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

The flat was small, cramped, and, like much of the city, bleary and grey. He saw no point in decorating it, after all, it was just a place to sleep and keep his clothes so they wouldn??t get stolen by whatever man or woman he was sleeping with. The only thing that might have been mistake as a personal effect was a small, blooming plant with a long stamen and a waxy petal. He had found it once, a few months back, and the damned thing seemed so hardy it had lived in the low light and low care of his place. Sometimes, he remembered to water it. The little houseplant did better than most of the people he knew. The Repo Man??s next target was a young girl of a dubious age. Well, not so dubious now that he had her birth date. She was a pretty little thing with large dark eyes, long black hair and a wonderful mouth, always willing to throw in a little something extra to feed her Zydrate addiction. Enthusiasm. And she always made her payments, at least, to him. Obviously not to GeneCo. But there was something odd. When the Graverobber showed up, there was no screams, no smell, no blood. There was just that young girl standing on the corner. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and he returned the smile just as easily. ??I??m so glad to see you,? she said, pressing against him. Now he could see fear. She was shaking. ??I-I got problems.? ??Yeah?? He traced her lip with a clean finger, the tip smearing the excess of lipstick. Like a snake charmer, he reached down, pulling out a bright blue vial, dark eyes never leaving her face. ??Does this help?? She bit her lip and nodded, pulling out money with a shaking hand. ??Here,? she said, pushing the handful into his own hands. It was too much. Probaly all the money she had on her. ??Just give me a hit, quick.? Graverobber hadn??t meant to actually use the stuff on her. After all, Repo was going to be around any minute now. It was a waste of perfectly good Z. But she was so young, and she had been a good lay. With a flourish, he reached for the gun, popping the little vial in, then pressed it against her neck. She wouldn't feel a thing.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

He wasn??t used to sympathizing with his clients, Graverobber thought as he dropped into a dumpster. Bad for business and all. Usually they were just trash. The dealer rarely liked them, obnoxious, clinging things that they were. He had been waiting, watching for the Repo Man, and Old Ray was good to his word. The man always was. There was the night doctor, though the body language was different today, or, rather, his gait was. It was slow now, more like he was the one dying that night. The only sound he heard today wasn??t screaming. It was the wet sound of cutting into bodies that bled and bled, and he could barely even make that over the sound of the Repo Man??s own costume. Usually the sound of vinyl and sweat made him think of different things, but tonight, well. Professional, right. Graverobber propped his boots up on the side of the dumpster, not even noticing the smell of trash. Bodies got nasty real quick and dumpsters were easy places to stash bodies, so they were emptied regularly and often. In any case, the body he was leaning back on was clothed and fresh, much less decomposed than the average body he worked with. This might be easier, but it would net him less Zydrate he??d have to go out to the grave yards anyways. After all, how many repo??d organs would the man have in one night? Two, three? That wasn??t even enough for one Amber visit, let alone his usual customers at the addict support meetings. It wouldn't even be enough for more info from Ray. But this was turning into quite the hobby. Graverobber hadn??t felt this excited about a run since his first couple of times diving into the graveyards to pay for a new respiratory system to replace his own flagging one. There was something about the Repo Man, the general interest every boy had in the boogieman, and here was the mother of all. Or father, really. The next footsteps were less steady, like a drunk??s. Graverobber??s streaked head popped up comically as he looked about him then he gracefully climbed out of the dumpster. He wasn??t as quiet as he could have been, making sure he dropped with enough speed that his boots would click on the old concrete. The thief rested a hand against the dumpster??s cool metal, looking back towards the figure at the end of the alleyway. Jesus, was he retching? Now this was interesting. Graverobber circled the body slowly, taking in the odd path the Repo Man had taken to her lungs, his own aching in sympathy. They were long paid for, Zydrate-dealing being an amazing way to pay off one??s debts if they kept their ass from getting shot. Whistling a theme from one of the boring shows the Largos put on the only channel, the dealer crouched down, displaying his tools with all the flourish of a surgeon being watched at the operating table. Why had he done it this way? The Graverobber turned the girl??s head toward him, the neck having extra mobility for being nearly, well, gone, and forced the syringe into the brain cavity.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Now the second one, the second one was a joke. Graverobber found the whole thing hilarious. Not only was the Repo Man not the giant monster of a man he had been lead to believe through the stories, but now he was facing up against the man he should have looked like. Repo Men probably smashed just as messily as normal folks. That would be the end of his new Repo-watching hobby, that was for sure. Probably for the best. Graverobber didn??t need an obsession. Wasn??t good for business. Made him spend his nights like some creepy love-sick stalker, following a masked murderer around the city instead of exhuming corpses like he should be. At least he??d get a fight out of the deal. Graverobber didn??t even bother pressing up against anything in an attempt to make himself less visible. He just watched, pale face turned to the scene in front of him. Too bad he didn??t have anyone to bet with. He would have liked to put a bet on his pet Repo Man. Couldn??t see a thing under that outfit, but he imagined the man was scrappy if he had lived this long. Not that he knew the average life of a Repo Man. He figured the job had a pretty high burn-out rate live robbing graves, only they didn??t get killed in the end. But seeing the Hulk, here, maybe that wasn??t true. Especially since this giant of a man was also armed, unlike the little girl he had killed earlier. The fight didn??t quite proceed the way he had expected. Repo Man had a certain elegance in fighting that was oddly attractive, even when he was hurt. It was like watching some big animal of prey, like he had been bred to do this. At first, the doctor looked like he really was in trouble, his victim not dropping even with that nasty wound to the thigh. Goliath probably didn??t appreciate the finesse as the man downed him, carving into his torso with that long instrument he was coming to associate with repossession. His first steps were slow, hesitant as he crossed the street towards the now vacant corner market. A store like that would mean currency in the back and maybe even food. Gravel crunched under his boots as he came forwards, moving around so he didn??t come from behind the Repo Man, crouching down near the giant??s shaved head. The hyena was braver now, coming up to the kill while the lion was still feeding. Bad move, probably, but he had noticed the translucent guard over the eyes and wanted to see something that wasn??t vinyl. Nonchalantly, he began to hum, repeating his ritual of Zydrate collection.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

He had barely finished he had only just clipped out the kidneys and bagged them, the body was still warm and pumping what little blood was left in it, spraying it across the Repo Man and the ground in a spreading, slowly congealing pool - he had barely finished, and he heard footsteps. He didn't move from where he was perched on Mendez's body, like a predator refusing to leave behind the carcass, but he watched, his hand still clutching the knife - it was the vulture from the previous evening, the one he had seen ghosting outside of Muth's house. Once was a chance meeting, but twice - no, this was no coincidence. Repo realized he had a stalker, but he suspected it was for a symbiotic purpose - he took the organs, and this grave robber took whatever the deceased left behind. It made him suddenly wonder if the man had been watching when he'd killed Elaine Summers, and if he'd seen everything that had just happened between him and Mendez. He watched Graverobber in silence, only his eyes visible through the red barrier of the mask visor, watching the other man - yes, he was scavenging, but there was a surrealism to it, he was so bold that he hadn't even waited for the area to be cleared. Perhaps it was because no one was insane enough to come that close when the Repo Man was still in the area most were too afraid. But this one - this one was confident. He cocked his head to the side, an oddly cartoonish motion with the mask on. Repo rose then, and there was so much blood collected in the front of the uniform that it actually splashed onto the ground when he stood, spattering his boots, and he went to put away his knife, only to falter noiselessly, nearly dropping it when his arm gave another protest. The cut had gone through the uniform, slicing the GeneCo label in half and cutting through the shirt he wore underneath, digging into tissue and muscle he refrained from touching it - his gloves were too bloody. He put the knife away, and he watched Graverobber for a moment longer before turning and heading away he suspected it wouldn't be the last time he ran into the other man.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

The thief stopped in his motions too, giving Repo Man a crooked smirk as if the whole scene was no big deal. As if he often crossed paths with Repo Men, even shared the same body with them. Unlike the GeneCo employee, the entirety of his face was visible, expression accentuated with the white base he was so fond of. His easy self-assurance had worked better than he would have hoped. Graverobber had expected some negative response, perhaps in the form of shooing him off or those eyes narrowing under the colored plastic, but there was nothing save for surprise from the other man. Obviously, carrion feeders like himself were rarely so brave. Taking the Zydrate from the corpse was such an easy task now, like breathing or pick pocketing, that he could watch his partner from the corner of his vision as he worked. Movement was especially easy to see. Repo??s face might be hidden, but his body language was crystal clear. He was confused and hurt. Funny. You didn??t hear about that in the tabloids. Repo Men were invincible there. Made for better stories, after all. Though the masked figure covered in his victim??s blood was true. Who knew the giant had so much blood in him? Graverobber knew his own coat was soaking in the stuff and, unlike the doctor??s vinyl, it would stain, but one extra stain on the natty faux-leather hardly mattered. It??d be like trim or something. Not that he desired to feel pretty for the whores he generally saw. Graverobber pulled out the needle with a little pop. This guy was big enough he??d probably get two vials out, but the second would probably be of such poor quality he??d waste the glass. Nah. Better to head to the graveyards. Besides, the GeneCo flunkies probably missed him giving them a good run. They??d end up complacent, and he couldn??t have that. Finished, Graverobber watched the Repo Man leave. This time he didn??t say anything, but the man hadn??t gutted him for coming close. Before he turned away, though, he did chance a raised eyebrow, almost flirting, the sort traditionally productive members of the work force did over water coolers or cubicle walls or whatever he hadn??t had a normal desk job in his life. He did manage not to add an ??I??ll see you later, then?? to the other man??s back, knowing he was pushing his luck as it was. Next time. Now, he thought to himself as he swung his back over his shoulder and stretched his legs, now he had to make a trip to the graves. He had all night, if he wished it. Maybe he'd find a little extra so he'd have time for his new entertainment.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

The night air was hot again, and he could feel the vinyl of the uniform sticking to his skin, and with the exhaustion wracking his brain, he found himself consciously aware of the weight of the knives he kept under his coat, up his sleeves, and in his boot. He felt weighed down by them, but they were needed equipment - but at least it was only two marks that night, though the first one appeared to be - extensive. Julian Treacher. GeneCo parts for Reposession lungs, stomach, liver, spleen. Everything but the kitchen sink - this guy was so far behind on his payments that it would take most people their entire lifetime to pay it off, plus interest due to the rising prices of inflation. Treacher was hopelessly in debt, as evidenced by the file that Nathan had been given. He stalked the area that Treacher was known to hang around like any other Zydrate addict, they tended to pick an area and stick to it, so it only took a few streets before he located him - and he felt his blood pressure rise significantly when he did find him. Treacher was there, yes, a skinny, simpering thing with a map of sutures on his chest and stomach, scantily clad and - - hanging off of the Graverobber. He faltered in his step just beyond the alleyway, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, and he watched the Graverobber's eyes move to where he was standing he was in darkness, so he was sure he couldn't be seen, but the vulture was lit up like the central character in a stage show, surrounded by hookers and drug addicts who were clinging to every part of him. He would have to wait to get to Treacher there was no rule that said he couldn't take the organs in front of others, but there was more of a risk that someone would interfere when there was a group nearby, and he was already too sore from his fight the previous night. Besides, Nathan didn't want to kill anyone that he wasn't contracted to kill - Repo was another story, though. So he hung back he climbed the outside staircase that clung to the side of the apartment complex he was behind, and he waited from a high perch like a bird of prey, backlit by moonlight and watching for the moment he could get Treacher alone.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Graverobber didn??t do well with charity cases. The boy was whimpering, whining, pleading, but he pushed him off. This was his own damned fault. So the kid hadn??t read the fine print very few of them ever did. At least the girl yesterday, she had been trying or Graverobber liked to think so. This one had hopped from operating table to operating table, racking up a debt that even Amber might raise an eyebrow at. There were tears, now, there always were, then yelling. The kid was angry, shrieking and kicking the ground. He might have hit Graverobber, but the look from the others hanging off him gave him pause. Boring. Absolutely boring. He??d seen this very scene five hundred times before. The only thing that redeemed it was the killer waiting in the dark. It wasn??t that Graverobber wanted to watch a man die. He liked to think of himself as a somewhat decent fellow, if one ignored the whole drug-dealing, grave-robbing, sleeping around bit. He didn't kill people, he dealt with them when they were dead. Or when they were alive and begging Zydrate from him, though, if he thought along that train of thought, he was probably hastening a few of them to their deaths. Not that it really mattered, he thought, running his hands through the short, curly hair of the man that had replaced the Repo Man??s mark. Everyone was on the same path to about six feet below. Some of them just went a little quicker. They all left corpses, though. The whore jerked away from the herd, clutching himself and shivering even though the night was warm. No Z meant he was afraid and in honest pain, probably something he hadn??t felt since he had started his scalpel marathon. Graverobber looked up, pushing the new kid??s hands from his belt. Unlike their former friend, they were doped up on their cure, all save for one, but he changed that quickly once she had paid. Repo??s bird of a mark turned his head back sharply to the group, glaring nastily, and Graverobber gave him a little wave. They never were polite enough to wave back. This one gave him the finger, his other arm still pressed to his chest, and it annoyed him that the dealer paid him little attention. No. His rimmed eyes were up, watching as if he could see what was going on off stage. Another shove to the kid beneath him and he shrugged off the ones hanging on him, fingers running through his hair and the fake, natty fir of his coat.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

Patience paid off he had only been watching for a few minutes before Treacher seemed to lose his temper with the Graverobber as something apparently sent him flying off the handle - by the looks of it, he had been denied his fix for the night. He couldn't pay. And for an instant, Nathan found himself struck by the suspicion that the Graverobber was somehow trying to send Treacher away from the flock, trying to separate him, almost as if he was trying to make it easier, make it quicker for the Repo Man to do his intended job. Of course, there was benefit for the scavenger in it - when there were bodies, there was Zydrate, and he suspected the Graverobber wasn't the sort with the stomach to do it himself. He watched the Graverobber for another long moment, shifting his jaw, and then he moved across the rooftop, his footsteps scarcely making a sound, and he dropped down like some phantom in the shadows, landing directly on top of Treacher. The man let out an ear-piercing shriek that told Repo the new lungs were working very well but he just wasn't in the mood to put up with the noise, his head was already aching from the previous night, and he was feeling a little sour, so he clapped his hand over Treacher's mouth and wrenched hard, forcing the man's mouth shut, clamping the man's teeth over his own tongue in the process. Blood spurted up between Repo's fingers, and muffled noises of pain and terror continued to escape Treacher, up until the point he brought out the knife, and the man's eyes went wide and he fell silent. And that was precisely when Repo realized there was a hand on his knee, and it was sliding up his thigh, the goal obvious as though Treacher thought it might give him a chance. Repo froze only for an instant, confused until he felt fingers - where they shouldn't be. Reflexively, he brought the knife down and ended up putting it directly through Treacher's eye, and the man died almost instantly with only a few short moments of spasming, leaving the Repo Man sitting on top of him, completely motionless for a moment, stunned by his own reaction - and then he withdrew the knife and got to work. The ribs were easier to pry open then Mendez's had been Treacher was a good deal smaller, so they cracked with spectacular ease in comparison, and he began the messy work of clipping out the lungs, the spleen, the stomach, and the liver. The parts were so new that some of the dissolving stitches were still there.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

The screech sent Graverobber??s informal little pre-orgy running. They were whores, the lot of them, but they weren??t stupid whores. It was easy to figure out what was happening the kid couldn??t pay for Zydrate or surgery, and now the Repo Man was after him. No matter what the official stance on the Repo Men was, every hooker, dealer, and simple peasant of the city knew that King Rotti??s elite guard was real and stalking down a street nearly every night. The addicts scattered like so many startled pigeons, flying off to where they??d be out of the way. Graverobber strolled offstage and into the darkness. Ray was right it was his Repo Man again, hunched over his kill as he began snipping away various designer organs. He was either very brave tonight or very stupid as he came around the killer from behind. As his eyes adjusted he could make out hair that was nearly silver in the dim light sticking out from under the helmet where his neck was exposed from bending his head forward. The thief looked over his shoulder, close enough that his hair trailed down the man??s neck and whistled. ??I didn??t know he had replaced it all ,? he said conversationally, than made his biggest mistake that evening. He easily draped a hand on the man??s shoulder, just the slightest force there to keep balance for a second. Graverobber was already thinking about extracting the Zydrate, the fact that he might pull out two vials from this kid. He was surprised the body didn??t ooze the glowing blue liquid instead.
Thread: Grave Matters: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxKawamura)

He was up to his elbows in the messy work, distracted as he clipped out each organ with expertise, bagging each one as he finished with it it was a lot to take from a single target, but there was no questioning the order - Treacher had replaced a majority of his organs, the worst kind of surgery addict, particularly because he couldn't even scrape up enough to make the monthly payments and just kept getting replacements. Judging by the way his kidneys looked, they were replacements as well, but not GeneCo - likely some back alley surgery he'd had done when he realized GeneCo wouldn't let him take out a loan on any more parts. He rubbed his hands against his legs to remove some of the gore that was collecting on his fingers, and he realized there was a residual touch still lingering on his thigh from where Treacher had touched him. He tried to shake it off tried to concentrate on his work - but then a shadow loomed nearby, and the lights were dim, but it was enough to make out a vague silhouette, the long hair telling him who it was. Graverobber. Like a predator interrupted in the middle of a feed, the Repo Man froze, his back hunching his body language made him look as though he might even snarl. But then he felt something Graverobber's hair tickling the nape of his neck, and it was enough to send a small shudder through him, his hands clenching as he heard the man's voice just a little too close. And then a hand on his shoulder. Before he even knew he was doing it, the Repo Man was on his feet and had whirled around, rounding on the Graverobber, one hand securing around the vulture's throat and backing him into a wall. Nathan wasn't as big as the myths claimed, but his strength betrayed his appearance, a bizarre power coming from him, and his voice came out as a low, rasping growl, You're stalking me . he hissed.