Running amok

[fire_punk]

[Kevin looks over his shoulder as he tests the doorknob. The key part of stealing is not getting caught, after all. It's easiest when no one's around.

A little bit later, he's walking down the hall, no different from normal. What? Did he just grab your butt? Umm... Sorry?]

[OOC: Kevin's acting out, stealing random small items wherever he can and mindlessly groping people for the next week. Consider this a catch-all post for the week.]

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[soliterraneous]

[ Aeryn is in the hall, back to her memorization of the ship, when someone else passes her.

Fine.

But said someone else gropes her and that is not fine.

Which is how she turns around, grabs Kevin by the collar of his shirt, and hauls him against the nearest wall. ]

The frell do you think you're doing?

[fire_punk]

N-nothing!

[He tries to pull her hand away from him. This is really way too familiar for his comfort.]

Let me go!

[soliterraneous]

Touching women without permission is nothing?

[ She lifts him just a little. ]

Why shouldn't I break your thumbs?

[fire_punk]

I... What?!

[He hadn't realized he'd done it. Not until she says that.]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!

[soliterraneous]

You didn't mean to.

You're speaking dren. Try. Again.

[fire_punk]

[Shit. Shitshitshit. He'd thought he was past this.]

I wasn't trying to touch you. I mean you're hot and all but... I wasn't trying to hit on you.

[soliterraneous]

[ Aeryn sneers slightly. ] Contact was made, boy. [ She's not letting him down either. ] Who is your warden?

[fire_punk]

[He squirms, trying to get away.]

Jesse.

[soliterraneous]

[ You want to go away? Have at it, because Aeryn is dumping you unceremoniously to the ground and stalking off. ]

[fire_punk]

[He'll be running off to hide in his room for a bit. She really scared him.]

[persecutioncomplex]

[This is why Touko doesn't care for herself, doesn't let anyone touch her. It's a shield, it wards off everyone who could be even the least danger, and someone breaching that, reaching out to grab her makes her jump, shriek, and in the instant she realizes no one's ever done this before...]

[syouko]

[...she disappears.

Syo doesn't understand why she's here for a moment. There's no danger, just some scrawny guy she's already done, one who isn't even her type, but they have the same nerve endings and she feels just what he must have done. She giggles nastily and turns to him, grinning.]

I thought we were a one-night stand.

[fire_punk]

[He blinks, not recognizing the change in her. He's not even sure what she's talking about.

I don't understand.

[syouko]

[Her smile broadens, but she answers with a petulant pout; her answers are in a higher register than Touko's.]

We already did it once, but you aren't my type. You don't remember?

[fire_punk]

[He shakes his head.]

I think I'd remember getting laid. And why did you sleep with me if I'm not your type?

[syouko]

[A hysterical laugh escapes, her hand over her chest, and it takes a minute for it to subside into snickering before she can slink forward and wrap an arm over Kevin's shoulders. She doesn't have any scissors with her today, and Touko isn't allowed to get near sharp objects, or she'd show him what she means instead of tell. Just to tease him, of course: she's never tried to do a guy twice. She never could before she came here, anyway.]

I guess I was desperate! I wanted to do you before you did me. [She looks at him over her glasses, mock-seductive.] Are you sure you want it again? I know it couldn't have been too good for you!

[fire_punk]

[To his credit, he actually is a little creeped out. On the other hand, he hasn't gotten laid since he got here. Besides, being creeped out and having sex aren't mutually exclusive in his life. He licks his lips.]

Yeah. I'm sure.

[syouko]

You really don't remember?

[She leans in further with a flash of teeth and snaps playfully at his nose.]

[fire_punk]

I don't.

[He would say otherwise if he knew what she really meant.]

[syouko]

You've died so many times here that they all run together?

[Her eyes darken, and she's suddenly almost jealous; she doesn't really like him, but if she's killed someone, they're hers, not anyone else's. They have to remember her.]

Who did it?

[fire_punk]

What? No!

[Okay, now he's getting worried. How did they go from talking about having sex to talking about him dying?!]

[syouko]

You still don't get it, do you? You never heard?

[She frowns, pulling her face back to openly scrutinize him, eyes lingering on his body as her frown grows, and sums up her answer with a shake of her head.]

I don't know what I must have been thinking, to do you up so good! I only want to kill you if you're cute.

[fire_punk]

Heard what?

[He's seriously freaking out right now. She's talking about killing him now when she'd just been talking about them having sex. Confused and scared are barely scratching the surface. The one consolation is that she says he's not cute.]

Fine. I'll just go do something else, then. I didn't say anything about you killing me. You were sick then.

[syouko]

But that's exactly what I meant!

I know what you were thinking, but... it's almost the same!

[fire_punk]

No, it's not! It's not the same at all! [Well, not unless it was with Yvette and she decided to beat him up first. Again.]

[with_my_teacup]

[One of the napkin dispensers is missing. It's a small thing, but it's a thing that has just struck Riddick right in the nerve. He prowls through the hall on the scent of the thief, boots unsettlingly quiet, teeth showing in what's not really a smile.]

[fire_punk]

[That napkin dispenser is hidden safely under Kevin's bed. Where Kevin is not right now. He's goofing off in the bar.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick makes note of the room number and goes on a quiet stroll, peeking into the common areas, the inmate showers, winding his way up to the deck. He spots Kevin in the pub, and decides to set an ambush for him outside instead of bringing down anyone's buzz.]

[fire_punk]

[Riddick will have a good long wait, then. Kevin's determined to get so drunk he can't stand up. Don't bother asking him why. He won't be able to tell you. It's a couple hours later when Kevin finally staggers out.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Well, that certainly makes ambush easier. Riddick is good at waiting; he picked a corner to watch the door and then went so still he nearly vanished, and kept doing that for the hours between then and now.

The time hadn't really made him any less pissed off, so he waits for Kevin to stagger past before grabbing him by the back of the shirt, lifting him off the floor with one big arm, and carrying him bodily to the nearest quasi-secluded corner.]

Let's talk, you and me.

[fire_punk]

Wha?!

[Kevin squirms, trying to get away. He's too drunk to make anything like coordinated movement. If Riddick looks in his eyes, it's clear the kid's panicking.]

S'op. Mom'zno' 'ere.

[with_my_teacup]

Oh, this is charming.

[Riddick smiles gently, like he's feeding on the panic.]

Want me to put you down? Want to go back to your room?

[fire_punk]

[He kicks, trying to ignore how his head spins.]

No' wi' you! Lemme go!

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick gives him a shake, voice still mild and pleasant.] See, champ, when you steal from me, you don't get to make demands.

[fire_punk]

Dinnit! [He's pretty sure he didn't steal from this guy.] Don' 'oush mme!

[with_my_teacup]

You took something from the cafeteria. Where is it.

[fire_punk]

No' tellin' you. Lemmme go!

[with_my_teacup]

Yes you are. Stop making noise or I'ma shut you up and take this someplace private.

[fire_punk]

[He shuts up then but keeps trying to get away. As if he'd have a chance, even if he was sober.]

[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker is not in his room when Kevin goes a'rattling.

His dog Digby, however, is. The golden retriever looks up from his place on the floor, watching Kevin without lifting his head]

[fire_punk]

[Kevin smiles nervously at the dog.]

Good boy. You stay there, okay?

[He stay well away from the animal. He'd really rather not get bit. A book catches Kevin's eye. Not the sort of thing he'd normally care about but something about where it is makes him think it'd be missed.]

[deadly_ned]

[Digby is not the sort of dog who bites. He remains sitting on the floor, watching Kevin with a tired but generally friendly eye]

[fire_punk]

[Great. Kevin'll just grab the book, slip it inside his shirt, and leave.]

[darknessb4me]

[Any touching is going to get a punch thrown at you, little dude. Hard.]

[fire_punk]

Ow! [He holds his face, staring at the... guy?! He'd been sure the person in front of him was a woman.]