01 // Action/Accidental Voice

[strayfag]

--frozen goods worth more than a lousy gunshot wound. [That sound would be a high-pitched plaintive whine.] I don't want to be a prostitute. I'm allergic to STDs.

[Admittedly, this isn't the first time Badou's woken up half-naked on some unknown alleyway. In fact, the alley's much cleaner than he remembers it, and this time he's 100% sure he still

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[He doesn't flinch as Nill steps by, but wrapping his head around Badou being here takes a little longer. At least the genetic alterations haven't changed Badou's personality, though whether or not that was a good thing...]

[He remains just as disinterested as Badou continues to nag like an old housewife. Doesn't help that he looks the part, shaking the groceries and carrying on. Haine manages a grunt, but doesn't rise to the insults and it's sorely tempting once more to shut the door in the redhead's face; though this time at least, he'd have good reason for it.]

Fuck off. It take you the whole walk home to think that one up?

[His expression doesn't change in the slightest as he lets Badou shove past, though he doesn't budge an inch in the exchange, even if it means a bumped shoulder or two. So maybe Badou deserved a little slack given he'd just found out he'd been turned into a fetish mutant, but...]

[He shuts the door behind him, leaving the three of them to the bare apartment. No furniture, not much of anything really. Television would be good about now, but there wouldn't be much to watch either, would there. Haine glances from Badou to Nill. How long's his partner been here anyway? While he could ask, he doubts it's something the man will keep bottled up long. As if he didn't already listen to enough of the bitching, now eyepatch actually had something to bitch about.]

[manmade_angel]

[Nill's smile stays firmly in place as she takes the groceries to the kitchen. She knows she probably shouldn't be happy about Badou being here, but listening to them swear at one another makes the apartment feel less like it's in mourning. Even if Nill has been sitting near Haine and trying to comfort him, the both of them weren't exactly conversationalists. So the bickering makes her feel more at home.]

[She sets the first bag down, then goes back to Badou for the second. She smiles at him as though he and Haine aren't sniping at one another and takes the bag. Hmm... maybe sandwiches for lunch...]

[strayfag]

[Badou takes Haine being there for granted just a bit. Hell if he knows what is and isn't supposed to happen here. The shoulder bump is about as much of a friendly greeting as either of them can expect from each other, but Badou flinches at an unexpected stab of pain. They could heal the gunshot wound but not the bruises too? Assholes.]

Listen fuckhe -- what the hell. [He stops just inside the bare room that passes for Haine's apartment. Granted, it's not all that different from Haine's old apartment, but how the hell could anyone live here for four days? There's free goddamn furniture. That explains Nill's cushion.

He lets her have the bag with a little nod. She seems happy, but Badou hits Haine over the head with the cushion anyway, bruises be damned.] What the hell. Why didn't you drag up a couch? Who's sleeping on your hard-ass floor?

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...what.

[Haine turns at Badou's initial comment. He knows he shouldn't. Badou makes a big fuckin' deal out of everything, it shouldn't come as any surprise that he thinks an empty room is worth bitching about. Of course, the moment he turns, Badou catches him in the face with the new cushion. His hand moves automatically to swat Badou in the back of the head in response.]

What the hell are you whining about, it isn't even your apartment. Where you you think I've been sleeping genius?

[manmade_angel]

[On the floor--Nill's been sleeping there too, next to Haine when he looked less like he needed his space, and sometimes in the corner by the windows (her blanket is folded neatly there). She did want something better to sleep on, but she couldn't bother Haine to carry furniture for her. Not when he was already upset about the wings.]

[But that's why she got the cushion! A few more trips and she would've had all three. But lunch sounded good before she went back down again. She leans out of the kitchen doorway and holds up jars of mustard and mayonnaise--both, neither?]

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[Badou ducks, expecting retaliation, but Haine's swat still catches the back of his head, drawing out another curse.] Seriously? [Well, ok, Haine is weird and completely socially inept. He already knew that.] You could have picked something up for your roommates.

[He tosses the cushion into the corner with the blanket and shrugs out of his coat carefully. When Nill sticks her head out, he considers it a moment before shrugging.] Mayo. No mustard.

[He parks his bony ass against the window sill and exhales a breath of distinctly, horribly smoke-free air. Who the hell breathes this shit all the time?] So what the hell is going on here?

[rain_of_bullets]

[So maybe it hadn't dawned on him just yet that Nill might not like sleeping on the floor. He hadn't had anyone stay with him before. The one time he'd shared a room with Nill before this, it'd been a hotel, where the furnishings came with the room already.

But rather than let the bastard know he might be feeling somewhat guilty the more he thought about it, he flipped him the finger, saying nothing in his own defense. Nill seems okay, but she can't exactly speak up if she's not happy. Not that she would be likely to even if she could. ]

Fine. You just enlisted your scrawny ass to help me carry it back here.

[He glances over at Nill as she pokes her head out of the kitchen, but doesn't reply with more than a shrug. He'll eat whatever she puts in front of him.]

Fuck if I know. Someone dragged a bunch of people out here to be their next experiment.

[Because once just wasn't enough apparently.]

[manmade_angel]

[Condiment orders taken, Nill ducks back into the kitchen to build the sandwiches. She doesn't have much in the way of variety, given that she's still trying to build up a stock of food in the refrigerator, but she has lunchmeat! Turkey and ham, mostly. And from what she's eaten thus far, it tastes better than what they had underground. If they weren't all experiments, this would be a nice vacation.]

[The sandwiches she produces while they're talking aren't the prettiest things, but they're functional. She has difficulty getting the slices of meat out in one piece, the lettuce leaves are a little big, and the tomato slices are a little thick (she adds more meat to compensate). Nill's very proud of them, though. And she only cut her thumb once!]

[She and Haine only have two plates, so she figures she'll eat hers off the counter. Once she's done with Haine and Badou's, she carries them over.]

[strayfag]

Fine. [The maturity in the room is overwhelming. But Badou knows Haine just honestly doesn't get people sometimes, so he lets the subject drop. He can deal with carrying a couch... probably.

Haine can do most of the work.

As for the experiment stuff...]

Shit, seriously? Didn't we already use that plotline? [Apparently Haine is in the running for albino labrat of the century or something. Badou is really trying not to think about this, and why both he and Haine are sporting dainty wings.] They've got shitty taste.

[And just then Nill emerges with food, and Badou realizes he's starving. He takes the plate from Nill and doesn't even hesitate before tearing into it. When he speaks again, it's around a mouthful of food.] 'sgood. [Swallow swallow.] Where's yours?

[rain_of_bullets]

[At least that's one problem solved. A couch might make sleeping more tolerable. Trying to find a comfortable way to lay down without cursing aloud and doing something to upset the wings has proven more difficult than he'd thought.]

[As for the experiments... ]

Yeah.

[Haine frowns, though it's hard not to agree. Two out of the three people standing in the room were already genetic experiments before they'd arrived here. And living that once was enough for anyone.]

[Badou doesn't ask him anything else though, so he figures he's got things more or less answered. He's not freaking out, which is saying a lot for Badou. Haine takes the plate offered, but spots the small cut on her thumb before glancing back up to her face.]

It looks good.

[He isn't her mother or Bishop, so he doesn't bring it up. She knows how to wash it out and how to wrap it if nothing else. All the things he's fairly clumsy with.]

We only have two plates. Not like we were expecting visitors.

[He lifts his sandwich off the plate and holds it out to Nill.]

[manmade_angel]

[She pauses a moment while the talk of the experimentation is going on, hanging back around the corner for the moment. It's obviously something that Badou and Haine have to talk about, but it does make her uncomfortable. Up until now, she was the only one who had to deal with things like extra appendages, sleeping on her stomach, and so on. She was the only one who knew for certain what her purpose for existing was. She was a... a fetish object. Now, wherever they were, they all had some purpose that was linked to the wings and the barcodes. It had to be harder not knowing. Getting used to it all.]

[Once she comes around the corner though, she's smiling again. And she even takes Haine's plate without trying to argue the point--he seems more likely to eat without one anyway. She goes back to the kitchen to make herself a half sandwich... and let them keep talking.]

[strayfag]

[A decent person might feel a little guilty about taking one of the only plates. Badou just shrugs. He's too preoccupied taking it all in (and devouring his sandwich which really isn't bad). He's an experiment now, and even if that doesn't mean he's being pressed into service, it still mean's someone's going to fuck with him for their own enjoyment and there's nothing he can do about it. He's always suspected that was his purpose in life, but it's a different thing to have it confirmed.] Trust me, I wasn't expecting to visit.

[He's figured out all of jack shit, except that he's once again screwed six ways from Sunday. All of them are. And they're still no closer to finding what they're looking for.]

So, you know where I can find some smokes around here?

[rain_of_bullets]

[He watches Nill return to the kitchen before settling in on the floor and attempting to shove all the bits leaking out of his sandwich toward the center before he takes a bite. It's not as if any of them want to be there. And even if it has its moments, this place is far from the pleasant village it pretends to be.]

Why the hell would I know that?

[He grumbles around a bite of his sandwich. Not that he hasn't visited a few places in the town. Smokes have never been at the top of his list, but he might've seen them around. Not that he cares or anything. Badou would be just as useless with or without one of his nicotine fits seeing as he doesn't even have a decent gun to wave around.]

I'm sure one of the stores around here carries 'em. You can't be the only addict around here.

[manmade_angel]

[While Nill doesn't think that Badou smoking so much is good for him... she still doesn't want to see him in pain. Or going berserk. And while she didn't want him to suffer, Nill didn't know where to get cigarettes. It was one of those things she just hadn't paid any attention to. But she'd seen someone smoking, so there had to be cigarettes.]

[She would just impose upon him the importance of not smoking inside their house. The smell stuck to everything.]

[Nill comes back with her own sandwich (when she was out she got a cookie-cutter, so it's in the shape of a heart), and sits down next to Haine, smiling as though it's normal to eat on the floor.]

[strayfag]

'cuz you love me and want me to have nice things?

[Chewing, what is that? Badou scarfs down most of his sandwich and just picks up the bits that have fallen onto his plate to eat them separately. There's no lack of enthusiasm here. He's hungry, and he's had worse.

Nill's little heart sandwich gets a slight smile. At least someone's making the most of it.]

...I'm gonna go find some smokes. My mouth is getting lonely.