RP Sunday - Stuck in an Elevator!

[lost_harlequin]

It's an easy gig, Harl. The small blonde leaned against the back of the elevator, going over the plan in her head. Get in, get out. Five minutes. A goon could do it.He hadn't wanted one of the boys to do the job, though. She adjusted the strap of the over-sized leather purse hanging from her shoulder. Some things required a lower profile and more

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[lost_harlequin]

She started to hit the door, little fists banging against it rapidly like a child throwing a tantrum. She shouldn't have been surprised when nothing came of this, but she managed to be nonetheless. "Aw, c'mon!" She smushed her cheek against the door and called out. "Hello! Anybody?! Coupla sardines in here! Whaddya say?!" She made a sudden face, pulling away and stating her distaste at that aloud. "Yeech. Fish."

Harley paused for a second to listen for any sign that someone outside the elevator heard her. There was no response. She turned around to glance at the man who shared the space with her before looking up at the ceiling for what she elegantly described in her head as 'that thing they use in the movies'. Before she could even spend a second checking that out, however, she did a double-take back to him. She had been a bit too preoccupied before to notice just how large and gruff-looking he was before then. She wondered if they were roughly in the same sort of business, her eyes moving over to his eye-patch.

She finally addressed him, rather casually, tapping her foot as if she was already starting to feel her body movement restricted. "Don't s'pose yer the Twenty Questions type, are ya, Patchy?"

[_call_me_snake_]

Her tantrum gave him a headache on top of the already fluttering feeling he was having. All he did was grumble at the echo her voice created in the tin box they were trapped in. Snake knew they were probably trapped between floors with no chance of anyone hearing them. Thankfully in all her button pushing the woman had pushed the red button to which alerted people the elevator was jammed. That was if they reacted and didn't think it was just some idiot pushing the wrong button.

When she finally stopped the pain in his head subsided. He took a moment to look at her. He knew women carried big purses but hers seemed even larger than most. Snake's eye dropped to glare at her tapping foot. He hated himself for leaving his painkillers in the car.

Snake. Plissken hissed the word at her quietly. Anyone could tell he was unhappy and very uncomfortable being trapped in the elevator. Any moment he felt like he would start pacing.

[lost_harlequin]

"Hey, no need for name callin'!" She responded at the only thing she had heard him say so far. "It's not like I got us stuck in here, y'know."

She stopped tapping her foot in order start rocking back and forth from her heels to the toes of her shoes. She hummed a bit, louder than she realized, before speaking again. "So, whaddya in for?" She smiled. She was glad to at least not be trapped alone, but someone really needed to lighten the mood.

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake gave her a weird look and rolled his eye. It's my name. Snake. Not fucking patchy.

His voice was a little rougher than usual because of the headache. The anxiousness of the woman was wearing off on him over time. He leaned, pressing back into the corner. If he didn't the pacing would start.

The damned stairs are closed. Snake frowned when he thought about all the repair crew in the stairwell. He'd like to shoot them for getting him stuck in the elevator. That's when Snake remembered his revolvers on his hips and shifted, hoping they hadn't come uncovered while he was distracted. He adjusted his long coat and resumed leaning in the corner.

[lost_harlequin]

"I'm Harley." She offered up cheerfully. She looked around, as if she wasn't already aware of how bland their metallic surroundings were. She half-mused, half-asked, "Who takes the stairs this high up?"

Her eyes came back to him just in time to see him adjust his coat. "So, uh, who ya work for, Mr. Snake?" She gave him a bit of a questioning look. She was still trying to figure out if this guy was a henchman, a mob hit-man, or just plain scary.

[_call_me_snake_]

Harley, huh? Like the motorcycle? Snake wondered why such a normally dressed woman would be named after a bike. Looks could be deceiving.

Anyone's had to deal with this bullshit enough. Snake motioned at the doors that were still closed. He didn't mind the staring most days but in the confined quarters it was a little unnerving.

Myself. Snake answered simply. His voice wasn't quite so ragged anymore because the headache was fading. You work here?

[lost_harlequin]

"Vroom vroom!" She answered rather enthusiastically, grinning. She turned around to face the doors as he motioned to them. She put her hands on the unmoving doors and pushed against them with all her weight, either ignoring the futility of her efforts or just unable to remain still for so long. "So, what, ya get trapped in elevators often?" She kept at it for another minute or so, letting out a little grunt before finally giving up on getting it open.

Harley then took a few steps over to the corner opposite Snake and slumped down, having a seat on the floor. She hugged her purse on her lap as he told her that he worked for himself. "Not much of a surprise, I guess," She mumbled.

His next question made her snort in spite of herself. She almost laughed but managed to hold it back. "Uh, no. Well... no. Not really. Just here on business."

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake chuckled at her mocking of a motorcycle's noise. It reminded him of his daughter. She could've passed for an older version of her in his mind. That lightened his mood just a little because his mind was off the elevator.

Four time. Snake sighed not wanting to think about those at all. She slumped down but Snake didn't move. He noticed the bit of amusement and answered with a grin.

Yeah, so am I.

[lost_harlequin]

"Four times?! I hate to break it to ya, buddy, but someone's out to get ya." She unzipped her bag, and began to carefully rummage through, trying not to let more than a few flashes of red and black material show as she shifted the contents around.

She smirked when it seemed like they had similar reasons for being there. "Kinda figured." She went on, almost babbling, hand still searching inside her purse. "Y'know, I bet regular shmos with nothin' important to do ever get caught in these things... 'Course, ya work for yerself so I guess ya got nothin' to worry about..." She sighed a little. "Ya think I'd have a lousy deck of cards in here!"

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake snorted a quiet laugh. Don't I know.

Snake glanced down but living with a house full of women a bag of clothes didn't seem odd at all. Snake walked over to the panel and started eying it. He wondered if he could get it working again from here or if it was a cable problem.

I got plenty to worry about. Snake glanced over at her momentarily distracted by her comment. Cards?

[lost_harlequin]

"Oh yeah?" She was tempted to ask what kind of things he was worried about but instead pulled an empty hand out of her bag and held the opening closed. "Well, I was thinkin' if ya can't get us outta here then a game of gin rummy might not be so bad. But I don't gotta whole deck."

She pulled herself off the floor and motioned to the elevator panel. "Ya know how to take apart one of those things?"

[_call_me_snake_]

I'm trapped in an elevator to start with. Snake laughed and reached behind his back pulling out his tool kit from the pouch behind his back.

Shame I don't have any. Snake shrugged and started unscrewing the panel.

Taking it apart doesn't mean I can fix it. Snake glanced over at her. If it's electrical maybe I can get it started again.

[lost_harlequin]

She watched him pull out a tool kit and start unscrewing the panel. "So where didja learn all of this from?" Harley leaned against a wall. "I'm guessin' yer no electrician." She started tapping her feet again, getting a bit antsy. "Anythin' I can help with, Mr. S.?"

[_call_me_snake_]

Military. Snake set the panel aside and smiled. Engineer and pilot among other things.

Snake shook his head. Snake. Not Mr. S. or anything else. Plissken if you're really looking for something other than Snake.

Snake started peering into the wiring. Do you know anything about fixing electronics?

[lost_harlequin]

"Oooh. That how ya lost yer eye? Or is that thing just for show?" She slapped a hand to her face, covering one eye in demonstration. She made a little mock sneer to go along with it, either attempting to portray your typical 'bad-ass in an eye-patch' type or just losing herself for a second in the fun of making a silly face. Maybe both.

"Snake." She corrected herself at his insistence. "Why they call ya that anyway? Gotta thing for reptiles or somethin'?"

Harley finally took a break from asking questions to answer one. "Not really my shtick." She scratched her head with the hand that had been her 'eye-patch'. "Maybe ya can show me?"

[_call_me_snake_]

Snake nodded. Neurotoxin.

When he looked over and saw the face she was making he started laughing. She still reminded him of his daughter. It was probably the only reason he was talking so openly with her.

I have a skill for getting into and out of places I don't belong or people wouldn't want to be. Snake shrugged as he pulled one of the wires in the panel. I've had the name a long time.

Snake nodded. I just pulled the main power wire for the panel. It's live. If you touch the end it'll set you on your ass.

Snake smiled. He was talking to her like he would his kids but not like most people did. He never talked down on his kids or used small words with them. The only thing that changed was a little of the roughness left his voice and expression.