Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Uncomfortable for one of them, perhaps. Graverobber was used to staring into the face of dead people, just like he was doing now after having slipped past the Repo Man. The man on the floor was a mess, blood oozing every where now, slow as it became tacky, but that didn??t matter. It was just as easy to turn him over and tap the needle into the nostril, giving it just enough shove to break through bone and cartilage. The Repo Man was long gone when tucked another filled vial into the various straps on his hips. Perfect. And now he had time to loot the place, checking the floorboards, drawers, and any nook and cranny with a practiced air. Whoever the doctor??s patient had been, he certainly wasn??t the richest of men, but it was enough to make the time Graverobber spent leisurely looking through his stuff worthwhile. By the time the first junkie had come by, noting the opened door and lights, he had already disappeared with the valuables. Old Ray was up when he got back to the run down apartment he kept when he wasn??t sleeping in a dumpster on someone else??s bed. No one knew how the old guy??s actual name, but he was a former blind black man with thick sunglasses and the nickname had stuck. ??Rent??s due.? Graverobber rolled his eyes, pulling out vials and putting them down on the man??s desk with a click. Ray turned his head from the computer he had been staring at, a protein folding sim throwing color onto his old face as he counted. ??This is too much,? he said, giving two of the glowing vials a flick towards Graverobber with long, ashy fingers. ??I need information.? Again, there was a stare that might have been uncomfortable for a man that wasn??t used to seeing never-closing eyes, then a soft grunt as Ray looked back to his screen. Ray knew everything that happened in the city, probably more so than anyone save Rotti and his cameras. Knew, for example, that Graverobber couldn't get a place for miles, and that homeless dealers would pay for rent in a mix of cash and Zydrate. ??There??s a Repo Man. About this tall, with multiple assignments.? Ray snorted. ??Repo Men all look the same,? he said, blinking his eyes slowly behind thick lenses. His GeneCo bought eyes were paid for fully, maybe twenty years ago, and were starting to wear out, but a slow blink meant he was lying. Graverobber clinked down a third extra vial, and Ray sighed. ??Boy, if you??ve got a death wish, I could just give you something painless now.? ??You know when repossessions occur. I??ve seen you take in the bodies.? It was no big secret that Ray did back alley surgeries for those who needed them or, better, for those that didn??t but paid well. Amber had come in once or twice because her father had killed her surgeons in a fruitless attempt to stop his daughter??s habit. ??I just want to know when the man has another run.? ??Tomorrow.? Graverobber arched an eyebrow, and Ray shrugged. ??The one you described, it sounds like the one that Rotti??s running ragged.? The old man reached down into his desk, pulling out a folder of cheap printouts, nothing like the glossy things Rotti had thrown on his desk every morning. ??Most Repo Men don??t do multiple hits a night. I can give you the repossessions we??ll see for the next week or so. Most of those will be his.? Ray looked up, ersatz eyes completely white as he searched Graverobber??s pale face for something. Then he grinned, a big smile showing off teeth yellowed from too many cigarettes and caffeine drinks. ??Shame. You were my longest lasting dealer. Make sure you refer me to your replacement.?