Con: *slowly opens eyes through pounding head ache*
Con: Egh...wha... *looks around and remebers he's in the ship* (ayas word!) hnnnn*rolles out of bed, feeling sick*
Con: *sickly stumbles down the hall, gets sick halfway and upchucks in the washer* ugh...hoep i don't have any dirty clothes....ehhhh...*rubs eyes and stumbles down hall into the control room*...Pl...pluto?
Con: ....Ryan must be messing with my panels...nnnnn....Ryan! *shouts, holding his head and heading towards Ryans room* Ryan!!
Ryan: *is already awake, sitting listlessly on his bed*
Ryan: *on the small table of some sort near his bed lie his crossbow and his gun, both loaded*
Ryan: *as he hears Con come towards his room, he starts trying to conceal the weapons....somewhere.*
Con: Ryan! *hits open Ryan's door with his fist, knocking it over* Ryan, were you messing with my ugh...panels?
Ryan: *freezing, not entirely finished hiding weapons* uhh...Con....*winces at loud noises*
Con: *massages his temples* I think I threw up in the washe--What are you doing? *stumbles over and sits next to the bed*
Ryan: *scooting over towards the corner* *quietly* nothin'..
Con: ugh..I'm not in the mood for you s...ow, man, my head hurts...what happened last night?
Ryan: .....*looking away*
Con: *leans against the bed* *squints* Why are we heading for pluto..?
Ryan: You know that politition dude with the name you can't pronounce?
Con: *lays down on the floor* I think I'm gonna chuck again....yeah. Virgible some...thing
Ryan: ....I shot him, man...
Con: nnnnnnnn...don't fuck with me ryan
Ryan: *stands up suddenly* I KILLED A MAN LAST NIGHT, CONNER
Con: *startled at the use of his full name/sudden movement* Dude...what are you talking about? We just got ugh...hammered.
Ryan: *swaying, dizzy from the hangover and the sudden movement/outburst* HOW CAN You....not even remember?! *trailing off in intensity*
Con: I remember we bought this ship. We went and had a drink to celebrate; looking back on that it was a bad idea--wait. We got some guy to buy us a drink...I think. *puts his arm over his eyes* man, I don't know. My head freakin hurts.
Ryan: *scoffs* Your head
Con: Yeah. You got a problem? *growls*
Ryan: I DO have a PROBLEM! *stalks towards the door, leaning on a lot of stuff as he walks*
COn: *feels the vibration on the floor and uncovers his eyes* Ryan, come back man. Whats wrong? It's just a hang over *roles over and starts to get up*
Ryan: *fumbles with the comm a bit, going past static and other radio sounds...stop on some people talking*
Radio: And in other news, the famous politition Virgil Ardissoni was murdered last night in what seems to be a meaningless act of violence....
Con: *stumbles out of the bedroom, using the wall* Virgible? He really...is dead? *makes his way over to Ryan* *hits the machine a few times* What is this stuff? *turns to Ryan* Did you reallly...?
Radio:....the murder weapon was apparently a cross bow, as the only evidence left on the scene was a bolt that killed Ardissoni....
Ryan: *looks at Con*
Con: *eyes widen* You...you killed that guy!
Ryan: *slams radio off* *looks down, hisses* Yesss....
Con: *anrily/disbelieve* Why would you....The guy who bought us drinks....you killed that guy? *runs fingers back through his dark brown hair* what were you thinking??
Ryan: I can't *remember*, alright? Just blur blur murder blur! *turns away and rubs face with his hand*
Con: Well I can't remember either! Maybe you didn't do it. Maybe someone else did--did you check your bow? How many bolts you got?
Ryan: ....*over his shoulder* you know there's one less than normal
Con: *drills his eyes angrily into Ryans back*...fine. What now. You know you killed that guy. thats terrific. What now?
Ryan: *looks up* We go to Pluto....?
Con: O.o
Con: Pluto...yeah, thats right. We'll go to pluto. *rolls eyes* I'm gonna...throw up again *stumbles off down the hall*
Ryan: *watches Con go off, sick himself*
Con: *calls from the bathroom* This is just...nuts, you know that, dontcha?
Ryan: ......I dunno what I know..
Con: *wipes his mouth on his sleeve* You know you killed some guy. Not just some thug, either. *comes out of the bathroom* It's a polotician!
Ryan: I know.
Con: You know how many cops are gonna be on our arse if we get caught, man?
Ryan: I know!
Ryan:.....
Ryan: when we get to Pluto.....I want you to leave me there
Con: *looks up* 'scuze me?
Ryan: *leaning against some wall, arms folded, looking down* You didn't kill 'im...there's no reason why you should hafta hide out, too
Con:...No way. I'm not leaving poor widdle Ryan on *pluto* of all places. *slids into the table/booth* Besides, they're gonna have this ship marked six ways to saturn in a few hours, I bet.
Con: *feelin a little better now that he's thrown up*
Ryan: *looking up* Con...this isn't...I dun want...*looks away some more, frustrated*
Con: this isn't one of our games back home, I know. This is...But I can't just *leave* you on some thug planet, Ryan...
Ryan: And I can't bring you with me into a life of crime!
Con: *smiles weakly* sure you can....*cracks his knuckles*
Ryan: *awkward silence*
Con: *slowly*...I'm gonna go make sure we're still on towards pluto...
Ryan: *doesn't look up as Con passes him (you pass me )* ......Con?
Con: *doesn't look up* ...hm?
Ryan: ...uh...nothin'
Con: ....*punches Ryan's shoulder lightly, then goes into the control room and pretends to fiddle with the navigations, thinking hard*
Ryan: *goes slowly back to his room*
Con: *stumbles back to his room, unconciously fastening his sword on* *loudly, dully* We'll be there soon, Ryan
Ryan: *shuts door and leans against it on the inside*
Con: *winces at the door shutting* *gets into the kitchen to find something to eat, turning on the washer to clean it out*...You want...breakfast?
Ryan: *ignores the sound of Con through the door, laying on the bed*
Con: *breaks a smile* heh...I just asked a murderer if he wants breakfast...heh....*starts laughing lightly, then into a full-fledged roar* Ahaheheh....heh...*picks out a bagel, laughing*
Ryan: *listens to con laugh, wondering what in the galaxy could be making him do so* ... *reaches over and takes hold of his crossbow. He brings it up infront of him, examining this strange thing that has the power to take human life. He disarms it and places it back were it was*
Con: *stumbles down the hall, chuckling, and slids a pop-tart under the door*
Con: Bagels don't fit under the door, man
Con: *chuckles and walks back to the kitchen*
Ryan: *hand resting on crossbow, eyes resting on poptart. Slowly his fingers trail off the one weapon and touch the cold metal of the gun. He pulls that up as well, examining it. He knows it's still loaded as he brings it up to his own temple and closes his eyes. Deftly, he disarms it as well. Suddenly, he hurls it across the room, letting it crash into the oppostite wall metallically
Con: *startled at the large noise darts back towards the door and pounds it with his fist* *through a mouthful of bagel* Wha tah fsk wha dah Wyan?!?
Ryan: *rolling over to face the wall* Nothin'... I'm not doin' nothin'....
Con: *hits the door* *swallows* Well, can I come in?
Ryan: Whatever, man
Con: *opens door slightly* What was that noise? *comes in a bit, adjusting his sword* *looks at the pop tart* not hungry?
Ryan: ..Hungover, sick
Con: *eats his bagel* I get what your saying.....are you..you know...alright?
Ryan: *pause* ...No
Con: *looks around a bit, looking for a conversation* *spots the gun on the other side of the room, winces*...Anything I can do? *feels that sick feelin coming on again*
Ryan: *hates feeling so weak around Con* No
Ryan: Wait-
Con: ?
Ryan: Could...could you take those out of here....my weapons....?
Con: *furrows his eyebrows*.....I...*pauses, unsure* *quietly scoops them up and tucks the gun into his jacket. Holds the crossbow clumsily* I don't think i've ever even touched this thing before...it's funny...the thing you always held to my throat doesn't weigh anymore than a twig *smiles meekly*
Ryan: ......
Con: *smile fades*
Ryan: *wants to tell Con why he doensn't want the weapons in his room, but just...can't*
Con: *doesn't really know what to do with the things...or himself* *steps backwards out of the room, closing the door* < this is just crazy...I can't just *leave* him on pluto...he's my pal...pretty much my only pal> *looks down at the crossbow, tilting his head* *navigation beeps*
Con: We're almost there...we're entering the atmosphere *enters the control room and takes his seat*
Conner: *sorts through his things, and picks out a faded baseball cap to conceal his hair, an open jacket, and a pair of long pants and changes. He finds his own gun and puts it in his pocket* This is nuts...this is insane...I'm on *Pluto*...I'm gonna freeze my arse off...*puts a few things in his backpack incase he can't come back to the ship and grabs another bagel*
Con: *knocks lightly on Ryans door, but doesn't say anything*
Ryan: *opens door, ready to go? ^^*
Con: *looks him over* You need to get a hoodie or somehting...or a hat *ruffles the hair and ducks away before he can be paid back for it*
Ryan: *frowns and tries to fix hair*
Con: *stuffs some food in his backpack* I'm serious about the hat, man. All ready to go?
Ryan: ...A hat...to hide myself?
Con: I know its against your " hair rules" *grins* But you got a wanted face. *heads for the door*
Ryan: *pausing a bit* I don't want...to be labeled...
Con: *looks over his shoulder* But you don't wanna be caught, either
Ryan: *softly* I don't?
Con: We're working as a team on this, I say I don't wanna get caught. Come on, lets go meet the local gangs and get our heads blown off like normal guys *opens the door to the ship and walks down the ramp*
Ryan: *watches Con go, looks around for some kind of head covering*
Ryan: *follows Con out without finding anything?*
Con *tosses a beanie up into the ship* *a little far off* you coming?
Ryan: *grabs the thing off the floor and puts it on after mentally lamenting about the fate of his hair. follows Con out*
Con: *is walking across a giant platform/runway where lots of other ships are docked and is heading for the city)
Ryan: *jogs a bit to catch up and walks next to Con*
Con: *looks back* Oh my god...man,,,you look GREAT in that hat *stifles laugher*
Ryan: Shuddup. *pushes Con* I can't believe you even *own* anything as stupid as this thing
Con: *grins* I keep it for just these occasions *larger smile* Feelin bad? widdle wyan wanna trade? *punches and jogs up ahead, into the crowd*
Ryan: *follows Con*
Ryan: *looking around* This place isn't known for its tourism, y'know
Con: Wish I had a camera...I think I've already seen a couple people they showed wanted on the news *shivers at the cold wind*....Where are we going?
Ryan: I have no stinkin' idea
Con: Okay...You play confused murder accessory, and I'll be the crimal mastermind. *snickers*
Ryan: That's not funny! *glares*
Con: *grins* I think it's funny as hell. *eyes narrow as he looks around*....We need...work.
Ryan: How're we s'posed to do that, huh? It's only like every single person on this planet knows who I am and what I'm wanted for by now.
Con: Fine. Then you shut up, and I'll talk. Hell, *I've* never seen you with a hat on, i think you're gonna be alright. *starts walking in a random direction, cracking his knuckles*
Ryan: *follows after a moment*
Ryan: *pause* Do you know how much I hate this hat?
Con : *doesn't turn* I picked it out just for you buddy, I'm crushed
Ryan: Oh, I'm sure you had me in mind when you picked it. But that doesn't change the fact that I hate it so much I could kill it
Con: *falls silent at the word "kill", keeping his eyes off Ryan*
Ryan: *knows perfectly well what his words have done* Yeah. Maybe now you understand...
Con: *gruffly* Do you want mine?
Ryan: *doesn't say anything*
Con:...cuz I...I don't even need it. *pulls it off his head and stuffs it into Ryan's hands, then turns a corner into a less crowded street*
Ryan: *shakes his head* Con...that's not what I meant--
Con: Just forget it, it's fine. *adjusts the straps to his sword*
Ryan: *holds Con's hat* Hey...do you think we'll be finding much work in this part of town?
Con:....I guess it's just as good as any other part of town to look in...I mean, since the whole planet is thugs, the whole planet must *employ* thugs, right? *keeps walking, more slowly now* *realises that his backpack is making it harder for him to get his sword out of it's holister*
Con: *slows to a halt*....somethings not right...*looks side to side slowly, fiddling with te hilt of his sword to get it undone*
Ryan: *realizes he's got no weapons* Uh..yeah...
Con: Damn...it's stuck--
*ambush goes here!*
Four guys: *magically appear infront of Con*
Con: *turns, stuffing his hand hurridely into the inner pocket of his coat, grasping the gun* *pulls it out* *holds it unsurely at the figures*...Ryan...
Two guys: *suddenly grab hold of Ryan, pinning his arms back*
Ryan: *struggling, getting no where* Con!
Con: *eyes look back and forth between the two situations, holding the unfamiliar gun out infront of him like a toy shield*...Not the welcome wagon I'd hoped fo--
Thug 1: *moves forward, knocks gun out of Con's hand* *gun spins back towards you*
Con: *swings at the thug, who ducks*
Thug1: *Pulls back his arm and his elbow makes contact with Con's jaw*
Thugs the rest of them: *tackle con in unison*
Ryan: *fight futiley for freedom (go alliteration!) until he gets a blow to the face which quiets him greatly ^^;;*
Con: *knocked to the floor, a person on each arm* *pulls one arm free, kicks a thug in the face and stuggles for his feet* Lemme GO! *punches the one on his other arm*
*an unfamiliar hand reaches down and picks up the gun. He cocks it and points it squarely at Ryan's head*
Ryan: *eyes widen as he watches, scared in spite of his previous brushes with death*
Other guy: Now, I'd rather have you both alive, but there really isn't anything stopping me from blowing your friend's head off right this instant~
Con: *has regained his feet. His eyes widen at the gun pointed at his freinds face* *glares, breathing heavily, his lip bleeding* You wouldn't dare.
Con: *doesn't make a move as he's going to do anything* attackers: *take thier positions back, one socking him in the stomach*
Ryan: *winces at the blow to Con*
Con: *goes to struggle out of his holds again, but his eyes meet Ryans, and he knows he can do nothing**lowers eyes*....what do you want?
Ryan: *his stomach tightens as he fully realizes that Con can do nothing --becuase of him*
Gang Leader: *doesn't move at all except for his eyes; which are now looking at Con* Oh, if I told you that now, it'd ruin all the fun I have planned!
Con: *struggles not to get angry and pull free* *his eyes search for Ryan's again* < What do i do, ryan? what am I suppose to do?....hnnnn..> We just got here. We don't have any money or anything...unless you want my hat. *nods over to the baseball cap* (I assume Ryan dropped it?) I don't have anything for you, and neither does he
GL: *grins* I knew I'd like you. But what makes you think I want your stuff?
Ryan: *meeting eyes with Con, apologizing* What do you want, then?
Con: If you wanted our lives, you could have taken them by now. *Con looks at the total number of thugs and wonders if he can get his own gun from his pocket* we don't have anything
GL: How cute. You don't seem to understand that I don't need to *take* your lives; I already *have* them. It really is up to you whether you live or not.
GL: But it's mostly up to you, *Conner*, whether he lives or not.
Con: *frown tightens* < He knows who we are--how? Why us?> *glares at the GL* *lowly*....What do you want?
GL: Seriously, I thought you'd be brighter than this. But I guess I can't have everything, now can I? *laughs*
Con: *growls unevenly and pulls at his attackers* I haven't got all damn day here, buddy. Put a bullet through my brain or tell me what you want~
Ryan: ..Con!
Con: Shut up Ryan.
Ryan: *to GL* Look, he had nothing to do with it, it was me, I was drunk, I didn't know who he was--
GL: *takes a step closer to Ryan, shutting him up*
Con: Just leave him alone! Lets talk about what you want. Whatever it is, you've got it...
GL: Do I? Have you made up your mind even before you know what you're giving yourself away to? Well, it's not like you have much of a choice; you either become my mercenaries, or I kill you here---oops! I seem to have given away the surprise ending....*evilly* how foolish of me.
Con: *lifts an eyebrow* Mercenaries? *licks the blood off his lip with a grin* you've gotta be kidding me.
GL: *still hasn't moved the gun at all* It makes sence, though, can't you see? Two fugitives, no where to turn, one already lost in the mad game of murder. No one to save you. No one who'll miss you...
Con: *shrugs* We don't know anything about killing people. That was an accident anyway, right, ryan?
Ryan: Yeah, it was an accident..
GL: But?
Con: But?
Ryan: What do you mean? It was an accident, not murder, just...not murder..
GL: Oh, but I can tell there's a whole other side of this story. I can see it in your eyes. Do you know what you're eyes look like to me?
Ryan: *squirms a bit and doesn't answer*
GL: They look to me like the eyes of a murderer....and similar to my own. We both have the eyes of murderers who enjoy their lot in life. I challenge you to look ...your friend Conner here in the eye and tell him *honestly* that you did not enjoy killing that man.
Ryan: *strangled* No!
Con: *closes his eyes and grins* Thats just idiotic. That thing that happened last night was an accident. we were both drunk out of our minds. *Squirms a bit and opens his eyes, looking into ryan's* Right, buddy?
Ryan: *his eyes flicker around and away* *growling low* Why did you say that?
GL: Oh, I don't know...perhaps because it's true?
Con: *eyes widen slowly* He's just talking trash...isn't he?
GL: Yes, doubt me, get your innocent friend to tell you the truth. Don't forget to make eye contact, boys~ That's how people know when you're *really* listening~
Con: Ryan....?
Ryan: ...
Con:....*pulls against his holders, trying to get closer* How could you *enjoy* killing someone. Thats...I've known you since we were little--you're not like that. Just look at me. show this clown he's wrong. I know he's wrong.
Ryan: *snaps his head toward Con, locking eyes with him* Yes, yes I did like it! How am I supposed to control something like that?! It's true, it's true, I-- *turning to GL* Just shoot me, alright? Is that what you want? You've got the gun there, not like it hasn't been there before! YES I enjoy killing people! Go ahead, punish me! Punish Me!!
Con: *frown returns and he falls silent, his trust broken*
GL: Now now, aren't we emotional today. I hope this has been a learning experience for us all. But I'm afraid you have me mistaken. *I* am not in the business of justice. If that's what you want I suggest you go to the police. However, seeing as you made your way *here*, I can freely assume that you are probably not going to act upon that option? I give you a choice between two other options here today, please give them appropriate thought
Con: *looks away* Stick 'em to me.
GL: I'm so happy I have a captivated audience~ It truly does make the day so much more worthwhile! You see, as I mentioned before this little emotional spout, you have the choice to either come work for me --yes, killing people-- or you can die yourselves. Simple enough?
Ryan: Deal
Con: *glares at Ryan, face unsteady*
GL: Fantastic! I knew you'd see the light. And how could you not; when you get the opportunity to be *payed* for something we *all* know you deeply love--
Ryan: Shut. Up.
GL: Tisk tisk. Young people are so rude to their elders these days. And how about you, Conner? Do you have an answer for me? Or are you devistated by this inhuman development in your best friend? You know what your mommy always used to say about 'hangin' with the wrong crowd' as it were.
Con:....If I say no, you'll blast in my brains....If I say yes...I'll blast in someone elses brains....you sick fuck.
GL: Oh, you *have* figured it out! Yes, I came prepared to do away with at least one of you, if I had to. But now that Ryan here has accepted, you know who'll get it if you *decline*?
Con:.... *Lowers his head* Do you want me, Ryan? Do you need me to help you *kill* people, man?
Ryan: ....Don't do it...I told you I didn't wanna drag you with me......What are you going to do if he says no?
GL: Kill you.
Con:.....I'll...I'll do it. I--I already said I would....
Ryan: Con, no! You-you don't have to!
Con: *voices firms up a bit, not looking up* I already said, I would.
Ryan: *to GL* Don't let him! Don't take him! Kill me, whatever!
Con: Shut the fuck up, Ryan, just shut up. *looks up at GL* I'm yours.
GL: Aw, now isn't that friendship~ Both of you are willing to sacrifice your life to save the other; but to what end? You'll both be miserable either way. It does benefit me, however, to have you both operable, so, my deepest regrets, Ryan, but it looks like you've dragged your friend down into the stinking depths with you after all. But cheer up, if you plan on staying on the suicidal side, there will be plenty of opportunities for you once you start your missions. Any questions?
Con: Let me go.
Con: They're wrinkling my coat.
GL: Sorry, dear, last I checked, that was not classified as a question. I'm afraid you'll have to try again next time.
Con: No questions. None for you, anyway *flashes a frown at Ryan*
Ryan: *can't look up*
GL: Very well. You're free to go. *motions at thugs to loosen up* You may not leave the gravitational field of this horrid rock. We *will* find you. You'll be contacted tomorrow with instructions. Enjoy yourselves tonight, for tomorrow holds nightmares you've never dreamed of. And boys, please, stay away from the bars?
Con: *pulls free of the thugs and straightens his jacket* I thought I knew you, Ryan. *Walks over and scoops his hat off the ground and puts it on his head, bill in front* *wipes the blood from his mouth and disappears into the crowded street, heading towards the ship*
Ryan: *is released and slowly turns to go*
GL: Oh, Ryan, dear boy, one moment~
Ryan: *pauses*
GL: *approaches, holding out the gun*
Ryan: *after a moment reaches for it*
GL: *suddenly grabs Ryans' wrist and pulls him close, pressing the gun to his head and whispering viciously in his ear* You were so close, weren't you? If only you could have freed your friend and given yourself up to my violent dictates. But not today. And *please* don't think you're so valuable to me that I won't kill you if you ever disobey. Or perhaps I might just kill your noble friend, through *your* hands. *pushes Ryan away, clicks the safety back on, and hands the gun out again* I do believe this belongs to you?
Ryan: *snatches it and turns to follow Con*
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