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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[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.]