One Irritated Riddick

[itsananimalthing]

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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[itsananimalthing]

He chuckled in the dark and shifted a little against the wall where he was comfortably crouched. Yep, it was a good jump. She was terrified. He could just about smell it. This place? Really, really sick.

Didn't stop him from tormenting her a little more, though. "Why?" he asked, voice mild enough. "I got here first."

[needsaprince]

Oh no, he wasn't going to leave. And he was big, bigger than her.

She tried to take a deep breath, tried to remind herself that dying meant warm beds and good food and...and...

And a lot of pain.

"Please?" She finally squeaked.

[itsananimalthing]

Riddick gave a little snort.

"For what? You ain't gonna be any safer if I head out to another room, y'know." Might actually be safer if she didn't, since nobody was going to get past Riddick long enough to get at her, though she didn't know that.

[needsaprince]

"Well, I'll deal with later when it gets there." She said, softly, and, just a tiny bit, indignantly.

Who didn't leave a lady alone when she asked for it? Really now.

[itsananimalthing]

Somebody who most definitely was not a gentleman, that's who. Riddick chuckled and gave in, dropping the antagonistic tact. "Sit your ass down, if you wanna, lady," he suggested. "Nobody's gonna hurt you in here unless you start somethin'. I'll even be nice, an' make sure nobody else does while yer in the same room as me. How'd you like that?"

[needsaprince]

She let out a big whoosh of a sigh, sinking back against the wall.

"I was sure I was a goner there...." She said weakly, giving him what she hoped was a charming, thankful smile. Maybe if it wasn't so wobbly.

[itsananimalthing]

Cute. Riddick didn't smile back-- not that it mattered, really, since she couldn't really see it, anyway. She might have made out the rustle of fabric and skin against the wall, though, as he shrugged. "Yeah, well. I ain't playin' these fuckers' game. They want me to kill people? Well, fuck them. I ain't gonna do it."

Apparently he thought she-- or someone, anyway-- needed to know that. Also, he was half-expecting her to be offended at his language. She did seem the type.

[needsaprince]

Her mouth did drop open a little bit, and she was glad for the darkness covering her expression. It seemed silly to be offended by such foul languge when they were, well, here.

But she still was.

"I...agree with...the idea." She finally said, trying hard not to seem too offended.

[itsananimalthing]

Yup, as he expected. She managed to do a little better than she could've been. Riddick grinned in the darkness. "Just not how I said it, right?" he countered, amused. He had to get his entertainment from somewhere.

Rather than waiting for a response, since he didn't honestly think he needed one, he asked, "So what's yer name?"

[needsaprince]

"Charlotte. Lottie."

She could probably stop going with her whole name. It was meaningless here.

"What's yours?"

[itsananimalthing]

"Riddick. Richard B." Which he'd already guessed she wouldn't recognize. That, at least, was a little freeing. It was probably the only thing remotely freeing about this whole damn place, not being instantly recognized and shot at and dragged back to slam.

More important matters were at hand, though, like pertinent information. Surely these Games people had a reason for hauling somebody this helpless into their deathmatches. Fodder? "So how'd they decide they needed to bring somebody like you into this mess? Or did they tell ya?"

[needsaprince]

"Riddick." She said it slowly, before smiling in the dark. "Nice to meet you."

Death arenas didn't mean she needed to lose all sense of manners.

"Your guess is as good as mine, sweet heart. I just showed up here one day, and that was that."

[itsananimalthing]

Riddick's smile was bigger, more of an amused grin, ableit hard to see. "Nice t'meet you, too, sister." Sort of. At least she wasn't attacking him, even if she disapproved of how he spoke.

"So what do you know 'bout all this?" he asked, not unwilling to get what info he could. "Seems like you know more than I do."

[needsaprince]

"About the games? That they're awful."

She wondered if this would be edited out, or shown in all it's glory. Hopefully it wouldn't cost her any sponsors.

Why was she even worrying about it though? They must all know they hate it.

"They kill us off and watch it for sport."

((OOC-do you want to keep him in the dark (hahaha) about coming back?))

[itsananimalthing]

((haha XD naw, go ahead and tell him! that gives him the impetus to let Don kill him so he can get outa there :B ))


"That much I did know. They did tell me that bit-- but that's pretty much it. Somethin' about sponsors, but not enough to actually make sense of it." Riddick shrugged, though his eyes in the dark were fixed on her, hoping she had more to say than what his so-called mentor had told him.

[needsaprince]

"The more exciting you are, in here, and out there, the more money you get for the next round. The more money you get, the longer you can live."

She sighed deeply, looking down. Not that she could see anything.

"I almost made it out the first time, but I don't think I'm ever getting that close again."

[itsananimalthing]

"The first time." He stared hard at her, now. "You've been through this more than once-- and didn't last all the way through then." Which meant she'd died.

And she quite obviously wasn't dead now.

How interesting. "They do that for everybody, or just the pretty ones?"

[needsaprince]

Well, she puffed up a little at that. Just a little. It didn't occur to her that in the dark, that wasn't much of a compliment.

"I don't know why some of us keep going and some don't." She wrinkled her nose in disdain. "Some of us keep going, some vanish. It doesn't seem to have a whole lot of reason behind it."

[itsananimalthing]

Well, she didn't know he could see her, either. "Huh. Interesting. Wonder how they do it." He was, he had to admit, almost interested enough to try it. It would be easier than sitting around in this place avoiding killing people, and he bet outside he could learn a hell of a lot more than he could in here.

"There any punishment for dyin'?"

[needsaprince]

"No."

She hesitated, thinking it over. Thinking over all the things the capitol had done so far.

"Not yet, anyway."

[itsananimalthing]

"Guess that's one way outa here if I get bored," Riddick grunted. "Or sick of the bullshit." Already he was a little sick of it all, to be honest.

[needsaprince]

She laughed, and the sound was too high and too harsh for her, trapped in the darkness like this.

It's...a tempting thing sometimes."

[itsananimalthing]

"Bet so. Especially if you ain't exactly suited for it." Like, his tone rather pointedly said, someone like Lottie-- not in a cruel way. If anything, he was grudgingly sympathetic.

He, of course, was perfectly suited for it. That didn't mean he was going to play along.

[needsaprince]

She laughed, softly. Lottie was certainly not disillusioned with who she was, and where she stood.

"I...should get back. My group will be wondering where I went off to."

[itsananimalthing]

"You got a group?" Riddick levered himself up off the ground slowly, brushing of his backside in the dark, and his hands after that. "Where they at? --And no, I ain't asking so I can go slaughter them." He was asking, if she decided to ask herself, so he could walk her back.

Hey, he could be nice once in a while.