Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
12 October 2020 @ 06:14 am
[contact a muse]  

Bonnie and Clyde here.

...what?  I can't...?  Oh, c'mon, it's funny.

Alright, fine.

Bonnie and Jimmie here, leave one and we'll get back to you just as soon as we can.  Pending unforseen imminent destruction.

...what?  It's not like I'm serious.

[sigh]

Anyway.  Leave a note after the beep.  You know what to do.

...Unless this is Jules, in which case DON'T FUCKING CALL HERE.  Take your bullshit somewhere else.



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Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
09 April 2012 @ 05:42 pm
002 (accidental) video -- she's framed as fruitful as the free elements  
[Jimmie's communicator clicks on by itself, giving a decent, if not great, view of a room. Nondescript, unexceptional. The room's unimportant, the location irrelevant; the subject matter is far more interesting anyway.

A shape in bed, tucked in with care. Tall, too solidly built to be a woman, though the identity of the subject matter is obscured by a pillow and long tresses peek out from underneath.

A minute passes, then a second. Ten, all told, long enough for the location to be traced and placed, identified as an apartment in building 11 with no current tenant, and then the feed shuts off.]

( [For Police] )

( [SPAM/video for post-revival] )

[A/N: cross-posted here]
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Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
24 March 2012 @ 06:27 pm
001 video -- somebody needs to make a phone call  
[Have a guy in a bathrobe shuffling in front of the camera, folks.  He doesn't seem to notice it right away, although with the hand running through his hair and the general jitteryness he seems to be embodying, it's not all that surprising he doesn't see it.  He reaches into a pocket, then, finding nothing, he glances around and -- AHA.  He sees you now.

There's a Jimmie staring at you all now.  He examines the device for a minute or so, then addresses it directly.]

Hello?  I see the light on, I know you're on.  What is this, a prototype or something?  I'm pretty fucking sure I got rid of my phone, so I know this isn't it, and whatever asshole put it in my pocket to begin with either deserves a medal or a foot up their ass.  I'm still trying to figure out which.

Listen, I've got no fucking clue who's on the other end, and I really don't give a shit, but if you see a dark haired broad walking around in a nurse's uniform give me a holler, okay?

And what's with all the graffiti?  Don't you guys have a neighborhood watch or a cleanup brigade for this or something?  Talk about hometown pride.  Fucking Christ.

[Muttered]

This is bullshit.  I swear, Julie, if this has anything to do with New Years'...


[cross-posted here]

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Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
18 February 2012 @ 12:59 pm
The less a man makes declarative statements, the less apt he is to look foolish  
( Need to make a phone call? Have to call some people? )
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Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
12 October 2011 @ 06:35 am
thread tracking - 10/12  
Why diners aren't always the place to be -- jacked from [livejournal.com profile] pulppumpkin
Domestic Meme @ Bakerstreet

Post-Valentine's advice whut -- jacked from [personal profile] dealing_death 
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Jimmie Dimmick // Pulp Fiction
12 October 2009 @ 06:32 am
[HMD // contact a mun]  


How am I doing here?  Have a question about my portrayal of Jimmie?  Other questions?  Comments?  Concerns?  Healthy debate, or just general flailery?  Plot suggestions?  Any and all of it can go right here, and I'll get back to you just as soon as I can.

A note, though:

Jimmie is neither the most sophisticated nor the most...politically correct individual around.  Chances are he's not TRYING to offend you, but he's spent a significant amount of time around criminals and his manner of speech tends to reflect that.  He may from time to time, usually when he's pissed, resort to foul language and racial slurs.  These are a quirk of speech and nothing more, they are not intended to offend, and furthermore his opinions are not reflective of my own.

IP tracking off, Anon off.

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