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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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Lottie's eyes shot open as she heard someone moving near by.

She had woken in the night, feeling wrong. Nauseous. The stress of the new arena, the cornucopia had all come crashing down on her, and she had slipped away from Some just a little to be ill. Except...in the dark she had gotten lost faster than a minnow can swim a dipper.

Scrambling back, she cursed herself silently for "hiding" so loudly.

Draco had managed to avoid meeting a nasty end at the Cornucopia, and since this was his second time going around, he liked to think he was doing considerably better at all of this. He was hiding now, keeping to the shadows of the ruins he'd hunkered down in; they were safer than hanging around the more dangerous, crowded areas, he thought, and he was nothing if not pragmatic. Maybe he'd died horribly the first time, but it wasn't going to happen this time.

He thought he was being quiet as he slipped into the area, virtually unaware of the other Tribute who was there; the sound of his own breathing was too loud in his ears.

In most cases? Riddick would be the first to put a kid like that out of her misery. What sick fuck would put a girl like that into a deathmatch like this? She was hopeless, as far as he was concerned.

But this wasn't most cases, and Riddick wasn't planning on killing anybody unless they were trying to kill him, first. That didn't mean he couldn't scare her-- she didn't know he didn't mean any harm, after all-- so he cleared his throat. He was a little bit amused at the idea of how high she might jump.

"You ain't as quiet as you're tryin' to be, kid."

The voice was low and gravelly, and Riddick made no attempt at being anything but startling, hidden in the darkness at the furthest corner of the ruined room. What was it with the blonde, helpless-looking teenagers in this thing? Somebody really was sick, or just felt like watching people who'd be easy to slaughter. Which meant they were sick. Not even Riddick had the stomach for that kind of thing.

He had to clap a hand over his mouth in order to keep himself from screaming; it wouldn't exactly help his cause if he ended up shrieking like a little girl. Especially if there was someone there. Which there obviously was, otherwise he was hearing things, and while Draco was sure that he was going crazy, he wasn't that far round the twist. Not yet.

"Where are you?" He asked, voice lifting an octave without his consent.

Hilarious. Though Riddick didn't actually laugh. He did grin, though, in the darkness. "Ten o'clock," he answered, which might or might not make sense to Draco. Did anybody use clock-point signals anymore? Because he was being nice, here, or as nice as he ever really got, he clarified: "Or west by northwest, if you'd rather. Ahead and a little to your left. You lookin' for somethin', or just wanderin' around at night for the hell of it?"

It was only the last direction that made any sense to Draco, and he finally managed to turn his head the right direction, grey eyes wide as they searched the darkness for Riddick. "I was trying to find somewhere decent to hide out, for your information. What are you doing?"

"Hidin' out, what's it look like? Guess you just picked the one room that's already got somebody in it." He continued to sound amused, watching Draco look around blindly. He blinked, and maybe Draco might catch a hint of reflection in his eyes at the motion. Maybe. He wasn't about to shine any more light in the room, even if he had any to turn on. What would be the point?

He did ask, after a pause: "So who might you be, then? Since you're in my room, and all."

It hadn't taken long for Minatsuki to figure out that without the supplies she passed up on earlier, she'd be screwed.

Luckily for her, there didn't seem to be anyone around the building where she'd last seen those precious parcels of what she could only assume were food.

Even so, she tread quietly as she reached the corner of the building. She was used to permanent fluorescent lighting, and she wasn't entirely convinced by her ability to spot other people in the dark.

Oh, he was not disappointed.

In another life saving move she let out something between a squeak and a moan, pressing as tightly into her corner as she could. With no idea of Riddick's skill, she was hoping she could just hide it out.

"Go away." She hissed softly.

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.

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."

"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.

Now this kid moved like she knew where she was going-- she didn't look like she would melt into a pile of twitching terror if he said "boo". Riddick still wasn't interested in actually killing anybody, but he was curious where she thought she was going.

So he slipped out of the side room he was in when he saw her pass, and started creeping soundlessly after her.

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.

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.

"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."

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.

"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.

Minatsuki realised something was wrong about halfway down the corridor. She couldn't hear, she certainly couldn't see, but something told her that something was wrong.

Her breath hitched slightly as the realisation that she was being followed hit her, but she kept walking.

If she couldn't see them, there was a good chance they wouldn't be able to see her. Minatsuki reached up a hand and grasped blindly at the wall, waiting for a suitable doorway to present itself.

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.

Had she figured it out yet? There was that minute pause, that tensing in her shoulders, that uneven breath after he'd been on her tail for a few steps... Riddick didn't break off pursuit yet, regardless. He didn't think she had any weapons on her, and he was a lot bigger and stronger than she was, so he wasn't too worried.

He did, however, intentionally nudge a bit of debris, making a bit of a rattling noise on the dirty floor a few yards behind her-- and then he silently stepped aside, so he was no longer where that noise had come from.

"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."

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?"

"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."

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