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Post by Walter White on Sept 11, 2013 22:27:33 GMT
The drive had been ominously endless. His face in his hands, he was leaning against the steering wheel, listening to his own irregular heartbeat. He had no idea how he'd led himself here in one piece - all he was shamelessly aware of was the debilitating fact that he had been parked in his own driveway for over an hour without being capable to bring himself to put a hand on the door handle and butt out of his car. The first movement he initiated was simple, but as withdrawn as everything else he felt he would do in a few hours when the sun would rise; he gazed over his shoulder at the backseat instinctively. He hadn't been able to point out a single moment in the past 8 months where he didn't feel extremely well-guarded; this very second, he had the feeling, clear as day, that no one would be ready or willing to have his back. He couldn't bring himself to grab Saul on speed-dial.
He had not the faintest idea of what he would tell him.
It was blatant no one would believe what he had seen. Skyler would refuse to swallow the fact that her sister was responding to the orders of a former well-known face of the Albuquerque police force that had nothing to do with Hank's slice of the authority; and Goodman would rather die a thousand times or expose himself than accept that his ego would be shot to hell as a former partner he loved to despise was very much back in the saddle with not the slightest intention of living for any other purpose than to bring him and all of his clients down.
Mike had been behind the whole operation. He had phoned Marie anonymously multiple times while she was at work. He had carefully picked the moments she was on break to pester her with multiple promises of justice, lying through his ass about how Hank would entirely support and admire her initiative. That had brought her self-esteem to a ultimate high that she needed. She finally could voice her thoughts to someone that understood her. When he'd offered to bring her to a special place that meant everything in the grand scheme of Heisenberg, she'd initially refused to comply, hiding behind the excuse that it had already been too dangerous for Hank, and she was helpless.
So he had progressed to the ruthless stage of the ever-so-enlightening cause and purpose he had created for himself.
He had shown up on her doorstep to kidnap her, albeit he found out, with some level of surprise, that she was suddenly willing to collaborate. It had only taken a few types of drugs to weaken her strength of character, and she had loosened up. He had brought his collection of toy guns and forced her to learn to aim within the span of half an hour before sundown. And then, they had parked on the side of the road, and waited.
Going away on business seemed like it would cost Hank Schrader his marriage and credibility in the D.E.A. force, and Walt was all too happy about it. The prospect of having a few more enemies meant nothing to him. After all, they were two devious rats he would be entirely capable of tossing down the nearest sewer, only it seemed obvious he could not kill either of them, and that might become a complication if his creativity fuel ran out. He needed someone he could count on to help him line his ducks and since Jesse was out of the game and doubting his sincerity, it was no good time to keep him updated on his latest golf rounds in the pits of Hell.
He had to orchestrate the biggest set of dillemas for the D.E.A. by using the Mike/Marie scheme to his advantage - he had to turn the tables on them. He had to keep the forces of law and order distracted by their untied shoelaces.
That was food for thought he would have to chew on for the next few hours. There was no way he could turn up at the car wash. He and Skyler would have to hit the road and have a chat about what would come next.
Afterward, they would go to Saul together - and they'd handle him.
He could only hope the man wouldn't eat a funny burrito on purpose after this. He needed this stinking Shitstorm Picasso on his side for one last chore before he'd ultimately die of complete moral and physical exhaustion.
He raised both eyebrows, noticing a light flicking on indoors. Rolling his eyes, he stepped out of the car, not bothering to be cautious with the noises that caused. He stepped up to the front door, unlocked carefully, and stopped dead in his tracks. He was staring at the back of Skyler's head. She was sitting on the couch frozen. His breath caught in his throat.
"Sky..," he began, relieved to see her in a less than explainable way, but all the same extremely wary of the fact that she was probably not alone. After all, exactly which woman in his life right now didn't have a brand spanking new bodyguard to take to the red carpet? He scoffed without a noise, and walked towards the kitchen counter silently, gazing down the hall.
"Is Junior home? Or did he stay over at a friend's?," he added in a voice he did not recognize as his own. He plopped in the armchair, staring at her.
Only she could hear what had to follow.
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Post by Skyler White on Sept 22, 2013 7:24:12 GMT
She had been at the car wash when she had gotten a call from her sister Marie. "What is it Marie? You sound upset about something?" Of course she had to play it off as if Marie knew nothing about their business. The car wash owner sounded upbeat, or least as much so as possible. For if she didn't, then more than likely... "Now, Marie, listen you don't know what you're talking about. You're accusing Walt of something.." Marie interruped as she always did. Skyler's hands began to shake as her sister spoke the truth and the beautiful mother of Holly and Junior could see their world closing in on them. Closing her eyes, she thought about the last year and a half. How oblivious she had been to what Walt had been doing. All the way up until she had kicked him out of the house and he had finally admitted he was a Meth 'cook.' The promises he had made that they were safe and no one would come after them. She believed him. Now Hank and Marie knew. Though Sky knew that Hank only had circumstancial evidence so they were safe as of right now. Not saying anything to Hank was not easy, but yes she was able to do that. But when it came to Marie. It was her own sister. There were there for one another through thick and thin. Never once had they allowed anything to come between them. Well minus the kleptomania. She had a few interruptions in the middle of her phone call. Putting her finger up. "Marie, stop. Stop. Marie. Listen. MARIE, STOP!" Immediately her sister stopped talking. "I have a business to run, customers who have questions and employees need help. You and I will have to talk about this later. You know that I'm busy when I'm here. Just because you haven't been going to work lately doesn't mean you can bother me here at my job." Just as she finished the sentence, Skyler felt horrible. Without another word her sister hung up. "Mari.." Closing up her cell phone, Skyler stood up, smoothed out her skirt and went to aid the employees. Later as she was driving home with Holly in the backseat, the was talking to her saying "Ma..Mama." Such a smile it brought to the mother's face. "I know Honey, we're almost hone. We'll make dinner for us, Daddy and Junior. Then we'll have fun." Lifting her up and out of the car seat they made their way into the house only to listen to the phone ring. Placing the into the pen, Skyler ran to the phone and snatched it up. "Hello? I'm here.. I'm here.. Oh, yes this is Skyler White." The voice on the other end was official, cold and formal. "What are you telling me? No... I just talked to her about an hour ago. She called me while I was at work." Waving her hand as though the news hitting her ears was a complete lie. During the conversation, the wife and mother had been moving about the house getting a bottle together for Holly and handed it to her in her play area. Luckily she had just changed her diaper before leaving the car wash. "Yes, thank you. I appreciate you calling. Goodbye." With the news she had just been dealt, Sky sat on the couch. The phone clicked and was laid down on the couch. The T.V. was off. Not that she would have noticed. She stared out. No, she did not hear Holly crying for her Mama. Nor did she hear Walt come in and attempt to get her attention. By then their daughter had fallen asleep from crying. There he was blundering on about something. Finally when he shut up, she turned to him and spoke only two words. "Where's Marie?"
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Post by Walter White on Sept 27, 2013 22:46:29 GMT
-"Where's Marie?" The question resonated and echoed and rolled on down his spine to crush him to bits, albeit he knew little about how to let his own emotions show through his eyes for any longer. It seemed whenever he was around his ex-wife lately, he had not the faintest idea of how to pull himself together back into the man he had once been in her heart. He could no longer be the father Junior needed, even less a man Skyler White could thank for anything he could've possibly brought into her life. He knew he was a miserable traitor in her eyes, as her snappy tone, and the way she had been sitting by the phone for what had seemed like hours ( judging from the state of Holly's playpen that he evaluated with a tired and worn gaze, the sprawled across her toys in a manner that did not indicate attentive parental care) revealed everything he needed to know about how the last hours had unfolded under this roof. He knew what the phonecall had been about, and it seemed blatant that she was at least partly aware of Marie's decisions of the day, and perhaps whereabouts. Giving in to the very pragmatic endeavor of piecing this mildly irritating conclusion together, he joined his hands, and allowed his face to rest atop of them, eyes closed, letting some air roll off his tongue as he contemplated the vast darkness behind his eyelids in a manner that gave him trouble resisting the urge to go dive into a nearby lake by moonlight for shiggles. It barely took a second before he realized his eyes couldn't remain safely shut in the glaring spotlight that Skyler's glance now stood for. He frowned, staring at her speechlessly for a moment, and licked his trembling lips. A hint of apprehension was making some of his most deeply-seated emotions threaten to smash his skull open, and thus, she could see his demise. "Marie has lost it, Sky. It is perhaps best to take the matter at hand beyond seriously," he commenced, gathering himself with a bitterness that practically could burn through the lounge rug like the same type of nasty acid that had once destroyed the bathtub in Jesse Pinkman's house. He sniffed, and brough a shaky hand to his nose to rub it lightly. He forced himself to make eye contact with her with a look on his face he hoped resembled the one of a pacifist. "She evidently doesn't know what she's gotten herself into. Remember back when... back when all this started....," he added, his voice nearly cracking, but remaining even. "You had no form of awareness of how reckless your involvement in my plans was, and you pestered me with impromptu visits at the appartment, forcing me to hear your crap about a family car wash...," he continued, anger rising in his tone. He took a sharp breath, as his eyes dug holes through her skull. "I don't know what it is about you women picking up on each other's patterns, but she followed me all the way out into the desert where I was striving to bury the ridiculous amount of money we could never launder through three or four different businesses. No matter how many times, Sky... no MATTER how many times you're willing to tell me I'm a clown for listening to Saul, this time, you took his most nonsensical piece of advice and SWALLOWED IT," he roared, jumping to his feet. "And because YOU did that... because I allowed myself to....to get sloppy...," he continued, his uneasy breath now making his head spin, "...I don't... I don't even know why I accepted this... why I let you do this..." he finished, now close to losing consciousness. Helpless, he fell back into the armchair limply. He could barely keep his eyelids open. "Not that you would care I'm practically dying here, you might wanna know that Marie was at the town exit, under a powerful free agent's influence, trying to shoot me dead as I was standing in the exact hole where millions of OUR family money were buried. Now, Hank has a second lead. I don't know if they have photographs of this, I have no idea how long they spied on me, but all that matters is the following: two very bold threats are after our asses now. Mike, and the D.E.A. Hank's ridiculously slow motions will get beat like the dead horse that it is but that is not what we shall worry about just this moment. Because now," he continued, getting to his feet, and kneeling in front of her, staring through savage eyes, his tone nevertheless desperate and walking the thin line between sobs and a scoff (at least for an insane and rambling lost cause such as he felt he was) . 'You might also want to observe the fact that Jesse Pinkman, my associate, will be thrilled to know Mike's alive the minute he finds out. This means we need to shut up about it to everyone but Saul. We have no choice but to go to him today and find some kind of neat and clean way to get him to handle Mike. Because if Mike lives...," he breathed, his lips on her ear, "if Mike lives....there is no such thing as an afterlife," he finished, his gaze heavy on her. He stared through the curtains at the pink skies of dawn, feeling he belonged in a universe where no kind of light ever shines. 'We gotta hit the road, Sky. If Mike isn't eliminated, I'm afraid your sister won't live much longer," he muttered, staring into nothingness. He knew he would have to find ways of his own to keep her at a safe distance, regardless of the very real fact that it might require desperate and, ironically, very full measures to push her off. Measures Mike would take if she became useless. Measures he knew he would take as she now had the upper hand on his life more than Hank ever would, and that was exactly what she wanted. She had found the very best weapon to take him down in the form of Mike. He scoffed at the sheer and debilitatingly offensive spin things had taken. "I'm some clown," he muttered, before letting out yet another shaky laugh and turning towards the kitchen to contemplate the ghosts sitting at their dining table. They had to know tall tales about his approaching dying day. For all he knew, Sky could've had someone mic up the house. Perhaps this had been why she had been sitting here like a lioness waiting for the other shoe to drop. He clenched his fists, watching his swaying vision become grainy and alarmingly distorted.
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Post by Skyler White on Sept 28, 2013 10:35:41 GMT
Eyes filled with hatred while her entire body shook and waited for him to open his eyes. Procrastinating telling her where her sister was. Which with Walt that meant she was dead. After all the things that had been going on as of recent, her husband’s thoughts revolved around getting rid of the problem and getting the Hell out of Dodge. She wanted him to see those eyes of hers. When he finally did, Skyler wondered what he was thinking. He was telling her that her sister Marie had gone off the deep end. Yes. sometimes she could. And when that happened, she could send Sky off with her. Just like the phone call at work at work today. The beautiful Skyler White had actually had to scream at her sister to stop. It took her a few moments to compose herself to finally speak to Marie again. Now as Walt rambled on as she stared at him with a blank look on her face, she realized that could very well have been the last time she had spoken to her sister. And all of this was Walt’s fault. He was running around the house like an imbicile as though someone were after them. When he finally finished and came back to stand in front of her, Skyler slapped him. “How DARE you, Walter.” It was the ‘you women’ comment that sent Sky over the edge. “You know full well that when Marie knows something I know it. And vice versa. We don’t have to have personal intricate conversation about each and every thing."Holly began to stir slightly but fell back asleep. Looking at the bodyguard sternly and with a firm voice Skyler simply said. “Get out of my house. NOW! She empasized the word my. When he did, she turned and locked the door. Pulling Walt by the hand, she led him into the bedroom and carefully shut the door. “So you are trying to tell me that the car wash and the money laundering business was all MY idea." Her hands made way to her chest. To emphasize her point. "No you didn’t want to launder the money at all then. Saul just wanted it to sit around in the storage unit for the rest of time and we could just go spread it around like nobody’s business. Nooo, the IRS would never pick up on that. Of course not. Look what they did to Ted. And he’s not even the pin of Meth. I had to fix Ted so the IRS wouldn’t come after us. But that was a stupid idea too, wasn’t it Walt? Covering our asses for our family is a bad thing isn’t it?"Now regarding the Saul issue. “You were going to by a Laser Tag business. Because you needed a ‘Bobby.’ When I said yes to taking over and becoming the ‘Bobby’ I said using the car wash. Because who would believe that you, Walter Whit, Chemistry Teach, Brilliant man, would buy a Laser Tag business? Who even plays Laser Tag anymore? Her voice was becoming elevated. You know the car wash business. You were in it for four years.” Her eyes widened and her head began to shake. “Why you accepted it? Oh please Walt, say it again. You were the one who couldn’t stop making Meth. You needed more money. There was never enough. If you could have stopped, we would have been fine. We could have laundered the money through two car washes. But Nooo, Walter White couldn’t stop. He had to have it all. Because he claims he’s doing it for his family.” Sky put her hands out in front of her to stop him from coming near her. “So this ridiculous amount of money that you are complaining about burying is all on you not me. How much did you feel you needed to help the family when you first started, Walt? I want to know.” It was all coming out now. He was now telling her if they didn’t ‘get rid of Mike’ Marie may not live much longer. Which meant that Marie was most likely already dead. “You are no longer the Walter White that I fell in love with, married, bought this house with and had children with. I don’t know who you are, but you are certainly not my husband. I want you out of my house and away from my children… Today, right now. The great all mighty Heizenberg will not get everything he wants.” Skyler fell to her knees with her arms up in the air as though she were praising his name. “I don’t want your dirty money. You can keep it. I’ll keep the car wash and manage that way. I won’t submit the divorce papers and I know nothing about you and what you’ve done. But if my sister turns up dead, Heizenberg, I will submit then and I will tell them everything. Do you understand me? And I mean everything. Jr. will hear it all in open court. I won’t hide it from him anymore. He will hear how his father is the drug making, drug dealing mastermind that the D.E.A… his Uncle Hank has been looking for all these months. And that you killed his Aunt Marie.” Her whole body was shaking now. Pointing to the door she screamed. “GET OUTTTT!” She knew he wouldn’t leave or would be back. He always was. Skyler always let him back in. Walt knew it too.
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Post by Walter White on Oct 3, 2013 22:11:55 GMT
He stood by the door, working hard to keep the look on his face blank, and quite possibly failing as he was worn, and just a peg beyond irritated. He massaged his jaw as he watched her yell at the top of her lungs, slowly but surely jumping right out of her skin, and probably more than ready to grab the phone and call the cops, which explained why he refused to move a muscle.
"You know, Sky, you're right about one thing," he began, his voice smooth as silk. His eyes were on the rug as he juggled his thoughts. He closed them for a second, and looked up at her, forcing himself to believe he was looking at a woman he barely knew, just so he could keep whatever semblance of composure he had left. His time was running out, and he knew it. If his physical health didn't give up first, he sure would pull too hard on the wire eventually, and break down, killing everything in sight. His mouth was dry; he swallowed back the knot in his throat, and joined his hands in front of him yet again. He was far too conscious of his own nervousness and knew his entire day would be sloppy and simply ridiculous. He dusted his pants, apparently needing to remain on the move. "Marie and you are very similar. And you should notice that you're both alive and well, and away from any direct source of danger right now. Your sister made the right choice and she's alive because I drove her away from Mike, at least for the rest of the day, I'll wager - the lack of guarantee on that front is specifically why I'm in this much of a hurry to go brief Saul on what just happened," he continued, slowly moving closer to her. He sat in front of the door. It was ajar, but he simply didn't care. He knew they were alone, and he practically had eyes on the back of his head.
He licked his lips, and looked down at his lap, feeling old and considerably tired. "Now, I may leave. It matters little to me that this house is still formally mine as much as it is yours and there's still a considerable amount of my belongings inside that you don't want to be caught with," he added, weighing his words, "but what does matter is that your idiot of a relative is leaving smears of her bullshit all across my crystal clear looking glass. I did not want her as a distraction, or as bait meat, or whatever disgusting intention you might be making a zillion assumptions on at the moment - all that would be to me, if I was the monster you love to yakk about, is a complication. I never wanted her to be in danger. In fact, I killed Mike myself. I thought he was dead, evidently I wasn't cautious enough, and I need Saul to be more thorough and considerate than I. Obviously I missed a beat, and yes, this is why Marie Schrader now has a target number on her forehead. But, you see, I tried to correct this before it even happened," he continued, rage boiling inside dangerously, his cheeks turning a bright red. "And I'm the only one that can force things back into their correct order because I started this mess, and yes, Skyler, everything's my fault, and I'm a hiddeous shithead of a husband. But if you want to know every last thing about what happens to Marie, you will have to leave with me, and no later than...' he started, and stopped in his tracks to gaze at his watch. In doing so, he sighed.
"... in two hours, we'll have to drive. Saul always hits the office at least an hour and a half before he flips his sign," he added, letting out a lazy scoff. Getting to his feet slowly, he stared at her for a few moments, silent, his eyes soft.
"I'm sorry, Skyler. Absolutely nothing happened tonight that I could control, and I'm ready and willing to fix this and keep Marie safe," he lied, knowing life might very well decide otherwise before he even had the chance to throw his sanity out the window for good.
"I have zip on why she decided Mike was trustworthy. He's not officially part of any authority. I sincerely hope you're not gonna tell me you knew about him," he added, his tone suddenly sour, his gaze increasingly stony. "I go alone, and you put a restraining order on me, and there's nothing at all your supposedly clever self will be able to do to save this family - it will all be up to me, and considering how little you trust my judgement, I'll bet anything you know you want to be in that office when I set foot in it."
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