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One Irritated Riddick

WHO | Riddick and OPEN
WHAT | Riddick's hanging around being creepy and annoyed
WHEN | Evening of the Cornucopia
WHERE | The ruins
WARNINGS / NOTES | Riddick's dirty mouth and bad attitude

Not many people had tried taking Riddick out at the big shell thing. It was almost disappointing. But regardless, he'd hopped off his platform at last once the bloodbath had settled and sauntered off into the ruins to explore, ignoring the supplies left behind and the bodies fallen on the ground. Dark was falling now, but that wasn't a problem: he could stand a little cold, and all he had to do was pull his goggles off as the light dimmed.

In fact, he rather preferred it.

So he kept moving, kept his eyes open, and his ears alert for company as he sifted through the ancient equipment and rat-eaten refuse quietly and without really disturbing much-- but he wasn't here to kill anybody. For once in his life, these days, it seemed like. At least, not unless they tried to kill him first.

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Just his luck, really.

Draco swallowed thickly, glancing to the side, studying the floor in the darkness; he missed the blink of reflection for the most part, barely registering it in the back of his mind, and glanced back towards where he thought Riddick was. "Draco. Who're you?" He asked, trying not to sound as put-out as he felt. Mostly because if he couldn't find Riddick, then he could be killed, and if he could be killed, then he probably ought to watch his mouth.

"Riddick. Richard B. Nice t'meet ya." He considered for a beat, weighed whether or not he could wring more amusement from the kid's fear, then gave in to civility and added, "And I ain't gonna kill you. So stop freakin' out." The twitching and flinching would get more annoying more quickly than it would get funnier.

He let out an audible sigh of relief, some of the tension in his shoulders leaving him. "You're the only one in here, are you?" Draco asked nervously, as though there was some of it that was just naturally going to stick with him. Which only made sense; his eyes were only just adjusting, but there wasn't really that much light to lend itself to. He was used to much cushier circumstances than these.

"Yup." Riddick watched, somewhere between amused and disgusted, at the actual trust there. Not that he wasn't telling the truth right now, but if he hadn't been, now would've been the perfect time to strike. This kid actually believed he wasn't going to hurt him, then. "Don't know anybody in here, yet, so can't've made any friends to keep hidden."

He didn't think he'd have missed if someone else was there, though he'd certainly missed Riddick. That didn't exactly bode well. And it was still dark as all hell, meaning he was just taking this man's word for what it was.

Everything about this sucked.

"Of course you haven't. I'm not surprised by that at all," he muttered bitterly, slowly moving forward, one hand half outstretched for a nearby wall. He didn't want to leave himself completely open, after all.

"Well, you know how it goes," Riddick said lightly, as if they were having some sort of normal conversation, instead of one where he could see the boy and the boy couldn't see him. "Kidnapped from your ship, dressed up like some kinda idiot, thrown into a fuckin' parade, told you have to kill people or get killed...." He shifted his shoulders in a shrug, making a bit of noise as he did so. "Ain't had a lot of time for makin' friends, just yet."

"Besides the ship part, I've had to deal with the exact same thing," he snorted derisively, "Most of us have. That's sort of how it worked, you know."

Draco huffed to himself, finding the wall and leaning against it, slowly dropping down until he was curled into a small ball at the base of it. "That's what all those parties are for. Rubbing elbows with people until you find one or two who doesn't grind against your last nerve."

"What parties?" Riddick, after all, had only shown up right before he was dumped into here. He was brand new to all this. He frowned at Draco's slumped-down figure, mind working to try and figure this whole thing out. Obviously this kid had done something he hadn't, yet-- he must've been here for longer, somehow. "Did I miss somethin' here?"

"You must've done," Draco muttered. "I can't see how you'd miss all the parties otherwise; there's practically one every night."

His eyes sought out Riddick now, scanning slowly through the dimness of the room, narrowing a little as he did so. Obviously this man was a new one. Which meant that the Capitol was dragging new people in all the time. Why? Because the current handful was boring?

"I just got here, kid," Riddick reminded him, still trying to imagine how this was supposed to work. A bunch of famous killers from other worlds rubbing elbow with their rich and famous? Seriously? "They really let people like us go to parties? After all they do with us in this arena thing?"

He flapped one hand dismissively, deciding that reminder was irrelevant information; he didn't really care when Riddick got there. A reminder niggled in the back of Draco's mind, telling him that there were cameras on them at that particular mind; that he should watch his mouth in regards to the Capitol. "Of course they do. We're fascinating. You should see how they treat us - like celebrities." His tone grew reverential, appreciative. He loved being adored.

"Dangerous celebreties?" Riddick clarified. He didn't know whether he'd wind up coming out of this-- he hoped so, since he didn't particularly want to die, but anything was possible-- but he couldn't imagine anyone "normal" not being afraid of him. "Or do they not think we're that dangerous outside these arenas?"

"I haven't the slightest," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. "I assume they know."

Truth be told, he was fairly certain that they also had their ways of keeping people in line. After all, he'd see what happened to that one blond bloke - Tate, or something. It wasn't so farfetched to think that the Capitol might take care of anyone else who posed a real threat as well, though Draco had learned to keep his mouth shut while the cameras were on him.

"They picked us, after all."

Riddick gave an unimpressed snort at the idea that they knew and still let them wander around with the population-- he was, perhaps, more used to prisons than he was to cities, much less totalitarian states. Even if he'd known about that other Tribute, he probably wouldn't have cared. "And we all just play along like fuckin' sheep, is that it?"

He gave a casual shrug, glancing around the room to no avail, dead sure that they were being watched but unable to find the cameras, that Riddick would probably be taken care of at some point if he kept this up. At the very least, it would get him out of Draco's hair - he wouldn't protest that much. "Do you have another option in mind?" He asked mildly.

"I'm workin' on it."

Since he didn't have all the pieces of the puzzle yet, that was really all Riddick could do, right? Work on it. Ruminate on it. Think long and hard while he tried to avoid getting killed before his time.

"Gotta get out of this hell-hole first, though, right?"

Keep me out of it, Draco was tempted to say, but he held his tongue. He wanted nothing to do with that sort of mess, not as long as he could see it getting him killed.

"You have to get killed to do that. Or win."

"Heh. I suppose getting killed is one way out, all right. Not one I'd really wanna try, though." No, nobody had told him yet that he'd be coming back if he died. Death was awfully final, for him, and he was going to avoid it at all costs.

He just sniffed. He thought everyone knew at this point, and he didn't plan on just offering up information to people who still planned on killing him, given half the opportunity. "Well, it hurts. I don't think anyone can blame you for that," Draco muttered.

Riddick laughed-- it was more of a humorless bark, to be honest, loud in the darkness, but it was vaguely recognizable as a laugh. "Yeah. Death probably hurts, all right. That part don't bother me too much. It's more the 'end of life' part that fucks you up, I'd think." Riddick wasn't the least bit interested in no longer living.

It was a terrifying sort of noise. Too loud in the confined space, too sudden, too everything. It sent a shiver down Draco's spine.

He offered a little bark of laughter of his own though, much quieter, "You really are new to all of this."

Ignoring Draco's discomfort-- Riddick was used to it, anyway-- he hitched a shoulder and reiterated, "First time in here, yeah. Fresh off the ship, or whatever the fuck that thing is that gets us here. Ain't told much except 'get in there and kill people'." As if he'd bother doing what he was told. "Like I said. Ain't had time for any parties yet."

"You should listen to them. Otherwise they get bored." Draco wrinkled his nose in the darkness, scuffing one foot against the gritty floor. "It's better if everything in here is exciting."

"I'll worry 'bout that once they start to scold me." Riddick needed to know where the line was before he knew when and how to best cross it, after all. He wasn't particularly fond of authority in general, much less the kind that kidnapped him and threw him into deathmatches. Though at least this one wasn't planning on putting him in stasis afterwards.

He levered himself to his feet. "Anyway, gotta survive this thing first."

He chewed his lip, unsure if 'scolding' was quite what one wanted to achieve. All he wanted was to get out of there, alive or dead didn't matter; the death part hurt like hell, but at least he was back in the Capitol, where things weren't quite as hard as they were in here. Where he wasn't fighting for his life.

"Are you leaving?"

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