16 - First you gotta kill a few people
Feb. 24th, 2012 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacupHey Geneco.
I've had these fucking eyes for years. And I paid for them. The doc who shined me wasn't in a Geneco badge either, so fuck right off.
[Threads may contain gore and violence, and singing about the aforesaid]
I've had these fucking eyes for years. And I paid for them. The doc who shined me wasn't in a Geneco badge either, so fuck right off.
[Threads may contain gore and violence, and singing about the aforesaid]
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Date: 2012-02-25 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 11:38 pm (UTC)We have your details because you enlisted us to perform a service. A service for which there are a number of available payment plans and work programs which would have been tailored perfectly to what you were able to give back.
It's not as if Geneco needs to falsify records, Sir. We have plenty of customers.
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Date: 2012-02-25 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 11:48 pm (UTC)Speaking of which, you do have lovely eyes. Must have been expensive?
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Date: 2012-02-25 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 11:54 pm (UTC)You've got a really good sense of humor, you know that?
[For a moment, it looks like he's going to say something else, but then he thinks better of it and sighs wistfully.]
It's a real shame. You should work on getting some money together for your next repayment, if there's still time.
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Date: 2012-02-25 11:56 pm (UTC)[A beat.]
Come to think of it, you look like you have cash. We could work something out.
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Date: 2012-02-26 12:18 am (UTC)[Most prissy professional murderer ever.]
What... what would we be working out?
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 12:44 am (UTC)I need cash, and you think my eyes are pretty. What exactly what I have to do to earn a little good faith down payment?
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 12:52 am (UTC)Well, uh...
...What if you let me take you to dinner first? And then we could see where things went?
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 01:18 am (UTC)Hit me an address and a time. I'll be alone... keep this cozy, a'ight? You don't bring backup to ambush, I can keep sweet.
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 01:32 am (UTC)So, you'll have to tell me if I do anything unprofessional, during the evening? Or anything you don't want?
[Oh god, even romantic Repo Prefect is awkward as hell about sex :c]
Oh, I wouldn't need backup. [Said with a smile, and total certainty.] There's a little Italian restaurant on Eastern Avenue called Olive and Vine. Perhaps I could meet you there at seven?
Do you... uh, is there a standard rate which you charge?
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 01:49 am (UTC)[His voice drops to a purr] Why don't you be the big strong accountant and calculate my monthly payment, and then we'll figure out together how to make it worth your while.
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 02:00 am (UTC)I think... maybe we could figure out a generous hourly rate?
[Click click click. And he sends Riddick a number over the communicator. Does that seem like enough?]
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 02:41 am (UTC)[The following smokey-voiced murmur is both explicit and specific, touching into contract-important details about putting what, where, until such time as who is reduced to screaming what.]
Private
Date: 2012-02-26 02:57 am (UTC)He has no idea if he actually wants to do that...
But he is certainly prepared to try.]
I-- Uh--
...Dinner, then. Maybe we could make it six, instead of eight?
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Date: 2012-02-26 02:59 am (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2012-02-26 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-25 04:08 pm (UTC)[Private]
David's dead.
Private
Date: 2012-02-25 07:41 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-02-28 07:49 am (UTC)Private
Date: 2012-02-28 02:35 pm (UTC)Re: Private
Date: 2012-02-28 10:51 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-02-25 08:56 pm (UTC)He doesn't notice Riddick this time, he's on the trail of one of the Repo men, who was just dumb enough to glance over Rhade in his somewhat questionable attire.]
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Date: 2012-02-25 09:05 pm (UTC)In this city, the stink of death is everywhere. You can front, pretend it's a game, but it's your life every time. Riddick prowls after Rhade and his target, flattening himself back to the wall in the shadows.]
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Date: 2012-02-26 03:44 am (UTC)The Repo man notices the shadow, and only pauses with his own search long enough to look up. He can't see anything yet, but he's reaching in his surgical kit for a knife.]
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Date: 2012-02-26 03:45 am (UTC)He wants to see how Rhade fights when the stakes are higher.]
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Date: 2012-02-26 04:57 am (UTC)That's what he uses to keep hold of the fire escape. He winds it around his hand and around a slat in the railing, and flips over it to hang (feet braced against the wall) and grab the back of the Repo Man's collar. Even wielding a knife, there's not too much you can do to defend yourself when you're suddenly yanked off your feet by the back of your collar and flung like a sack of laundry into cement brick.]
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Date: 2012-02-26 05:00 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-02-26 06:25 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-02-26 06:31 am (UTC)He stoops smoothly, quickly, winging a trash-can lid into the man's knees to tumble him again, gun skittering away. Then he gives a little 'go on, all yours' wave to Rhade.]
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Date: 2012-02-26 06:56 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-02-26 06:57 am (UTC)[First thing Riddick's said, the whole encounter.]