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#005 [ACTION]
[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.
He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.
Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.
Care to approach?]
He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.
Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.
Care to approach?]
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The calm, amused smirk pulls back to reveal a sharp, feral grin.
Those dull green eyes reflect about as much fear as they do light; none at all.]
Killing you won't make me any richer... and it sure as hell won't bring me any pleasure. [Killing someone in his sleep was too cowardly, to say nothing of how boring it was.]
Relax.
[He looks over his gun one more time, before pocketing it.]
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[ Shizuo has to literally force himself to look away, will his legs to move so he's across the room, convince himself that attempting to crush him isn't wise with or without his chip. He mumbles something under his breath repeatedly, the first sign of a few screws loose.
He paces for about thirty seconds, then slows and leans forward against one of the small office's counters, breaths heavy. ] Talk about somethin' else.
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When Shizuo calls for a change of subject, Gin's expression becomes neutral once more.]
I was going to ask you how your fever is. Has the medicine done its job?
Noticed you haven't been shivering or sweating as much.
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[ He notes dimly that he's still wearing Gin's trench coat and begins to undo it, shrugging out of it. He doesn't notice the drool, but if he did he'd probably be secretly proud of himself. Take that Gin. He finally shifts to stand with his side to him, eyes dropped, arm holding the jacket outstretched. ]
Thank you... for the coat. Thanks. [ A brief pause. ] And your legs? Eyes?
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He walks over and accepts his coat, throwing it on regardless of the mess. He'll clean it later.]
Fine, fine.
... so, how much do you know about this place now.
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Enough to still hate it, [ he replies curtly, expression flat, ] not much of a surprise there. I don't understand... you never think anything bad'll happen to you until it does... [ The side of his hand comes up to press just above his eyebrow, shaking. ] Then what? Then what?
I know a lot about this place now. [ He nods along with what he's saying, eyes trained on Gin's, wide and expressive. The full situation seems to be hitting him now. It only took a few weeks of denial. ]
And now that I understand, I don't wanna think about it anymore.
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The most you can do to prepare is to abandon all preconceived notions of what is and what is not possible.... this place'll break them all.
[He doesn't want to discuss it anymore, so Gin won't mind changing the subject.]
Got a weapon of choice. [It's not entirely divorced from the previous subject, so he doesn't bother with adding anything to smooth the transitioning.]
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[ At the weapon comment, Shizuo seems to lighten up a bit, lip twitching into a lopsided smirk. He plays with the battered cigarette package in his pocket and looks up towards the ceiling a moment, thinking about it.
He can only really think of one unspecific answer. ] Anything I can get my hands on. [ Literally. ] Fists, mostly.
I suppose you like your gun.
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You'd be right. [He sounds fond, almost affectionate, when he responds. Perhaps "like" is an understatement.] Shame this place is not so accommodating when it comes to guns.
[He'll take a short walk around the room to test his legs.]
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[ He sobers up rather quick when the scientists are mentioned and looks down at his hand, clenching it into a tight fist. ] They've already done that. I need to get this chip out as soon as possible. Then I might be useful...
[ Watching Gin walk around the room, Shizuo decides to rifle through some more cupboards, pulling out various supplies. Moist towelettes, rubber gloves, gauze, antiseptic. A thermometer. He pops it into his mouth and waits. ]
No bullets or anythin' 'round here? What about that munitions depot by the fish market? Cuttin' it close, since the forest's right there, but there's gotta be some shit to use.
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Damn scientists are keeping it all to themselves. All we got so far is what they gave us when we were brought in.
[Gin glances Shizuo's way, at first wondering if the latter meant to test his own temperature, then smirks when he remembers the fallen lollipop.]
You ran out.
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Obviously they never heard of innovation. When a person's trapped, they think of all sorts of ways to survive. It's instinct. To some it comes natural. [ Watching the other smirk at him, he shifts under the look and tries to ignore the connotations. But he's caught red-handed instead. ]
That's why we gotta walk you home quick. [ He breathes through his nose steadily and gives him a meaningful look. ] That's why I'm iffy about gettin' my chip out so soon.
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It's like this: we drag a bunch of people from different worlds, throw them altogether in some dangerous dystopia where resources are sparse, populate it with an ever-growing collection of monsters, and watch them struggle to survive. They die, we'll bring them back... just to run around in our maze some more for our amusement.
Maybe there's something more to it for them, but this is what affects us most.
Getting the chip out is risky, but if it'll leave you less vulnerable in the long run, it's probably best that you get rid of it soon, before a large-scale catastrophe strikes. [He ceases his pacing, looking up thoughtfully for a moment, with his back to Shizuo.]
Not that quick, I hope. [Spoken in a much lighter tone than what preceded it; he turns to Shizuo again.] Ain't got any cigarettes on me, but I'd still like to treat you to something.
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Let's not give 'em the satisfaction of dying, you and I. We'll find you some ammo, one way or another, 'cause you don't look like you have any abilities other than... whatever you've got goin' for you. Smarts or sneakiness or whatever. So long as the bullets stay in the gun when I'm sleepin'.
[ The fact that Gin was showing him his back meant that either the guy trusted him or figured he was too weak to do much of anything. Shizuo just sniffed in amusement and chewed on the thermometer. ] Yeah yeah. I get that. I just don't wanna help the catastrophe out any or hurt anyone I don't mean to.
[ Blinking, though, Shizuo tilts his head a little, like a curious dog. ] Treat me...? To what?
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[There's an odd sense of familiarity in the way he describes the scientists, despite the fact that he'd never met them. He certainly wasn't one himself, unless the scientists were just as susceptible to the diseases they introduce and had less power over the place than they appear to... well, wherever that familiarity came from, it disappears in the blink of a eye, when he decides to cast out a far less serious theory.]
Or maybe they just get off on having power over so many people and these so-called experiments are just a way for them to get their fix.
[What a touching sentiment, Shizuo! Staying alive and finding some ammunition both sound very appealing. Gin just smirks.] Sounds nice.
[Gin finds it somewhat amusing that Shizuo cares whether others get hurt, but he has that to be grateful for, since it's what got him to the hospital for treatment. Gin couldn't care less, but if the chip's removal will help keep Shizuo safe, he wouldn't mind being around as back-up.] So, when that Sakura girl digs it out of you, you could stay cooped up here where it's nice and safe. If you escape, I'll take you down easy and nobody gets hurt.
Yeah. [The curious puppy look is an amusing one on him, even if it's not on the same level as his look of shock.] You'll see when we get to my place.
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[ Approaching Gin unceremoniously, he shoves his hand into the trench coat's pocket and pulls out the communicator he forgot in there, before staring into the lens. ] This thing has started to get useful. [ He tucks it into his dress pants.
Then looks back to Gin, eyebrow cocked. ] I don't know what's gonna happen. If I look like I'm gonna hurt someone, I give you permission to try and kill me. Well... maybe try and calm me down first. [ His face tilts up and he laughs a little. ] I hope you're good at what you do.
[ Turning away to grab a bag off to the side, Shizuo throws some stuff he picked up into it and pulls it onto his shoulder. ] ... Alright... guess I was headin' there anyway. We hikin' it, or takin' the Subway?
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[Gin doesn't stop him, nor does he look bothered at all by the action.] Oh?
I'm decent. [He's selling himself short.]
[He has never taken the subway during his time here, so it sounds like the more interesting choice. He's had enough of walking for one day.] Subway.
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He sighs and he walks. ] Looks like we're headed back to Latimir. It's at the end of the line.
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Sit anywhere you like.
[Was that a joke? There's no change in his tone, but the place is a dump. It's bare, with an empty picture frame hanging lopsidedly on the wall, the window won't shut, there's something that looks vaguely like a chair with the back broken off, and the bed has only a sheet. Everything looks dusty and weathered. It's a wonder how he and his clothes aren't.]
Looks like the place got a little dusty while I was out. [... now in the running for the understatement of the year award.
He pulls out a bottle of gin from behind the threadbare bed and offers it to Shizuo with a smirk.]
Here.
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He takes up a spot on that half-chair and crosses an ankle over his knee, leaning against the wall. ] Nah, all this place needs is a little colour. [ He goes along with the joke. His face falls when he's handed a bottle of Gin. He turns it over in his hands. It's not expensive, he's seen this kind before. ]
Gin like the drink, huh... is this the present? [ Shizuo takes a moment to gauge whether Gin's the 'hurt his feelings' type. Then sniffs, amused. ] I don't like alcohol. Well, this kind, anyway. Thanks for the thought.
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What does surprise him is Shizuo's refusal. No hurt feelings, just surprise, judging by how he briefly lifts his brows.]
What kind do you like, then?
[... it sounds like he might have more.]
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His fingers play with the bottle as he looks up to the musty looking ceiling to think on that. ] Uh. I like sweet things... [ He doesn't look embarrassed when he continues explaining. ]
Like things that are meant to taste good. Anything sour, chocolate-y... [ Manly things. ]
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... so you want a sissy drink.
[Now, he's wondering if Shizuo's ever drank anything in public without being the subject of ridicule.]
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[ People back home wouldn't insult him, he has a reputation. He holds out the Gin, to return it. ]
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He takes back the bottle.]
Well, I think I could mix you something that might go down more easily.
[Hey, he still wants to treat him.]
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[Action] HAHAHA GIN.