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]

"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.