Con: *slinks up in through the cargo bay and into the sitting room, throwing off the backpack into the booth/table* *runs his fingers back through his hair and cracks his knuckles, then gets a drink from the fridge*
Con: *slids into the booth and sits in silence/darkness, thinking/waiting for ryan to get home?)
Ryan: *comes up into the ship a little while later. sees Con there, tosses the beanie over*
Con: *looks at the disgarded hat*...
Ryan: *stands there selfconsciously, wondering if they should talk, or if he should just go*
Con: *runs his finger along the top of his soda can* *quietly, without looking up* Whats wrong with you, Ryan?
Ryan: *looking down, around* I...It's not like that..
Con: *looks up, voice raising slightly* What do you mean 'not like that'? You killed a guy, and now you're saying, you *liked* it??
Ryan: *looking up too* I mean what I mean, man! You don't understand!
Con: *gets out of the booth* Maybe you better *explain* this to me a little bit, Ryan! I don't catch what you're throwing!
Ryan: *getting mad* ....!
Con: You just agreed to kill people for this guy, without even thinking about it for a second!
Con: Why?
Ryan: What else can I do?! I can't go back to anything normal! ....*thinks about the reason GL said for him to do it*
Con: Thats the worst excuse I've ever heard!
Ryan: What? You can't seriously 'a' thought that I'd be able to get a *normal* job, did ya? *pft, turns away in a 'how stupid can you be?' way*
Con: We could have got a job busting tables, but YOU got us a job KILLING people! *steps forward and shoves Ryan angrily*
Ryan: *falls back a step* YOU didn't have to! *shoves back*
Con: I didn't want a bullet in YOUR fsking brain! *shoves with more more force* chh, don't know why I bothered
Ryan: *swings at your face* I don't know why either!!
Con: *leans back to dodge and gets knicked in the chin* You wanna play rough, short stack? What the HELL is going through your mind! KILLING PEOPLE!! He could want you to kill KIDS, for all you know you dumb shit! *Punches towards Ryan's stomach*
Con: *pushes Ryan backwards with his off hand (left)* I want to know what was going through that hair-gel-infested-ballon that is YOUR HEAD, Ryan!
Ryan: *off-balance and gasping, kinda staggers before lunging at Con (kinda a tackle, I guess)*
Con: *not expecting retaliation falls back?*
Con: *presses his left elbow down hard on Ryan's ribcage (soloplex area...can't speel) to keep him winded, and with right hand points gun squarely between Ryan's eyes* *breathes heavy*
Ryan: *breathes hard too, helpless. stares at Con, licks at most-likely bleeding lip*
Con: *anger slowly fades out of his eyes as he stares at his freind he thought he knew. His gaze softens with sad curiosity* ....Every time you held your crossbow to my head were you thinking about *killing* me, Ryan? *Looks at the gun in his own hand, then back at Ryan, lightly easing up on his ribs* *pulls gun away alittle* Were you?
Ryan: *still mad* NO! What about you, right now? What do YOU feel? Don't you feel like pulling that trigger and getting rid of this.. *a bit crazy* FREAK forever?! *jerking his head up* Come on, it's *Fun*!!
Ryan: *kinda comes to a bit... loosens up, realizing what he's said*
Con: *eyes widen at Ryan's reaction* *turns away and recalls his gun to his coat pocket* *pulls back his arm as if he's going to punch him, then thinks twice about it and stands up, nursing an injury on his arm that he didn't remember aquiring**quitely*...never....night, Ryan
Ryan: *flinches when it looks like Con's going to hit him... lays there for a moment, looking away*
Con: *looks down at Ryan, rubbing his wrist in silence* *turns to head to his room*
Ryan: *starting to his feet* Con...
Con:....*pauses slightly in his stride*
Ryan: What I meant was... I-I didn't think about it before, ever... I still..don't. It's just... from what I can remember...*softly* which is a lot, atcually,.. I did like it. The..the power of it. *pause* But, it's not something that... that I'm obsessing over, y'know...?
Con: *doesn't turn back to his freind, his insides churning sickly*
Ryan: ....I know...I know it's wrong. And it's not like I'm not sorry... *pauses* ...Look. *pulls a long but narrow brown bag out of his pocket and empties the contents onto the table. There's an incence holder and a few sticks of the stuff* *watches to see if Con will look*
Con: *ears perk at the sound of the objects hitting the table/turns slightly and leans his back against the wall, watching*
Ryan: *looks up at Con* Y'know...like.. in reverence to the dead....
Con: *studies ryan's face a moment*....*rubs wrist again and takes a step back* ...whatever makes you feel better, Ryan....
Ryan: *head drops* Con... you're never gonna understand..are ya?
Con: I...*looks down the hallway* I don't know...
Ryan: Look, this is all I got. What do you expect me to do? I'm sorry, man. For all of it.
Con: *glances at Ryan again* ....Nothing...I....*looks down the hall again, then at his shoes* You're not the same guy...The Ryan I knew wouldn't kill anyone,*quietly* let alone *like* it
Ryan: You know I can't *help* it... *looks up, pleading* don't you?
Con: *slinks slowly over to the table and settles the objects scattered there, then sets up the insence* *quietly, his hands on the table* light it.
Ryan: *not sure if that's a yes or not* *lights it*
Con: *watches the smoke slowly rise*....tommorrow, we're going to go out and find a picture of Virgil Andrisson guy and some candles and do it right *leans off the table, tosses a soft gaze at ryan* Your crossbow's in my bag, if you want it. I'm going to bed.
Ryan: *watches the smoke, nothing else* What about the others?
Con: *pauses* What others.
Ryan: Con, you know. What do you think we're gonna be doing from now on?
Con:....*voice unsteady* We'll....we'll get a camera...take thier picture before...before....*trails off*
Ryan: ...........
Con: And...and alot more insence... anything else?
Ryan: ....thanks. *gets up, heads towards his room*
Con: *shoves Ryan lightly as he passes, then retreats to his own room for a night of sleeplessness*
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