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Post by Willo on Nov 10, 2006 0:54:11 GMT -5
Call this the straw that broke the camal's back, so to speak. There is more past there, for sure.
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Post by Willo on Nov 9, 2006 14:56:46 GMT -5
Walter and a man in a brown suit walked through the terminal of an airport.
"I'm sorry about this sir, this is just my job," the man said.
"You picked your job, didn't you?" Walter snapped, as they pasted a magazenne shop.
"There was some question about your mental heath, sir," he said. "And the person insists that you see an American psychologist."
"That person is my no-good, overbearing son," Walter said. "Make sure my lawyer knows when to meet me on the ground."
"It's already been done, sir," the man said. "And again," he said, reaching the runway where a big Oceanic sign hung.
"Get a better job," Walter said, and put on a fedora before walking to the plane. Walter bumped into a man as he was trying to get onto the plane. The man dropped his bag and Walter's hat came off. Aaron Brooks looked up and sighed.
"Sorry," he said, picking up his bag.
Walter said nothing, just let Aaron ahead of him.
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Post by Willo on Nov 8, 2006 2:27:46 GMT -5
David Weinbloom, Attorney. He will be a recurring character, though probably not in Walter's flashback. If you want him to appear in one of your flashbacks, let me know, we can talk.
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Post by Willo on Nov 8, 2006 2:12:58 GMT -5
FLASHBACK I, PART III
I knew, you'd love me as long as you wanted, Patsy Cline sang over the delapadated, mono speak system in the old 24-hour cafe, where Walter sat by nursing a glass of coffee and smoking a cigerette.
And then someday, you'd leave me for somebody new.
Walter stood at the booth, looking at a plane ticket to Sydney on the table. He sat alone in a booth as a bell from another part of the cafe sounded. Someone had walked in through the front door. A man in a black suit walked over to Walter's table as Walter put out his ciggerette.
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
"Are you sure you want to do this Walter?"
Wonderin', what in the world did I do?
After a long pause as Walter looked down at his ticket, he looked back at the man. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
Oh, crazy, for thinkin' that my love could hold you.....
"This is a pretty big decision, and, usually we'd do this in my office..."
"Well, we ain't in your office, are we? I've been thinking 'bout this long and hard. This is what I want to do."
I'm crazy for tryin' and crazy for cryin
"Alright, then... just sign here," the man said. "And try not to spill coffee on it."
And I'm crazy for lovin' you.
Walter signed on the line and let out a big sigh as he looked up to the concerned face of his lawyer, David Weinbloom.
"Alright, Mr. McLaughlin, your son is offically out of your will. Now all your funds will be distribuated to charities at the time of your death, with the sum of $250,000 to be split among whatever grandchildren you may have at the age they turn 18. Should there be no children, they will go to the specifiied orphanages."
Walter let out a sigh, and lit a ciggerette.
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Post by Willo on Nov 6, 2006 14:20:50 GMT -5
Walter's son, Gerald Washington McKinley
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Post by Willo on Nov 6, 2006 14:19:47 GMT -5
FLASHBACK, PART II.
Walter was sitting in a room with a man, around 40 years old. Walter was carrying a suitcase, and the man was trying to stop him from going through a door.
"You can't do this," he said. "It's too dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Walter said. "I was in Korea, I got shot in the leg. I've seen more one day of my life than you'll see in your entire lifetime, boy."
"Dad," the man said, "It's going to cost too much money, I'm putting a hold on your spending."
"I earned my damn money, I'll spend it however I well please!"
"You're going to run out, dad," he said, with a frown. "And I can't afford to support you."
"You put me in this home, didn't 'ya?"
"Dad..."
"I hate it here, son. I really do," Walter said.
"The doctor said..."
"The doctor don't have shit for brains," Walter said.
"He went to Brown, dad."
"Washington U has one of the best medical programs in the nation, why didn't he go there? Or John Hopkins? Cause he ain't smart enough, that's why."
"You're being unreasonable, dad...."
"You're trying to keep me locked up in this place, trying to keep me from spending my money and doing what I want to do," Walter said. "Well, I ain't gonna have it. I'm going to Australia, boy."
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Post by Willo on Oct 24, 2006 11:40:08 GMT -5
FLASHBACK Walter sat at a table in what looked to be a game room. Around him were four men holding cards, with a large pile of chips on the table. Walter's eyes shifted as he glanced at his opponents. He throws in some chips, and stares down the other men.
Suddenly one of the men begins to move backwards, as if he was floating. A nurse is pulling him away from the table in his wheelchair.
"Hey!" Walter said, getting up to the table, "We ain't done yet!"
"I'm sorry," the nurse said, in a rather unpolite tone, "but it's time for lunch. You can play after naptime."
"But we're playing now, God damn it!"
"I'm sorry, but..."
"I am a war vet. I fought in Korea, missy. What have you done with your life? You clean people's drool for a living. So why do you get to tell me when I can do something?"
"Listen, Mr. McLaughlin, you know the schedule, you know when you can do things, and you know the time constraints. Now you can either come along to lunch, or you won't get any pudding."
"What gives you the right to tell me when I can do things? I don't pay you to tell me what to do!"
"Well, if you're paying for this, why don't you just leave? Otherwise come to lunch."
The other men get up from the table, and one of them looks at Walter and says "Come on, Walter. Pudding." The slowly hobble out of the room, leaving Walter alone at the table.
"They did it, they finally did it," he said, throwing the table over, spilling chips all over the ground. "They finally took away my honor."
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Post by Willo on Sept 25, 2006 5:58:57 GMT -5
The age difference makes me not want to think about that.
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Post by Willo on Sept 24, 2006 18:05:01 GMT -5
Name: Walter Lawerance McLaughlin Age: 76 Occupation back home: Retired Appearance: Nationality: Unknown Residence:Oak Lakes Retirement Home; Woodinville, WA. Skills: A surprizingly strong swimmer and is underestimated in other factors. He describes himself as “having seen a lot,” and was one of the few people to remain calm after the crash. Weaknesses/bad habits: He has been a smoker nearly all of his adult life, is grumpy and offputting and often downright insulting. He sees no reason to change, and refuses the help of people around him. Frequent moods/expressions: Grumpy, grizzled, adjectated, and unwelcoming. He describes everyone on the island, save Locke, as a child, and often questions if they are even thinking at all. Not a happy person. Reason for flight: Returning from “vacation” Item from wreckage: A small bag with unknown contents, and a complementrary flight pillow.
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Post by Willo on Apr 17, 2007 3:52:06 GMT -5
Tom, THE FLASHBACKS
20 years before the crash
A young Tom is in the backseat of a station wagon. The signal from the distant AM station crackled in and out as Tom, looking around the car, seeming unsure what was going around, smiled oddly.
You know love... better than a song... Love....(static)...all of us belong. So don't be shy...
With a click the radio turned off and his dad peeked over the back seat.
"We're going to have some fun today buddy," he said. Tom peeked out the window as the trees cleared. They were heading to a golf course.
"And one day, son, you're going to be one the best in the world."
18 years before the crash
Tom is sitting in the front seat of the car in a golf polo and carrying a child sized putter. Cars are wizzing by in the background, and horns are honking in the background.
"Is mommy okay?" Tom said, looking into the backseat.
His mom was laying down, her legs spread apart and breathing deeply. She was also in labor, something young Tom didn't quite understand.
"Mommy's fine. Mommy's just fine, son," his dad said, looking back at her. "She's just getting ready to have your little sister."
"Just drive!" she shouted, between gasps.
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Tom walked into a hospital room. He looked around slowly.
"Hey kiddo," his mother said with a smile. In her arms was his new sister. "This is your sister, Melissa, Thomas. Want to come here and say hello?"
The young child slowly walked up to the bed and climbed on a chair, standing on the hospital chair to take a look at his newborn sister.
"Hi," he said in an overly polite voice, as if he were trying desperately to make a good impression.
"This is your brother... Tommy," he said to the child, who's eyes fluttered open until they caught sight of Tom, where the locked on him and didn't blink. They connected on eyes. The little girl reached out for him and grabbed his outstretched hand, wrapping her hand around his pinky. Tom looked at his hand and back at his sister, who was still staring at him, unblinking.
His mom whispered the words "I love you" to Tom.
16 years before the crash....
The sound of moaning echoed through the house as Tom was watching over the now mobile and talking Melissa. She was playing with blocks, while Tom watched the television. Suddenly, a load moan echoed through the house. It was not a moan of pleasure--but one of pain. Not unlike that of the Marshal.
Tom walks over to Melissa, and takes her by the hand over to the couch.
"Lets play a game, Melissa."
"Okay bubba," she said with an oblivious smile.
He picked up a pillow from the couch and put it around the back of his sisters head, covering her ears.
"Can you hold it there?"
The little girl shook her head yes and he got up.
"OK. You're going to be Princess Leia. That's her hair."
The little girl smiled and kicked her feet in joy. She had never got to play a princess before.
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It is a couple days later. Tom is wearing an all black suit, and Melissa is in a nice dress. She didn't have a black dress, because she was a little girl, and seemed rather out of place in her purple and pink flowered dress. Adults were walking by the kids, seeming to ignore them, as were all the other kids. Melissa looked at Tom. She still didn't understand what was going on. Instinctively, however, she grabbed his hand, grabbing a hold of his pinky finger, wrapping her hand around it.
10 years before the crash
Tom, wearing a polo shirt and khakis walks up to a house in the suburbs. He rings a doorbell and waits patiently. A woman, looking thin and stressed and in her late 30's answered the door.
"Hi, Mrs. Jones," he said with a smile.
"Oh, hi Tom." she said.
"Is Teresa free?"
"She's not doing to well today Tom. But, since you're going out of town for the weekend, I'll see if she can come down."
After a few seconds a teenage girl, obviously wearing a wig, comes up to Tom and stands by the doorway.
"Hey," Tom said, with a smile.
"Hi Tom," the girl, obviously Teresa said, with a smile. She coughed a little bit.
"You didn't have to put on a wig for me."
"I like looking pretty for you," she said, looking sweet but weak in the eyes.
"And you do... if you have a wig on or not."
She smiled and took off the wig. She is bald--obviously undergoing kemo.
"I just wanted to say goodbye, since were going to be gone for a few days. Another golf trip."
"Okay."
He walked up and kissed her on the cheek gently.
"I'll call you as soon as I'm back in town."
"Okay," she said. "I love you, Tommy."
He looked at her and smiled, but his eyes look sad.
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"Alright champ," his dad said, walking in through the front door carrying a large trophy that read 'Casimir Pulaski Day Invitational-Champion. "First place! There were scouts from a bunch of colleges and... get this... Nike at that tournament. You're going places."
"It almost seemed to easy, like the other guys weren't trying."
"I'm going to go upstairs and put this in the room with the others."
Melissa walked in behind him and looked up at him.
"Way to go, bubba," she said.
"You're never gonna stop calling me that, are ya sweetie?"
"You're my bubba!"
"I'm going to call Teresa."
Tom went to the phone and picked it up, dialing a number quickly.
"Hi, is Teresa there?"
"What?" the voice of Teresa's mother said on the other line. "Tom, that's very distasteful of you!"
"Hello?"
He picked up the phone and dialed the number again.
"Mrs. Jones--wait--I don't understand..."
"Your father didn't tell you? Teresa died on Saturday, Tom. The funeral's tonight. I can't believe he..."
Tom dropped the phone and walked through the stairs. His dad walked down the stairs.
"Hey Tom, what do you say we go get some ice cream, hunh?"
"Yay! Ice cream!" Melissa shouted.
"How could you dad?" he said. "How could you?"
"You needed to focus on your game son... she was just going to distract you..."
"My girlfriend is dead, dad! You didn't think I'd find out."
"Go... do what you have to do... we don't have another tournament for another few weeks. We can take some time off practice..."
"Yeah, we can. Because I'm never playing golf again!"
Tom threw down the golf club and walked away.
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Tom was dressed in a black suit, again, holding some flowers and sitting in a pew alone at a church. He looked up follow a prayer and saw, from across the church a baby in his mothers arms. It eyes were fixed on his every move. A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked up as the Priest blessed Teresa's body.
Seven years before the crash....
Tom is on a couch, making out with a girl with long, curly brown hair. As she begins to kiss his neck, her watch begins to beep. She sits up, kissing his lips. A song beings to play (and continues throughout the flashback) as she gets up and walks out, saying "I love you" before she leaves. Tom heads to the fridge, grabs a beer and turns on a baseball game, featuring the Boston Red Sox.
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be
A siren passes by in the background and Tom steps up, walking to the door. He looks out and sees a car wreck has happened down the street.
Some day youll return to Your valleys and your farms And youll no longer burn To be brothers in arms
"A drunk driver just t-boned that poor woman," a passerby says as Tom downs the rest of his beer, crying tears.
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Five years before the crash...
Tom is looking ragged haired by sober as he is sitting on a couch. All we can hear is a music as Tom is watching a woman with blonde hair speak to him and move her hands. Her face is indistenct.
Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire Ive watched all your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms
Tom, who seemed distracted, starts to pay attention as, during the solo, a voice rings through.
"Tom! Did you hear me? This is Isaac. He's my son... you'll keep an eye on him, right?"
"Of couse," he said, looking at the child with a smile, remembering his own sister.
"Isaac, this is Tom Wilhoat. Say hello," the woman said.
"Hewwo, Tom Willo."
"It's Wilhoat son."
"Wiwwo! Wiwwo! Wiwwo!":
"You two have fun," the woman said and left as he looked at the child with a smile. He walked up to him and grabbed his hand, dragging him to come play with blocks.
Two days before the crash Willo is sitting at the same bar he ends up singing at a night later as Al walks in.
Theres so many different worlds So many differents suns And we have just one world But we live in different ones
"Hey Tom... ," Al said. "Listen, myself and the groomsmen are going out golfing, and, since there were five of us, we could a sixth. We thought we'd ask you."
"I don't play golf anymore, I hate that damn game"
No words are heard as Al orders a beer and sits next to Willo--and he thinks of the past he has had with Amber.
As the song fades, he sets down his beer.
"I haven't played in almost ten years," he said, looking at Al.
"You can be on my team--we're doing pairs. Besides, they have to let me win, right?"
"Yeah."
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Willo is at the golf course, still drinking beer as he sets it down and hits a ball with his driver.
"I thought you said you hated this game," Al said.
"Yeah, but not because I wasn't any good at it."
"Obviously," Al said. "You could give TIger a run for his money."
"I hate this damn game," he said, climbing into the golf cart and heading down the fairway.
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Willo is on the green. His cellphone rings. He steps aside.
"Hey Tom," a voice on the phone says.
"Hey, how are you..."
"Not so good... I just got back from the doctors..."
He lowers his head and listens as the song becomes prominent again. Willo tries to cover up the fact that he's crying to the other guys.
Now the suns gone to hell And the moons riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But its written in the starlight And every line on your palm Were fools to make war On our brothers in arms
"I'll be there on the first flight the morning after the wedding, I promise."
"Thanks, bubba."
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Post by Willo on Nov 6, 2006 14:54:22 GMT -5
Some images, since I finally got around to it: AMBER AL
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Post by Willo on Oct 21, 2006 5:49:21 GMT -5
I, uhm, am resisiting all the jokes I'm thinking of right now.
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Post by Willo on Oct 20, 2006 19:56:54 GMT -5
The song "Do You Realize?" by the Flaming Lips will play an imporant role coming up.
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Post by Willo on Oct 16, 2006 20:50:34 GMT -5
“Let’s go over it again,” Detective Calderwood said. “You’re not the last appointment I have today, so I don’t want to take up any more of your time.”
“I’ve told you the story three times already. It’s the exact same story each time,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s what makes it suspicious.”
“What?”
“Most people, they remember details one time but forget them the next, and remember details, you seem to remember all the details every time, which suggests to me you made something up and memorized it.”
“I have a photographic memory, and I think I’d remember this pretty vividly.”
“Just one more time, Mr. Wilhoat.”
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For a split second, Willo was back on the island, looking at Heidi. Seeing her mouth move, but not hearing any voice. Then, he was back in thought.
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Willo is sitting in a car on a rainy day. He is wearing the tux, with the bow tie done. He tips back a flask, and puts it back into the glove compartment.
“You were sitting in the car, drinking,” The disembodied voice of Calderwood said.
Willo hits play on the CD player and Damien Rice’s “The Blowers Daughter” begins to play, and continues underneath.
“I only had a swig, for confidence,” Willo’s voice said. Willo gets out of the black Oldsmobile Aurora as a light rain falls on his sholders. He looks around, and then up, infront of him, where there stands a church.
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“I go into the church,” Willo said, facing the detective.
“And then what?” Calderwood asked, leaning in.
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“Hey Thomas,” one of the guests said, walking up to Willo.
“Al,” he said, calmly, as Al proceed to hug him. “I’m glad you came down, it’s been so good to meet you.”
“You too,” Willo said, putting on his best smile. He wore it like a mask, as if he could take it off and on at will. “So, where’s the blushing bride?”
“She’s in her dressing room,” Al said. “She was getting all hysterical, and so she kicked all the bridesmaids out. My sisters are not the easiest people to get along with.”
Willo chuckled and looked down at his feet.
“Someone should probably check up on her, you mind?”
“What?” Willo asked.
“Just, make sure she’s doing okay,” Al said, putting his arm around Willo’s neck and began to speak in a lower voice. “I think she’s starting to have second thoughts, and she said you’ve always been the voice of reason in her life-- you always knew what to tell her to figure things out. Plus, aside from her family, you know her the best.”
“Yeah, okay,” Willo said, nodding at Al. “I had something I had to talk to her about, anyway.”
and so it is just like you said it should be we'll both forget the breeze most of the time
Willo walked up to the Brides room, where he knocked on the door.
“Amber? Are you decent. Well, cover up, I’m coming in.”
Willo burst through the door looking around.
and so it is the colder water the blower's daughter the pupil in denial
“Amber? Where you...” Willo said, and sudenly stopped speaking. He looked to the ground where he saw Amber, her white dress spoiled by a growing red stain. He looked to the ground, where a revolver laid.
“Amber,” Willo said, falling to his knees next to her, taking off his bow tie and feeling her pulse. “Help! We need some help here!”
Willo brushed her face and grabbed her right hand which she was sticking up. “Stay with me Amber, stay with me.”
Amber tried to say something, but her voice was too week to make out. Willo leaned in close, and put his ear up to her mouth, where she wispered something. A tear rolled down Willo’s nose as she kissed his right cheek. He looked up as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes off of you I can't take my eyes...eyes...
At that moment, a number of people, lead by Al burst into the room, and suddenly stopped, looking at him.
“Call an ambulence!” Willo shouted, tears now running down his face. He blinked, and he was back in the police station, where he again, had tears running down his cheeks.
“Are we done?” Willo said, looking up at Calderwood.
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Post by Willo on Oct 16, 2006 1:05:43 GMT -5
Just wait until you see what happens next.
As far as the number of flashbacks, I consider this to be "one flashback" through the next one I post. These would be several flashbacks in one episode on Lost, because they link together to a definate ending. You'll see, soon enough.
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Post by Willo on Oct 12, 2006 1:02:59 GMT -5
The bartender awoke in the hotel room to an empty bed, looking around as Willo emerged from the bathroom with a suitcase. He looked at her and smiled, but continued to stuff the bright white towels into his bag.
“Good morning,” she said, with a smile. “Why are you in a rush, babe? We should order breakfast in bed and not leave the room.”
Willo continued to grab whatever he could, including removing the batteries from the television remote.
“That’s a little cheap,” she said.
“Well, you’re not exactly a cheap date, so I’m saving my money when I can. Besides, I won’t get a chance to go to the hotel store,” Willo said, with a serious look on his face.
“What do you mean? Wasn’t it worth it?” she said, doing her best too look seductive.
Willo finally stopped and looked at her. “What do you think happened last night?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“I picked you up at my bar,” she said. “You sang a sad song and I took you home.”
“You don’t remember anything else, do you?”
“I can imagine,” she said, with a smile and patted the bed in front of her, “We can make something to remember now.”
“We got back here, and we cleaned out the minibar. Then you talked to me about this guy named Paul for about two hours before you fell asleep on my chest.”
“You mean, we didn’t...”
”’fraid not, hun,” he said, with a smile. “Anyway, I’m going to guess that you’re going to want to leave here in not too long.”
“What... why?”
“I can’t explain...”
“No, I mean why didn’t we?”
“Because we decided you were just using me because I look sort of like Paul and you both love and hate Paul and sleeping with me would temporarily satisfy both those emotions. Oh, and you’re pregnant.” he said matter of faculty.
“You were the one singing ‘Fire and Rain’, shouldn’t have you been the one we were psychoanalyzing,” she said, still doing her best to look cute.
“Another time,” he said. “Come on, up and atom.”
“Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?” she asked. As she finished there was a harsh knock at the door.
“That’d be why,” Willo said, walking to the door. He opened it, but she couldn’t see who was there. “Just give me one second,” he said.
He walked back into the main area of the room.
“I have to go, just, uhm, drop the keycard off at the front desk. I left a towel in the bedroom for you. And, uhm, I know this is going to seem odd, but tell Paul you’re sorry. I left my address on a notecard in your purse, write me, okay?”
At that moment a man in a suit carrying a gun walked into the room.
“Mr. Wilhoat, if you’re going to stay on schedule, we need to leave now,” he said, and ushered Willo out of room 1623.
The bartender walked to the front door in nothing but her bra and panties and stuck her head out the open door.
“What happened to you, Willo? What happened at the wedding?” she shouted, as she looked down at the ground to see something in the newspaper. It was Willo’s photograph on the front page of the paper, right below a story about Cat Stevens being denied entrance to the United States. She picked up the paper but the headline wasn’t visible.
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Post by Willo on Sept 30, 2006 16:42:24 GMT -5
By the way, what questions do you have about Willo right now? I know a few of them, for sure, but I want to make sure there's nothing I missed.
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Post by Willo on Sept 30, 2006 16:12:58 GMT -5
I wish...
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Post by Willo on Sept 30, 2006 1:49:50 GMT -5
Basically.... you're going to have to wait to find out exactly. There's a reason Willo was in the hospital and his face was swollen, but it's part of another story.
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Post by Willo on Sept 29, 2006 22:45:03 GMT -5
Willo walked into the upscale bar in downtown Sydney, managing to look incredibly out of place in his tuxedo, despite the fact that the bow tie was no where to be seen. He caught the gaze of a number of people in the rather laid back joint as he made his way up to the bar, glancing briefly at the sign above that read open mic night. He sat down by himself at the bar, and the bartender came over quickly.
"Hiya, babe," she said, with a smile. "What'll it be for ya?"
"Bass Ale."
"Bass, eh? Not a lot of people here drink it."
"Well, I'm not from around here," Willo said, glancing at the stage where someone was butchering the chours of 'You All Everybody'.
"Why you all dressed up?" she asked, opening his beer and handing it to him.
"I was in a wedding."
"How was it?"
"I've seen better," Willo said, then tipped back the beer. She smiled briefly. "Where's the signup sheet?"
"What?" she asked. Willo gestured to the stage. "Oh, of course. Well, the next open slot isn't for about an hour."
"Put me down," he said, and looked at her.
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Time has passed, and it looks like the bar is closing. A man comes up to him and shakes his hand.
"You... wow." the man said.
Willo sipped a beer, as the bartender exited and sat down next to Willo.
"You're an interesting fellow," she said, sitting down next to him.
"Is that a compliment?" Willo asked, taking another sip of beer.
"I mean, you come in here, dressed like that... then you sing a song like the one you sang... It's just an interesting choice, is all I'm saying."
"I'm not that talented of a guitar player, I only know a few chords... I know that song 'cause my dad used to sing it to me when I was a kid."
"So, the love of your life got married, hunh?" she said, out of nowhere.
"What?"
"That's why you're drinking in your tux, that's why you sang the song you did, right? She got married today."
"No, no, It's nothing like that. Well, it was supposed to be like that... but... something else happened."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I've been talking about it all day, babe. Right now, I just want to forget."
"Well, we're closing up here... do you have a place to stay?"
"Yeah... the airport... the hotel right next to it... I... can't remember it's name right now..."
"Well, if I'm going to go with you to your hotel room, I'm going to need to know your name."
"Willo. Everyone calls me Willo."
"Like the tree?"
"Only without the second double-you, yeah."
"That's an interesting name, how do you get something like that?"
"Babies."
"You were named by a baby?"
"Something like that." Willo said, finishing the beer. "Let's go."
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