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Characters: Razer, OPEN
Location: Deck 4, Rotisserie
Date: March 1, about 7:00 PM.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe? idek ok
( Razer was hungry. Razer was a woman. This was an unfortunate combination. )
Location: Deck 4, Rotisserie
Date: March 1, about 7:00 PM.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe? idek ok
( Razer was hungry. Razer was a woman. This was an unfortunate combination. )
The Rotisserie looked promising.
Upon entering, he immediately saw a fine specimen of a woman, ready for some of his charm.
"Hey Sweetheart, come here often?"
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"No." He almost left it at that, but remembered that this was one of Krew's boys, wasn't it? An idiot Havenite or something of the like, property of the crimelord Razer had spent his entire career at war with.
He couldn't count himself worthy of the one tattoo he had left if he didn't add something more.
"And if you're any example of this restaurant's usual patrons, I don't suppose that will be changing any time soon."
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He decided to sit down, not to close because he didn't want to be within clawing distance if she actually minded him being there. He glanced down at her arms. Eww.
"Just got 'ere last week." He paused as he looked back to her arms.
"Mind me askin' what ya' got in a fight with?"
"An' lost." He muttered.
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He fixed Jinx with a level look. Nonthreatening, almost calm. His tone was nonchalant. "And if you value that mess that you call a face, you won't bring it up again."
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What a lovely place, that Kras City. Great place to get maimed, must have been the real reason Krew sent Jinx's and the gang there; not just rivalry.
"Why would a cutie like you be involved in somethin' like that?"
Then he thought, there was only one person he'd spoken to that had ever mentioned involvement with Kras. And wasn't it...a man?
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Razer shrugged, finishing off his plate and sitting back, reaching into his belt to withdraw a cigarette and his lighter.
"We've worked with one another for a number of years, it wasn't really a shock."
He closed his eyes, lit up and took a drag, tilting his head back slightly to exhale a long stream of white smoke before opening them again. "He disappeared in the middle, however, which is why I still have this."
He lifted the arm that still bore the better part of one tattoo, twisted to hide the strip of scarring and skin along the underside of his wrist. He was honestly curious as to whether Jinx would recognize Mizo's brand in person; depending on how much work he did for Krew, it really could have gone either way.
"The bastard took the other right off..."
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Man what?
"Was his name Mizo? I've seen his mug once er twice."
Jinx looked at the mess of Razer's arm. How the hell did he manage to do that?
"My boss wasn't nearly that brutal with us. I can't imagine why a guy like you'd want to work fer him."
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Razer shrugged and took another drag. "Privileges. It didn't count for much here, of course, where significantly worse can happen for significantly less--"
Mizo would never have skinned him for killing someone who deserved it. Or really anyone. He was pretty awesome that way.
"--but try telling that to the man you've been working with for a decade."
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"Privileges my ass." He was surprisingly calm.
Annoyed.
"Did he at least offer somethin' good for ya bein' on his leash?"
Killing people? What's that?
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