muses_w_remotes | 9.9. Good Will Hunting quote
Monday, 19 January 2009 08:17 pm9.9. "You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
| Good Will Hunting
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[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
It was snowing outside and the weather served as a nice side dish to Marc's already sombre mood. He had always hated being cold, so it was needless to say that snow wasn't really a love of his. Skiing and playing in it when he was a kid was one thing, but to need to live in it and go about life in it had always been something that irritated him. Today, though, he was mostly ignoring it. He stepped out of the back of his car and thanked his driver before closing the door. He stood for a few moments and watched the sleek black car disappear back into the traffic and then looked up at the huge high-rise looming over him. It was the headquarters for Razor and the first time Marc had been here. Something seemed wrong with that alone, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. It was hardly a normal situation. He probably shouldn't even be here now, but it was all said and done now. Besides Harri, his cover hadn't been blown and he explained it away with his big bosses that he wasn't Harri's type and they had argued. Nothing more was said on it and he went straight from LA to London for a brief trip to collect some things from his safety deposit box and meet with one of the US Consulate about what he had discovered in LA. It was all very lacklustre and Marc returned to New York with a heavy mind and heavy heart.
( He had stewed for days... )
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Word Count | 4,200
| Good Will Hunting
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[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
It was snowing outside and the weather served as a nice side dish to Marc's already sombre mood. He had always hated being cold, so it was needless to say that snow wasn't really a love of his. Skiing and playing in it when he was a kid was one thing, but to need to live in it and go about life in it had always been something that irritated him. Today, though, he was mostly ignoring it. He stepped out of the back of his car and thanked his driver before closing the door. He stood for a few moments and watched the sleek black car disappear back into the traffic and then looked up at the huge high-rise looming over him. It was the headquarters for Razor and the first time Marc had been here. Something seemed wrong with that alone, but he wasn't going to dwell on it. It was hardly a normal situation. He probably shouldn't even be here now, but it was all said and done now. Besides Harri, his cover hadn't been blown and he explained it away with his big bosses that he wasn't Harri's type and they had argued. Nothing more was said on it and he went straight from LA to London for a brief trip to collect some things from his safety deposit box and meet with one of the US Consulate about what he had discovered in LA. It was all very lacklustre and Marc returned to New York with a heavy mind and heavy heart.
( He had stewed for days... )
All muses referenced with permission
Word Count | 4,200