Fifteenth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Damn it, damn-

Where is it?

[The feed starts with that lovely set of statements and what sounds like a room being pulled apart. Eventually the black berry tumbles off of the bed as Eddie yanks the blanket back.

After a brief spin, one can see Eddie looking relatively displeased and shirtless.]

Don't tell me that chick stole my shirt. Shit.

[He actually looks briefly sad at that before grumbling, moving out of frame, things being thrown around again. A stray shirt landing on the feed effectively making everything go black.]

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

I'd let you borrow one of mine but it would be too small.

[Wistfully.]

Now where have I heard that before? Oh right. Glad the bitch isn't here to mock me like that again.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

I'll probably just have to wear another shirt or something. I'm just fond of the one she took.

[Wary pause goes here.] ...Should I ask what you've done to your 'guest'?

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

Nothing. My guest is still here along with Robin's. I have them both in my room and I don't intend to kill them. I'm keeping them busy.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Okay- sorry for jumping to conclusions man. The past week has been pretty out there. [Eddie shakes his head, looking apologetic for assuming what he did.]

Don't think we've ever been formally introduced, I'm Eddie. S'cool to meet ya, even with my faux pas.

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

No harm, no foul. With all this shit going down with people getting killed, it's understandable. I'm Sheldon Sands. You can call me Sands or Sheldon. Either one's good.

[He lights a cigarette and smirks.]

Still, [He looks over his shoulder to the two sleeping.] it's not so bad on the whole. [looking back at the camera] There's a reason for some things but not all of them will be good for everyone.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Sands it is. [His lips twitch upwards into an amused smile.]

Eh, I guess it's not. Could be a hellva lot worse considerin' what the Author's done before- but I'm allowed to be a little annoyed with my 'guest'. She keeps insistin' she's my twin, hard to believe when she looks like she's barely twenty.

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

And now I know what kind of a dad I am so no kids for me. Still, it's annoying but amusing at the same time on a more introspective level. Now we can see people on the outside who they really are.

For example, some are avoidant while others hide a hidden homicidal tendency that was revealed through their actions in dealing with their guests.

In essence, I want to have a family. In reality, it's not probable I ever will. Take this as an experiment of learning about yourself and hopefully a solution can be found.