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Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He left the alleyway and didn't look back he wasn't sure he would be able to take it right then, so he walked at a careful pace through some twisting side alleys, trying to get his mind back on track. He couldn't be distracted by this he had another long night ahead of him, and though he was wide awake now partly from his own mortification he still felt completely drained.And by the looks of it, he would have many nights like this one ahead of him killing people wasn't easy work, there was a reason serial killers only did it once in a while, after all. It probably lost its fun for them if they did it too often.But right then, all Nathan felt was guilt, and it was gnawing at him the way that his very first kill had not Marni, that was a separate hell in itself, but the first kill that GeneCo had forced him to do in order to keep his secret.So Nathan stopped walking, he paused in a back alley, leaning his head against the brick wall, the lens on his mask flashing under the dim street lights, and he closed his eyes, but even then he could see the girl's big brown eyes, and how much they looked like Shilo's. His mind was swimming from the pain of it, and his head and neck ached vaguely from the exhaustion he put his head in his hands for a moment, and briefly considered removing the mask so the night air could touch his skin, but he reconsidered it. No, it was best to keep moving, to get to the next target and get it done fast anything he didn't finish that night would creep into the next, and he could end up with an endless list.Thinking about Shilo helped remembering that she was safe in her bed, knowing she was protected, that was enough.So he kept going.Peter Mendez.GeneCo property for reposession: heart and kidneys.He found Mendez outside of the store he owned, smoking a cigar, and for the second time that night, Nathan had to make sure he wasn't hallucinating but no such luck. It turned out that the picture on the file didn't do him any justice, because Mendez was roughly six foot five and built of solid muscle, a man with a wide jaw, handlebar moustache, and fists the size of a normal human's head.Repo ran his tongue over his teeth, and he didn't show any of the hesitation he'd had with Summers no, this was the same stride that came with all of the other kills, the hard stepping gait Mendez saw him, froze for an instant, and then turned to face him, one predator to another.There were no words Mendez knew what was happening, and he knew why, and it became apparent that he had forseen it because he was armed, and Repo had to duck and roll to avoid the knife that was swung at his neck. He came up again at Mendez's side, and he jammed his knife into the man's thigh, a motion that should have put anyone down, but only seemed to irritate him, because Mendez swung the knife a second time, and clipped the Repo Man across the arm before the blade could be avoided.He dropped again to avoid a third swing, and tugged his knife back out of Mendez's leg the wound immediately began to gush, soaking the entire leg and part of the Repo Man's uniform in seconds, but Mendez had the pain tolerance and the adrenaline to grab hold of Repo and bodily toss him, sending dust and dirt flying up around him. Immediately, Mendez began to walk towards the Repo Man, but finally seemed to realize the extent of his injury as his leg gave out beneath him, the severed thigh muscle refusing to carry him.Forcing himself to his feet, the Repo Man approached with a swift and eerie grace, and with Mendez on his knees, he was able to access the man's throat it only took two swings of the blade, one on each side of the throat, the two cuts meeting up at the centre and making Mendez into an organic fountain, his throat jettisoning blood.And when he crumpled to the ground, the Repo Man straddled Mendez's barrel chest and began to cut, pausing only once when his own injury protested.The work went quickly, but the effort involved was greater than with any normal sized person the muscles were thicker and tougher to cut through, and the ribcage was a struggle, to the point where he had to brace his feet against one side to crack it open so he could access the chest cavity. When he had the body opened up, he snipped out the heart and removed the kidneys, wrapping them for delivery. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Now the second one, the second one was a joke.Graverobber found the whole thing hilarious. Not only was the Repo Man not the giant monster of a man he had been lead to believe through the stories, but now he was facing up against the man he should have looked like.Repo Men probably smashed just as messily as normal folks. That would be the end of his new Repo watching hobby, that was for sure. Probably for the best. Graverobber didn ??t need an obsession. Wasn ??t good for business. Made him spend his nights like some creepy love sick stalker, following a masked murderer around the city instead of exhuming corpses like he should be.At least he ??d get a fight out of the deal. Graverobber didn ??t even bother pressing up against anything in an attempt to make himself less visible. He just watched, pale face turned to the scene in front of him. Too bad he didn ??t have anyone to bet with. He would have liked to put a bet on his pet Repo Man. Couldn ??t see a thing under that outfit, but he imagined the man was scrappy if he had lived this long.Not that he knew the average life of a Repo Man. He figured the job had a pretty high burn out rate live robbing graves, only they didn ??t get killed in the end. But seeing the Hulk, here, maybe that wasn ??t true. Especially since this giant of a man was also armed, unlike the little girl he had killed earlier.The fight didn ??t quite proceed the way he had expected. Repo Man had a certain elegance in fighting that was oddly attractive, even when he was hurt. It was like watching some big animal of prey, like he had been bred to do this. At first, the doctor looked like he really was in trouble, his victim not dropping even with that nasty wound to the thigh. Goliath probably didn ??t appreciate the finesse as the man downed him, carving into his torso with that long instrument he was coming to associate with repossession.His first steps were slow, hesitant as he crossed the street towards the now vacant corner market. A store like that would mean currency in the back and maybe even food. Gravel crunched under his boots as he came forwards, moving around so he didn ??t come from behind the Repo Man, crouching down near the giant ??s shaved head. The hyena was braver now, coming up to the kill while the lion was still feeding. Bad move, probably, but he had noticed the translucent guard over the eyes and wanted to see something that wasn ??t vinyl. Nonchalantly, he began to hum, repeating his ritual of Zydrate collection. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He had barely finished he had only just clipped out the kidneys and bagged them, the body was still warm and pumping what little blood was left in it, spraying it across the Repo Man and the ground in a spreading, slowly congealing pool he had barely finished, and he heard footsteps. He didn't move from where he was perched on Mendez's body, like a predator refusing to leave behind the carcass, but he watched, his hand still clutching the knife it was the vulture from the previous evening, the one he had seen ghosting outside of Muth's house.Once was a chance meeting, but twice no, this was no coincidence.Repo realized he had a stalker, but he suspected it was for a symbiotic purpose he took the organs, and this grave robber took whatever the deceased left behind. It made him suddenly wonder if the man had been watching when he'd killed Elaine Summers, and if he'd seen everything that had just happened between him and Mendez. He watched Graverobber in silence, only his eyes visible through the red barrier of the mask visor, watching the other man yes, he was scavenging, but there was a surrealism to it, he was so bold that he hadn't even waited for the area to be cleared.Perhaps it was because no one was insane enough to come that close when the Repo Man was still in the area most were too afraid. But this one this one was confident.He cocked his head to the side, an oddly cartoonish motion with the mask on.Repo rose then, and there was so much blood collected in the front of the uniform that it actually splashed onto the ground when he stood, spattering his boots, and he went to put away his knife, only to falter noiselessly, nearly dropping it when his arm gave another protest. The cut had gone through the uniform, slicing the GeneCo label in half and cutting through the shirt he wore underneath, digging into tissue and muscle he refrained from touching it his gloves were too bloody.He put the knife away, and he watched Graverobber for a moment longer before turning and heading away he suspected it wouldn't be the last time he ran into the other man. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The thief stopped in his motions too, giving Repo Man a crooked smirk as if the whole scene was no big deal. As if he often crossed paths with Repo Men, even shared the same body with them. Unlike the GeneCo employee, the entirety of his face was visible, expression accentuated with the white base he was so fond of.His easy self assurance had worked better than he would have hoped. Graverobber had expected some negative response, perhaps in the form of shooing him off or those eyes narrowing under the colored plastic, but there was nothing save for surprise from the other man. Obviously, carrion feeders like himself were rarely so brave. Taking the Zydrate from the corpse was such an easy task now, like breathing or pick pocketing, that he could watch his partner from the corner of his vision as he worked. Movement was especially easy to see.Repo ??s face might be hidden, but his body language was crystal clear. He was confused and hurt. Funny. You didn ??t hear about that in the tabloids. Repo Men were invincible there. Made for better stories, after all. Though the masked figure covered in his victim ??s blood was true. Who knew the giant had so much blood in him? Graverobber knew his own coat was soaking in the stuff and, unlike the doctor ??s vinyl, it would stain, but one extra stain on the natty faux leather hardly mattered.It ??d be like trim or something. Not that he desired to feel pretty for the whores he generally saw. Graverobber pulled out the needle with a little pop. This guy was big enough he ??d probably get two vials out, but the second would probably be of such poor quality he ??d waste the glass. Nah. Better to head to the graveyards. Besides, the GeneCo flunkies probably missed him giving them a good run. They ??d end up complacent, and he couldn ??t have that.Finished, Graverobber watched the Repo Man leave. This time he didn ??t say anything, but the man hadn ??t gutted him for coming close. Before he turned away, though, he did chance a raised eyebrow, almost flirting, the sort traditionally productive members of the work force did over water coolers or cubicle walls or whatever . He did manage not to add an ??I ??ll see you later, then ?? to the other man ??s back, knowing he was pushing his luck as it was.Next time. Now, he thought to himself as he swung his back over his shoulder and stretched his legs, now he had to make a trip to the graves. He had all night, if he wished it. Maybe he'd find a little extra so he'd have time for his new entertainment. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Rotti didn't need to look up from his papers to know who was standing on the other side of his desk a small pile of frozen organs landed just by his hands,"Nathan," Rotti said pleasantly, looking up and finding himself almost taken aback by the sight of the other man as usual, Nathan was dressed in a crisp, clean suit, his hair carefully arranged but his face was drawn, thinner than usual, and his eyes were lined with a sort of crazed sleeplessness just behind the thick frames of his glasses. He was presently lurking near the desk, leaning his hands onto it in a way that displayed precisely how exhausted he was, and a closer inspection told him that the side of Nathan's face was bruised.Just behind him, Rotti could see Luigi watching his oldest son had always had a strange respect for the Repo Man, and he suspected it was due to the fact his son saw a kindred spirit, a killer just like him and Amber was lingering nearby, her eyes half lidded, lined with heavy make up, and she was looking at Nathan like he was a vial of Zydrate."You're looking a little rundown." Rotti added, and Nathan said nothing, simply stared at him with his mouth pulled into a thin line, clearly unamused, "Why don't you have a seat.""You look like you had a good night." Luigi quipped, laughter evident in his nasal voice, but it was in such a way that he sounded as though he wished he'd been there for it. He'd seen Nathan Wallace kill before it was a thing of beauty.And Amber slipped up behind Nathan, chewing on her bottom lip she was clearly high, because she began to run her fingers through his hair, and he had to shrug her off irritably, trying to ignore the lingering sensation of warmth on his skin, too tired and too angry to deal with the Largo children and their disturbing habits."How many more, Rotti?" he asked."It's been a busy month, Nathan." Rotti replied, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, and he looked pointedly at the heart and kidneys, "But you clearly did just fine, after all, you took down that goliath.""How many more?" he repeated, and his voice had changed in a way that made Luigi sit up, his interest piqued.Rotti gave a long suffering sigh, and reached into his desk, removing another file folder, which Nathan took silently he turned then, and nearly ran into Amber, who didn't seem to mind right then, watching him through her fake eyelashes as he moved around her. Luigi gave him one of his horrible, crooked smiles,"See ya at the next drop off." Luigi chortled, and Nathan left GeneCo feeling vaguely dirty from standing so close to the Largos, still trying to shake off the feeling of fingers in his hair. He was disgusted by the entire Largo family, including Amber Sweet, but her touch was lingering in a way that disturbed him, and he knew it was because of how long it had been since that sort of thing had happened.Not since Marni. He had barely even considered it since Marni.He slept on the couch again, face down with his arm hanging over the side, and more unusual, he dreamt. He dreamt about killing a man, tearing his chest open, and finding him filled with an overflowing pool of glowing blue Zydrate that spilled out over his hands, and he dreamt that the Graverobber was watching, his dark lips stretched in that same smile as he waited for the Repo Man to finish with the carcass.And in the dream, he stood, and discovered that he was standing only in darkness, there was nothing around them but darkness, and the body was gone, leaving only a spreading pool of zydrate, and he found himself stepping away from it as it reached for his boots something prodded him hard."Nhmgh?" Nathan burbled, and his head snapped up from the couch, and he found himself looking at a worried Shilo he hated seeing that expression on her face. He was supposed to be the one who worried about things, not her, "I'm fine precious.""Are you going out again tonight?" she asked."Yes, I have to see two patients I'm sorry Shi. It's been a busy month.""It's okay dad, your patients need you too." Shilo said, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder before moving past him, and Nathan watched her and felt his heart break a little. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He had to wiggle the door and press his whole weight against it to get the thing to budge. Creepiest thing to open it and find a pair of metallic eyes staring at him, and this was coming from a man whose resume included robbing graves and stalking Repo Men. So Old Ray was up. The young man actually looked behind him, searching for whoever had come in after him. The formally blind bastard only stayed up for taking rent or bodies, and by the look of it, he ??d been waiting for the latter if his surprised look was any hint. ??I wasn ??t suspecting to see you up, ? Graverobber said, pulling off his gloves as he walked past. ??I could say the same for you, boy. ? Ray chortled and stood with an ??oomph ??. ??Got a few more targets. Might have a job for you if you want the pay. ? Graverobber paused in the door that lead to the stairs, glancing back. ??Or a reduction in your rent. ? The ass was actually smiling as Graverobber gestured for him to go on. Ray was the same sort of man as Rotti, not the Rotti on the official papers, but the Rotti that graced the gossip columns and tabloids. Man knew how to keep people working for him. Rarely, though, did any of his contracts turn out to be down right Faustian. Apparently, morals landed you in a dingy, run down apartment complex doing back alley surgeries for sick whores and scalpel sluts, while their lack got you a company like GeneCo.And kids like that. Graverobber ??s mind flashed to the Largo daughter who had come by, high as a kite and stitches barely holding earlier in the night, demanding more Zydrate. Maybe Old Ray had the better idea. ??I ??ll try and find you one of those old organ carrying units. ? Ray had come over to hand over his repossession files. The younger man took them, foot still in the doorway to the staircase to keep the door propped open. Unlike the usual fine print GeneCo was so fond of, these were in large, block print just like last night ??s. How many of his vials went to paying some addict in the company for these? Ray was sneaky. ??A few nights, I ??ll send you out and you can pick up a few parts for me. Give your Repo Man a bit of competition. ? ??Yeah, and then he leaves me on the sidewalk with his mark. Uh uh. ? Ray grinned toothily as Graverobber turned around, coat swinging out behind him. He could still feel those artificial eyes staring at him through the wood, though GeneCo hadn ??t added an X ray version.The next night he was early again. Perhaps it was because these were people he knew. Maybe not this one, a scrawny little addict with bird like movements that spoke of very little food, but he knew their type. Could see the scars cross his chest from underneath his stringy top. Damned guy probably had the works, probably was more GeneCo than human now. He kept scratching at them with long, damaged fingers that plucked along like he was playing a guitar not checking his stitches.Graverobber was almost glad to see him put out of his misery.Repo Man ??s target's lips twitched up into a smile as he spotted the dealer. His friends were there, too, about four young people that Graverobber ??s mind interpreted as a single, colorful whole. Rarely did any one of them think for themselves, rarely did any of them show some spark that made him catch interest.He was better off in the graveyards. Those people didn ??t disappoint you: they were dead. The dead never lived up to expectations, so there was no point in even having them.A crunch, like a foot had taken the wrong path on an otherwise silent walk. The thief glanced up from his little crowd that pressed up against him, lined eyes staring down the alley. He couldn ??t make anything out, but that was the problem with standing right beneath a light. Anything outside, in the partial darkness, was hidden, and they, they were on stage. One girl had taken to touching his multi streaked hair, her nose against his ear, high up in the stratosphere. The boy, the mark, was whining, pressing his hands under Graverobber ??s shirt to the scarred, hairy chest underneath. He didn ??t have the money, he ??d have it later, he just needed one hit, he ??d do anything. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The night air was hot again, and he could feel the vinyl of the uniform sticking to his skin, and with the exhaustion wracking his brain, he found himself consciously aware of the weight of the knives he kept under his coat, up his sleeves, and in his boot. He felt weighed down by them, but they were needed equipment but at least it was only two marks that night, though the first one appeared to be extensive.Julian Treacher.GeneCo parts for Reposession: lungs, stomach, liver, spleen. Everything but the kitchen sink this guy was so far behind on his payments that it would take most people their entire lifetime to pay it off, plus interest due to the rising prices of inflation. Treacher was hopelessly in debt, as evidenced by the file that Nathan had been given.He stalked the area that Treacher was known to hang around like any other Zydrate addict, they tended to pick an area and stick to it, so it only took a few streets before he located him and he felt his blood pressure rise significantly when he did find him. Treacher was there, yes, a skinny, simpering thing with a map of sutures on his chest and stomach, scantily clad and hanging off of the Graverobber. He faltered in his step just beyond the alleyway, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, and he watched the Graverobber's eyes move to where he was standing he was in darkness, so he was sure he couldn't be seen, but the vulture was lit up like the central character in a stage show, surrounded by hookers and drug addicts who were clinging to every part of him.He would have to wait to get to Treacher there was no rule that said he couldn't take the organs in front of others, but there was more of a risk that someone would interfere when there was a group nearby, and he was already too sore from his fight the previous night. Besides, Nathan didn't want to kill anyone that he wasn't contracted to kill Repo was another story, though.So he hung back he climbed the outside staircase that clung to the side of the apartment complex he was behind, and he waited from a high perch like a bird of prey, backlit by moonlight and watching for the moment he could get Treacher alone. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber didn ??t do well with charity cases. The boy was whimpering, whining, pleading, but he pushed him off. This was his own damned fault. So the kid hadn ??t read the fine print very few of them ever did. At least the girl yesterday, she had been trying . This one had hopped from operating table to operating table, racking up a debt that even Amber might raise an eyebrow at.There were tears, now, there always were, then yelling. The kid was angry, shrieking and kicking the ground. He might have hit Graverobber, but the look from the others hanging off him gave him pause. Boring. Absolutely boring. He ??d seen this very scene five hundred times before.The only thing that redeemed it was the killer waiting in the dark.It wasn ??t that Graverobber wanted to watch a man die. He liked to think of himself as a somewhat decent fellow, if one ignored the whole drug dealing, grave robbing, sleeping around bit. He didn't kill people, he dealt with them when they were dead. Or when they were alive and begging Zydrate from him, though, if he thought along that train of thought, hewasprobably hastening a few of them to their deaths. Not that it really mattered, he thought, running his hands through the short, curly hair of the man that had replaced the Repo Man ??s mark. Everyone was on the same path to about six feet below. Some of them just went a little quicker.They all left corpses, though.The whore jerked away from the herd, clutching himself and shivering even though the night was warm. No Z meant he was afraid and in honest pain, probably something he hadn ??t felt since he had started his scalpel marathon. Graverobber looked up, pushing the new kid ??s hands from his belt. Unlike their former friend, they were doped up on their cure, all save for one, but he changed that quickly once she had paid. Repo ??s bird of a mark turned his head back sharply to the group, glaring nastily, and Graverobber gave him a little wave.They never were polite enough to wave back. This one gave him the finger, his other arm still pressed to his chest, and it annoyed him that the dealer paid him little attention. No. His rimmed eyes were up, watching as if he could see what was going on off stage. Another shove to the kid beneath him and he shrugged off the ones hanging on him, fingers running through his hair and the fake, natty fir of his coat. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Patience paid off he had only been watching for a few minutes before Treacher seemed to lose his temper with the Graverobber as something apparently sent him flying off the handle by the looks of it, he had been denied his fix for the night. He couldn't pay.And for an instant, Nathan found himself struck by the suspicion that the Graverobber was somehow trying to send Treacher away from the flock, trying to separate him, almost as if he was trying to make it easier, make it quicker for the Repo Man to do his intended job. Of course, there was benefit for the scavenger in it when there were bodies, there was Zydrate, and he suspected the Graverobber wasn't the sort with the stomach to do it himself. He watched the Graverobber for another long moment, shifting his jaw, and then he moved across the rooftop, his footsteps scarcely making a sound, and he dropped down like some phantom in the shadows, landing directly on top of Treacher.The man let out an ear piercing shriek that told Repo the new lungs were working very well but he just wasn't in the mood to put up with the noise, his head was already aching from the previous night, and he was feeling a little sour, so he clapped his hand over Treacher's mouth and wrenched hard, forcing the man's mouth shut, clamping the man's teeth over his own tongue in the process. Blood spurted up between Repo's fingers, and muffled noises of pain and terror continued to escape Treacher, up until the point he brought out the knife, and the man's eyes went wide and he fell silent.And that was precisely when Repo realized there was a hand on his knee, and it was sliding up his thigh, the goal obvious as though Treacher thought it might give him a chance. Repo froze only for an instant, confused until he felt fingers where they shouldn't be.Reflexively, he brought the knife down and ended up putting it directly through Treacher's eye, and the man died almost instantly with only a few short moments of spasming, leaving the Repo Man sitting on top of him, completely motionless for a moment, stunned by his own reaction and then he withdrew the knife and got to work.The ribs were easier to pry open then Mendez's had been Treacher was a good deal smaller, so they cracked with spectacular ease in comparison, and he began the messy work of clipping out the lungs, the spleen, the stomach, and the liver. The parts were so new that some of the dissolving stitches were still there. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The screech sent Graverobber ??s informal little pre orgy running. They were whores, the lot of them, but they weren ??tstupidwhores. It was easy to figure out what was happening: the kid couldn ??t pay for Zydrate or surgery, and now the Repo Man was after him. No matter what the official stance on the Repo Men was, every hooker, dealer, and simple peasant of the city knew that King Rotti ??s elite guard was real and stalking down a street nearly every night. The addicts scattered like so many startled pigeons, flying off to where they ??d be out of the way.Graverobber strolled offstage and into the darkness. Ray was right: it was his Repo Man again, hunched over his kill as he began snipping away various designer organs. He was either very brave tonight or very stupid as he came around the killer from behind. As his eyes adjusted he could make out hair that was nearly silver in the dim light sticking out from under the helmet where his neck was exposed from bending his head forward. The thief looked over his shoulder, close enough that his hair trailed down the man ??s neck and whistled. ??I didn ??t know he had replaced itall, ? he said conversationally, than made his biggest mistake that evening.He easily draped a hand on the man ??s shoulder, just the slightest force there to keep balance for a second. Graverobber was already thinking about extracting the Zydrate, the fact that he might pull out two vials from this kid. He was surprised the body didn ??t ooze the glowing blue liquid instead. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He was up to his elbows in the messy work, distracted as he clipped out each organ with expertise, bagging each one as he finished with it it was a lot to take from a single target, but there was no questioning the order Treacher had replaced a majority of his organs, the worst kind of surgery addict, particularly because he couldn't even scrape up enough to make the monthly payments and just kept getting replacements. Judging by the way his kidneys looked, they were replacements as well, but not GeneCo likely some back alley surgery he'd had done when he realized GeneCo wouldn't let him take out a loan on any more parts.He rubbed his hands against his legs to remove some of the gore that was collecting on his fingers, and he realized there was a residual touch still lingering on his thigh from where Treacher had touched him. He tried to shake it off tried to concentrate on his work but then a shadow loomed nearby, and the lights were dim, but it was enough to make out a vague silhouette, the long hair telling him who it was.Graverobber.Like a predator interrupted in the middle of a feed, the Repo Man froze, his back hunching his body language made him look as though he might even snarl. But then he felt something Graverobber's hair tickling the nape of his neck, and it was enough to send a small shudder through him, his hands clenching as he heard the man's voice just a little too close.And then a hand on his shoulder.Before he even knew he was doing it, the Repo Man was on his feet and had whirled around, rounding on the Graverobber, one hand securing around the vulture's throat and backing him into a wall. Nathan wasn't as big as the myths claimed, but his strength betrayed his appearance, a bizarre power coming from him, and his voice came out as a low, rasping growl,"You're stalking me." he hissed. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He ??d pushed the Repo Man too far.This was a strangely familiar position for him, what with the Largo daughter ??s habit of violence. But Amber was never so strong. Her nails, whatever length she had chosen that week, might bite into his neck and leave marks, but she never had this raw force behind her well sculpted hands.Graverobber ??oofed ?? as he was pushed up against the wall, head connecting with the brick behind him. Not enough to black out, but he saw busts of light and that frightening mask. Thank God for the darkness: low lighting meant he could see through them to the eyes underneath.Not that it really improved things. Those eyes were hard, lines furrowing the narrow strip of brow and nose that he could see. ??I am, ? he choked back, raising his hands up along the old cement wall, the rough stone scrapping uncovered skin. Look, his body language said, or he hoped it said, I ??m not touching you any more. I ??m not a threat. ??Saves me a step in having to go dig up the bodies. ? Graverobber rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, trying to find some comfortable way of holding himself. The vinyl gloves covered in blood and other fluids barely slipped as he moved, the monster was pressing so hard. And there was blood enough on his hands, though the thief was unsure how the kid had kept so much of the liquid in his scrawny frame. ??I wasn ??t aware Repo Men were so anti social, ? he said, throat working around the words. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The eyes behind the mask stared hard at the Graverobber, unblinking and angry and lined with exhaustion he was tired and raging, and right then, the Repo Man in him just wanted to squeeze until the scavenger turned blue but no, he didn't have time for this, he needed to finish the job. The Graverobber was an annoyance, but he wasn't on the list he didn't need to die that night.Shame.If the mask hadn't been there, Graverobber would have seen gritted teeth, he would have seen a moment of barely shielded fury on Nathan's face, and he gave another hard squeeze, ramming the other man back against the wall once more before releasing him, letting him breathe again. Immediately, he turned away from Graverobber and back to his task, wrenching out the stomach and jamming it into a bag, his temper barely maintained at that point, and with Graverobber behind him, he continued his work, sawing away. This lasted for a few moments, and when he finally turned again, he was dripping blood, and holding Treacher's head like it belonged to a Gorgon with it secured in his hand by the hair, he looked directly at Graverobber, and spoke in the same rasping voice,"Go get it."And in hitherto unheard of display of humour, he hurled Treacher's head with incredible accuracy up onto a nearby roof, and began to walk away, heading for his next target. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber sucked in a greedy breath when the Repo Man turned away. For a moment, just a moment, he had thought it was over, that some other dealer would be around to collect his own Zydrate. Made his nose burn just thinking about it.But Repo hadn ??t killed him. The vulture took another deep breath, preening himself, trying to get at least some of the blood out of the fur of the collar. The sticky liquid was already cloying up on his hands and even in his hair, leaving the ends dark and whole like some sort of grisly brush. But he was alive. Repo hadn ??t killed him. ??Go get it. ? Graverobber looked up, eyebrows arched on his expressive face. What was he doing with the ? ? The head sailed over his own before he really even realized it was a head, not that the blood and hair and the remainder of one eye wasn ??t a dead give away. The scavenger stared at it, not moving until the Repo Man had left fully.Fuck that. He had other work to do than chase down a single head. There were graves with bodies in them that wouldn't be on the roofs. He stepped over the husk that was once home to all the latest fads in surgery, whistling to himself.The Repo Man hadn ??t killed him.That thought buoyed him up as he worked, breaking into above ground tombs. People rarely got buried these days, the ground already being thick with coffins. Oh, sure, a few rich folks might get six feet under, but most ended up in a concrete box above ground. Or, worse, in the mass graves that were rumoured to exist, where GeneCo dropped off all their corpses. He ??d yet to find them once he had, he imagined it would make the job easier for awhile, till they stepped up patrols.Where he was working this evening was a somewhat peaceful area. There were a few large mausoleums across the way, and while there was a cop here and there, it was nothing like the numbers he had seen at more well to do corners. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The last job that evening was one that would stay with Nathan Wallace for the rest of his life, despite his best efforts to forget it. Like many other repo assignments, he had to go to the woman's home in this case, it was an apartment complex on the third floor, and he climbed the staircase so he could enter in through the balcony door, slipping in noiselessly.Lilly Barber.GeneCo property for Repossession: heart.He found her in her living room she was a woman in her forties, possessed of thick, curly red hair and large green eyes, and judging by how stiff she was, she had been dead for several hours. On the table beside her was a Zydrate needle with an empty vial, and there was a large kitchen knife sticking out of her chest it didn't take much investigation to realize that the zydrate had been used for her to build up the courage to do it.The GeneCo heart was ruined the message of defiance left Nathan staggered for a moment and made the Repo Man let out a short, harsh sounding bark of laughter because what else could he do? Somehow, she had known he was coming, and had taken her own life rather than being carved up. Occasionally, there were write offs when an organ was too damaged to be of any value to GeneCo, but this was the first time that Nathan had encountered a target who had purposely made the organ worthless.He made his way back through the cemetary, carrying what was left of Treacher in one hand, and Barber's ruined heart in the other. He moved swiftly, swerving around gravestones with practised ease, having memorized the trail many years before, and he made his way towards Marni's mausoleum only to discover someone was lingering nearby.This time the Repo Man really did snarl, because Graverobber was in his sight again, and the very fact he was so close to Marni's tomb was enough to send his blood pressure through the roof, and he moved towards Graverobber with heavy footsteps, his fists clenched, shoulders hunched. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | This was more like it. Graverobber hummed to himself, crouching down the body he had just pulled out. It was ill preserved, but there was no sign of pain in that rotting face. Most undertakers tended to prepare the body like that, though, had all sorts of tricks to make even the most horrified look smooth out into one like sleep. Then again, most of the people that ended up buried weren ??t the sort that died horrific deaths like the one he saw earlier this evening.He knew the patrols with their simple, strict rounds. No one would come this way for about a good quarter hou ?? Graverobber rocked back onto the balls of his feet, listening. There were footsteps, loud, heavy ones. That wasn ??t the sound of a GeneCo employee on patrol. Neither was that snarl. He was only half up, his kit still scattered on the ground, when the fist connected with his face with all the force of a battering ram. Good God, was that hand metal underneath it all? He was down again quickly, the pre set vials scattering away as his hand scrambled to find purchase on the dusty ground.Not just a handhold. Some sort of weapon. A rock. Wait. ??The fuck? ? he snarled, covering his face with his arm, the one that still had the half full Zydrate vial in it. His nose was bleeding, as was his top lip from where it had snagged on his teeth. He could feel the warmth, especially in his nose as blood leaked back down his nasal cavities, his mouth tasting like someone had dumped a load of coins in it.Oh, God. He hadn ??t meant to find him now, not when he ??d angered him just an hour or so before, if that. The man wouldn ??t believe him. ??What, are you from here, too? ? he cried out stuffily. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | It would become very clear that the Graverobber had made some poor choices in the last few days his decision to follow the Repo Man, to stalk his job was a bad one, but even worse had been when he'd gotten too close, and when he'd touched him.But worst of all was when he had admitted to him that he was stalking him, because now, as Graverobber truly ran into Nathan by chance, he had no way of verbally defending himself or making the other man believe it was all some horrible, horrible misunderstanding. No, finding Graverobber again, directly outside of Marni's tomb was what had sent him flying off the handle, particularly with the implication that the other man had either been intending on defacing her mausoleum, or that he somehow knew more about Nathan than anyone should have.So he found himself entirely unapologetic in the face of the Graverobber's indignity Nathan was satisfied by the sight of blood streaming from the other man's nose, but the Repo Man wanted to see more. He advanced on the scavenger again while he was on the ground, leaping on top of the other man like an incensed predator, straddling Graverobber's stomach, his hands gripping the lapels of the man's jacket, yanking his upper body towards him,"You're becoming a problem," he hissed. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | ??I ??m the problem? ? Repo was surprisingly heavy on his stomach for such a small guy. Must be the uniform or the fact that he was a mass murderer. Both tended to weigh heavily on a man ??s chest, even if most of his weight was on his knees. ??You followed me this time. ? Damn. That could have been a lot betterwithoutthe sharp knives.He let his head loll as he watched his attacker, examining right where his body was. He ??d have one shot, and that was if he was lucky. Time to turn on the charm. Or what he ??d like to think was charm, though in more normal situations would have probably made people very, very uncomfortable. Graverobber arched an eyebrow, one corner of his painted mouth twitching up. ??I really don ??t need another admirer, but I could make an exception for you, ? he said silkily, adjusting the syringe in his gloved hands. ??Something about a man in uniform. ? The two men were exposed, right there in front of one of the large mausoleums. In a few minutes, it probably wouldn ??t matter what the Repo Man did to him. His tools were strewn across the blue tinted pathway. ??Maybe I can make you a deal. ? Silver hair meant the person above him was probably getting on in years, and this was a painfully physical job. He must feel it in every joint and muscle. ??I ??ve got good stuff. Probably make your nights easier. Fantastic high, too. ? If he could talk his way out of this ? Stabbing a Repo Man was a ticket to having his body be left out in several pieces for the trashmen to find, and Graverobber had gotten quite used to being whole. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | This was unusual for Repo he was used to people shuddering and wetting themselves with fear at the mere sight of him he was used to struggles, and screams, and kicking and cries for help, but what he wasn't used to was this faustian personality. Even now, the Graverobber was talking, he was boldly trying to worm his way out of the situation, using the only tactic he had his merchandise, the drugs he sold.As a surgeon, Nathan was familiar with Zydrate and its properties he had seen enough people on it to know all of it's effects, but being that he was one of the lucky ones, he had never needed to use it, he had never had an organ failure that required it to come into play. So, instead of being tempted by the Graverobber's offer like many in the city would have been, he found himself instead annoyed by it, irritated by the other's attempts to buy him out of his rage, and he made a point of refusing by securing a hand around Graverobber's throat.It was clear that the man's attempts were not appreciated, and right then it didn't seem to matter that Nathan was smaller than the Graverobber, because he made up for the difference in sheer experience, his strength seeming almost superhuman for the thin frame it was derived from. Right then, he just wanted to choke all of that smarminess right out of the scavenger, but he also couldn't help the feeling that he would get it all over his uniform if he squeezed too hard.The father in Nathan wanted to scold Graverobber for his behaviour and send him on his way, the Repo Man just wanted to make him suffer for a while to make his point, and the point was very clearly:Stop following me. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Dealing with the dead for too long did something to a person. Everyone was dead to him, including himself, it was just a matter of stages. He let his eyes flutter closed as he tried to take another breath around the tightening hand at his throat. God. The man would squeeze and squeeze till his eyes popped out, and that wasn ??t the death he had ever envisioned for himself. He had imagined something ? quicker.Of course he had to find the only non addict in the city. ??You don ??t want Zydrate, I ??ll pay in something other than Zydrate, ? he croaked out, the words strangely familiar. He had heard the same deal at least once a weak, if not more. Most of them, though, weren ??t battering for their lives. Now he was starting to feel fear, but it wasn ??t the bowel loosening, quivering sort. It was something separate for him, like he was afraid for a character on the screen, not himself.So maybe he was a little more off his nut than he thought.Graverobber swallowed, working this throat as if that ??d somehow get him out of that grip. ??Now would not be the time to ask if you work out, ? he added, knowing earlier confidence had stalled the Repo Man, hopefully it ??d do it again.Or make him bash his head into the cobblestone pathway he was holding him up above. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He was progressively choking the breath out of the Graverobber to make his point painfully clear to the scavenger, but he discovered midway through that it wasn't actually doing any good when the other man offered to pay in ways besides Zydrate. As though he had read Graverobber's mind, he suddenly removed his hand from the man's throat, grabbed hold of his thick, knotted hair, and slammed his head down once into the cobblestones, barely resisting the urge to slap some sense into the other man.The quippiness was starting to grate his nerves, and he nearly threw his hands up in frustration before he resumed choking Graverobber, his hand clenching the man's throat like a vice grip. All of the irritations of the week were suddenly seeping in all of the exhaustion and pain, all the killing and chasing, and the irritation of Rotti and the leverage he had over him, and Amber Sweet touching him, Luigi lingering like some horrible little rodent, and Shilo being at home alone for too many hours."You will not follow me again." he ground out it wasn't a request, or a question judging by the growl in his voice it was an order, "Say it." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | God, more lights. Graverobber cringed, preparing himself for the second slam into the pavement. So this was it, eh? He ??d end up with his brains and skull in a paste in some cemetery. Crap way to die.It never came. Instead was that horrible choking with hands as strong as steel. This was what the stories were made out of. Repo Man might not be tall enough to play professional basketball, nor was he built like a brick wall of muscle, but he was strong enough to squeeze every bit of air from his purchased lungs. He remembered fuzzily attacks he ??d had as a child, where, no matter how wide he opened his mouth, air simply refused to fill his lungs. ??I won ??t follow you. ? He got that lie out on his last breath, dark eyes open now to watch his killer. He had dropped the Zydrate to claw at the man ??s hands, trying to get him off, to loosen the fingers around his neck so he could gulp down another lungful of air. Now the primal panic was setting in, the fight or flight response that had been delayed. Graverobber scratched with stubby, dirty nails, trying to get at skin beneath vinyl or get that mask off so he could get at the eyes. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | There it was.Finally, there it was.It had taken getting to the last few ounces of air, squeezing hard enough to bruise, holding on and drawing it out, but finally, he saw the familiar look in Graverobber's eyes, the one he had been searching for it wasn't fear, but it was the survival instinct, the one that every human being ultimately had lurking deep inside of them. It didn't matter how cocky or tough they were, when it came down to their lives, humans were supposed to fight for it, and invoking the response in the scavenger beneath him was somehow reassuring for reasons he didn't want to explore.He felt Graverobber's fingers scrabbling up his sleeves for purchase, felt the man's hands trying to wrench off the mask, but he had done this so many times that all he needed to do was lean forward a little on his knees to put an uncomfortable pressure on the thief's chest, practically forcing out the last bit of air.And with the choked words, he held onto the man's throat only for a second longer, and then finally released him and rose from him all at once, wordlessly dissappearing into the darkness of the cemetary and leaving Graverobber on the ground to sort himself out.He listened to Shilo recount her television show that night, and fell asleep on a chair in her room. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Bruises were the last of his concern. He was drowning. He was drowning in this damned, humid heat, on this fucking ground below some boogieman that got a stiffy from murdering.Deaths like this didn ??t happen to him. They happened to others, to fools that got themselves too deep in Rotti ??s lion pit, that sold away their soul to GeneCo for a pretty inside and a life of chasing the damned blue glow of Zydrate.Apparently, it also happened to graverobbers that got their noses in things that weren ??t their business. And the bastard wasn ??t even going to let him live after that forced admission. Maybe he knew he was lying through his teeth. God, what had he done? He ??d touched him, and this was the response?It was right then, where darkness started burning into his vision, that the monster let him go. The vulture turned on his side, taking in deep, shaking breaths, touching his own throat in disbelief as the Repo Man stalked away, his vinyl scrubs swinging with his gait. Now he looked taller from this angle, more threatening, and Graverobber felt strangely ? Alive.He closed his eyes, groping along the ground for his pack. He needed to drag himself out of the way. Into a crypt so he could collect himself, wait for the patrols to pass , then get home. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The Repo Man had moved through the graveyard, and the beams of light from the armed Guards reflected off of the vinyl, but he didn't hasten his movements no, the guards passed the light right over him, knowing what he was and knowing better than to question his presence in the cemetary. He was a ghoul there, one of the few who would be allowed to be in any part of the city at any time, regardless of circumstances he had the unquestionable authority of Rotti Largo behind him, and the GeneCo insignia on his uniform was enough to send the most saged guard into the sweats.The guards did their sweep of the cemetary, just the way they did every other night, every hour on the hour but they did it quickly, some of them spooked by their sparing glimpse of the Repo Man, unsure of where he had dissappeared to. Luckily for Graverobber, their search wasn't terribly thorough, and he was bypassed as he tried to find his breath again inside the mausoleum.And the next day, Nathan woke up sore again, his body protesting the abuse he had put it through over the last few nights, urging him to just go back to sleep. A glance up told him Shilo was still asleep, and the orange light through the window told him it was incredibly early. He rubbed at his aching eyes with his palms, and he made his way to the bathroom he saw his own reflection in the mirror and balked at the sight of it at the very least, he needed to shave.He ended up taking a shower so hot that it nearly burnt his skin, and he stepped out of it feeling a little more human he took the time to shave and make himself presentable again, combing his hair so it no longer stuck out ridiculously, and putting on his glasses. He observed himself in the mirror for another long moment he had lost weight he hadn't needed to lose, there were dark rings under his eyes he looked terrible.When Shilo woke up, she expressed a bizarre amount of joy for the fresh pineapple he had cut up for her breakfast, and they sat at the front window and watched the sun rise high over the gates, and he tried not to think about how only hours before, he had nearly choked a man to death. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He ??d never understood druggies or scalpel sluts. The idea simply didn ??t make sense to him. Sure, he attracted them like the pied piper of whores and burn outs, and he certainly spent enough time with them, but the idea of having such an obsession with anything barely registered with him.Most things were boring.Repo Man was not boring.There was something about a grey haired Repo Man that just didn ??t sit right with him. Grey haired, and he should be settled down with a family or a stable job. Graverobber snorted as he went through that day ??s gossip rags. Boring stuff, most of it, the same stories repeated a hundred times: jealous lovers, out of control rich kids, murders and robberies. He scared an older whore, out of her mind on Zydrate if the wide eyes and lax mouth told him anything, when he chuckled. Graverobber always loved the ads. They promised beauty, perfection, everything one could ever want.Designer organs looked the same as any other when they were ripped out of a still seizing body by a grey haired Repo Man, with hard eyes highlighted with bags and hands with a grip a man twice his size shouldn ??t have had.The weather didn ??t let up at all that week, temperature and humidity even rising as the days wore on. Graverobber was careful to stay away from the marks, but he did haunt the area around where Repo would be, trying for ? he wasn ??t quite sure what he was trying for. The man had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with the dealer, he still had the yellowing bruises to prove it, but that didn ??t change the fact that he was intrigued.Couldn ??t sit the man down for a talk, though. That obviously hadn ??t worked. What had him wound so tightly that a pat on the shoulder had set him off like that? Graverobber propped himself up on the fire escape of an old, long abandoned building, whistling as he leafed through a few magazines, a foot dangling as he mixed various jingles. They all sort of ran together in his mind, anyways, with that constant droning up above. He lacked his coat today, feeling it was too damned hot to work. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Repo Men didn't get days off they were on call 24 7, though Nathan was sure he was the only one who did the job unwillingly the majority of Repo Men had applied for the job, the sociopaths and psychotics of the city who found immense joy in their work, the ones who would be out killing people if they didn't have the job anyways. GeneCo just provided them with a legal backdrop for their sick activities, official papers to support their killings, leaving them unaccountable for anything extra they did in the process.But Nathan didn't do the job because he liked it he maintained that, even to himself. No, he didn't like it Repo might, the night surgeon side of him may have found some twisted joy in it all, but he most certainly did not. As Nathan Wallace, he was a loving and dedicated father, and a perpetually mourning husband he was a reliable, caring doctor and a decent, law abiding citizen.But at night, things changed because they had to, he had no choice but to do GeneCo's bidding.He just wished the uniforms weren't so damn hot.He was aware of the density of the fabric again, but this time he could feel his own sweat on his forehead as he dug his hands into George Elder's abdomen and wrenched out the intenstine in a messy, bloody rope, tossing it aside to access the stomach. The smell of the city combined with the smell of death was almost too much, and he had to resist the urge to throw his mask off, or to peel off the uniform to try and get away from some of the wretched heat.The upside had been that the streets seemed to move slower from the heat, fewer people dotted the streets when it was so stiflingly hot, and it made his job just that much easier, even if the temperature made it difficult to stand. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Oh, shit.This time, it was completely not his fault. He hadn ??t taken a good look at Old Ray ??s print outs, even when the man offered , and he was here, relaxing on the metal about a story above the ground, just to suffer out the heat.His Repo Man, though, was followinghimnow! Graverobber dropped the magazine behind him to watch, leaning back lazily. Repo ??s victim was a middle aged man today, well off if his clothes said anything about his profession. He must have been trying to find a loop hole to get out of paying, risking his own life to save a few bucks. He was dark haired and a little on the heavy side, and he screamed and kicked and begged as Repo began cutting into him. He even offered money, though Graverobber knew from personal experience how wellthatwould go.It was messy work and Graverobber didn ??t envy him. He was watching not for entertainment, but in a sort of appreciative way. It was gruesome, it was ugly, but his Repo Man had art. Probably would be a fantastic surgeon if he didn ??t kill his patients. The dealer lazed on the impromptu balcony, scratching his scars in sympathy.Now he really did feel like a vulture, propped up like that as he waited for the predator to finish his kill. The heat must have fried his brain, because he called out lowly, ??They make you work in that outfit in this heat? Rotti is a sadistic bastard. ? |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | George Elder was a bigger man, overweight from an easy and overindulgent life that very few in the city ever got to experience his penchant for food and especially for drink had been progressively destroying parts of his body, and the first thing to go had, ironically, been the man's stomach. His old part had been covered in ulcers from overdrinking, so the new stomach had been a neccessity before the gaping holes hemhorraged and killed him sadly, the surgery hadn't stopped Merchant's drinking habits, and now his esophagus was going. He had even scheduled himself for another surgery in short order, but given that he hadn't gotten around to paying off his first one, it was looking a little unlikely.So when Elder screamed his terror, his voice came out as a rasping croak that didn't actually get very loud, his voice too raw from his alcoholism to really have any power behind it. It quickly became clear to him that his terror was in no way discouraging the Repo Man, so he turned to bargaining as his shirt was cut open, trying to offer anything he could money, stocks, power."What do you want?" Elder had shouted, desperate but there was no answer for him it took longer to get to the organs because of the thickness of the man's flesh, so the process was a little more drawn out than most. The upside to the overweight was that they were usually easy to catch, but getting to the required parts could be a task.So he had been tugging out the intestine, digging through the build up of fat that had surrounded the man's internal organs, and he'd had his hand stuck inside the gaping hole he'd carved out, when he heard it, a voice overhead like the devil on his shoulder. For a moment, the Repo Man froze, and then his shoulders slumped, and he brought one bloody fist up to the mask, pressing it against where the nose would be in a clear gesture of frustration.He wrenched his hand out of Elder with an unfortunate wet, squishing sound, and he stood, turning and looking directly up at the Graverobber, who was lingering on a rattling old staircase. The knife still in one hand, Repo held his arms out at his sides in a stance that very clearly stated: 'what the hell?'He dropped his hands back to his sides, slapping the flat of the knife against his thigh, and right then it was obvious that if he had the luxury of a gun, he would have probably shot Graverobber.Likely in the knees."There are others," he said, and his voice was like that of a parent trying to reason with a particularly stubborn child, a bizarre combination with the rasping tone, "There are others, follow one of them around." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber pulled his leg up, managing even that with something of a flourish. Best to keep his parts away. Knives didn ??t have much range, but he could lose a dangling foot. ??You found me, ? he said simply, pursing his lips in aborted amusement. Laughing now wouldn ??t be a good idea. Blood from the chubby man ??s body glittered on his mask, catching the light and making the vinyl look wet.Well. More wet than it was.He curled his lips, unable to resist. ??You could always take the mask off. I can ??t really see you in detail, you know, ? he offered, still lounging back. Tonight there was a coiled energy in his frame, like the heat had kept him bored and he was restless. ??You could always just throw up the wallet. Weather ??s making me lazy, and I don ??t look forward to turning him over. ? Graverobber watched him warily, still unafraid, though. Fingers curled around the brittle iron so he could drag himself up into an upright position. ??Are all the other Repo Men grey haired? ? he asked, wiping rust on his pants as he spoke. "No retirement age?" |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Repo found himself tugging on the strap of leather that pressed against his chin, suddenly irritated by it's presence, and he unbuckled it so it hung down and out of the way, and he could feel some of the air on his neck but there was no relief in it, because the air was just as hot and sticky. He cocked his head to the side, staring up at Graverobber, suddenly wishing he could get his hands on the man's throat again, particularly when he got that smug look tugging at his painted lips again.He resisted the urge to do something childish like hurl the wallet at the other man's head, and mildly irritated by the fact he had noticed his hair colour he remembered then that his mask didn't completely cover him, that the nape of his neck must have been showing when he was leaning over one of the bodies in the previous nights it made him question which of the patients he had been working on when Graverobber had noticed.And how close Graverobber had been standing when he'd seen it."We don't exactly get a benefits plan." he replied flatly, kneeling back down to the body and continuing his work, pushing his hand back inside of Elder's open trunk cavity his hand came back out with the stomach, and he maneuvered it until he could access the medical connection, snipping the stomach away. Almost immediately, it began to leak out fluids and bile, and he let it for a few moments storing the stomach with too much acid still in it tended to make it more difficult to store properly.When he was done, he wrapped the organ, and then dug into Elder's jacket, yanking out the wallet that Graverobber was so interested in and jamming it deep inside of the dead man's body, somewhere near the ribcage. He rose then, brushed his hands off onto his legs, and gestured theatrically to the corpse as though to say 'there you go' before he turned and moved off to the side of the alleyway, stepping out of the streetlight and into the shadow, leaning himself up against the wall. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Oh, the bastard. Graverobber watched, that same, amused smirk tugging on his stained lips, as the Repo Man took the wallet, let him have a good enough look from this angle to see that it was indeed the wallet, and shoved the designer accessory up somewhere behind what Graverobber was guessing was his lungs. The scavenger was gracious enough to give a little bow as his opposite rose.He felt a tingle go down his spine as he pushed himself forward, forgoing the ladder to hop down into a crouching position, face turned towards the shadows as he hesitated, just for a second. A few nights back, Repo Man had nearly killed him, had pushed his knee into the area right beneath his ribs and squeezed all the air out of him like a blow up doll. He could do it again tonight, easily, and Graverobber had heard the footsteps stop nearby, could see the outline of the night surgeon.No point in worrying now. He was already on the ground, and should the Repo Man choose to, he couldn ??t exactly get away at the moment. The man could just wander over, finish the job now at a leisurely pace and be back home for breakfast. Graverobber straightened some, strolling over to the body. Yep. Under the lungs. Wouldn ??t be able to hawk the wallet now. He rolled up his sleeve and plunged his arm into the cavity, all the way up to his shoulder and dug around. Ugh. The body was still warm. He liked it better when they had the chance to cool. Ah! There!Grinning, he pulled out the wallet and wiped it on the man ??s shirt before tucking it into his back pocket. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The Repo Man said nothing he was so still and silent right then that someone may have mistaken him for a freakish statue, built against the wall of the dank alleyway to scare people away. He stood outside the radius of light that the dim street lamp was emanating, but some of the residual was reflecting off the shining visor and glimmering in the blood droplets that had spattered his scrubs. His arms were crossed over his chest, his legs crossed at the ankles, but his back was so stiff that he managed to make an intensely casual posture look formal.And even though his face was covered, there was a clear air of amusement surrounding him as he watched the scavenger climb down from his perch and sidle towards the body there was only the barest moment of uncertainty from Graverobber, a brief nervousness as he no doubt reflected on what had happened not so very long ago even from a few feet away, Repo could see the bruises on the other man's throat. He flexed his fingers, remembering the feeling of the neck in his hands, and thinking about precisely how easy it would be to do it again right then.But no, he satisfied himself to just watch the other man drop down to the body of George Elder and stick his hand inside of it. Nathan Wallace would balk at the image, fearing for the unsanitary conditions, for the germs and disease that the insides would be rife with, but the Repo Man was almost gleeful at the sight and at the Graverobber's willingness to do something that so many others would find intensely disturbing. It was a few moments of digging around, and he watched the scavenger's face twist with a multitude of different expressions, and eventually the joyous one that indicated he had found what he was looking for, tucked beneath a lung.It was like an easter egg hunt for the homicidal.He watched Graverobber wipe the wallet off on the dead man's shirt, and then a harsh noise escaped him a short, rough bark of laughter, and it's brevity was caused by Nathan's horrified realization of what he was doing.God, he needed sleep before he started using corpses for some sort of nightmarish puppet show.He turned then, heading down the alleyway and away from Graverobber this guy was bringing out the worst in him. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber twitched at the noise, rocking back onto the balls of his feet. Wait. Was that ? Was that a laugh?He grinned crookedly at the figure as he stood, brushing his hands off on his pants. At least the Repo Man had enjoyed the show. ??Next time hide it in a more difficult place to reach! ? he called out after the man, blood stained hands cupping his mouth to project his voice. It startled some old homeless man who had been unconscious a few meters back and Graverobber turned his head towards the ??yelp ??. When he looked back, Repo was gone.The dealer did back off then, consciously staying away from the man ??s routes to give him time to cool down. Hopefully the bloody game of hide and go seek had ingratiated himself with the killer, but he had work to do. Like actually dealing, getting roughed about by Amber, then having to go crawling through the graves to get more Zydrate. That slut was getting more and more familiar with him, as if a few hurried fucks in front of her leashed pets was some sort of way to make friends with her drug dealer.Didn ??t work all that well.Regular whores, now, those were easy. Graverobber had a fairly simple outlook on people: there were three groups, whores, scalpel sluts, and others. Most people fell into the first or the second. Amber straddled the last two with legs wide open, as she did with most things. Repo was one of the few that fell solidly in the last.Shame. He would have liked to see a mix of category one and two with that man, if only because of his interest in him. Smirking, the dealer ran his hands through the gelled hair of his most recent customers, a nice boy with a face like a pincushion with all his studs and hoops. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan sat in the basement with his hands on his head, his elbows leaning onto a cold steel table, his wide eyes pinned onto the GeneCo Repossession mask that sat in front of him, staring back at him with its dark visor. It had been going on two weeks now that Rotti had been sending him piles of repossessions to do, and at that point the forty something had gone beyond the realm of exhaustion. Now, when he came home from a night of repossessions, he couldn't drop onto the bed and fall asleep, because now it was as though his overtired brain was too confused to realize he had to sleep to stay moderately sane. Instead, he would nod off for minutes at a time, and occasionally woke back up swinging his hand like he had a knife in it, the motion so ingrained and automatic now that he found himself paranoid of standing too close to Shilo.And Shilo, she was confused. She knew there was something wrong, so he'd told her he was coming down with a flu from one of his patients and needed to limit contact until he was feeling better he felt guilty for lying to her, and keeping his distance from his daughter was killing him inside, but he couldn't risk that he might somehow show her that side of himself.He stared at the mask so long that his eyes nearly dried out, and he had to force himself to blink, an action that should have been automatic but had somehow become a chore. His eyes shifted slowly to the repossession forms by his elbow only one that evening for the first time in weeks, and he found himself struggling against the hope that the numbers were finally waning, that maybe the sleepless nights would be over.Just one to cut up, one more squirming faceless thing that would screech and yowl while he did his job he'd lost his temper with one the previous night, because the thing had kicked and screamed and yelled for so long that it felt as though someone had taken a grater to his raw nerves. He'd cut the guy's face open from ear to ear and created a wide, gaping mouth that seemed to finally match the noises that were coming out of it, and there had been so much blood and mess that it had made him even angrier, and somehow he'd ended up sitting on a mess of flesh with vocal cords in his hand and that wasn't even a part he had been sent to repo. He couldn't remember how it had happened, but he knew he had done it.But at least Graverobber had stopped following him several days ago, in fact. It was one less thing to bother with.Though, for some strange reason, Repo was displeased by this. Nathan maintained it was a good thing the vulture had finally left him alone he was a problem, not quite a threat, but he had the potential to become one if he lingered for too long. He couldn't risk letting the Graverobber know too much about him, especially after that time he'd found him near Marni's mausoleum.It had been nearly a week since he'd seen Graverobber, now that he thought about it Repo wondered if someone had gotten their hands on the drug dealer and did something awful to him. It would be a shame, because Repo liked the idea of doing it himself.Time was moving in broken pieces for Nathan, because he blinked and found himself outside again, masked and covered in blood from a body he didn't remember slicing up, a patient he didn't remember staking out but he must have, because the removed eyes were staring up at him from his palm.You're losing it.He moved through the back alleys, knowing he should go home and try to sleep, but for reasons he couldn't identify, he wasn't heading for his home, he was going elsewhere, moving down side streets and through tunnels, down dark cobblestones until he found what he was looking for. Graverobber, lit up like a stage show and surrounded by supporting cast, eager whores and surgery addicts who were there to purchase his wares Repo Man pulled out his knife, a ten inch serrated blade, and he walked up the alley, scraping the blade against the rough brick wall, sparks flying up around the vinyl clothed monster.And they scattered like rats, they scattered. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | All of them except for Graverobber. The man stood there, watching as the monster stalked up to him, blue white sparks thrown off his blade. It was a nightmare come true.So why was he so excited?He was starting to wonder if he had developed some sort of death wish. A sensible man would have run away, screaming and whimpering. A sensible man would have begged and cried. A sensible man would probably be dead in a few minutes, triggering the Repo Man ??s predator instinct.Instead, he raised his eyebrow in a completely unsensible manner and held out his arms like a gracious host. Graverobber almost looked clean tonight, as if he had recently gone home and showered instead of spending the day at the side of some alleyway. His hip was alight with small, glass bullets of Z under his coat. ??And you seem so disinterested the other night, ? he said, that cocky, smug smile playing at his lips. ??Reconsidered my offer. ? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he was in trouble. Had to be the only dealer on the street that had his own Repo Man. Maybe he should feel honoured. Putting on his best, oily smirk, he tucked a hand against his stomach and bowed. ??To what do I owe this pleasure? ? he said silkily, raising his head to look into those visored eyes. He had to be the oddest character Repo Man would come across, or he ??d be dead, another corpse to be thrown into the large mass grave they kept the trash.And that wasn't the way he wanted to find all those bodies. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He had stopped expecting the Graverobber to supply appropriate gut responses to his presence where everyone else with even a thread of sanity left rattling around in their head would have run away, or at least shown some semblance of fear, Graverobber simply smiled and quirked his eyebrow as though he was getting an unexpected visit from an old friend. Repo couldn't say he shared the perspective, but it was interesting to get a different reaction after years of similar ones.But putting the fear into Graverobber wasn't his intention, regardless of the fact he wondered how the man's painted face would look contorted into an expression of terror no, his purpose here was much more straight forward, much simpler. He wanted to just return the favour and starting out by chasing away a night's worth of customers was somehow amusing to the Repo Man. Naturally, they would be back in a while, they would sidle down the alleyway again once they decided the need for a fix outweighed the urge to stay in one piece, but for now he was providing a niggling little problem for Graverobber.He rounded on Graverobber, moving in a slow circle around the other man his footsteps were solid and quick, but there was a sort of restless agitation to him now that hadn't been there before, where he was normally calculated in his movements, he seemed somehow twitchy."I was bored." he replied, his voice a deep, growling rumble that turned schizophrenically into a laugh, "You were so entertaining last time that I came to see what show you would put on tonight." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Until they came back, though, he was left with this insane monster. ??Flattery won ??t get you a discount, ? he purred, standing still as the other circled him. He was like a damned shark, and Graverobber had no intention of putting any blood in the water to start the feeding frenzy.Well. Notmuchblood. ??Which part did you enjoy more, strangling me or ruining Chubby ??s wallet? ? Repo was twitchy tonight, filled with an unidentifiable energy. Maybe he ??d found some other drug to get high off, maybe he didn ??t have enough blood on his hands and he was going insane from some sort of starved blood lust. ??I have to say that I ??m more used to the first, though you ??ve got more strength than the scalpel slut that usually does it. Less in the way of nails, though, ? he added, rubbing at his neck. The bruises had faded, but having Repo circling him like he was the buzzard this evening reminded him of the five, very distinct pricks of pain.Stupidly, he reached for the Repo Man, pressing a hand on his chest to stop the circling. ??You get those scrubs off, and I ??d be even more entertaining, ? he said, white face mocking as he ran his palm up surprisingly clean vinyl. Oh, he was going to be in so much trouble. But now he was purposely going for keeping the monster on his toes in fear he ??d lose his head if he didn ??t. Looked like the Repo Man had a night off, and Graverobber didn ??t want to get a working knowledge of the other ??s skills. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He hated when Graverobber used that tone it was a silky, intentionally smarmy tone that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle for reasons he didn't want to explore, and he continued his slow movements around the other man, his fingers twitching and twisting and clenching as though he was itching to get his hands on the man again. He made it so easy to want to.At some point, it did occur to Nathan that this was ridiculous he didn't know why he had sought out a man who so clearly raked his nerves, someone who pissed him off to no end and got in his way and followed him around. He had no idea why he had gone in search of the Graverobber, because now that he was there, he wasn't sure what he meant to do but the Repo Man insisted on circling him like a predator would, watching him. He wasn't even clear on his own intentions anymore it was confusing.But then there was a hand on him, stopping him, and even through the thick vinyl he could feel Graverobber's fingers on his solid chest, running up it. Almost instantly, the Repo Man jerked back as though the touch had burnt him lately it had been a source of irritation to the poor doctor in the seventeen years since Marni had passed, his contact with other humans had been limited to the hugs he gave Shilo and the times his hands were sunk into chest cavities or yanking out bones. But lately he had been repeatedly touched by people in ways that weren't platonic and it was striking something in him that he didn't like. He moved a few inches away from the Graverobber to avoid the touch, like an abused animal would do."You're liable to get strangled again." he said flatly. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Showing weakness in front of a man who preyed upon others was a poor idea. The dealer caught the signs of ? not fear, but a sort of apprehension. He didn ??t like to be touched that much he had learned the other night. Repo had actually fled from him in that moment, and Graverobber, sensing the weakness, went after it like the hyena he was. ??There are other things you can do to me, ? he said, arching his eyebrow slowly in response to that surly tone. So the Repo Man disliked being touched to the point that he ??d back off like that. Odd. So it was fine to touch people ??s insides in a way more intimate than sex, but as soon as he had a hand on his chest or shoulder he flipped out? ??Without the gloves. ? He wasn ??t used to playing this part in fact, he detested it most of the time, but there was something there, and he worrying that sliver of weakness like a dog at the last bit of muscle on a bone.Graverobber had feared earlier that he ??d get his balls chopped off for offering, but this response wasn ??t the sort he ??d expect from insulting the man. ??Come on, it can ??t be that bad to touch a man you aren ??t killing, is it? ? he asked, leering in a way only a drug dealing thief could as he took a step towards the night surgeon. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He couldn't be entirely sure when the transition had happened he had gone for seventeen years without contact, but at some point it had gone beyond a self exile, beyond a punishment that he had sentanced himself to for what he had done to Marni at some point, killing had become easier than putting up with being touched. Yanking out someone's still beating heart was more acceptable to him than the idea of someone brushing a hand against his shoulder, touching his hair, or brushing lips with him.He couldn't pin point the time he had begun to recoil from touch, because he had gone so long without it that the change could have happened at any juncture in the time since his wife had passed, though the guilt had been there from the very minute she had stopped breathing.As Graverobber took another step towards him, Nathan could suddenly feel his own heart beating in his chest, and he felt as if it was so loud that the other man might be able to hear it why had he done this, why had he looked for Graverobber again, knowing how the other would behave? Nathan was suddenly incredibly conscious of the situation, and he took another step away, so hasty that his back actually struck up against the side of the emergency exit behind him. It sounded painful, but he didn't acknowledge it, he kept his eyes on Graverobber he had to fight back the urge to tell the other man not to touch him again, because he knew the scavenger would only be amused by the discomfort.He could feel Repo crawling into his chest and up his throat again, trying to take over once more, and though Nathan had always been aware that he wasn't the most stable human being alive, he was suddenly clear on what it actually felt like to go insane. He didn't fight it, he let the Repo Man take the reins again, because Nathan's stress levels were already so high that there was the concern he might actually pop a blood vessel. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | A chuckle bubbled up out of his chest, a surprised sound of near delight. The Repo Man was, shockingly, startlingly afraid of him. Him, the man he ??d had on his back a week or so before, choking the air out of him. This was the very monster that inspired horror stories and left people in whimpering, pissing piles of terror before they died.Graverobber took another step, pressing his body against the doctor. It was hard to pull most of his tricks when the other guy had a mask on. The visor was illuminated in a soft, blue glow so very like the drug he sucked out of the dead like some sort of cyberpunk vampire. ??If you take that mask off, I won ??t be able to see your face, ? he murmured, putting just a little weight against the other. Not the choking, deadly weight of before, though he had a feeling this was just as terrifying for the masked horror.The vinyl was smooth against his chest, inhuman and sterile. Graverobber was a little surprised: he was used to being pushed around a little more by now. It was true, though. The light above them flickered in its death throes and they were out of the stronger lighting just a few meters back. He ??d see no details, no identifying marks unless the man had some sort of glowing tattoo. His own, face, though, caught the light easily, the smirk stark against the white.This fear was something Graverobber didn't understand. Junkies touched, whores touched, that was part of the job. He was used to having foreign hands on his body, used to a stranger pushing her tongue into his ear or sucking on his fingers, either trying to convince him of a hit or so high she reached out for anything. It was simply a part of his life. That someone so feared would be so afraid of such a common thing, why, it was like finding out Satan was afraid of boots. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan couldn't remember the last time he'd been this nervous he pressed himself back against the metal staircase as though hoping he might be able to phase his entire body through the steel to get away from the Graverobber, but there was no such luck. He found himself suddenly trapped, pinned between the cold stairs and a warm body, and his heart was racing, and a moment of near panic welled up inside of him as he realized he could feel all of the contours of the other man's body, even through the vinyl, and that it wasn't repulsive to him even though he desperately wanted it to be.But the Repo Man was collected, calm, and maybe just a little more intrigued than he should have been, and one of his hands crept up Graverobber's shoulder and his fingers twisted into the taller man's hair, wrenching his head back just a little his other hand had slipped between them, still holding the knife from earlier, and he tapped it against the vulture's inner thigh, making a very obvious point."What do you think you're doing?" he asked coolly, his eyes searching the other man's face through the visor of his mask he could have gutted the other man in an instant, but he was telling him to take his mask off, a request that he'd never had before, and especially in this context, a request that was offering things Nathan Wallace had been denying himself for years. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | So much for having the upper hand.Something had flitted behind those eyes, something Graverobber couldn ??t quite place, and then the other was in control again. That ??s what he called it when the monster had a long, serrated knife pressed a few inches down from his groin. And he was making that knife very, very known. ??Seducing you, I had hoped, ? he said cockily, one hand wrapping around the metal behind the Repo Man, somehow managing an air of nonchalance even with that gloved hand pulling his head back painfully and leaving his neck at an awkward angle. This was some game of chicken, it was, and Graverobber hoped that tonight wouldn ??t leave him a eunuch. Repo was teasing him with all sorts of deaths he just really didn ??t want, and bleeding out through his missing dick was a new one he ??d never thought about. ??Never met a man so uneager to get undressed, ? Graverobber said, careful not to press against the other again. Push too hard, and this ??d be the end of him, here in some alley way chasing psychotic tail. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Somewhere inside the body, Nathan Wallace was protesting very, very loudly. He was all at once annoyed, panicked, and indignant at what was being implied, and he wasn't about to be toyed with by some scavenger, and what the hell was he doing, moving his eyes over Graverobber's throat like this? Nathan protested, but the Repo Man clapped a gloved hand over the good doctor's mouth and told him to be quiet, because this was too interesting to ignore.He felt Graverobber stiffen just a little as he realized precisely what was going on south of the border, and Repo wasn't exactly being subtle about it, making sure the knife was pressed up nicely against the thigh, far enough that nothing would be cut, but close enough that the threat was a very real one."Mm hmm," Repo said thoughtfully, tapping the flat of the knife against Graverobber's leg a couple of times, a cruel reminder of who was presently in command after all, Nathan Wallace wasn't in at the moment, so the single weakness that the scavenger had sought to exploit had become temporarily null and void. The Repo Man didn't balk at the touch he was the embodiment of every vicious, nihilistic aspect of Nathan Wallace's personality, normal emotions and feelings that had been supressed for years, pushed aside and ignored until they came out as someone different and up until now, Repo had only ever been employed for his anger and blood thirst.This was something very different, and the Repo Man found he was quite enjoying it."And you're doing such a good job of it." he said mockingly, giving another tug on the thick ropes of hair in his hand, and he ran his eyes over the bruises on the man's throat, suddenly possessed of the urge to run his tongue over them, and maybe add a few new ones, just for some extra colour. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Whatever had taken control was not afraid of him, unfortunately, so the game had evolved from Chicken to something completely different. He had no bartering chips now, only the fact that he fascinated the Repo Man as much as Repo fascinated him.Or, rather, he hoped he fascinated the other to that level.Or that knife would end up touching places he generally didn ??t even like nails around. Strange, though, that the medal was both entirely frightening and entirely thrilling, even with him being no scalpel slut. ??Thank you, ? he replied brightly, voice low, almost intimate. God, did this freak have multiple personalities, or something? He thought that only happened in bad television shows, where one personality impregnated some girl and the other had no memory of it. Graverobber had to go and find some bad movie clich ??s evil cousin.He groaned at the tug, gritting his teeth. Now that hurt. Even the man ??s grip had changed, returning to that other night ??s impersonal strength. But even this was different from before. It hurt like hell, little sparks of pain running up his scalp, but Repo wasn ??t touching him disinterestedly. This was touch for touch ??s sake, not to smother or stab. On a whim, he tried pressing forward, unafraid of the flat of the knife. No, when he turned it to the blade, then it ??d be a problem. ??I figured you ??d be the sort to like it rough, ? he quipped, almost coughing due to the pressure put on his esophagus in his position. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Repo's head was cocked to the side, his eyes were flicking over Graverobber's face, drinking in the man's features and their reactions yes, there was some confusion, a modest amount of doubt in the scavenger's face as he realized the situation. Up until now, Repo had deflected his advances, balked at them, or responded to them with a savage sort of anger, all of which had been influenced by Nathan Wallace's feelings on it but with Nathan temporarily down for the count for the sake of his sanity, Repo was getting a chance to explore a little further.He wondered if Graverobber was starting to regret his choice to come closer.He heard the groan escape the other man it was pain, yes, but something about the noise piqued the surgeon's interest, and he felt the other man moving in, coming closer, and the flat of the blade stayed in place, sliding against Graverobber's inner thigh. When he'd come in so close that Repo could even feel the man's body heat, he shifted the knife, lifting it up, now pressing the flat of the blade to more intimate areas, and he gave a sharp tap with it,"You might not like it this rough." he replied. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Another groan, some mix of surprise, pain, and other things he hadn ??t expected from this encounter. Repo was toying with him, he realized. Good. That meant he was keeping the night surgeons interest, and keeping him interested would keep him alive. Vaguely, he was reminded of a story from a long time ago, that used to be a book then was adapted to some cheesy show that kept the audience ??s attention, short as it was. Something about a woman who had to tell stories to keep her murder interested. Probably lacked knives to the groin.Graverobber let his head fall back into that gloved hand, trying to relieve some of the pressure as his lips twisted in pain. He was taller than Repo, to his disadvantage now, and the position was causing muscles in his back to protest, unused to being stretched and compressed this way. ??Try me, ? he growled, one hand reaching up blindly for the collar he had saw earlier. Dumb fingers ghosted across the leather, then into the space between outfit and skin. He let his eyes close, trying to focus on that patch of skin and the clasps there. Couldn ??t see a damned thing the way the surgeon had his head held back like that. ??I ??m always up for something new. ? If it didn ??t involve him dying, sure. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He felt Graverobber twisting and shifting, muscles trying to adapt to the positioning, trying to get away from the ache that was no doubt being caused by the way his head was being forced back but Repo didn't give him any leeway, didn't allow him any slack to feel more comfortable. That would have been kind of him, after all.But the key difference here between their situation and the story that Graverobber was recalling, was that there was no story that the Graverobber could tell that would stimulate the Repo Man's interest more than the complex physicality that was surging between them. It was a bizarre, dark thing, and Repo wasn't sure he could truly give a definition to what it was attraction seemed like it was too simple of a word to describe what was happening right then, because he was quite sure he disliked Graverobber. He disliked him very, very much, and it made him want to do terrible things to the man, but not the sort he was used to doing.He felt Graverobber's hands advance on him, and for a moment he expected thrashing or a fight, but no the fingers were searching, looking for the buckles and clasps he was truly trying to get the mask off of him, the idiot. He actually wanted this to continue, and Repo gave another jerk on the man's hair as though to emphasize for Graverobber precisely how bad of an idea this was.And then he felt fingers ghosting against his skin, dipping just under the collar of his jacket, brushing along his neck, and he gave a small shiver at the sensation it had clearly been too long for the surgeon if his reaction to the tiny touch was any indication. The one hand stayed in Graverobber's hair, the other dissappeared from the man's groin for an instant, moving up to flick open the remaining buckles that kept the mask in place Nathan Wallace would never have considered it out in the open, but the darkness was reassuring.The mask hit the ground somewhere near their feet, and for an instant, Repo was motionless, and his eyes seemed to glisten even in the darkness and then he went for Graverobber's throat, a motion that was more of a bite than a kiss, right at the base of the man's neck, over his pulse. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | His fingers had twitched to a stop then, at that sharp jerk, the digits tightening with enough force he felt a few hairs go, ripped from his skin. Obviously, he was doing something wrong, had made the wrong move and angered the night surgeon. But the monster shivered, some big, viscious dog enjoying his touch enough not to bite at the moment, and that spurred him on. Repo ??s skin was surprisingly warm under the tips of his blunt fingers. ??When was the last time you did this? ? he managed to get out before the hand holding the knife to his groin disappeared.For a moment, he did see a face. Graverobber was used to working in low light and there was just enough illumination that the cruel eyes reflected it back in a glow, but he saw a face. The Repo Man was surprisingly handsome, with a tall, slopping forehead, grey hair slicked and sticking up in odd angles due to the way he had yanked the mask off. For some reason, he had expected something else, something hideous to match the job, something worth hiding, but outside of the nasty expression that face might have belonged to some average Joe who had never been elbow ??s deep in someone else ??s body.Then they were both moving, even Graverobber with his head pulled back like that. The thief yelped at the kiss, feeling more teeth than one generally expected from kisses, his own hands busy. One reached for the other ??s hair, yanking just as hard at the damp strands, stubby, dirty nails digging into the scalp. The other was at his neck still, calloused thump pressed against the pulse point there. Knife absent, Graverobber was brave enough to thrust himself forward, pushing Repo bag against the ladder with some force. He was heavier, after all, he should be able to give at least as good as he got. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Repo had been enjoying an advantage over Graverobber their height difference meant that his access to the other man's throat was uninterrupted, his teeth working and worrying at the tender, pale flesh, moving around and sometimes abusing the bruises that already marred it. He heard the scavenger's question, and there was the briefest hesitation before he responded,"Too long," he ground out, his breath hot on the other man's skin, and then he felt fingers in his own hair, yanking, and sparks of pain shot through his skin, but in a paradoxical moment, he discovered the feeling wasn't actually unpleasant he wondered if all those years had unhinged him more than he'd initially believed. Of course, he was standing in a filthy back alley, gnawing furiously on another man's throat, so he suspected it was sort of a given that he'd snapped a little.He was shoved roughly, and his back and shoulders struck up against the staircase hard enough for a small gasp to escape him, and he felt some of Graverobber's hair give from the tug that resulted, a few strands wrenching out and into his gloved hand. Repo's eyes shifted up to the other man's face, which was tilted back at a painful looking angle from the abuse,"Seventeen years," he said, and his mouth was on Graverobber's throat again, teeth nipping at the spot just under his jaw, once even placing a bite beside the man's adam's apple. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Right. Repo considered necking and hair pulling to be the unhinged aspect he ??d earned over the last seventeen years, not necessarily the killing part.There wasn ??t much he could do with his head back like that save keep his hands exploring what limited skin was available to touch. Graverobber found a strange power in that quick exhalation of air as Repo hit the ladder with enough force to send shivers all the way up the exit. He knew how the metal rungs dug into the back and shoulder blades painfully, had been in a position like that himself, and the idea that he had the Repo Man forced back like that was thrilling.Even better, he knew the doctor was willing because if he wasn ??t Graverobber would have been disemboweled long ago.Graverobber whistled lowly. ??Seventeen years, huh? ? he breathed, twisting his head as much as he could to give the Repo Man better access to his neck. If he was going to submit to this man, he might as well do it willingly. ??It didn ??t fall off? ? One bite left him shivering, the teeth finding the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Unlike the Repo Man, who seemed to think it was odd to enjoy mixing the two sensations, Graverobber was very, very aware that they went together perfectly. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber had turned his head, and it was enough to give Repo access to other muscles and unmarred skin, and he ran his tongue against the side of the man's throat, his one hand moving to grab Graverobber's jaw, directing him the way he wanted him, like some rainbow haired puppet, his thumb smearing some of the scavenger's dark lipstick.He tugged on the lobe of Graverobber's ear with his teeth, and abused the shell of his ear for a few moments, focusing until the formerly pale skin had gone pink from his ministrations and the blood rising to the surface his hand dropped away from his jaw then, and found the hem of Graverobber's shirt, the leather encased palm sliding up his stomach, rough and testing reactions.Again, Graverobber would feel teeth, but this time it was because Repo was actually grinning against his skin, apparently amused by the implication that his genitals could have popped off in the seventeen years of being unused. But no, he was quickly discovering that he was still very much fully functional, a fact that was making Nathan Wallace feel vaguely ill.He slipped his hand around to Graverobber's back, pulling the man up against him and planting one leg between his, his thigh pressing roughly into a sensitive area. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | For a moment, he fought that tug on his jaw, enjoying the way the tension hurt until the muscles gave and Repo jerked him the way he wanted.Graverobber started, almost jerking back away from that hand. The bastard didn ??t even have the courtesy to pull off his glove! The leather was impersonal, not cold, but slick enough to be sticky as it ghosted along his stomach, pushing up his stained shirt and leaving quivering muscles in its wake. He would have returned the favour, but it was difficult when your partner was wearing a heavy, vinyl apron in front of his vitals.Now he could feel lips moving against his skin, almost kindly. The Repo Man had better not be going soft on him no ??no, that was a grin. He must have found something funny in what Graverobber had said, as if he had touched upon some inside joke.He might have been just a little disturbed to find out the sharing the joke where in the same body, even though one found the situation much less of a laughing matter. Or a grinning maniacally matter as the case may be.He might have jerked again when he felt a thigh insinuate itself between his legs. This was the man who had bashed his head into the pavement for hinting at sex, right? Graverobber dropped a hand, pressing it between them and under that apron that was being pushed to the side, checking the thickness of the GeneCo issued pants around Repo ??s groin. For completely platonic reasons, of course. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He could feel the Graverobber twitching at his touch the leather gloves were heavy, but he could feel the ridges and dips that formed the other man's torso as far as he was concerned, removing the gloves wasn't an option, the full sleeve gloves connecting at the shoulder, making it difficult, but also because Nathan simply didn't want it to happen.And he definitely didn't want to feel Graverobber's wandering hand but Repo didn't protest, he allowed it when the other man's fingers slipped downwards, and shoved aside part of the thick vinyl coat and apron, several layers of heavy fabric, to get to his hips. His eyes were half lidded, an expression that would have been come hither if not for the fact they were in the dark, and Graverobber was already hither. Very hither.He felt a hand against his groin, and he pressed his thigh closer to Graverobber, shifting his leg to create a small amount of friction, biting at his neck again, and this time latching on in a way that would undoubtedly leave a terrible, bruising welt on the other man by morning. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | How did he manage to strike terror and fear and chase after victims in this outfit? It was so hot recently, the temperature a miserable eighty that barely dropped at night and the air so saturated with water any more would have it raining. Graverobber should have come across the surgeon passed out on the ground somewhere, suffering from heat stroke. No wonder his hair had been damp, his skin sticky.Maybe he should have dragged the gloves off. He had seen the Repo Man ??s costume multiple times now and knew that those gloves where attached near the shoulders. If he had his hands free, he could fumble with those. Graverobber had developed a certain skill with groping around in the dark.Which Repo was learning about now.Graverobber ??s hand pressed against his crotch, the palm of his hand rolling. Even Repo ??s pants were thick, the poor bastard, though having to sweat a little in his uniform seemed like a small price to pay for ripping organs out of living, conscious people. ??There ??s no w way you can get out of that outfit, is there, ? he asked, fingers digging into the man ??s groin as he rubbed himself against a leather clad thigh. He was already trying to figure out how exactly this was going to happen with the doctor till in his getup. Knowing his luck, the man probably had leather and vinyl suspenders that connected his pants to his shoulders as well. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | When he finally released the bit of throat from his mouth, there was a rising, swelling mark left on Graverobber that would likely be purple the next day. Almost immediately, he moved to another spot the dip in Graverobber's clavicle and did the same thing, apparently intent on leaving the other man covered in painful welts as a souvenier from this peculiar night.The gloved hand on the scavenger's back was shifting, the fingertips raking down his skin, a rough, scratching motion that was made a little painful by the seams in the material. He felt the other man beginning to rub against his thigh, and he finally released Graverobber's hair so he could move one hand to his hip, not quite stilling Graverobber, but making a point of controlling his movements a little."No," he replied simply, but there was an amusement there, followed by a small, very human noise, a barely concealed groan when Graverobber began to grope him, and one of his hands moved to the front of the thief's pants, flicking them open it was simply Graverobber's good luck that Repo hadn't decided to just cut them off of him, "But you can get out of yours." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Where Repo ??s mouth was, fire followed, his teeth and tongue and lips leaving behind abused skin thatburnedin a way that was surprisingly arousing. Graverobber was used to sex, to touch, but in the same way he was used to Zydrate: it didn ??t excite him all that terribly much. Fucking was habit.This wasn ??t. ??I can, ? he admitted, dropping his head now that he was free to, muscles protesting as he did. Repo ??s hand on his back was surprisingly heavy, almost reassuring, but the hand at his fly was everything but. Repo was enjoying himself, if that sound he had made earlier was any indication, and not because he was having one of his sick fits of humor. Graverobber grinned crookedly, never even thinking to kiss the other man as he reached down to undo the thick belt there, pushing his pants down like the monster had hinted. He dove forward, determined to leave his own mark on his partner ??s neck. Wouldn ??t be fair if the drug dealer was the only one to leave with a few blemishes, and besides, he couldn ??t resist the thought of giving a Repo Man a hickie in the shape of his own teeth.Really, the nights of stalking him should have given him a clue as to what would happen next. This was, after all, the man who had buried a wallet in dead man to have Graverobber fish it out for his own sick amusement. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He was watching, his eyes flashing due to another glint from the streetlight, and his hand remained under Graverobber's shirt, the one on his hip moving away to allow the other man to divest himself of his belt, and then of his pants. Briefly, terribly briefly, one gloved hand ghosted over the newly revealed skin, hot and hard flesh, just touching for a moment and then Graverobber moved forward with that smile on his face, intent on giving Repo a matching mark.But no sooner had Graverobber leaned in, the Repo Man was gone, he had shifted, actually ducking beneath the other man's arm, where it had been levelled out on the staircase behind him, and he'd moved in a flawless two step, appearing suddenly behind Graverobber. Even in the dark, it was easy to tell that Repo was giving one of his maniacal smiles, and he cocked his head to the side, clearly taking a moment to look Graverobber over."Very nice." he said, before, weirdly, whacking him in the rear with the flat of his knife, just stopping short of calling Graverobber 'toots'.He stepped back and lifted his mask, wiggling it in the air for a moment, tottering it from side to side like it was a bizarre wave goodbye, and suddenly he was dissappearing casually down the alleyway, a soft noise escaping him that must have been laughter. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He had time to suck in a gulp of air, expecting that he might actually find completion in that gloved hand, had been excited to feel those seams on the sensitive skin of his cock, but then the touch was gone along with the Repo Man.Graverobber hesitated, confused. His mind simply could not take in what had happened to him, simply couldn ??t process it. He turned his head fast enough that a few rainbow colored cords whipped around, staring, his jaw dropped and lined mouth opened stupidly.It was perhaps the first thing that had left him speechless in a very, very long time.The thief continued to stare even as Repo left, footsteps and laughter fading away to nothing. His stupor lasted a few minutes until some bit of trash shifted down the street, sending cans and paper scattering into the street. ??Fucking hell, ? he swore, jerking back into reality. Here he was, standing in the middle of a dark alley with his pants around his ankles and an erection due to some crazed GeneCo employee, make up smeared like some sort of cheap whore. In one fluid second he was pulling up his pants, redoing the belt there.Repo was freak. And coming from Graverobber, that was saying something. Unconsciously, he rubbed at his neck, cringing. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan's eyelids stuck together when he tried to open them, so he laid splayed out on the bed for several long minutes, rubbing furiously at his eyes until he could open them properly when he finally did, he had to close them again, because sunlight was pouring in through his window and directly into his suddenly over sensitive pupils. With his hands on his face, he tried desperately to remember the previous night, but couldn't seem to do so through the throb of a heavy headache but he suddenly realized that he wasn't feeling his skin against his face, he was feeling leather.His eyes sprang open and he sat up in bed he saw himself in the mirror across the room then, pale faced, hair slicked back, and he was dressed in his GeneCo uniform, complete with dried on gore. A glance at the bed told him that the blood had still been wet when he'd fallen asleep, because there were dry stains of it across the sheets from where he'd clearly had an unsettled rest.And yet he couldn't remember any of it.He stood then, intent on divesting of his uniform what was he doing with it on, he never wore it in the house and immediately regretted it, because it occurred to him that his trousers were bizarrely tight. Tugging off the leather apron and vinyl jacket, he realized that, yes, he was currently the sheepish owner of a truly raging hard on he immediately flushed with embarrassment, regardless of being the only one to notice, and made a point of trying to ignore it.And when he was in the shower, first with freezing cold water running over him, followed by scalding hot, the temperature brought back some memory, but it only came in bits and pieces, flashes like under a strobe light. An alleyway, his mouth on a pale throat.What did I do?The feeling of a hand pressing against him, his thigh pressing between legs, the feeling of something hard Nathan faltered and nearly caused one of the most unfortunate ends to a Repossession career by slipping in the tub, but he steadied himself. No, his mind must have been playing tricks on him. He hadn't and certainly not with a man he wouldn't He stilled his own thoughts, stilled his body, and stood wide eyed under the hot water, because somewhere in the murky depths of his head, he heard dark, cackling laughter.You did, you did.At the table, he told Shilo it was a fever that was making him turn that particular shade of red, and she believed him. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Every man had a breaking point and Graverobber was quickly reaching his.Nearly every night, he encountered his Repo Man. Or he thought he did. He ??d be napping on a fire escape, a lazy cat in the heat, and something would come by and rattle the stairs, making him jerk awake. That something would be gone by the time Graverobber, who slept lightly after all his years on the streets, had jerked up, the only thing remaining of the monster was soft laughter echoing down the alley and Graverobber ??s own heart thrown into palpitations. Or perhaps he ??d be walking down a dark street or weaving his way through the poorly lit graveyards and a shadow would flicker the wrong way. He had never been one to let nerves rule him, but now he was jumping at every hint of the night surgeon.And worse: he was finding nothing. No concrete evidence that he was being stalked by the Repo Man, no image that couldn ??t be attributed to the heat, stress, and lights playing with his mind. Once, in a surprising show of anxiety, he ??d actually tripped, hitting his head. Usually, he was too light footed to catch his toes in some pothole that had grown in a poorly maintained street, but Graverobber was on edge.That particular incident had been nearly a week ago, but he could still remember waking up in Ray ??s make shift hospital, vision bleary from the concussion. The doctor, a SurGEN who had aged out of the system, had sent him packing as soon as he could stand straight.He had been informed that he was not to come back until he had lost the Repo Man trailing him , so that meant he was forced to spend the nights on the streets. And business was slow: very few junkies wanted to be caught with a dealer that had a GeneCo assassin following them. The rumour had spread quickly: even Amber had remarked on it during one of her slumming trips, the bitch actually sounding him out for a new dealer should her current one go missing. He had her pushed up against a wall, worn concrete rasping her skin to the point of bleeding before her man whores had the chance to pull him off.Without somewhere to crash, he was finding it hard to get proper sleep. Daytime meant crowds and noise, and night, night was filled with ? Well. Nothing.He preferred the quiet of the graves better. Started sleeping there, too, in the old tombs that no one came and brought flowers for. Best bed partners were corpses if you ignored the smell and the patrols of GeneCops. Certainly were quiet and didn ??t push you up a wall so hard that your back was scrapped and raw the next morning. Didn ??t leave you with a hard on, either, though Graverobber had talked to enough of his peers to know that wasn ??t true for everyone. Generally, he liked his job, but sleeping in the graves was a bit much.Certainly didn't take the edge off his appetite, though. The GeneCo lackies started coming across a bit more litter: empty take away boxes and used utensils placed in the least respectful manner he could find. Made him feel a little better and the dead didn ??t seem to mind his rather childish stress relief.But, after a week, his addicted followers started trickling back, their need for their cure overriding their sense. There was a reason Graverobber was called ??Graverobber ??. He was the best at what he did and most other grave robbers ended up dead in a week. The dealer was holding court from the lid of a dumpster, legs open wide as he watched the first shift of night workers go about, propositioning men and women on their way home from boring, stable nine to fives. They weren't the sort one would see affluent men purchasing: these were cheap, guady things, with too much make up and obvious surgery scars. These were were the sort of disposable hookers that usually ended up dead and faceless after some weird Large party.They were good customers. Plus, it was like a one stop shop of vices. Any mundane salary man could walk up, do things his wife at home would never allow for a few bucks, maybe even get rid of that miserable ache from his new surgery. It was the sort of image Graverobber found deeply amusing. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan spent the rest of the week uncharacteristically confused his days were sunlight and optimistic moments with an increasingly worried Shilo who he continually reassured, it was just a cold, that was why he looked so thin and tired and his nights were blurs of shadow and blood, organs strewn across filthy pavements, terrified screams from people he couldn't remember the faces of. He would wake up in different parts of the house, once on the floor beside his bed, once in the chair near Marni's memorial even once in the sub zero basement, half on the steel table, he'd woken up with frost in his hair and the distinct feeling that he had been deep frozen. He'd even left a body in the room with him, a man strapped to the wheelchair with his torso torn wide open, ribs prised out in a way that had made all of the internal organs collapse out onto the floor, and when he cocked his head to the side, he realized that the entrails had been positioned to look like a smiling face with little kidney eyes.And worst of all, he couldn't remember what he'd done outside images and flashes would come back to him periodically, but he couldn't place precisely when they had happened, his normally organized memory in shambles from the delirium of sleeplessness. He could only remember the feeling of warmth against his skin, the sound of a low voice, and places moments in time frozen in pictures, being on rooftops, in cemetaries, lingering in alleyways but not for a repossession. Half of them, he wasn't sure why he'd been there, and when he went back over his files, they reconfirmed that there was no reason for his strange patterns, lingering in a small area of the city when his marks would be in other parts.So Nathan did the logical thing or as logical as he could manage at that point and he decided to scout out the area. Dressed in a neatly pressed suit and clean shaven with his thick rimmed glasses, Nathan Wallace looked completely out of place wandering the back alleys, like a lost lamb in a lion's den. His gait was not one of an unsure man, in fact, it showed a confidence that betrayed his otherwise mild mannered appearance, and it was enough to keep a few of the predators away, though some of the hookers lingered, watching him for any signs of interest. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber sat perched on his dumpster, half lidded eyes scanning the alley. He ??d always been observant, but after Repo, well, he tended to watch just a little closer.There was the normal amount of tired businessmen, grey figures with cookie cutter suits and slacks, their faces all blending into one stereotype. They were tired, they had a wife and kids at home, they wanted to feel alive for just awhile, and sex and drugs were better than surgery. Surgery, there were papers and loans and Repo, but sex and drugs? A dealer or a whore wouldn ??t give you their stuff if you couldn ??t pay, and that was that. No fine print that meant they could come back and tear the stuff from your body later.Graverobber perked up, seeing something odd. Most men wandering through here did it with a bit of shame or apprehension: he could see that in their body language, the way their steps faultered and their shoulders drooped. This one was just as mild mannered looking as the rest of them, but there was a certain confidence to his walk that hinted at his lack of desire to be bothered. He didn ??t want anything anyone was selling.So why was he here?The dealer slid off the dumpster, brushing off one of the nine to five addicts that had finally worked up the courage to approach him. There was something familiar in the way he held himself, something Graverobber couldn ??t quite place. He wasn ??t particularly tall, shorter, perhaps, than Graverobber in his platformed boots, nor was he all that interesting looking from the back, coat clean and every graying hair in place. A few hookers watched him, looks of surprise on their painted faces. Usually, people came to the dealer. He didn ??t go to them. This was different though.Quietly, he ghosted up behind his newest enigma. ??Lost, sir? ? he said mockingly, dirty hands resting on both shoulders to stop him. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan couldn't be sure what he was looking for the blur of images had left him with nothing more than the knowledge that there were a few choice areas he had gone to during his nights on the prowl, though there was little extra information he could pull from the foggy depths of his memory. He didn't know what he would find, but his outlook was grim it was nearing night at that point, the sun had almost fallen beneath the horizon and it had cast the dirty city in an orange glow that seemed to act as a signal to all of the night creatures. In the period of time it had taken for darkness to fall, Nathan had watched the change, like a shift switch the business men and women, the people dressed in skirts and suits, carrying briefcases and looking conservative they were slowly dissappearing, vanishing into their homes. In their place, people in dusty, dirty coats with wild hair were appearing, some of them even seemed to be popping out of dumpsters.It didn't surprise Nathan at this point, very little did, especially in the city he lived in. It hadn't always been this way, he knew that much, but the epidemic that had hit the world had changed things in short order with so many people in debt to GeneCo, civilization had taken a nose dive. People had stopped being able to afford being civilized and had taken to robbery and murder, drug dealing and larceny to get what they needed and it was all to stop themselves from being the next on the Repossession list.Though some of them some of them just liked life this way. Some of them were happy to sleep in cemetaries and spend half their life high on Zydrate, and judging by the vapid expressions on some of the faces he passed, a lot of the night owls in the area were junkies, and Nathan's careful, scanning expression only made him stand out more.And then there was a shadow looming behind him, hands on his shoulders, a voice in his ear Nathan fell still, and for a long moment he stood with his back to Graverobber, vaguely irritated by the touch. He turned then, a slow movement like he was on a turntable, and he stared hard at the vulture through his thick rimmed glasses, his expression indicating he was entirely unimpressed by the situation a flick of the eyes indicated he should remove his hands, thank you very much."No," Nathan said flatly, "I'm not."He lifted a hand, grabbing Graverobber's sleeve between his thumb and forefinger like he was lifting something particularly foul, moving one of the man's hands from his shoulder."But thank you." he added drily. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | This was frighteningly familiar.He ??d never really had deja vu, having slept like the dead for most his life, and so, never really dreampt. But the feeling of having done this same exact thing before crept along his spine and up his neck, raising his hairs like he ??d gotten a good fright. ??Really? ? he asked, dropping that one hand and moving closer. Graverobber had little concept of personal space after all these years of dealing with druggies. He slid his arm up Mr. Straight Edge ??s shoulder, leaning close again. So what if the man wanted him to fuck off? Repo had left Graverobber on edge so much that he was cringing at shadows. One strange suit could improve that, could give him the chance to blow off a little steam. ??Because you look lost. Now. Are you sure there isn ??t anything I can help you with? ? As if by magic, a bright blue vial appeared in his hand, the free one he had dropped under his coat. This was familiar, too. For a moment, his throat tightened and he had the urge to rub his neck, a new twitch he had picked over the week as welts healed and faded. Light from the Zydrate illuminated the space between them and threw shadows along Mr. Suit's face. Even colored his glasses blue, and for a moment, Graverobber could see visored eyes lit up in a face otherwise covered by vinyl. He couldn't have pulled away more quickly if the other man had gone up in flames, surprised recognition making his eyebrows crawl up his face in an attempt to disappear into his hair line. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan's expression slowly changed from being unimpressed, to being displeased as Graverobber ignored his appeal for personal space no, instead, the vulture had the tenacity to slip closer, leaning in and putting an arm around his shoulders, and Nathan simmered silently behind his glasses, his arms stiff at his sides and his hands clenched in the perfect display of quiet indignation. He held onto the fuse of his temper then, deciding it was probably best to let Graverobber get through his pitch before he turned him away experience told him that those lingering in the darker parts of the city tended to be persistant.Then Zydrate was being held level with his face, and Nathan barely had time to register it before Graverobber was suddenly jerking away from him, wheeling back as though he had been bitten for an instant, Nathan thought he had done something that he couldn't remember again but no, there was something startled in Graverobber's expression, if the dissappearing eyebrows were any indication.But, right then, Nathan decided it would be a good time to give the other man a good talking to:"Isn't it bad enough that you're already selling an addictive substance to junkies? Now you're trying to pick out others to get hooked as well just after a rehabilitation program was initiated, no less." Nathan said his tone was that of a parent scolding a particularly unruly child, regardless of the fact Graverobber was a little taller, and great deal sturdier than he was. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | For a moment, Graverobber stared almost stupidly, stained lips parted. Then a slow smile twisted his lips. His Repo Man waslecturinghim about the vices of addiction. ??You hear that, Graverobber! ? One of the hookers, a young girl with a face like a flower on a withered stem and hair that was streaked in more colours than one could count, called out from the side lines. ??Hey, man, maybe you should try the belt. Might do him good! ? The dealer smirked, wide face still turned to the Repo Man. She didn ??t know that this little man in front of him could probably kill the lot of them with his belt. Not that he wanted to see that. ??I appreciate the Support Network, ? Graverobber said pleasantly, stepping forward again. Repo, he had to admit, looked even better than that one glimpse in half darkness had hinted at. There was something very alluring in the way the killer cleaned up, in the fact that this soberly dressed man with thick glasses and bags under his eyes was the same that he had pushed up against the ladder some nights back. ??Makes it easier for my customers to find me. Ms. Lar I mean,Ms. Sweetwas quite clever in that regard: she rarely has to hunt me down now. ? ??Though the GENcops always end up crashing the party. ? The girl was a loudmouth, one of the regulars with long legs and a lattice of surgery scars she showed off with pride under a see through shirt. She leaned forward, multi coloured boa trailing along the ground, and the other girls snickered. ??We could have a party right now, if you like. Free of charge. You remind me a lot of my dad. ? More giggles. Graverobber shook his head, giving the stiff Repo Man a sort of ??girls will be girls ?? look before leaning in to whisper lowly, ??So who ??s following who now? ? |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan's jaw muscles clenched visibly as a hooker to his left cackled crassly she couldn't have been much older than nineteen, only a few years more than his sweet little daughter, and here she was standing in some dank alleyway, eager to sell her body to the first person willing to pay and judging by her appearance, the money would be going towards more Zydrate.He wondered vaguely if he would be getting her repossession form some time soon.He had nearly taken his mind off of her when she made the commentary about how he looked like her father, and Nathan's posture stiffened even further, if it was even possible at that point. He looked directly at her then, his expression so dark that the hooker wavered on the spot for a moment, as though the space she stood in had been tilted backwards he said nothing to her, but it was enough to let her know precisely what he thought of her offer.And then he felt warmth body heat near him, and his eyes shifted back to Graverobber first, then he turned his head and found that the other man was so close now that they were nearly touching again, and something about the positioning brought back more flashes from the previous week. He'd been in this area, and the pale throat in front of him now was so strikingly familiar that Nathan felt his heart rate pick up and he felt his ears go hot, a sensation that intensified when he felt Graverobber's breath against his skin,"I don't know what you're talking about." he hissed, taking a step back and adjusting his glasses irritably, "You're out of your mind." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The girl pulled back into the little gaggle of whores, suitably chastised. Probably, she told herself to soothe her ego, he was looking for one of the boys. Well dressed older men always were, and it certainly explained his discomfort around Graverobber.Who was currently enjoying it. ?? ??The lady doth protest too much, methinks, ?? ? he breathed, matching Repo ??s steps, still close enough that, muggy as the weather remained, he could distinctly feel the other ??s body heat. Those flickering eyes with just a hint of madness told him what he needed to know. They still had an appreciative audience. Women and a few long limbed men divided their attention between watching for customers and watching this odd dance. ??Don ??t tell me a man who murders defaulters is afraid of a little glow, ? the dealer whispered, leaning close enough that his chest was nearly pressing against his newest victim. Sleeping in graveyards had left just the slightest smell of death and decay clinging to his clothes and twisted hair, though he had long learned to ignore it. Better than the smell of fear and violence any day. His hands artfully manipulated the little blue bullet into the applicator, something stolen from one of the many street expos that happened under the warm glow of light strings and Rotti's approval. ??First hit is free, even. Best cure around for whatever ails you." Repo was in his court now, and Graverobber was going to take advantage of it for as long as he could. No matter how tough he might be under that mask, there was something about sex and vice that frightened Repo ??s more mild counterpart, and Graverobber found that fear fascinating. Kept even this killer like a little lamb that had wandered into a pack of wolves. To make that point as clear as possible, Graverobber lifted that hand with the gun in it to run the cold metal of the injector along Repo's neck, the only exposed part of him, really, in that conservative outfit. Lined eyes watched him, taunting. This was just a new level in their game. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Despite his occupation, Nathan Wallace had a fairly stable temper he had always been good at holding back his rage on a day to day basis and releasing it at night, when it was safe to do so but every man had his limits, and right then, as Graverobber once again closed the distance between them, he could actually feel his fuse nearing it's end.At least Graverobber had the decency to be quiet about it likely for self preservation purposes but Nathan found himself irritated by how much the other man knew, angered with himself for letting it get this far. He quietly questioned how he could have been so careless, and as the other man pressed up against him, everything came back to him all at once he had cut off a patient's head and tossed it in a macabre game of fetch with Graverobber. He had nearly killed him in the graveyard, right beside Marni's mausoleum.He had left bruises and hickeys all over the man's throat, and Repo had wanted to fuck him.It was suddenly overwhelming, the heat of Graverobber's body, the more oppressive heat of the night, the smell of death, and the knowledge of what he'd been doing during the night, too exhausted to stop his alter ego from letting loose a little too much while he had been sleeping, the Repo Man had been doing things Nathan Wallace never would have approved of.The sensation of metal sliding against the bare skin of his neck, and the smile on Graverobber's face set him off,Nathan's hand snapped up, grabbing hold of Graverobber's wrist and pulling it away from his own neck, forcing an arm against the other man's elbow to bend it, twisting the man's hand to his own throat and aggressively pulling the trigger on the Zydrate gun. When it went off, he immediately let go and stepped back. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He didn ??t have the time to react. Suddenly, there was a little sting, a shock, and his world went white, euphorically white.God damn it, he heard himself think somewhere in the disintegrating rooms of his mind. His inner voice bounced around, muffled, absorbed like he had stuck his head under water. God damn it, that man must have used the whole vial. That was his last care, though before the world went both dark and maniacally bright with color that he could hear and taste as well. Graverobber didn ??t notice as he sagged against Repo then slipped to the ground, head hitting concrete with enough force that, if his eyes were working, he might have seen splashes of color erupt over his vision.But he didn ??t feel it, no more than a dying man was aware of pain, nor did he really hear the shocked howls of laughter from their audience. Dark eyes focused on movement, on Repo, but he didn ??t see anything. ??Always knew he had it coming, ? the whore from before called out, cackling, though she was poised to run if needed. ??Stay away the faggot ??s dangerous, ? came another call, a dark skinned man with little on save for stigmata and a wide smile, that same coiled energy in his limbs, though he watched the dealer ??s prone form hungrily. Once the danger had disappeared they could get their fix tonight for free. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan had backed away he let Graverobber fall and he let the Zydrate gun hit the ground with a clatter, the now empty glass vial shattering onto the concrete. For a moment, he considered that he might have killed the other man but no, he was breathing, and he was almost certain that the scavenger was used to his own drug, enough that a little extra wasn't going to cause any undue harm.He heard the laughter surrounding him then, the hookers who were lingering nearby, tossing in their jabs, cackling at the fallen one in their number, as empty as the Zydrate vial. He looked up at them then, his face fixed with a barely subdued rage, and he was overcome by a sudden loathing for all of them, and the hungry way they were looking at the unconscious Graverobber, knowing they would be able to raid his body for drugs once he was gone.He didn't act on Repo's urge to grab the nearest one and make an example out of him instead, he leaned down and grabbed up the belt that held Graverobber's storage of Zydrate and dumped it out onto the concrete so every vial shattered, sending splashes of Zydrate across the ground, and it lit up the area around Nathan so that he seemed to be glowing. As an afterthought, he took the money from the case as well, and dropped the belt onto the ground, and he left without a word.On his way home, he dropped the money into the hands of a small, dirty looking child, ruffling his hair and continuing through the graveyard. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | ??Hey. Hey, thief. ? Graverobber groaned, the noise echoing in his skull painfully as he tried to swallow in a mouth that felt like it was filled with alcohol soaked cotton balls. Ugh. ??What do you want? ? he slurred, growled as he rested the crook of his elbow against his face. ??You wants to go home and start breakfast for Ray, that ??s what she really wants, but she ??s forced to wait for your sorry ass to wake up. ? The thief rolled over, away from the voice, and immediately regretted it. Tiny pinpricks of pain peppered his hand as if he had been shot by a teeny, tiny shotgun. ??Watch out for the glass, ? the girl said smartly. There was the sound of two small feet hitting the ground, then footsteps. Graverobber pried his eyes open.You. Ray ??s housekeeper and seeing eye dog when he played blind. She was young, but poor nutrition had stunted her growth, leaving her looking even more like a child. She ??d never grown out of the wide eyed look of starvation, even though Ray monitored her dietary intake like a hawk. Glass crunched under her shoes as You crouched down, her hair a wide, black halo around her brown, heart shaped face. ??Ray says he ??ll give you an extension on this week ??s rent. He heard about your ?? ?? she let her coffee colored eyes take in the image theatrically, relishing Graverobber ??s moan as he sat up. ?? ?? troubles, and sends fruit and milk. Though, of course, ? she added as Graverobber reached for the apple. ??It ??ll cost extra. ? With a sound of disgust, Graverobber managed to get himself standing, wobbling as if he suddenly was too tall and had no idea how to manage that extra height. You stayed crouched down, running a finger along the blue stain while the dealer patted himself down. ??You. The Zydrate ?? ?? ??Broken. What did you think the glass was? ? Graverobber grunted, shaking out his hair. It was sticky, like, well, Zydrate had dried and left a residue on the strands. He tugged his belt on irritably as You spoke. ??Krystahl says that it was a older guy that got you. Dressed like a shrink or something. Hey. Where you going? ? ??I ??ve got to take care of something before tonight, ? he said distractedly, not even turning around. You rocked back on her heels, shaking her head.Graverobber was prepared that night. He ??d only grabbed one vial on Zydrate between the patrols, but that was all that was needed. Last night, Repo had injected about three quarters of a vial into his system. Tonight, he ??d pay him back. Remembering how the man had flipped out before near the line of tombs, he stalked along there, only disappearing behind a tombstone when GENcops got too close. This was not part of their game, he thought as he sat calmly on a wide, double headstone. The man had cost him too much last night, and Graverobber couldn ??t let that go. Unlike the dirty warm colors of the city, the graveyard was painted in cold blues and blacks, light fog from the shores of the Island blurring all sharp lines. Graverobber whistled to himself, waiting, his little gun prepared and hidden under his coat. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Three weeks of being run ragged had left Nathan in rough shape he was thin and worried looking from exhaustion, his body was aching from over exertion, and the cut on his arm was healing so slowly that Nathan was concerned his immune system really had taken the nosedive he had lied to Shilo about. He couldn't get sick though, because he was her sole caretaker if he was ill, she wouldn't have anyone, she wouldn't know who to call or what to do no, he wouldn't get sick. He would just have to push on, until Rotti got bored of this sadistic game he just wasn't sure how much longer it would take, how many more nights he would have to go on like this.It had to end eventually.It was one of his rare lucid moments, the first in many days, as he moved through the cemetary towards Marni's tomb in his hand, he clutched a packaged pair of GeneCo eyes, all of the roots and nerves still clinging to them they were in perfect shape, and there weren't many Repo Men who could get them out without harming them.But Nathan wasn't thinking about his work he was thinking about how, for once, he was getting back early. He had covered his two marks in rapid succession, it had been his good fortune that he had chased them down with little trouble, and now he could go home to Shilo, he would even have a few hours to spend with her before she went to bed, something that had become so rare that he found himself stepping up the pace to get home just a little faster. He just wanted to see his little girl.In fact, he was so distracted by the notion that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary in the cemetary he neglected to pay attention as he opened the door to Marni Wallace's tomb and stepped inside, stopping so he could look down at her grave for a long moment. It was empty her body was inside, but the the flowers Shilo had left there last week were still sitting at the end, and he kneeled down to pick them up, touching the wilting petals with a strange fondness. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Repo didn ??t have to walk silently in the graveyards, the only people who might ever hear him were either employed by his boss or shouldn ??t have been there in the first place and so would not make themselves known. Graverobber was usually one of the second , but tonight he had created a new, third category.He was hunting Repo.He had gone completely insane.As such, Repo ??s steps were different than the slow, hunched walking of the GENcops. Soon as Graverobber heard them, quick, almost as if he were power walking, he slipped down behind his tombstone. There he was, masked head turned in only one direction. The scavenger glided across the empty, cobblestone path. Grass grew up between the stones save for an area just outside the tomb Repo had entered, though Graverobber hadn ??t noticed that before. It was almost as if someone came down here, regularly, and maintained the area around it. Odd, since this area had been filled since before he had gone into self employment. He pressed against the door ??s side so as not to throw such obvious, Graverobber shaped shadows. Crossing his arms, he even managed to look blas , as if he often followed Repo Men home.Repo Men that had stopped to smell the daisies, as it were. ??For a psychotic kilter you ??ve got a fairly predictable route. ? |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The Repo Man's shoulder's sloped for a moment when he heard the voice behind him it had become so familiar to both Nathan and Repo that the sound of it made him automatically clench his teeth. He turned around then, a fluid motion that was quite unlike the usual harsh, aggressive movements that the Repo Man made but even then, he managed to look fierce while holding a small sprig of daisies between his thumb and forefinger.Nathan felt rage settle in his chest it wasn't Repo's blood lust or anger this time, it was an emotion that belonged solely to Nathan Wallace, and it was because of the fact that the scavenger had followed him into Marni's mausoleum it wasn't anger at being followed yet again, or because of the stress and annoyance that Graverobber had caused, but because of the fact it felt like he was disrespecting his long deceased wife.He bit back a slew of terrible things that threatened to leave his mouth, but right then, his exhaustion and anger were showing through painfully clear. He was tired.He just wanted to be with Shilo.But things weren't going to work out that way, he knew that now."Out. Leave." Nathan said, making an irritated 'shoo' motion with his hand if only it would be that simple. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | ??And why would I do that? ? Repo Man wasn ??t the only one at the end of his rope these days. Graverobber had gotten quite used to being able to sleep in a bed and shower when he felt like it. He ??d also gotten quite used to his reputation being secure and he didn't want to fight for it again. The dealer was also out a whole belt full of Zydrate, smashed to the concrete by his head, and earlier he had had the most difficult time pulling out little shards of glass that twinkled under the yellow light of a street lamp. ??I feel you at least owe me for yesterday. Part of that was my rent. ? He shoved off the thick entryway and moved towards the night surgeon, almost elegant in his movements. Hard to be completely elegant when one was still wearing the same close he had collapsed in, his motions were smooth and just a touch theatrical as he cocked his head to the side. ??What, a family member? ? he asked, motioning to the name etched in stone.Marni Wallace, eh? He ??d store that little tidbit away to ask Ray about. He turned up his wide face, smirking. "Did you or the whores take my money?" |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | "Because I'll have to strangle you again if you don't," Nathan replied flatly it was strange, his voice coming out of the GeneCo uniform a smooth timbre, rather than the harsh, rasping one that belonged to the Repo Man who was currently fighting to surface, now that the Graverobber was in his sights again. But, incensed by the idea that he might still be able to get to Shilo early that evening, he found the fortitude to shove an eager Repo back down, even telling him to sit and be good.He watched as the Graverobber came closer, and there was a dark flash in the eyes behind the visor when the man gestured towards the tomb."I took it." he replied immediately, not one to lie he tilted his head to the side then, and looked at his glove as though he was checking his fingernails through the leather a strangely cocky gesture. He added:"I'm pretty sure it's gone by now." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Oh, yes, because lying would beso wrong. ??Most likely. ? Graverobber said, calmly noting the change in personalities. This was the same man he had talked to yesterday, then, with the tired face and the cold eyes. He wished suddenly that he could see their colour again. The left one had a bit of brown in it, washed out by the light of the mask. A surprisingly sentimental desire for the thief and, he pushed it down.Another step forward. ??That much Zydrate isn ??t healthy. I ??d hate to develop a full blown addiction. ? Graverobber, after all, was addicted in the same way most adult were addicted to caffeine. It made his job just a little easier and his life just that much more interesting. Soon, he was close enough that his body was almost touching Repo ??s, much the same as before. ??You can take the mask off again, ? he offered lowly, leering. ??I ??ve already seen your face. There ??s not much point in hiding. ? |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan felt his skin prickle under the vinyl uniform, a slow heat creeping up his spine, juxtaposed with the cold chill of Repo trying to climb into his chest again he found himself confused by the first, wary of the sensation. He blamed it on residual feelings from Repo's experience with Graverobber. The man that Graverobber had seen in the shadows of the alleyway, that had been Repo, and the previous day, it had been him he didn't bother to address this, it felt pointless because by that point the scavenger must have been well aware of his duality.Nathan pushed down his darkness the way that Graverobber pushed down his human side, and the two men were facing off there was a strange sort of electricity in the air that the doctor couldn't fully understand as they rounded on eachother, eyes connecting Nathan's cold gaze with Graverobber's too welcoming one. The leer made Nathan visibly uncomfortable, and he moved to put a large space between them, more skittish about personal space than ever."I'd rather leave it on if it's all the same." he said, and his tone indicated that, regardless of whether it was all the same to Graverobber, he intended to leave the mask on. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The scavenger was used to watching Ray, after all, paid well for information when he had been younger in an attempt to train the boy towards vigilance, much in the same way a doting father might pay his son for good report cards. It had worked. Graverobber observed in the same way most people breathed. ??Now why is the Repo Man so afraid around me? ? he asked softly, curious, though in a voice loud enough to be heard clearly by the other. He was chasing Repo slowly, for every centimeter the other put between them, Graverobber matched it. ??You could kill me pretty easily. We know that from before. ? Graverobber reached out, ghosting a few fingers along the high leather collar. Of course the persona he was dealing with today didn ??t want to fight. Perhaps that was good: going through that leather and vinyl would damage the applicator, force him to find a new one. Because he was still intent on drugging the man after yesterday. Graverobber didn't usually play revenge: he let things go or he dealt with the injustice immediately. But this, this was different. He almost wanted to watch Repo's eyes roll up into his head, sharp edge dulling.Besides. He had a debt to extract. Repo would understand all too well. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | The light inside the tomb was dim, but it was enough that Nathan could see all of the details of the Graverobber's face, and though he had personally only met the man twice now, Repo's memories made him seem so familiar that it chilled him, like he was doing a strange and murderous dance with an old friend especially considering what Repo had done to him.What Repo had wanted to do to him, had been willing to let have happen to them.It was a concept that still ruffled Nathan, especially knowing that he couldn't trust his alter ego to behave at one time, he had felt that he had some semblance of control over Repo, but ever since the sleep deprivation had started, the control had ebbed away, slipped through his fingers, and only now when he was lucid enough, could he keep the Repo Man from being the one constantly at the forefront.He gave the other man no response, but he made a small noise almost a whimper when Graverobber reached out for him, and he felt the fingertips brush against the collar of his uniform, shifting the vinyl. He jerked away, and then took a large step back towards the door, intent on leading Graverobber out of the mausoleum and back into the familiar wide, dark grounds of the cemetary. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber wasn ??t following that well, though. He herded, more like, attempting to maneuver the other leather clad figure into a corner.Mocking, the man said, ??Why don ??t you just get it over with and fuck me. That seems to be where we ??re going, wouldn ??t you agree? ? Another step. Against his wishes, Repo was managing to get them closer to the door, when all Graverobber wanted was to get him up against the wall again. ??A quick fuck to get it out of our systems. We could be done with each other. ? Not that he believed what he was saying. Their aborted make out session had left him more aroused than any of the cookie cutter sluts he ??d bedded lately, Amber included, more alive than he had felt for a long, long time.And here he ??d always been annoyed with those folks that needed surgery or Zydrate to get them excited.He needed to get closer, to get the man to stop. For a moment, that same part of him that had noticed Repo ??s exhaustion whispered that perhaps he should just leave the poor man alone. The poor man, he reminded himself, was not only a murder and monster , but had just yesterday destroyed every vial of Zydrate he had on him after shooting him up with his own gun. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Angular eyebrows rose high behind the mask, and suddenly Nathan had put a much larger distance between them, incensed to do so by what the Graverobber was saying, and partly because he felt a warmth in his spine again, the tingle that was physically pleasant, but disturbing for what it implied in the back of his mind, he could hear Repo give another of his low laughs. The bastard was supposed to be on his side."No, that's not where this is going at all," Nathan hissed, stepping back until he felt the wall, and his hand began to slide towards the door, his eyes still on the ever advancing Graverobber the man had made no moves to attack him, but he could see it building up like any good predator, he could sense when another was on the prowl, and by the look of Graverobber right then, he wasn't just there to give him a hard time."We can be done with eachother now, if you'll just get out." he added sharply, and then his wristwatch went off:Medication reminder. Medication reminder.And the reaction was so automatic, so ingrained, that he didn't even think twice about looking down at the watch. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | In that moment, Graverobber struck with a quickness that his former theatrical movements belied. Very similar, in fact, to the same speed Repo had used on him yesterday. The instant Repo looked down to the watch , Graverobber reached under his coat for the set Zydrate gun and jammed it against the other ??s neck, slipping right under that collar of his.The watch beeped.Graverobber ignored it to empty the whole vial into the Repo Man, pressing him against the wall to keep him up. At least he was kind enough not to let him fall on his head like the bastard had done to him yesterday if the bump he had on the back of his skull was an indication. Not that he had any of his own selfish reasons, like wanting to feel the other ??s warmth. There was a reason people said cold as a crypt . Something about the image of Repo holding a withering spray of flowers reeked of a feeling he almost identified as pity. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He realized he had done something insurmountably stupid the moment he looked down at the watch, but by the time he looked back up, it was too late Graverobber moved like a snake in what could have easily been a killing stroke, he jammed a Zydrate gun deep into Nathan's neck, and the initial pain caused him to jerk back, recoiling from the invasive metal. Almost instantly, he felt a burn in his neck, and it quickly moved through his throat, webbing down his chest in waves of heat, and simultaneously moving directly into his head.A small noise escaped him, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, but it was difficult to tell if it was pain, or something else entirely. For an instant, he struggled against the effects, but then his eyes rolled back into his head, his body went lax, and he slumped forward, held up between Graverobber and the wall, and the wristwatch continued to beep for a few more seconds before it lapsed into silence.And then, in the eerie quiet, a small, distant voice could be heard,"Dad?"A pause, then a little louder this time,"Dad? Dad, are you okay?"And even then, barely conscious as the Zydrate worked its magic on the exhausted man, he twitched, rasped out a single syllable, so quiet it could barely be heard, but spiked with an undeniable desperation:"Shi," |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber had no desire to kill him, however. Didn ??t even have the desire to torture him, really, unlike the Repo Man ??s boss. He glanced down to the watch then pulled the limp, leather gloved arm up, pressing the push to talk button. ??Your dad ??s fine, kid, ? he said gently, almost shocked. This monster had a kid? ??He just passed out. Over work, it looks like. We ??ll put him down for a nap. ? Yeah. A nap. In paying the man back, he ??d probably gave him the only rest he had gotten all week if he read the signs correctly. That, or the guy was suffering from some sort of sickness, but he doubted that: he ??d seen the thick stack of files Ray had pulled out.Carefully, he settled the Repo Man down, arranging him in a more comfortable position. All those layers would keep him warm even on the cold stone. That taken care of, he went for the heavy bag. Jesus. He could hawk this thing to Ray for quite a sum, and inside ? The low temperature air wafted out, condensing the moisture in the air quickly. Graverobber stuck his grimy hand inside, coming out with a wrapped pair of eyes staring up at him. Jackpot. Maybe he ??d sell his loot to someone other than Ray out of spite, but the man would find out. Probably end up with the eyes and bag either way and in any case it was best to keep on a man like that ??s good side. ??This, I have to say, ? he said, looking over to the prone Repo Man. ??Is better than Zydrate. ? The scavenger tucked the eyes back in lovingly, then stood, strolling over to Repo to check the other ??s status. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan Wallace was in unfamiliar territory his meticulous and obsessive nature had kept him away from any of the vices that could have tampered with his perception, and his experience with Zydrate had been on a strictly medical basis that was to say, back when he'd used anesthetic, it had only ever been on other people. He had never been the type to experiment.So everything was coming as a shock to his system his entire body felt too warm, his nerve endings felt like they were on fire, and there was an idiotic sort of sleepiness, a pleasant lethargy that had taken over his system and made it difficult to even think. He found that even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't stop the bizarre whirl of colours that were blazing in the edges of his vision every time something made a sound, every time that Graverobber shifted, or even a blade of grass moved outside of the mausoleum.Somehow, he managed to get his hand up was it even his hand? It felt like it belonged to someone else and tug his suddenly suffocating mask off, part of his brain still dazedly trying to sort things out, still determined to get to Shilo even though she suddenly seemed like she was miles away, while the rest of him was urging that he just stop thinking for a while. His normally cold, clear eyes looked drowsy and half lidded, his pupils enlarged a dark bruise had blossomed on his throat from where the gun had gone in, and he twitched visibly when Graverobber stepped towards him, the movement causing echoes inside of his head that he could actually feel in his teeth.Wow. I have a lot of teeth.Nathan giggled. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber crouched down, smoothing back grey hairs to check for the pulse at his temple. A little fast, but that was expected for a gentleman that had a whole vial of Z in him now. And if that giggle was any sign, Repo was probably out of his mind with the drug. ??Welcome to the twenty first century cure, ? he murmured, then, in an act of kindness he couldn ??t quite explain , he stripped out of his stained faux leather coat, balled it up and tucked it under the man ??s head. Graverobber turned Nathan ??s head towards him with the slightest pressure on the man ??s jaw, looking into eyes that had suddenly been taken over by black, only the thinnest line of color remaining around the pupils. His pale neck was coloring in what would be an ugly bruise, fitting for a man who had left welts on the thief earlier that week. Other than that, though, he was completely fine and completely high. ??Like I said, the first hit ??s free. ? Graverobber straightened then wandered back over to the organ carrier. ??Marni Wallace ??, eh? Looked like those eyes were going to come in handy bribing Ray for information. Not too many else would be crazy enough to take in parts stolen from a Repo Man. His shadow, smaller now without the coat, lengthened and shrunk as a patrol went nearby, flashing their lights over the grate with only a passing interest, as if they really didn ??t want to see what was going on in here. So Repo must come this way often. Hmm. A kid and a tomb with a woman ??s name. Graverobber had a feeling he knew at least some of the information Ray would find on this man. Shame. He had hoped for something more than just a widower.Counting up to one hundred, the dealer bent down to pick up his loot. This was new territory to him as well, unused to mugging Repo Men as it were. Hell, he wasn ??t even much of a mugger. Too much work when there were bodies out there that didn ??t fight back. Not that this one was doing much fighting, he thought as he glanced over to where Repo was splayed out on the pale stone. Payback would be a bitch, though, really, ??Wallace ?? or whoever he was should thank him. At one hundred, Graverobber pressed himself up to the door, checking for cops, then slipped out, not even bothering to latch the door behind him. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan was out for nearly five hours, his entire system overwhelmed by the drug coursing through him however only a fraction of that time was spent in the mausoleum because after nearly an hour it was purely by chance that a GENcop happened to peer into the open mausoleum, his curiosity incensed. He discovered Nathan laying on the floor and initially his reaction was to call for a superior to help him figure out if he was supposed to shoot him up until the point he realized what Nathan was wearing and the GENcop went white under his own uniform. He didn't want to see this he didn't want to know who this guy was, so he averted his eyes to the ceiling of the Mausoleum, trying to erase what he'd seen from his memory."Uhh ohh shit," he said, and then called for a superior anyways, "We got a downed, um ""Yes?"" Repossession Agent?"There was silence on the other end, but back up couldn't have come faster the GENcops knew that the Repo Men, though rarely spoken of, were key players in GeneCo as well as being a source of fascination to many of the employees. The next GENcop who came in, however, fixed his understudy with a cold look before moving to Nathan, tugging his mask back onto him these guys wore them for a reason.And hours later, Nathan woke up in a very unpleasant way he had to force his eyes open and the first thing he saw was the swollen, bloated face of Rotti Largo staring down at him. Nathan's head swum and he resisted the urge to scream at the sight moving was still a chore, his limbs felt five times too heavy and the light was too bright, so he rolled his head to the side and found himself staring into the alternately drowsy, crazed, and vapid eyes of the Largo children."Nngk." Nathan croaked, and with the cold flourescent lights shining down on him, he couldn't help feeling like he was in a sick stage show."It's a the Glow," Pavi said brightly."You'll feel like shit for a while." Luigi said."Mm, but you lookso good," Amber moaned out, and her fingers crept towards his hair, only to be batted away by Rotti who gave her a sharp look that made her pout and cross her arms over her chest like a child would. Nathan decided then that he didn't want to look at them either so his eyes shifted around the room instead, groggily taking in the world around him it was a brightly lit, intensely sterile hospital room and he was wearing flimsy hospital clothes his watch was gone.Shilo.Suddenly Nathan was trying to jerk upright, but he found resistance halfway up and quickly realized his arms were strapped down Luigi roughly shoved Nathan back down, grinning like the animal he was."I have to go. I need to be somewhere." Nathan managed to rasp out, his voice rough, throat dry."You're in no shape to leave." Rotti said, and Nathan's vision pulsated with the words, his eyes nearly crossing the Zydrate wasn't out of his system yet and was likely to leave residual effects for a while, but hallucinations weren't a concern of his he needed to get home to Shilo, "Besides, you were attacked and we can't simply let that go, after all, we take care of our own here at GeneCo."Nathan made a rough noise that may have been a laugh, but Rotti ignored it,"Can you identify the person who attacked you?" Rotti asked then, and there was something about the glint in his eyes that told Nathan there was more to this."The package was taken, wasn't it?" Nathan asked, and he watched Rotti's mouth go into a thin line yes, there it was. It didn't matter that he had what was now a self sustaining multi billion dollar empire and had the world pleading at his feet when it came down to it, Rotti Largo wouldn't stand being stolen from. Even then, laying in a GeneCo hospital room with his neck aching and his head swimming, some part of Nathan managed to be impressed by the Graverobber's tenacity there weren't many who would be willing to paint a target on themselves for GeneCo to aim at.So Nathan was at a crossroads he had two options, but the soft laughter of Repo told him that it wasn't really a choice.Slowly, with his eyes pinned to Rotti's, Nathan spoke, and his voice was gravelly and dark:"I couldn't say." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber drifted back towards the city, especially careful not to get caught. Self employed men like himself were targets in the graveyards, but tonight he had even more precious cargo: a bartering chip even Ray couldn ??t turn down. Two of them, in fact.The nightlife was only now really starting to come alive as Graverobber reached his normal haunting grounds. Word of what had happened yesterday must have spread quickly because quite a few of the multi colored junkies grinned at him then leaned towards their little groups to chatter. And there was none of the tell tale illumination on his hips. ??Getting out of the business, Graverobber? ? one heckled him, nearly falling over as slanted forward just a little too much. So some other dealer had been around. He ??d have to rectify that.Later.Tonight, no shadows scared him, no sudden noises made him jump and his heart nearly leap out of his chest. There was the soothing annoying constant level of sound from the omnipresent speakers, whispering advice and advertisements , but other than that, there was nothing on his way to Ray ??s. He jiggled the door open, shocked for once to not see the old bat at his make shift office in the ??lobby ?? of the building. Obviously, this was news that hadn ??t reached his ears.You appeared after only a few sharp knocks to Ray ??s door. ??What do you want? ? she asked irritably, lips disappearing as she pressed them close enough to stop blood circulation. Past her, Ray ??s walls were lined with shelves, each one stuffed with various forms of reading material, data disks, and other knick knacks. There was some mad organization system there, something perhaps only Ray and You understood. ??Ray said that ?? ?? ??Wake him up. I need information. ? ??Come back tomorrow, then. The man ??s asl ??What in God ??s name is that? ? she asked, eyes widening as Graverobber held up the night surgeon ??s bag. The question was entirely rhetorical: she knew exactly what is was, and disappeared from the door. Graverobber pushed it open with his shoulder, letting himself in. This time, he was polite enough to close the door behind him. The thief dropped it down onto Ray ??s scratched coffee table, that week ??s tabloids cushioning his carelessness. ??Jesus Christ on a damned monkey, where did you get that? ? Graverobber turned away from the shelf he was examining, fingers still resting on the spines of books. Ray ??s synthetic eyes had nearly popped out of his head, and it wasn ??t with admiration that he looked up at the dread locked young man. ??You attacked a GeneCo employee, boy. ? It wasn ??t a question. ??Repo Man, actually. ? Graverober took more than a little joy in the way the color drained out of Ray ??s face, and You ??s behind him where she poked her head out of his bedroom. His reedy body swayed then he plopped down on the old couch that took up some of the only non shelved wall. For a moment, he just sat there, not looking up at Graverobber ??s pale, smug face as he rubbed his scalp under his shock of white, curly hair. Then, he leaned forward, examining the case. Graverobber turned away, not even looking when he heard the soft click and gust of air, followed by a quick intake of breath. ??I need information, ? he repeated, finally turning around. ??Why? You ??ll be dead within the week. ? Ray wasn ??t looking at him: instead, his attention was completely focused on the bagged pair of eyes looking up at him from his wrinkled palm. There was a hunger, there, the sort he was used to seeing in the eyes of junkies, and Graverobber couldn ??t help but smirk. Ray jerked, glancing towards the thief. ?? ??Give a man a lever long enough, eh? ?? What do you want? ? Graverobber slid around, leaning against the shelves. They dug into his back much like the rungs of an emergency ladder would. ??Woman who died about fifteen years back. Name of ??Marni Wallace ??. Do you know of her? ? Ray gestured to You who vanished from her sentry at the bedroom door. ??The name is familiar, ? he said, tucking the eyes back lovingly into the sub zero carrying case. You reappeared, a whole armful of folders tucked against her chest. ??Ah, thank you, Helen, ? he said sweetly, the only person who had ever bothered to give her a name that wasn ??t also a pronoun. ??And my glasses, ah, thank you. There ??s a dear. ? Graverobber watched as he started leafing through now brittle paper, humming to himself. ??Here we go. ??Rotti Largo to Marry Young Bride. ?? And ??Largo Left at Altar ??. I ??ve also got an obituary here, for Wallace and her daughter. ? Graverobber came over and crouched down, letting Ray turn over the pages. ??Wait, stop. That ??s him. ? The thief pressed a finger to a much younger, much happier looking Repo before Ray shooed him and his dirty hands away. The picture was small, and professional. A wedding picture, then, with that white gown. ?? ??Nathan Wallace ??. Did they have more than one kid? I heard someone call him ??dad ??. ? Ray ??s bushy eyebrows drew together as he read. ??No, and the short lived rumor was she was poisoned. Her and the kid. ? He sat back, eyes closing. ??And this is the Repo Man Rotti ??s running every night. Curious. ? ??He does keep grudges, ? You spoke up, wavering at Ray ??s side should he need her again. Ray nodded, then turned half lidded eyes on Graverobber. ??You ??ve gotten into something nasty, boy. I ??ll keep your place for you until you extract yourself from it. When you ??re sure you ??re not being followed, you are allowed to sleep here, but if the authorities come, I know nothing. ? Graverobber nodded, stained lips curling. ??I ??ll make you a copy of this information so you can read at your leisure. ? Suddenly, Ray looked so very old as he stood, helped up by You. ??I ??ll give you something quick to keep with you. You ??ve been a good dealer. ? It wasn ??t the first time Ray had referred to him in the past tense, Graverobber thought as You lead him out. It wouldn ??t be the last. Now, he needed a shower. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Rotti was displeased with the lack of information, but regardless, he motioned for him to be released and the Largo children all put disturbingly eager hands in to pull the straps off his wrists and legs, and he jerked when he swore he felt fingers slip unneccessarily up his calf though he was unable to tell whether it had been Amber or Luigi's doing. Nathan tugged on the clothes he'd worn beneath his repossession uniform, and found that there was something extra in amongst his things a ratty, faux fur trimmed jacket, covered in the blue stains of dried in Zydrate and smelling vaguely of death and decay. Apparently it hadn't been inspected too thoroughly by anyone because it had simply been folded up and placed beside the rest of his clothes Nathan found himself pushing away the disturbing question of who had undressed him he didn't want to know.He ended up half stumbling out of the hospital room once he was dressed, the Zydrate still coursing through his veins in a way that made the world tilt every time he took a step, like the hallway was rocking on a wave halfway out of GeneCo, he had to stop and cling to a pillar for a moment, seeking stability from it and finding none because the wall felt as though it was moving too, crawling and alive.When he got out of the building he found there was no relief in the air there either the sun was coming up now, but the atmosphere was still stifling hot and Nathan found himself wishing for a cold breeze and he closed his eyes against the sudden excess of visual stimulation, staying there until he felt something wrench on either of his arms. Alarmed, his eyes shot open, and he found Rotti's henchwomen on either side of him and being the amazons they were, it was easy for them to tug Nathan to a waiting car and he couldn't find the energy to protest.The ride went by in a flash of streetlights, and by the time the sun was over the horizon, he was dragging himself into the Wallace home, and suddenly Shilo was in front of him with her thin arms wrapped around his waist, her head buried against his chest, her ear to his heart. Neither of them said anything, but they stood in silence like that for a long time. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber had the sense to wait till after dark.The mausoleum was fast becoming a familiar place to him as much time as he was spending in it lately. Journeying across the cemetery was no problem for him: usually, he did this a little more slowly, stopping to check bodies on the way. Tonight, though, he simply flitted from tombstone to memorial, evading the GENcops easily. They were spooked this evening, barely shining their flashlights into a dark corner or shadow before moving on.A patrol passed by, that same half hearted search repeated even at this corner. Maybe even worse than elsewhere, if he thought about it. Once they were gone , Graverobber strolled across the pathway to stop, crouching, in front of the door. Locked. Someone had obviously expected his return. Whistling to himself, ever the jolly thief, he reached down to his pocket and pulled out a pin and screwdriver to fiddle with the lock. He managed, even in the low light of the graveyard, to force the lock.There were no flowers tonight, he noticed first off, save for the remains of the daisies Repo had been fingering the other night. His coat was missing as well. Shame. He was fond of ??hello. What was that? Another exit? Graverobber glanced back as if to check that this wasn ??t a trap, then wandered over to the tunnel.Interesting. Now where did this lead ? ?A few minutes , he found himself in a laboratory. And not just any laboratory. ??Christ, ? he whispered, rotating to get a good look around at the stereotypical mad scientist lab. Botltles and canisters were scattered all over the room, and near what looked like it might have been some psychotic dentist chair on wheels, there was an array of knives. And hanging in what looked like it used to be a communal shower was Repo ??s uniform. The thief whistled, moving to explore. Unwashed hands skimmed over each surface until he got to what looked like the clich d ??secret entrance ??. Good God, this was a madhouse. Curious, Graverobber pushed his weight against the indention, grinning to himself as it slid forward just a few inches with a pleasant sliding sound. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | It seemed that recent events had been enough to finally force Rotti to stop the cruelty he granted Nathan a very brief leave of absence from his job, long enough so he could recover from the effects of the Zydrate and finally get some solid hours of sleep. It was the doctor's hope that, once he resumed his job in a few short nights, the list would have been whittled down to only a few repossessions a week, because in the last three weeks, Nathan had been assigned to no fewer than forty repossessions, three times as much as most Repo Men would do in the same period of time.Nathan took advantage of the time off he slept, and though the hours only ebbed away at some of the exhaustion and his appearance was still somewhat haggard, when he got up, he felt less delirious than he had in the past few weeks, and the Zydrate had finally vanished from his system, leaving behind only a vague headache and a nasty, stinging bruise on his throat. He made sure to wear a high collared shirt that day in the vague hopes Shilo wouldn't notice the bruise, and he assured her that he was almost better now, that things would be back to normal soon.He wasn't going to leave her alone like that anymore, so long as he was alive.And when Shilo was in bed, Nathan wandered the sitting room of the enormous home, pacing irritably in his housecoat as he finally took the time to think over the events of the last few weeks with a relatively clear head. He had done things in that time that he never would have done if he had been all there, and it left him feeling as though Repo was even more separate from him now, less controllable. It was something he would have to rectify, he needed to get a handle on himself once more, needed to keep that side in check though, thehowwasn't coming to him as easily as thewhat.He had been absorbed in those thoughts until he heard a familiar sound it was the noise of the fireplace shifting, slowly swinging on its heavy hinges, sliding against the wood of the floor. Nathan automatically crossed the room, one hand grabbing up a heavy, black iron fire poker, and he approached the fireplace, waiting silently until he saw the grinning face, and he changed his tactics rather than swinging the blunt tool into Graverobber's head, he snapped a fist out and struck the man directly in the cheekbone before grabbing hold of the front of his shirt."What are you doing here?" Nathan seethed. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | He hadn ??t expected to find a house on the other side. Graverobber recoiled, trying to move back into a better fighting stance, but Repo,Nathanwas too quick for him. Again with strength his small, weary body didn ??t hint at, that hand was yanking him forward, jerking him when his momentum wanted him to fall back the other way.The thief looked up into that grey, drawn face, mind trying to take in the picture of a domestic Repo in his house robe and all. ??I wanted my coat back, ? he said, recovering smoothly as his eyes ran along the scene behind Repo. Apparently the job paid well. The room was enormous, one of the fading Victorians in a neighborhood Graverobber didn't often visit. There was so little color though, especially compared to the garish night light the dealer often found himself a part of. He stuck out like a sore, brightly colored thumb. Glancing down, he noticed the poker and decided, really, the punch wasn ??t so bad in comparison. ??Trust me, I don't often make house calls,Nathan. ? Those eyes kept scanning, taking in his new surroundings hungrily. This was completely unfamiliar. Even Ray, who was better off than most people, didn't live in a place like this. This looked unlived in, as if Repo kept it to keep it, not because he had a home. There was none of the normal mess one would expect, giving the whole place the air of a museum or perhaps a tomb. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Nathan's face was drawn, his mouth in a thin line as he stared at Graverobber through the thick frames of his glasses despite the rest he'd had, there was still no colour in his face he seemed to match the rest of the house, dark and gray with only the amethyst of his houserobe to break the dreary colour palette. He still clutched the fire poker in his left hand while he held Graverobber's shirt with the other, and he was clearly displeased not only had Graverobber initially invaded his job, he'd gone into Marni's mausoleum, and now his home."You've gone beyond any possible set boundary." Nathan said, releasing Graverobber then, but the way he looked at the man indicated that he was still considering what to do with him. In the back of his mind, Repo offered up a few choice possibilities, which were equal parts disturbing and uncouth, and Nathan had to shake it off,"Rotti Largo wants to see you gutted." he added flatly, and something about his tone made it very obvious who would be doing the gutting. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | ??I do remember something about grave robbers being shot on sight, yes, ? the man said, straightening his discolored, off white shirt. He wiped his hands on his pants, then turned his powdered face towards Repo, stained lips curling.Repo was still exhausted: Graverobber could see that in the way he held himself. But the Zydrate would have faded by now, so it was only age and over work bleaching the color from his skin. Free, Graverobber started moving, examining the room with his fingers. ??So Rotti gave you a few sick days? ? he asked, aware that now would have been the Repoing hour if the man was out. That ??s what he had come now, after all, hoping to avoid the monster. He hadn ??t expected to find Repo at home wrapped in a robe. All he needed was fuzzy slippers to complete the image.Graverobber through a smirk over his shoulder. ??Nathan, ? he added, fingers touching a vase of dried flowers on one of the conservative, though expensive, side tables. |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | "You've gone beyond that," Nathan replied, watching Graverobber slowly make his rounds on the room he was aware of the man's penchant for theft, but found it was the least of his concerns with Shilo asleep upstairs, he just wanted the entire interaction to remain quiet, "Defacing graves and disturbing the dead, selling raw Zydrate on the streets it will get you shot, but stealing GeneCo property will earn you a much slower death."If Rotti found out, of course.He watched the tattered, rainbow coloured thing flit from spot to spot, and his jaw clenched visibly when Graverobber used his first name again,"Stop calling me that." Nathan said, discomforted by the sound of it coming from the other man it gave him chills so few addressed him by his first name, and the use of it created an intimacy that he didn't like. He hesitated for a moment, and then turned and crossed the room, picking up something that had been put into one of the hermetically sealed repossession bags it was Graverobber's coat, but it had clearly been washed and pressed, folded into the bag in the way of the truly anal retentive."Here." Nathan said, shoving it into Graverobber's hands, "Now leave." |
Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura) | Graverobber grinned wickedly, playing the demon to Nathan ??s angel. That was rich. Keeping his voice low, intimate , he said, ??You ??re giving me grief for bothering the dead, taking what they can ??t use, and selling it back to people who are too stupid to not buy it? ? He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. ??When you attack and brutally kill people because they can't pay for a body part." He snorted derisively. "At least have the decency to be good before you lecture me. ? He watched as Nathan stalked off, grabbing for the only other colored thing in this house besides himself. Taking the coat Graverobber stepped forward towards Nathan, invading his space again. ??Not yet, Nathan, ? he said, still smirking. ??Seventeen years, right? And no other woman after Rotti ??s stolen prize? ? The thief tossed the bag carelessly towards a chair so his hands would be free. ??And working for Rotti the whole time? ? Slowly, he reached out a hand to touch the other's bruise, amused by how easily Repo was upsetted by him. No, not Repo. This would be Nathan, not the Repo Man. The other man's whole body language was different now, so very tired and so very heavy. Guilt. "Damned good way of selling your soul. Man must pay in gold ingots." |
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