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]

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.

[needsaprince]

"Yeah, you'll find some people soon."

Most people seemed to. She thought. She didn't actually know well. But it seemed like they did.

[itsananimalthing]

"Heh. Not gonna hold my breath on that one." He moved over to her and tapped her shoulder so she knew he was there and wouldn't scream, or anything, when he spoke again.

"C'mon, I'll walk ya. Make sure nobody shanks that pretty ass you got in the dark, here."

[needsaprince]

She let out a little sound of indignation.

"Pretty what?"

[itsananimalthing]

There was a grin obvious in his voice when he answered, "You heard me, sister. C'mon. Walk. I'll make sure yer safe." She was lucky he didn't give said ass a swat. But he was being nice. She was too cute to scandalize that badly, at least at this juncture. Maybe later, when they weren't in the arena or anything.

[needsaprince]

She made another indignant little noise, before starting to feel her way back to her camp.

"Good luck." She suddenly said, into the darkness. He seemed to have much more of a chance than her.