Breakfast? [Open!]

[itsnanimalthing]

CHARACTERS: Riddick and OPEN
DATE: Day 24, early morning
RATING: PG-13 at least, as Riddick has a dirty mouth on him
SUMMARY: The big guy is trying to figure out food

Comments

Small details... it's proooobably not to scale either. Unless offices are a mile long. XD

[distinctive_guy]

It was a fair question, and one he was asked often. So he gave the same answer with a little emphasis thrown in. "Way too fuckin' long." Realizing that told Riddick absolutely nothing, Eliot scowled and began moving to the actual area of food before he started answering, his bundles left by the doorway. Along the way, he reached into his clothes and pulled out a flashlight, the LED torch he was brought here with. He snapped it on and pointed the Boston PD flashlight briefly at the convict.

"Four weeks and countin', by the day system on this weird planet, alright? That's four weeks of 84 hour long days, and over three quarters of that time in pure darkness." Riddick might not know yet, but that placed Eliot as the first batch of people brought here. He had a reason to be condescending.

"It drives you..." Not finishing the thought, he exhaled heavily and began picking up dried cans to put into a large duffel he brought. The light was went to read the labels which he squinted at in annoyance. "When I'm done with Kernos, even their ancestors will hurt." Not that he was any closer to them than he was when he first arrived.

thanks X3 and this time I actually WAS away >.>

[itsnanimalthing]

The light made Riddick throw a hand up to protect his eyes, wincing with genuine pain. Why was it that people liked shining lights in each other's fucking faces? Ugh. "Keep that thing pointed the other way," he growled, and stood blinking behind his hand to try and restore some semblance of vision before he ran into something.

"At least I'm not the only one who wants to make this Kernos fucker pay," he had to add, albeit reluctantly. He still couldn't fucking see enough to get his own food, though he could make out shapes now, at least.

XDD You see, it'd be easier if your away status matches your AIM presence. I thought you were off.

[distinctive_guy]

"Oh, lotsa people want them payin', man. Lots." Whether anyone managed it though... Since they were all still here, the answer was pretty self explanatory.

After walking a bit further for some variety in cans, his bag was getting heavy, Eliot looked Riddick's way again. He was curious about the man's strange goggles, and from the reaction earlier it would appear that the man was sensitive to the light. He debated about asking, but if the man had a disadvantage, or an advantage, he wanted to know.

He threw the question out casually between picking up stuff. "Somethin' wrong with your eyes?"

eh, I don't get on IM all the time I'm around for rping... XD (for now, tho, bedtime >.> )

[itsnanimalthing]

By now Riddick was doing well enough to start collecting something to eat, himself. Interesting that there was actual food here, not just protein compounds or nutrient shakes... even if it was largely canned, in this room. And wrapped in plastic, like that loaf of bread. That, he grabbed, along with some cans of his own, which went into his coat's pockets.

He'd been expecting the question, and despite not really wanting to get into it, he'd resigned himself to having to explain. There wasn't much for it when you winced away from light that badly.

"Ever heard of a shine job?"

I'll keep that in mind then. And good night!

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot knew a lot of jobs and knew several meanings for the slang 'shine', but he couldn't off the top of his head relate any of them to something that would affect the eyes. Closest would be the bombing incident in Istanbul nicknamed the Shiner in the annals of big events in the underworld, but he doubted that was what affected Riddick's eyes. From the sound of it, it was a procedure of some sort.

A bit further down from where Riddick stood, Eliot shook his head. "Can't say I have." He shone the flashlight briefly in the taller man's direction, but he kept the beam of the torch out of the other's face this time.

and good morning :)

[itsnanimalthing]

"Experimental surgery," Riddick shrugged, keeping his eyes averted from the light, even if it wasn't directly in his face this time. The man could be taught, apparently, one step at a time. "You see in the dark, but you're pretty much shit outa luck in the light." So hey, long nights didn't bother him so much, aside from just being confusing as hell.

Afternoon. XD

[distinctive_guy]

"It gave you night vision?" As unbelievable as it sounded, Eliot thought about it and found it could be incredibly useful in this hellhole. He couldn't see what the use of it would be in a world where light and day came in equal measures, but here, it was certainly a good advantage. What he wouldn't pay for a pair of ATN goggles on some nights, or even Hardison's annoying voice guiding his movements.

"Where'd you come from that'd need such a thing?" It was an offhand remark and Eliot didn't expect to hear much on it.

aaaand now a very belated lunchtime ;.; so hungry!

[itsnanimalthing]

"Heh. Ass-end of the galaxy. Not a lot of daylight out there." Riddick was not admitting that it was a no-daylight slam, not unless he had to. "Just not real useful when people're tryin' to shine lights in my face-- happens more often than you'd think."

His pockets were loaded, as was one hand, dangling with the bread and a roll of stale-smelling round bread-things-- he wanted the other hand free in case he had to fight or struggle with something-- Riddick was about ready to leave. He eyed Eliot pensively, wondering if he ought to follow him back, or strike out on his own again.

Fooooood. Oh, will you be on AIM? Got some plotting I was thinking about.

[distinctive_guy]

The first few words out of Riddick's mouth and Eliot knew he was dealing with another weird character that was decidedly not from his world. Unless the government developed some new technology that sent people out there, Riddick was something else.

Which meant Riddick was potentially a lot more dangerous than Eliot first estimated him for. A potential strong ally. Or someone he now knew a set ability and weakness for. Not a bad exchange.

"Oh, no, think I got an idea of how often that happens. Sorry 'bout that. Didn't know." He took the light away and finished up his packing as well.

"I should be headin' back to the dorms. There's people waitin' for these things." And he took enough for more than three people's share, expecting there'll be lots of hungry people waiting back there.

"Which way you headin'?"

and now comes the plottings!

[itsnanimalthing]

"Out, first." Riddick reached up with his free hand to pull his goggles down over his eyes again, half-turning away from Eliot and towards the door--

--only to find his path blocked by what first seemed a massive, amorphous shape, for one heartbeat, until it turned into something else. Something a whole hell of a lot worse.

Shit.

Riddick dove out of the way as a shiv flashed at him, one identical to his own, only somehow faster. Of all the things to have to fight, something that looked exactly like him was probably the worse, especially if it was faster. He hit the ground on his shoulder, with a nice new hole in his fur coat, and rolled, hoping to get to his feet before he wound up with a nice new hole in his skin.

Looooove plotthings.

[distinctive_guy]

Out was a good idea, and Eliot was in the process of heading back to pick up his discarded wood pile when he heard the noise in the direction of his companion. To stare in disbelief when he saw there wasn't one, but two of them standing there.

Exact same man in the exact same stance, holding two identical weapons that looked like they were about to kill one another.

"What the fuck?"

Apparently, speaking out was a bad idea for one of the baldies went after him next. The movement was so fast that the shiv nearly skewered him before he realized what was happening and dove out of the way. Only thing he had on him was the distance it took for the man to get there, so merely a lock of hair was shaved off.

"Fuckin' bastard!" Eliot exclaimed in surprise as he rolled to his feet, items dropped and a riot baton in one hand and flashlight in the next. "What was that for!?" He shot glaring looks between the two Riddicks until settling on the one who attacked him... just in time to block the next blow with the extended body of his riot baton. The noise as the shiv skidded along the titanium rang out like a gunshot.

He tried to push the guy back with a punch in the face with the hilt of his flashlight. "That was completely uncalled for, man."

me tooooo :B

[itsnanimalthing]

Riddick didn't bother answering the completely inane question with the completely impossible timing. He didn't have time to answer, nor any kind of inclination to bother with it. Eliot and his chattering could distract the doppleganger, and Riddick could attack from behind. If this was him... faster than him... it had to be kept down.

The other!Riddick caught the flashlight with one hand, implacably strong, and simply looked back at Eliot with an implacable expression-- as much of an expression as could be seen with the goggles masking his eyes. But that kept him busy, and gave the real Riddick enough time to get back on his feet and pull his own shiv out, and lunge at them both.

Of course, other!Riddick knew he would do that, or could hear it, or something... and he yanked at the flashlight in his grasp, to try and pull Eliot around between him and the real Riddick.

[distinctive_guy]

The move was what Eliot would've done too, in that position, except the man did it faster than he could anticipate. Caught off guard and his own momentum used against him, Eliot had no choice but to get yanked or surrender his source of light. Against two men who could see in the dark? No thanks.

He twisted his side as he was thrown into the second Riddick to avoid the blade to the best of his ability. Still, it was a bad position and he winced as the shiv sliced through the layers of his clothes to draw first blood in a line above his waist. He didn't stop to care about though as he turned around to deliver a strong whip of his baton across the unguarded stomach of his primary attacker, yanking his flashlight free at the same time.

Except there were two attackers now, and hell if he had a way of differentiating between them since they both attacked him.

So, it was only natural that after the baton, he flipped his heavy flashlight around like a beat stick and tried to jab it in the gut of the one who nearly skewered him.

[itsnanimalthing]

Too late, Riddick tried to pull the blow, but all he managed was to not skewer Eliot, and he could smell blood immediately. He was already trying to turn aside, turning his momentum into a roll down, and he caught the baton on the ribs instead of the stomach. He was sure something cracked in there, but at least he wasn't winded, and he was dropping under the next jab before it even came.

That left Riddick-the-second able to attack from Eliot's other side, this time with both shivs, going for a slice to his neck with one and to the belly with the other... just too far apart for the baton to catch them both, even if Eliot got there in time.

"Get that one!" Riddick had time to grunt as he hit the ground again and rolled, before he was surging aside and trying to flank other!Riddick while, again, his focus was distracted. There was no way Eliot was going to last long against a faster, stronger Riddick... they had to work together, here, or else Bad Shit was gonna go down.

[distinctive_guy]

Acting on pure reflex now, Eliot knew instinctively even before his mind processed the attack that there was no way for him to avoid both blows. Survival sense demanded he throw the baton up to block the flash of blade coming towards his neck, and even as the a deafening clang rang out when the two weapons locked, his battle intuition had him deflecting the disemboweling blow with the thick body of the metal flashlight.

The second shiv slid along the length of the flashlight strong enough to pave the curl of metal off its end, but he deflected it, barely. He countered by headbutting his opponent once before speedily backing off.

That was much too close for comfort. Shit, he thought he felt a thin line of blood along his neck. "Shit. That one's tryin' to kill me!!" Eliot was pissed, and, frankly, he was more than happy to team up with the one that wasn't actively doing that.

He circled carefully around the killer!Riddick to try to catch him in pincer formation. Assuming the one talking was the one he had a conversation with earlier and the other wasn't a product of a nefarious plan to kill him, he addressed original!Riddick, "You said you hate light, right?" He shone his flashlight right in the killer's eyes.

[itsnanimalthing]

Again, Riddick didn't bother replying. He just shifted his grip on his shiv, waited for the flinch he knew was coming, and dove at the other!Riddick, this time ready to pivot the very breath that the other!Riddick did. The moment of blindness wasn't as bad, this time, because the other version of him still had the goggles on... but there was a flinch.

Riddick took advantage and plowed right into the wrong one, shiv aiming for a throat. It was caught with another curved shiv against his arm, and the twin blades sang together much more musically than the shiv on the baton had. Other!Riddick had two shivs out, though, and the other was aiming for Riddick's throat, too.