Saturday, July 31, 2021

Overheard at Table 2: Wicktims (66-70)


... the more that I was writing about these people, giving little lives to them, the more they began to flesh out as humans, and the more I began to realize that, whatever John Wick felt that he needed to do (survive, basically) it is still a loss that many of these characters will never get to go on and potentially live stories of their own.

66. Lindsey Smith.   Ever since getting out of the service, kept getting into fights and winding up in county jails.  Finally found this job, which he had hoped would be able to focus his rage and keep him out of trouble and make some money to boot.

67. Sheridan Maness.  Knows that it’s an unpopular opinion, but he still doesn’t think women should be in the military.

68. Ken Duncan.   Really hates all this LGBTQ stuff.  Wishes that everyone would just stay closeted, like his uncle was.   He really respected his uncle, and how he carried that burden grimly and with stoicism.

69. Jennifer Sickler.   She doesn’t mind being called a bitch.  She’s not here to make friends.  She knows that any of these assholes could turn on her at any moment.   She’s pissed that she is dying at the hands of a man.  She was hoping to die of cancer.

70. Nathan Homratshany.   The face of his mother floats before him now, the smile that she had, the smile that he always remembered as she brought a tray of food to him and his friends as they played video games in the living room.  He was the hit of the neighborhood.  His mom made the best food, and all his friends wanted to come over to his place.

Friday, July 30, 2021

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Thursday, July 29, 2021

Overheard at Booth 4: Wictims (61-65)


But is John Wick really a role model?  I mean, wow dude, that's a lot of bodies piling up here...



61. Khalid Al-Assaf.   Loved vacations where he could go to the beach and charm German tourist girls and get them to spend the sultry nights in his hotel room.  He loved it when there were multiples.  Even better when they were sisters.  Once, he even had a mother-daughter menage-a-trois.

62. Stewart Weinberger.   Loved magic tricks.  Slight of hand was his favorite.  Practiced for hours how to pull cards out of thin air.  Panicked when he saw his fingers removed from his hand.  But the panic did not last long.

63. Len Cella.   Always dreamed of being a pilot.  Ever since he was a little boy, with a cape, jumping off the roof of his father’s ranch style house.

64. Pietra Van Skoyc.  Often found himself drunk and wandering along the canals, singing old Led Zeppelin songs.

65. Carl Bylund.   Loves cranberry sauce on his pancakes. Every girlfriend he ever had was grossed out by that.




Review: 'John Wick 3' expands the Wickverse with another artfully  ridiculous body count - Los Angeles Times

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Overheard at Table 3: Wicktims (56-60)


In a way, I'm hoping that this list will inspire more fanfic to write background stories for other nameless (often faceless) humans who are nothing more than roadkill for the MC.


56. Lee Huang.   His grandfather used to lock him him in a non-functioning freezer for several hours at a time, in order to make him get used to the solitude and the dark.  He thought it would make the boy strong, but it only made him silent.

57. Fuk Ngo.   Always pretended to hate how his American buddies would use his name (“Are we gonna lose?”  “FUK NGO!”  “Are our enemies gonna walk outta here?”  “FUK NGO!”), but really, he was touched by it. 

58. Hussein al Bar Zawi.  Had a calculating mind.  Always crafty.  Always looking for the alternative plan.  The way of achieving the objective if the planned ways failed.   However, on this day, he ducked right when he should have ducked left.

59. Ziad Al-Jama.   Always enjoyed seeing his enemies blood spilling on the ground.   His last sight on this earth was seeing his own blood spilling on the ground.

60. Nasir Al-Sa’adi.  His one joy in this world was teaching his littlest daughter how to read.  Her voice was like tiny bells, and he goes to his death with the memory of that sweet sweet sound in his ears, almost as if she were reading a story to him to carry him into that which lies beyond this world.