier? Did he have anything different to eat or drink? Had he been sick?”

“Are you a doctor?” Someone asks.

“No. I’m an… I was an Air Force medic. Someone still needs to call 911,” Jade replies.

“I’ve already called them,” a voice says behind her. When Jade turns to see who it was, it was the handsome man from earlier. “Thank you.”

The man kneels down on the other side of the victim. “What can I do? I’m a firefighter.”

“Check for his vitals. I’m going to administer CPR. Starting compressions.” Jade uses her training to start CPR. There’s no ventilation device or time to improvise for one so Jade gives him mouth to mouth, alternating with the compressions.

After a minute, the man coughs and starts breathing raggedly and trying to sit up. Jade has someone bring her a first aid kit while she tends to the cut on his forehead.

“Can you tell me your name? What year are we in?” Jade asks him to make sure he’s fully conscious.

The man answers her. “I’m Jake. And we’re in 20Dumpster Fire.”

Jade laughs. “Ah yes. The year of our Lord and Savior: Chaos… I want you to still go to urgent care to get checked out. But I don’t want you driving in those conditions. I can call you an ambulance or I can give you a ride.”

“A ride… If you don’t mind. My wife will go crazy if she sees another hospital bill. I should call her.”

“Go ahead and do that,” Jade says and she has two of the men help him sit on a nearby chair.

As she goes to throw away the gloves she had one, the handsome man she spotted earlier approaches her.

“You saved his life. Not many people would know how to react.”

“I’m… Well I was a pararescue. Air Force.”

His eyes widened a bit in surprise. “But you’re so…”

“Short?” Jade finishes his sentence teasingly.

“No. No. You said was…”

“I was honorably discharged. Wounded in the field.”

“I… I’m Bobby. Captain Nash. You wouldn’t be in the search for a job would you?”

“I actually am. Just wanted to take a couple of weeks to settle down. I moved here from Florida.”

“How would you feel about coming to work as a paramedic? There’s an open position at my firehouse.”

Jade smiles at him. ”Does today’s heroic count as my interview?” She asks teasingly.

Bobby chuckles. “If only it worked like that.”

They exchange contact information. “I can text you the link to apply.”

Jade nods. “I’d appreciate it. I’ll also keep you posted on this guy’s condition,” she says as they get Jake into her car.

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Two Weeks Later

Jade parked her truck in the nearly empty lot. She gave herself one last look in the rear view mirror. “This is as good as it gets, Jade,” she tells herself.

Despite having survived getting injured overseas, the idea of being part of a new team made her a bit nervous. It wasn’t until she was sitting in the Captain’s office that she visibly relaxed a bit.

“Captain Nash,” she greeted Bobby with a nod.

“Captain Lockhart,” he greeted back. “Welcome to the 118.”

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kylo-wrecked · 1 year ago

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@southern-belle-outcasts sent://

🕯️ Ex-con for Nil {and got a (whole ass) starter (🤦)}

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Somewhere between Las Vegas and Los Angeles

At Oasis, the motel sign said "vacancy" instead of "vacancies," and only two letters on the big road sign were visible from the expressway. A neon flamingo poured a tequila sunrise on the blind alley behind the customer service office. Here, around the brambled back of the double-storeyed Oasis Motel, a thickset man of colossal height, his thewed shoulders trundling under washed-out plaid, was engaged in a wrestling match with a large black vending machine.

They were locked in a desperate, silent battle. The man's face was only partially visible from under his cap, statuesque as the body, though prickly some, and the big black box buzzed threateningly.

He kicked it first—par for the course. Then, another two times in an idiosyncratic if methodic manner. He hesitated, lifting his head to listen for the sign of movement in the cooling breeze. When nothing came, he wrapped his arms around the snack machine, took the big black box into his immensity, and clean lifted it off the ground.

Only then did that man register he was being watched by something other than the shadows in his mind. Someone. A damn small woman.

Ben flinched at her appearance. Almost dropped the thing. Hadn't heard her coming. Didn't know there was anyone checked in who wasn't sleeping or minding their business. Hadn't seen her in the parking lot. Never mind what she wore; she was sturdy. Could've been security, he thought. Not that the old motel had a hub for security services. Weren't even cameras.

She stood smirking at him, what Ben thought was smirking, anyway, hand on hip.

Must have been a sight.

"Uh..."

He then initiated the Herculean procedure of setting the snack machine back down. Easy, so it didn't bump the pavement.

"It's not..." Ben rolled his left shoulder. Mumbled, toeing the gravel. "They're broken. Clarice told me to check on it."

She didn’t; he’d been hoping for another outcome, was all.

The small fry scowled at him. Woman behind the counter'd given Ben a look like that when he'd asked her about concessions, all things.

'Those machines?' the woman at the desk blinked through her bottle lenses. She'd pressed he try the sweet little shop two miles back, but the large man before her was not going two miles back; that was plain.

'Clarice' must've been her name, according to the embroidered tag on her cardigan. Concern wrung her face into a furrowed, mousey fell. Nevertheless, she dutifully folded her glasses, retrieved her ring of staff keys, stepped off her pink plastic stool, and exited from behind the counter.

Sphinx moths threw themselves at caged lanterns. The moon squatted on the low-slope roof, waiting as Clarice led Ben reluctantly past rooms 10, 11, 12, and 14, shuffling in her Chinese slippers. The vending machines thrummed under cold light. They didn't take money, Clarice explained. She gave him instructions.

'Here we are,' she'd hummed nonchalantly. Patted her face with a handkerchief stitched with little roses. 'Well, hon. Good luck.' Padded away. Looking at him like he was in an open coffin at what should've been a closed-casket funeral.

"Put money in there; something bad comes." His voice was low and clear, a bell toll. Good for telling stories. "You get what you paid for, and what you 'sowed' ‘s how she put it."

Moon gone. The little Latina stared at him. Ben served the stare, eyes wide under his ball cap, before breaking contact. Carried out the Herculean undertaking of making himself small.

"Sounds crazy." He huffed, himself in an equable state of mild discomfort. "Being honest, though, I don't like it, and I'm not gonna mess with it."

Ben then cleared his throat, jammed his hands in his jeans pockets, and said the words as per Clarice’s instruction. Strange words he'd be happy if they never crossed his lips again. Out in the open, the words sort of shifted things. The whole valley seemed a cold, slow place. Air smelled off. Smelled like sick, like sharing a cell with someone whose foot had gone to rot. That was the first tell he should've turned the truck around, but without D.O., he paid less attention, and now the stretch of Martian roadway stilled. Everything stopped.

While the Oasis Motel stopped, the vending machine spat out two bags of Wise chips, one bag of crunchy Cheetos, a Twix bar, trail mix, something called a Luna Bar Ben pictured a girl in heart-shaped sunglasses eating, and a PayDay.

Stooping to push the product dispenser, Ben roped the junk food in his arm, and stopped the Latina from pressing any buttons or dropping a quarter into the coin slot. Didn’t touch her, didn’t near her, but held out a warning palm. A calloused stop sign.

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The motel pool looks like a capsized cinderblock full of Kool-Aid. Pink lemonade. The pool lights are their only subject of conversation this juncture. Otherwise, they graze in silence. Flush shadows. They haven't yet exchanged names.

"That looks like blood to you?" Ben rolls his shoulder. There's a long pause. A small, resigned grunt. "All right."

He shakes his head at the half-eaten bag of crunchy Cheetos. Nilza shrugs and drops a handful into her mouth, supine on the pool chaise like she's basking under the sun. Ben sits on his chair's perimeter, dead center of its length, where the teal PVC strips best bear his weight, holding a half-eaten PayDay between his knees and gazing dourly at the empty seats, the round aluminum stacking tables, and the folded umbrellas. The flat black sky with palm trees painted on top. The distant sierra, a prop range of dusty blue knuckles. The air cold and sour in his breast.

"Ask you something?" he says. "Do you believe?"

#southern-belle-outcasts #m. au | excon!ben: the drifter #rp: vacancy #hallowmemes 2k23 #{hotel; motel; hol-i-day in hell}

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troybeecham · 1 year ago

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Today the church remembers the Martyrs of Memphis, Sr. Constance, Nun, and Her Companions.

Orate pro nobis.

Late in the summer of AD 1878, yellow fever struck Memphis, Tennessee. The populace all tried to flee, leaving behind those unable to escape, mostly the poor and those already ill. Within 10 days of the first yellow fever death in Memphis, more than half the population ﬂed the city in a panic. They left “by every possible conveyance — by hacks, carriages, buggies, wagons, furniture vans, and street drays,” wrote Keating. “By anything that could float on the river, and by the railroads. The stream of passengers seemed endless, and they seemed to be as mad as they were many.”

Left behind were still some 20,000 men, women, and children, but Memphis faded into a ghost town. Shops and offices were boarded up, houses locked and shuttered. An eerie silence smothered the city, broken only by the occasional booming of cannons (fired to break up the “poisons” in the air), and the steady clop-clop of doctors’ wagons or carts hauling caskets. At night, smoldering fires of burning bedding and clothing — the last belongings of fever victims — lit the yellow-armbanded Howard Association members, who scurried from house to house aiding the sick.

Victims dropped dead in the streets, and bodies were discovered each morning in the city’s parks. Entries in the sister’s journals describe an abandoned town with the bodies of the dead lying where the fell, children in homes with their dead parents…scenes of pure horror. Sister Constance wrote: “Yesterday I found two young girls, who had spent two days in a two-room cottage with the unburied bodies of their parents, their uncle in the utmost suffering and delirium, and no one near them. It was twenty-four hours before I could get those fearful corpses buried, and then I had to send for a police officer … before any undertaker would enter that room.”

The Episcopal Cathedral of St. Mary’s, and its adjacent Church Home, were in the poor part of town, the center of the most infected area, and became shelters for victims. The cathedral staff and nuns of the Sisters of St. Mary, who operated the Church Home, faced enormous burdens in caring for the sick and dying. The Cathedral of St. Mary, then a plain wooden church, stood as a beacon of hope amid the gloom, and two priests there — Fr. Charles Parsons and Fr. Louis Schuyler — also played heroic roles during the epidemic. They joined dozens of other church members throughout the city who, along with the Howard Association, died at their posts during the ordeal.

Some of the sisters were on retreat in Peekskill, New York, when the epidemic broke out, and instead of keeping a safe distance they rushed back to Memphis. When the news of the deaths of the local priests got out, over 30 priests from all over the nation volunteered to come to Memphis. Father W.T. Dickinson Dalzell came from Shreveport, La., since he had already survived the disease and was immune—he was also a trained physician. With his arrival, daily Eucharist resumed and the Sacrament was carried to the dying Sisters.

Sister Constance was the first of the nuns to be stricken. As she died on September 9, her last words were “Alleluia, Hosanna,” simple words of praise remembered and inscribed on the cathedral"s high altar.

Sister Constance’s companions in service to the sick and dying, Sisters Thecla and Ruth, soon followed her to the grave, as did Sister Frances, headmistress of the Church Home. She had nursed some thirty children at one time and had watched twenty-two die. Fr. Louis Schuyler, a chaplain to the Sisters of St. Mary, also died of the fever, as did Fr. Charles Parsons. Fr. Parsons was blessed with a vision of heaven as he lay dying and his last words were, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

When winter came and the mosquitoes died off, the epidemic ended, 200 towns and cities across the South lay wasted. Yellow fever had infected more than 100,000 people, causing some 20,000 deaths — more than 5,000 in Memphis alone.

5,150 people died in the Memphis Yellow Fever epidemic of 1878, and many of them were formerly healthy people who had stayed to help the sick until succumbing themselves. The city buried 1,500 of its dead in a mass grave on a bluff overlooking the Mississippi -- and pretty much forgot about them until January 3, 1971, when the grave site became Martyrs Park.

On this day we honor those who gladly risked their own lives in the name of Jesus in order to save the lives of many and to assuage the final suffering of others.

Embolden us to work for the healing of all those in need, seeking to love others as you have loved us, Lord Christ.

We give you thanks and praise, O God of compassion, for the heroic witness of Constance and her companions, who, in a time of plague and pestilence, were steadfast in their care for the sick and dying, and loved not their own lives, even unto death; Insipre in us a like love and commitment to those in need, following the example of our Savior Jesus Christ; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, now and for ever.

Amen.

#father troy beecham #christianity #jesus #god #saints #salvation #peace #martyrs #faith

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ghostwood7 · 1 year ago

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Hollywood Forever, formerly known as Hollywood Memorial Park (located at 6000 Santa Monica Blvd), famous for its Permanent Celebrity Residents, had become a desolate ruin, especially after being extensively damaged by the Northridge Earthquake in 1994. It became a horrific disgrace, displaying crumbling walls that exposed open crypts, broken glass, rotting wood (Coffins and Caskets?) and extensive water damage. There were also reports of the stench of decay. The chief architect of this scandal was Jules Roth, a con man, a liar and a thief who stole money from endowment funds and had a wetbar in his cemetery office. He cared nothing for the cemetery or its legendary clients. He forced the cemetery into bankruptcy and some people who were buried there, were exhumed by their surviving relatives and taken to another cemetery. Max Factor was one such person. The State of California brought the Owners up on charges and threatened the Cemetery with closure. However, in 1998 a man named Tyler Cassity bought the property for $375,000.00 and not only made repairs to the place, but also modernized it, bringing it into the 20th Century with the latest technology and gimmicks such as Living Memory, Interviews, Biographical Movies and Webcasts of Funeral Services! Hollywood Forever even has its own website now and can be found here.

And, of course, there are ghosts here. One day, a man was searching for a certain celebrity gravesite in the Abbey Of the Psalms Mausoleum. He asked a quaint looking, old gentleman whom he saw standing in the Foyer where the grave of this person was. The man gave directions. When the other turned around to thank the man, he was gone! He gave a description of the man to a Cemetery Employee and was told that it was Mr. Clifton Webb….who had died of a heart attack in 1966! The other ghost at Hollywood Forever is not one that you will see, but you might hear it. It has been said that if you wander near the grave of tragic starlet, Virginia Rappe, you might hear a ghostly weeping. She died at the tender age of 25 due to Generalized Peritonitis. However, because she had died after a wild party attended by comedic actor Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle, it was thought she had been murdered. Arbuckle was charged with the murder. He was tried for the crime three times and acquitted each time. However, his career was irrevocably ruined. Rudolph Valentino, who died in 1926 of a ruptured appendix, a perforated ulcer and peritonitis is interred in the Cathedral Mausoleum. A grand tomb was planned for his final resting place and Valentino's body was placed in a temporary crypt until it could be built. Unfortunately, Rudy owed back taxes which set the building of the tomb back about three years. Then, another setback occurred on October 24, 1929. The Stock Market crashed and the world wide Depression began. The tomb was never built. Valentino still rests in that "temporary crypt" to this very day. It has been reported that his ghost has been seen walking thru the rear wall of the cemetery and onto the lot at Paramount Studios, where he has also been seen. According to eye witnesses, he looks around, seems confused and then walks back thru the wall and back into the cemetery. Perhaps his confusion stems from the passage of Time and the changes that have taken place in our world since then. He has also been seen at his former home, known as the Falcon's Lair. #Hollywood #Cemetery #HollywoodForever #Ghosts #Paranormal #Hauntings #Valentino #LosAngeles #LA #SoCal #California #Taphophile #Travels

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losangelesfuneralservice12 · 18 days ago

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dwarfysays · 2 years ago

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Friday, March 31, 2023

I have to add the date, because Tumblr doesn’t.

February 25, 2023 my mother dies from COVID and lung cancer. She lived 17 months beyond her prognosis. So, I suppose we should be grateful for the extra time we had with her. For sure the first 15 of those 17 could be considered actual quality time. Her health took a steep decline when she contracted RSV. She didn’t really recover well enough before getting COVID. That was it. Lung cancer + COVID is pretty much the end. That same day Igthor went bat shit crazy on my brothers trying to break into the house.

Igthor= psychotic sibling that sibling “C” has a second restraining order against.

That same day a prayer novena was commenced for our mother. We continued the novena daily until the 9th day. We do a prayer on the 40th day after Mom’s death.

Igthor was arrested and released a day later on bail. Later charges were dropped against her due to the complicating factor of our mother’s death.

March 13th we had the viewing and memorial. Mom looked gray inside the coffin. It was all surreal. We each said a eulogy. Mine was of being sorry and being grateful. It’s worth saying we all should be grateful to C for caring for Mom and Dad these past couple of years. C is the reason Mom lasted as long as she did. Both our parents attended mass every Sunday until they were house bound. Then they had somebody come to the house to hold private mass with them.

That day two of our 1st degree maternal cousins came for the services. Annalynn and her husband John and Marianne. We have met Annalyn and John before. It was a first meeting for Marianne. Both of them are very sweet, very nice. They were to stay in town until the 16th.

On March 14th, we buried our mom. The funeral mass was at the church our parents faithfully attended until the end. Mom’s casket was set by the altar. Because of the restraining order and her atrocious behavior the day Mom passed, Igthor was not allowed to attend. But, with the help of close family friends she was allowed to. They limited her to the sound proof childrens’ room to watch mass. I think it’s fair that she got to say goodbye to our mom. We just did not want her to turn the funeral proceedings into a circus with her antics and over the top drama.

From there, the funeral procession motorcade made its way to the nearby veteran’s cemetery. That’s Mom’s final resting place. It’s worth noting that it rained heavily that day. Under rainy skies, the priest made his funeral sermon and we each laid our hands on the coffin to say goodbye to Mom. C stood beside me as we kept our hands on the casket. I placed my arms around her to comfort her. The grandchildren were also around the casket grieving. Then came Igthor bowing down in grief. C stepped away and sat at a nearby covered area. A nephew came over to try and comfort Igthor, but she told him to “get the fuck away from me”. I looked over at the other nieces and nephews and they stood in silent disapproval of Igthor. The cemetery representative told us that we needed to leave as they will take Mom’s remains over to the burial site. There will also be another funeral burial coming right after us.

March 15th, hanging out with the cousins in the best tourist sites. It continued to rain off and on that day as well. We started at Liberty Station so they can get a taste of popular fare here. Then off to the Cabrillo monument tidal pools and museum above. It was the first time Marianne had seen the Pacific Ocean state side. Despite the weather they enjoyed the outing

The La Jolla “Childrens Pool” was the next stop. We watched the harbor seals and their pups for a while.

Final stop was the Sky Deck at the Del Mar Heights center. One of my cousins confided in me that her husband has Alzheimer’s. I asked about a support group or friends she could rely upon. They live in Minnesota. She said they have their church group for moral support. I was wondering if there were groups knowledgeable in the disease that could help her out. She said that there will come a time when her husband will need full time care and that he do NOT want to be in a care facility. That means she will be his care provider/wet nurse. Cousin said if she has to stop working it would be financially devastating if they stayed here in the US. So the plan is to retire in the PI where the two of them can live off of his retirement and she can fully care for him. He is a nice guy, from what I can see. But he is at least 15 years her senior. He came to the PI to find her, marry her and bring her to the states. Was his original intent was to find and marry a future care giver? That makes me sick to my stomach. Anyways whatever path they choose, they have family and friends to help. I don’t know if she confided in my mom before she died or even any of my siblings. I am sad for her and wish her circumstances would greatly improve. Best case scenario he passes peacefully in his sleep before he becomes incapacitated by Altzeimers. That may seem cruel, but equally as cruel is to force his much younger wife to watch him degenerate and have to wipe his ass to his last agonizing breath. She has family and friends for what that’s worth. At the end of the day it will be just poor cousin with and old man she has to feed and bathe towards the end of his life.

I failed to mention our father through all of this. He’s broken up about this. But he braved the elements in a wheel chair none the less to pay last respects to his life partner and love. Mom was everything to him. She carried a lot of the burdens of raising a family for him. She managed their bills and assets for him. He was diagnosed with cancer first and it was stage 4 prostate cancer! It had already spread to his spine. We were shocked, we were already starting to grieve for Dad. Mom was looking over him and caring as best she could for him until she got sick. My how fortunes have turned! A few years ago, we were bracing ourselves for losing our dad before our mom. Now Dad visits Mom’s grave.

#grieving #loss #rip mom #mother #father #family #loss in the family

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losangelesfuneralservice · 10 months ago

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lavistamemorialpark1 · 10 months ago

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Discovering the Best Funeral Services in San Diego

Planning a funeral is never easy, especially during an already difficult time of grieving a loss. When a loved one passes away in the San Diego area, you want to ensure their final arrangements are handled with compassion, care, and professionalism. Discovering the best funeral home to facilitate the services is key to providing your loved one a meaningful and memorable send-off while also supporting family and friends through the transition.

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Having Compassionate Staff

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Customization Options

The best funeral providers allow immense flexibility and personal customization across all their ceremonial services, receptions and post-life gatherings. Whether you want a simple direct cremation or a large traditional funeral and burial with many accompanying events, the funeral home should offer complete personalization and à la carte choices to the extent desired. From personalized caskets, urns, flowers, music, refreshments, memorial gifts and beyond, prioritize funeral homes emphasizing customization.

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'Dead Doggies Aren't Much Fun' Extras

Spoilers for my ResDogs fic of the same name, including the initial outline, and a different beginning

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Alt titles

Is The Dog Dead Yet?

Let Dead Dogs Lie: Sometimes Dead is Bettah

The Midnight Special

Release around Halloween?

-Larry lives, Freddy dies canon divergence/compliant/post-canon. So, Larry’s being haunted. Haunted by various spirits, namely the diamond heist crew that perished. The one that disturbs him the most is the ghost of Orange, who won’t let him rest.

Orange’s goal could be two-fold; tell Larry his name, and protect him from the other spirits, i.e. the likes of Joe, Eddie and Blonde. At first Larry doesn’t realize this, because he only sees Freddy. It’s not until he begs Orange to leave him alone that the other spirits begin to aggressively haunt him, poltergeist levels of intensity.

Most importantly tho: ghost sex?

Draft #2: Only Larry lives, and is so haunted in jail that the courts move his ass to a more private location, because the sightings and complaints are that frequent/bad. Be more of a black comedy in tone. All the ghosts are pretty consistent with one another, some more angry than others, some docile, and then there’s Freddy. A spiritualist will say a ghost is between worlds, and doesn’t know quite how to explain it. Turns out that Freddy’s not dead, but in a coma, and his soul is wandering, protecting Larry. He’s unable to share his name, because that’s the kind of info the other spirits, i.e. Blonde or Eddie, can use to track him down and kill him completely. At first Freddy doesn’t know why he can’t say his name, frustrated he can’t be on the same level as Larry, like Freddy himself doesn’t know he’s in a coma.

Character in play: Vincent Vega. We first meet Vincent at the funeral for Vic Vega, where he gets up to make a speech with Mia and the rest of the (hostile) crowd of mourners looking on. He’s mostly bullshitting his way through, because he both has nothing but very illegal things to say regarding fond memories of his brother, as well as not knowing a soul there aside from his date. He tries breaking the ice by jokingly going, “At least we can have an open casket” which sets the crowd off on shit talking the deceased officer who put Vic down, which devolves into them considering crashing the cop’s (Marvin’s) funeral service. Vince, trying multiple times to deescalate things, and failing, calls in a tip to the LAPD from a payphone about maybe moving Nash’s service to a later date… and not advertising it… make an intimate affair. Vic’s big(?) brother gets wind of the extraordinary haunting of Larry Dimmick, and that his deceased sibling is one of the alleged spirits. Thing is, Vic died carrying a secret; the location of his half of a job he and Vince did when they were younger, and on better terms. He’s able to have this meeting, with Mia present, because the cops owe him for that head’s up about Marvin’s funeral getting crashed. Vince approaches Larry offering to help get him better living conditions, using the money he finds to bribe certain people, if he gets the info from Vic. Vic says ‘fuck no’ on one condition: Vince gets the name of that bitch Orange, this being the first time Vince’s really heard about his brother’s real killer, which no one has yet found out. A comment about Larry maybe sleeping with the rat is previously brought up, and Vince turns to Larry awaiting an answer, doesn’t believe him when Larry says ‘I dunno’.

[changed Vincent getting in good with the cops about the tip, or people talking about White and Orange's 'established' relationship]

Character in play: Holdaway. He’s the one that’s there when Vega gets through to Freddy’s room. In contact with Vince/Mia/Larry beforehand, and can take a call. Uses a million salt packets to make a barrier around Freddy’s bed. has an angry nurse outside the room that’s pissed he stole a week’s supply of salt.

Holdaway connection to the chaos trio of Vince/Mia/Larry dr. #2: He’s not contacted until the very last second. A logical leap that Orange is in a coma leads to one of the trio having the numbers for various LA hospitals on standby. An audible ‘thank fuck’ when they hear such a unique name as ‘Newandyke’. They start with the closest ones and work their way down, asking for a Holdaway that’s visiting rather than a patient as that is likely protected info. Tell a disbelieving Holdaway about what’s coming his way, and he’s made a believer on sight because of Blonde’s ghost form coming through the fucking TV.

[simplified version of this is giving Holdaway a 'cellular phone'. so convenient]

The ghosts and how they behave: Brown is pretty chill. He likes to read over the shoulders of inmates in the library. On occasion will lose his cool and ask one of them to read faster so he can get to the next page, scaring the shit out of the poor bastard.

Eddie and Vic argue. A Lot. And make out. The people who didn’t believe in ghosts, in an afterlife, were now leading experts in ghost-copulation.

Joe still acts as Tired Dad to the dead dogs. Likes to ignore Orange, which is easy to do because the latter has a hard time coming through. [changed to Orange keeping everyone away from himself in an effort to keep the ghosts away from Larry]

Orange: he uses all of his energy to interact with Larry. Larry can’t understand why Orange would want to be around him, Larry killed him after all. Orange doesn’t see why he should hold a grudge; what’s done is done, after all. Wouldn’t have told Larry the truth about being a cop if he didn’t expect to be killed, as a result.

Pink’s bitter. so close to making off with the diamonds, only to be cut down by approaching LAPD officers. His and Brown’s interactions are like that of an old married couple. [damn shame I couldn't work this last part in at all]

Blue: Always figured he’d go down in a hail of bullets. Is annoyed he got tazed, instead, dying of a heart attack. The distinct smell of burning flesh follows him about. He hangs out in the cafeteria during meals, in the yard during recess, people watching. He’ll join Brown in the library, but has a lot more patience.

Marvin: He died in anger. Not a full on Ju-On, but, he’s very feral. He died being angry with just about everyone, from the heist members that beat him up, to his coworkers and the LAPD as a whole for (likely) knowing that shit had gone sideways and doing nothing to save two officers, to Eddie that delivered the killing shot, but most of all he’s furious with Blonde. Vega, who tortured and disfigured him, threatening to set the poor guy on fire. He lashes out at particularly violent prisoners and lazy guards, but will generally be nasty towards everyone. The only one he doesn’t mess with is Larry, which is mostly because Orange’s spirit is protecting him. [changed to him only going after violent people- the silent comment on how corrupt the private clinic is, that none of the doctors wanna take chances with his spirit]

Maybe, at some point, they wonder if Marvin knows who Orange was. Vince and Mia try to talk to him, getting nothing but hostility. This can be our intro to Marvin, proper, because he’s seldom seen but very much felt. The other spirits can sometimes set aside their anger and be permitted to have a conversation with Larry, but, well, Marvin holds a Grudge.

They act pretty normal most of the time. Aside from the whole death thing, they act like they did in life. Orange of course has more trouble than the others in presenting himself (a reflection of how he was in life) but everyone undergoes a terrifying transformation during the full moon. One of the newbie guards jokingly asks if they’re ghost werewolves/ werewolf ghosts. Really, what happens during a full moon is that they relive their deaths on a loop. They are unable to discern what is memory and what is reality. All but Orange, who makes a conscious effort to find his way back to Larry each and every time.

What happens to the spirits during the full moon: They all start reenacting their deaths, sometimes word for word, sometimes with variation. With Orange, he appears in Larry’s cell, bleeding, desperate, begging for the other’s help. Larry jumps up as Orange approaches, only for Orange to lay down in the bed, ceasing attempts at approach. He then goes on to plead with White to help him, to hold him. This goes on for some time as White sits paralyzed in the corner, watching the kid go through his own death, again. Those three days of the full moon, Larry tries to summon the courage to talk to Orange, the only time he seems to form some kind of solid connection with the kid. By the third night, he’s able to sit on the edge of the bed, and rest a hand on the kid’s ankle. Silence for a month. [I sped the process along because I'm not that big a fan of slow-burn, apparently]

The next month, Larry feels a bit more prepared, and doesn’t move when Orange comes. Asks what the kid wants, if this is his way of trying to move on. Orange, of course, doesn’t answer, just continues to beg Larry to help him, to hold him. Larry moves further up the bed, still surprised that Orange’s form is solid, and takes his hand. Like the ankle, this does bring the other some comfort, but not totally. Larry is afraid of giving himself over like last time, knowing that in this state he’d do anything for the kid, and did. The second night of the second month, Larry finds it in him to lay down next to Orange, and hold him as before. The difference in the other’s attitude is immediate, and there’s this odd sense of progress. Orange then starts talking to him, wishing that he could tell Larry his name (Vince and Mia have already visited by this point, attempts at finding Orange’s identity failing), apologizing for being a cop, getting his friends killed. Larry just begs him to stop, the memory painful, his efforts in vain. The third night, and it’s more of the same, only White apologizes, that he never needed to take things as far as he did (with both the relationship and shooting Orange?), and Orange tells him not to worry; that if he didn’t expect Larry to kill him, he wouldn’t have told him the truth about being a cop.

Month three, and Larry’s determined to find a way to help Orange move on. He starts by actively helping Orange, as he had done in the warehouse, the moment the kid enters his cell. From guiding Orange to the bed, to undoing the other’s belt, to holding Orange when he asks. The comfort this brings him (both Orange and Larry) is obvious. It also leads to Orange saying more, being able to break out of the cycle a little bit more. They talk, and bond, discussing their favorite things, making each other laugh. Night after night this happens, the sessions always ending with Larry feeling guilty, and the room becomes tense, once more.

Month four, and caretaker!Larry is in full effect. The moment Orange shows up, Larry of course already waiting, he just scoops the other off of his feet, much to Orange’s surprise and delight, taking him the three steps to the bed, bridal style. Just nuzzles Orange the moment he gets him horizontal, combing his hair with his fingers, cuddling him. It’s like bringing out the human side of the kid, allowing him to exist outside of being a wandering spirit. Orange can’t help the ‘sorrys’ that spill from his mouth, but Larry makes no attempt to silence him. Just listens. He then wonders if he still wants Orange to move on, by any means necessary. When Orange shows up the next night, Larry feels both pleased and guilty, realizing that the name may be the key to everything, after all. He gets more physically affectionate, leading to kissing Orange, even. There is the weird phenomenon of being able to physically touch, but no exchanging of bodily fluids. To physically embrace, but feel not warmth nor cold.

Month five, ghost fucking. Maybe. [APPARENTLY NOT. I'M JUST A COWARD/COULDN'T WORK IT IN AND NEITHER COULD THESE IDIOTS]

Towards the end of the fic, Freddy’s spirit/soul tell Larry that he’ll find him, and Freddy returns to his physical body. He wakes up, and Holdaway’s there, having just stopped Blonde’s ghost from murdering Freddy for good, and asks what the kid remembers. Freddy says nothing, which makes headlines. Larry’s released from prison as a result, the only thing really keeping him there being bail, which Vince helps him out with. Larry then gets all angsty because he buys into Freddy’s statement; the kid doesn’t even recall being undercover. Larry leaves town, giving up hope. Freddy is somewhat back to normal after about three months, a combo of rehabbing his injuries and from being in a coma. He sets off to find Larry, starting with Vince for info. Is directed to the motel Vince knew Larry stayed at after getting sprung. Freddy goes here, learns that Larry left months ago. Asks to stay the night in the room, anyway. Gets a fraction of a vision as to where Larry currently is, chases his dumbass about for three more months.

Prologue: Set to Spirit In The Sky, we get a montage of all the dead dogs being prepared for their individual funerals/viewings/burials/entombments/cremations. How no one shows up for Pink’s because he was all-business. Brown’s includes a procession(?) from the local classic-car club he was part of. Blue’s includes a lot of drinking and smoking and getting high, is easily the most fun to attend. Joe and Eddie’s are dual viewings, Joe’s second, much-younger wife, just a hair-older than Eddie, is decked out in a fabulous coat, mascara running down her face. She’s genuinely torn up, but is still gorgeous. Joe would love it, and everyone knows it. Joe’s buried in a fine Italian three-piece suit, and Eddie’s buried in his favorite tracksuit. Blonde’s is a creepy-ass affair, with the most off-putting guest list ever. No one there seems too torn up about the brute biting it. Orange doesn’t get a funeral, and the whole department’s under an NDA. Seemingly, Larry’s the only one that knows the truth about Orange’s profession and lived to tell the tale. So, when there’s talk of who killed who, Marvin Nash, the only confirmed uniform, is brought up, and it’s assumed he did the deed. There’s no word that Larry has access to about a funeral for ‘Mr. Orange’ or of that for a second cop (not counting those killed while the crew fled the scene) and it makes Larry feel just the tiniest bit sorry for the rat bastard; that he was so undercover, they won’t even give the guy a memorial, maybe not even a headstone.

Chapter one structure: POV is a prison guard, covering for another guard that’s out for ‘medical reasons’ or quit. There’s this build up of mystery, because the people in this cell block, law enforcement and criminal alike, are tight-lipped about what’s going on. There’s just a phrase used over and again; the dogs are out, again. The reveal that there’s noises, sounds and sightings of people in suits, one in a tracksuit, wandering the halls at various times of day. How it’s all concentrated around one inmate in particular; Larry Dimmick. The current guard receives a scare so bad he leaves on the spot, demanding to be transferred or fired, he doesn’t give a damn which.

Chapter two: Larry gets a visit from his lawyer in the first few days of his awaiting arraignment. The county’s doing all they can to get Dimmick behind bars for something, while they get their case together. It’s very telling that he’s not been charged officially for anything that went down during the robbery or in the warehouse. They got him for possession of unregistered firearms, and that’s it. The guns being on his physical person is all that they’ve got, and they can’t say for sure if he shot anyone but Orange. And, the reason they don’t charge him with shooting Orange, is because the LAPD’s playing the waiting game; either Orange will get better and be able to testify, or he’ll die and Dimmick will get charged with murder. The DA’s essentially waiting for a stronger case. So, in the clinker for gun possession, bail ridiculously high because this is Larry’s third offense, and generally because Larry’s money is going to his lawyer, one reccomended by Cabot’s. Of course, his lawyer doesn’t know about Orange’s potential as star witness, just figures, especially considering the current rumor mill, that it must be one of the jewelry store clerks or customers that they’re trying to coax into testifying. Vincent visiting Larry in prison, and that’s when we get proper dialogue from one of our ghosties. First bringing up of Orange.

Chapter three: Holdaway POV, visiting Freddy in the hospital. The guy’s in a coma, under the name John Doe. Even Holdaway being a cop is kept under wraps, for the sake of trying to protect Freddy. The case against Dimmick is shaky because of the lack of living, awake witnesses, and the cops on the scene contaminating the crime scene. So there’s all this talk in front of Freddy about not mentioning his name, which works into his subconsciousness, and prevents him from sharing it with Larry like he wants to.

Chapter four: Vincent shows up at Larry’s new cell, after the city’s moved him to stop complaints, with a medium. Try to get some answers, you know? Someone completely out of the loop, who has to answer questions about the spirits to prove their worth. Maybe a duo, a team? Mia dabbling in spiritualism? It involves a lot of ‘knock once for yes, twice for no’. At the end, Freddy materializes, and tries to tell Larry his name, something he thinks will set him free. What he doesn’t know, but the likes of Pink’s spirit have caught onto, is that his abilities are so different from the others because he’s between worlds. Pink said this to Blonde, who wants to finish Freddy off. This can be done at anytime including before. Point is, we end the chapter with Orange feeling bad that he can’t tell Larry his name. [the most alterations are made between this outline and the final product: I wish I could've worked in more stuff with Pink, and it just didn't happen. Orange appearing to Larry outside of the full moon is put off even longer]

Chapter Five: likely as we’re following the months going by, and Orange and Larry’s relationship gets more intense, Mia stops by for a surprise visit; she thinks the spirits aren’t attached to Larry, but to Orange. And that they’re attached to him, and his spirit is so much different from the others, because he’s not dead, yet. That he must be in a coma, but his soul is attached to Larry. This is when she says that, if finding out Orange’s real name was supposed to set him free, as a ghost, what if figuring out his name now just allows Orange to return to his body? To wake up? Thus, Larry has to make a potentially selfless decision; if continues trying to help Orange, it could mean Larry definitely getting charged with attempted murder.

Alternate Ending? Like any good horror movie that can’t make up its mind? One where Vic succeeds in- not killing Freddy, but possessing his body. Bonus is if he then goes to visit Larry in prison, rubbing salt in the wound, and that Freddy’s spirit can’t even stay with Larry because he’s now attached to his conscious form.

Endings A and B: The ending I’d find most interesting, as in subverting expectations, and the ending most people (including myself) would like. So, the ending where Vic seemingly gets his way, taking Orange’s body for his own, and then the ending where Holdaway helps thwart his plan, leading to Freddy waking up, claiming not to remember anything, Larry getting released, and Freddy meeting up with him several months later.

More about ending A: Vic can’t help but want to rub his victory in Larry’s face. He doesn’t mind Vince forgetting his money, because Vic is ultimately not motivated by material gains, but by experiences. Watching the heartbreak in Dimmick’s eyes as he wears the skin of his lover is next level, and so hard to resist. In wanting to take his victory lap, he shows up at the prison under the guise of ‘Freddy’ wanting closure, funny enough a line that Vince used to see Larry not that long ago. Of course, this is after maybe a year of hauntings, and the other crew members are still stuck, attached to Larry. The other prisoners and guards are also very in the know, and want desperately for peace. Funny enough, a moment of unity, of full cooperation from everyone involved, is joining up against Vega/’Freddy’. So, what’s a prison’s entire population to do? Hold an exorcism, of course.

That moment when Vic reveals that he gave up a prime opportunity to see Dimmick put away for good, because then he wouldn’t be allowed to visit him in jail, and that him likely being released soon was all made worth it to see the look on his face when Vega says that Freddy’s still in there. Starts talking about Freddy’s physical body, how he likes to run his hands down the scars- this can very quickly get into non-con territory. Vic initially gets away, after the cops try to prevent him from leaving, and he snatches one of their weapons, holding it against his chest (because it’ll be harder to disarm him this way than if the gun’s pointed at his head) and uses Freddy’s physical well-being as a hostage. Starts making his way through the prison as various spirits plead with him try to reason with him. After all, they’re trapped as long as Freddy’s spirit remains restless. There’s the hope that maybe Eddie’s ghost can convince Vic to leave with him, specifically, and it almost works. But Vic’s so damn stubborn. Eventually, it starts to come across as a ghostly intervention, with the whole crew assembling, and living guards/prisoners still keeping their distance. That’s when Vic realizes that there’s someone missing. And that’s when Marvin’s soul, a grudge ghost at this point, starts attacking Vic, even going so far as to bite off Freddy’s ear. Have Nash even echo a movie line, about how he and Vic met six months ago, and that he should remember Nash, vividly. There’s something both grounding and disorientating about the pain that really sends Vic through a loop, not realizing he’d anchored himself so deeply in this corporal form. Perhaps Freddy senses this, takes advantage by doing the one thing Vic is most afraid of; inflicting pain. He takes control of a hand, and that’s all he needs to start ripping at his stitches. An incantation, a ghost exorcism, essentially, is read aloud through the PA system, and Vic is both rattled and trapped. The moment he leaves Freddy’s body, Freddy’s back in control, and, for the first time in six months, the prison is silent. For a moment, at least. Finally, the living are alone in this place. [again, a lot of changes; this takes place in the private facility in the final draft, not the prison. I think the prison would have been more cathartic, a great bookend, but it just didn't pan out that way. Vic's takeover is notably less suggestive in the final work, and Eddie's the only ghost that tries to talk sense into him. Oh, and no exorcism]

Additional note: When Eddie tries convincing Vic to leave this physical body, Vic suggests that the former take Dimmick’s body. That he’ll be unprotected, now, and will be released from prison, soon. That he and Vic can be together again. It is giving Bly Manor vibes, but that can’t hurt. Eddie just wants to move on, and can sense Marvin’s approach. He just shakes his head sadly, leaving Vic to his fate.

The issue of Orange’s name: the man himself may not remember, but after some time warming up (and cuddling with) Larry, he recalls how Nash knew his identity the whole time and never spilled. That if Vincent and Mia wanna do a proper seance/send them all on their way, Marvin’s the one to talk to. Larry points out how difficult that will be, because one, nobody’s really seen Marvin save for on a few occasions. Two, even if he’s found, why would he wanna tell Larry shit, considering Larry helped beat the poor bastard up? Orange insists that the only one Nash is pissed with is Vic, but that there may have to be some bargaining. Perhaps getting in touch with his young wife and baby?

Freddy’s regret, remorse, wanting to take back what he’s done is so powerful, he ends up creating this field of energy about him, confining these spirits to this realm, attached to him. Essentially, his grief over getting them killed, wishing to undo it all, bring them back to life, even, has ironically given them an undead existence. He got his wish in the worst way, unknowingly, of course, and has to shield Larry against the very spirits he’s trapped. [well god damn, I didn't mean to incorporate THIS much of Bly Manor, whoops]

On Mia and Vincent’s relationship: in PF (94), Vega had just gotten back from a three year stint in Amsterdam, and Mia reveals she goes there once a year for a month. So, earliest they could’ve met was in ’91, and in ’94 she’s recently married. So, in this AU, they meet in ’91, fall in love, Marcellus never even meets Mia, and they were living in Amsterdam full-time until news of Vic’s death made its way to Vincent. Vincent would love to make an honest woman out of her, treat her, take care of her. Mia comes from money, obviously, doesn’t need financial support, but Vincent still feels weird in not being able to provide for her. That’s what makes Vic’s hidden cut so tempting, it’s a way for Vincent to step up and be more of Mia’s equal. And that’s where the question of ‘do you wanna take care of me, or be able to stand toe-to-toe? Which is it?’

Further stuff with Holdaway: H is on Vince’s trail, ends up visiting Nash’s widow, already feeling protective of her. This is after the couple reunites, and she’s made a believer. She won’t tell H what he wants, fearing she won’t see her husband again if she does. H meets yet another dead end. Continued: Could be before seeing the widow, H spends even more time than before at F’s bedside, scared that V will put it all together, make a move. Tell the chief as much, though he gets yelled at, and it is pointed out that too much attention paid to F could be just as bad as leaving him alone.

[dr. #1, alternative prologue]

Sofia Lopez, the county’s top medical examiner, flicks on her office lights. She has a tall order for the night, and is sipping on coffee as she gets her things together. Long, dark brown hair pulled back in a high ponytail, she gets into her autopsy garb, and enters her other ‘office’.

One swipe of vapor rub under her nose, protective gear on, she sets her recorder to start. She introduces herself, the date, and the first client of the night. “Deceased is Joseph Cabot, aged seventy-three. Found unresponsive on the scene. Is wearing a shirt and dress pants. Injuries include a gunshot and blunt force trauma.” she lifts his head where dried blood has gathered. “It’s thought that the head injury is a result of falling, hitting the ground. Will determine if this or the gunshot occurred first.” Some time later, she moves onto her second client.

“Edward Cabot.” Her mouth twists at his age, “Twenty-seven.” ‘Too damn young. What a waste.’ His condition is very similar to his father’s right down to the blunt force trauma from an apparent fall. Sofia tries to find some levity in the situation, admiring the young man’s tracksuit. It’s name brand, likely costs more than her monthly rent. All it does is successfully remind her that this guy, not far from being a kid, must’ve loved these clothes. It’s hard to be objective when dealing with the bodies of criminals, and, worse yet, this just makes Edward feel even more human.

The third proves to be, when all is said and done, the worst. After all the thing’s Sofia has seen, this is by far one of the worst, the most intense. “Victor Vega, aged thirty-five.” his white button-up is completely soaked in blood, several holes perforating his chest. It rattles her so bad, Sofia goes on autopilot for the other bodies. Three more clients, and she’s finally done with initial cataloguing. (add all the descriptions for the others deaths, including Blue getting fried and Marvin looking worse than Blonde)

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