Who: Alex Mercer, Riddick What: Creeping Exploring When: Shortly after the Land of the Dead port Where: The decks of the Barge Warnings: TBA (but probably some language.)
Riddick knew field first-aid; had bandaged himself and gotten fresh clothing. None of his clothing his his sleeves or neck, though, so he was walking wounded-- blood in the water of this shark tank.
He was keeping to the least populated corners, nose out for the blood-drinker who'd fucked him up.
He'd managed to make his way to one of those less than popular corners when he came across a mysterious man and his apparent hiding spot. Not much of a hiding spot now that'd he'd been found.
Needless to say, it took Alex by surprise. He didn't know about the other guy.
He stepped back, and like a predator, stood his ground and prepared to strike should the occasion call for it. He saw the wound on his neck then; the puncture marks, the white around said marks where something had made its way into the flesh and took blood.
Alex sensed this man was capable of some dangerous activity, but whatever had attacked him had gotten the upper hand and left its mark like a movie vampire.
Riddick felt his space being invaded, but was slow to show a reaction-- turned his head to look calmly. As if he didn't feel the other man was a threat.
He smirked, leaning against the wall with his damaged arm-- ignoring the pain to show look; it doesn't affect me.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer," he drawled, his voice gravelly and mocking.
Alex eased up. The tension in his body slightly reducing as he stood upright; the pressure in his hands unclenching. The other man had been unfazed by the intrusion -or was doing a damn good job at hiding it- and he knew the injuries sustained were painful, but it unnerved Alex to see how calm and collected he'd been throughout the entire ordeal.
"What attacked you?" He asked which was more of a demand and less of a question.
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He was keeping to the least populated corners, nose out for the blood-drinker who'd fucked him up.
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Needless to say, it took Alex by surprise. He didn't know about the other guy.
He stepped back, and like a predator, stood his ground and prepared to strike should the occasion call for it. He saw the wound on his neck then; the puncture marks, the white around said marks where something had made its way into the flesh and took blood.
Alex sensed this man was capable of some dangerous activity, but whatever had attacked him had gotten the upper hand and left its mark like a movie vampire.
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He smirked, leaning against the wall with his damaged arm-- ignoring the pain to show look; it doesn't affect me.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer," he drawled, his voice gravelly and mocking.
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"What attacked you?" He asked which was more of a demand and less of a question.
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