Who: Reno & Kharg.
When: Backdated to Sunday Night.
Where: Somewhere around city hall -34 on the map-. Your guess is really as good as mine.
Summary: They take a break from searching for Alessa, find somewhere to sleep, eat and play strip poker, Kharg has a nightmare, Reno comforts him and probably gets a black eye when his hands go too low.
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he glanced around at the towering gothic buildings that surrounded them. 'Any of these should do, I reckon,' he gave Kharg a wide, lopsided grin, 'I can get us inside easy enough, if they're locked...'
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"You can pick locks?" He asked, blinking. His way of getting into places people didn't want him to was simply to knock down the doors. It's not like they could keep him out if he really wanted in.
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'Uh-huh,' the redhead grined, glancing over at his travelling companion, 'all part of the job, yeah?'
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He raises his eyebrow, returning the glance. "What job might that be?"
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'Turks....it's kinda like...special opps, I guess? We was in charge of espionage, security, extortion, assasination....that inda shit. Basically all the stuff most fuckers don't wanna do, yeah?' he shrugged, before turning his attention to the door.
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Kharg blinked. "You're special ops?" He found that hard to believe, the redhead didn't look like the... On second thought, he was the sneaky sort, but not the kind Kharg usually associated with as being special ops. Not that he had ever spent much time around them when he wasn't killing them, but that wasn't the point.
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'Voila,' he intoned, holding the door open so the other could enter.
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"What do you know, maybe I ought to keep you around." Kharg stated with a grin, walking in in front of him and studying the area.
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'Heh, an' that's just for starters,' he began to move towards the stairs....the bedrooms would most likely be up there, after all, 'you got any food in that back? All I had all day was a couple vodkas...'
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He chuckled, following Reno up the stairs. "Yeah, I grabbed whatever looked good, just in case." Better be prepared than dead. "If there's a stove, or something, I can cook."
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'The kitchen's gonna be back downstairs, but we should stake out a room first an' ya can show me yer supplies,' he intoned, 'sides...we've been walkin' for hours...I reckon we could both do with a breather, yeah?'
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As they walked, he stretched. "Yeah, it would be good to get off my feet for a while." Though, sleeping arrangements were bothering him. He didn't want to sleep with the redhead, but at the same time, he didn't want to be alone.
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'So...watcha got in the bag?' he questioned idly whilst searching his pockets for the cigarettes he's perloined from the bar earlier in the day.
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"Two first aid kits, just in case I run into something I can't heal." Kharg opened the bag to show him. "Two changes of clothing from that store, a pack of water bottles, some canned food, a can opener, some jerky, three knives, candy, some cookies...." The list goes on and on, finally Kharg shuts up and takes out a package of beef jerky, tearing open the package and taking out a piece before passing it to Reno, then getting a bottle of -accidentally flavored- water.
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He extended the hand holding the carton of cigarettes, raising a brow in question in order to see if the other would like one. However...he somehow doubted the answer would be yes...
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When the carton of cigarettes was extended he quickly shook his head, waving it off with an apologetic smile. He uncapped the water and took a swallow, blinking at the taste of strawberries. That was... interesting.
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