When the poor brain is cracking

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Roy's crew! And hecklers.
What: Recruiting! Quicklog. Please crosstag and threadjack; this is about meeting each other!
Where: The docks!
When: Last and this week! Just about anytime from Roy's call until they cast off, before or after Alma goes crazy. Whateva and wheneva you like, bbs.

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[bitchin_beanie]

[And of course here's Jan, just as soon as the sun sets, strolling up to the docks with hands pocketed and stride long and swaggering. The toothy grin is permanently in place from the moment he spots that particular redhead.]

Ready t'fucking lose, shithead?

So taking up that threadjacking invitation.

[carmined]

[Well, well, well. If there's anyone a few months in jail wouldn't dampen, it's this bastard, isn't it? She glances over with a sharp grin - so he wanted one redhead and got the other.]

Not likely. I don't take kindly to losing - never have, never will.

ALWAYS A PLEASURE <3

[bitchin_beanie]

[Not the attention Jan had intended to get, but hey. He could live with it. This might even be better, actually. Certainly hotter.]

Yeah? Well, sometimes you just can't do anything about it! Real fuckin' shame, I know, but someone's gotta do it.

[carmined]

[Have a rather derisive snort in return, Jan, along with some bared teeth.]

Why not have it be the natural losers, then? Seems there's plenty of those around.

[bitchin_beanie]

I know, right?

[Ever widening grin, and he hops up to perch on one of the posts at the edge of the dock]

Christ, and you just gotta hang around with the biggest fuckin' one. You should try the winning team for a while, sugartits!

[carmined]

[Briefly, she considers pushing him off and seeing if he can swim, but dismisses it as not worth her time. Instead, she laughs and shrugs one shoulder.]

Your call. Far as I know, though, the team I'm on hasn't ever lost any limbs.

[She glances over, grinning nastily.]

Or been chucked in prison.

[bitchin_beanie]

Hey, hey! All that means is your team hasn't fuckin' lived any! [definitely leering now.] How about it? You want a little more excitement?

[carmined]

With you?

[Another scoff.]

I think I'd be more likely to be bored to death.

[bitchin_beanie]

[That makes Jan laugh -- really laugh. He's got a wide, honestly amused grin on by the time it finally fades off.]

You know? The whole fuckin' laundry list fuckers accuse me of, I've never heard 'boring' on it before.

[carmined]

[Her answering grin is more than a little taunting.]

Well, then - I'm happy to be the first.

[She walks up to him - except it's more of a saunter than a walk, really, all hips and legs. And when she gets close enough, she leans right in close.]

You're easy to understand. Blood, sex, and violence - that's all you're interested in. Not a bad list, to be certain, but it makes you simple.

Boring.

[bitchin_beanie]

[He makes no secret of enjoying the sight of that particular saunter, and his grin fades into something more like a smirk by the time she gets to him.]

Well, shit. You got me. I'd say I hope you're proud, 'cept apparently it's a real easy job.

[carmined]

[That prompts some laughter out of her, and an arched eyebrow - still right up in his space.]

Mm. Quite. Though you aren't without your particular uses, I suppose.

[She leans in even closer, and tilts her head to one side - half just to see her hair go sliding across his chest.]

Entertainment value, for one.

[bitchin_beanie]

[Oh, that's hot. That's so hot. And his appreciative grin makes no secret of the opinion.]

Yeah? Well. [leaning in a little himself] Make up your fuckin' crazy bitch-mind, wouldja? Am I boring, or free fuckin' entertainment?

[carmined]

[She knows. She always knows, even when they don't make it as helpfully obvious as Jan does.

She doesn't move - just shrugs.] Maybe a little of both.

[bitchin_beanie]

[He's not totally sure that actually makes sense, but he's not about to debate it. He cocks his head instead, chews thoughtfully at one of his lip rings.]

You know, never did thank you properly for getting my ass thrown in the fuckin' clink.

[carmined]

[Makes sense to her, and that's all that really matters.

The motion draws her attention, and she examines his piercings curiously. They're interesting, to say the least - she hasn't had much experience with people with those sorts of piercings. Maybe she'll have to give a few a try for herself, one of these days.]

And, what does 'thanking me properly' entail?