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

He had to wiggle the door and press his whole weight against it to get the thing to budge. Creepiest thing to open it and find a pair of metallic eyes staring at him, and this was coming from a man whose resume included robbing graves and stalking Repo Men. So Old Ray was up. The young man actually looked behind him, searching for whoever had come in after him. The formally-blind bastard only stayed up for taking rent or bodies, and by the look of it, he??d been waiting for the latter if his surprised look was any hint. ??I wasn??t suspecting to see you up,? Graverobber said, pulling off his gloves as he walked past. ??I could say the same for you, boy.? Ray chortled and stood with an ??oomph??. ??Got a few more targets. Might have a job for you if you want the pay.? Graverobber paused in the door that lead to the stairs, glancing back. ??Or a reduction in your rent.? The ass was actually smiling as Graverobber gestured for him to go on. Ray was the same sort of man as Rotti, not the Rotti on the official papers, but the Rotti that graced the gossip columns and tabloids. Man knew how to keep people working for him. Rarely, though, did any of his contracts turn out to be down-right Faustian. Apparently, morals landed you in a dingy, run down apartment complex doing back alley surgeries for sick whores and scalpel sluts, while their lack got you a company like GeneCo. And kids like that. Graverobber??s mind flashed to the Largo daughter who had come by, high as a kite and stitches barely holding earlier in the night, demanding more Zydrate. Maybe Old Ray had the better idea. ??I??ll try and find you one of those old organ carrying units.? Ray had come over to hand over his repossession files. The younger man took them, foot still in the doorway to the staircase to keep the door propped open. Unlike the usual fine print GeneCo was so fond of, these were in large, block print just like last night??s. How many of his vials went to paying some addict in the company for these? Ray was sneaky. ??A few nights, I??ll send you out and you can pick up a few parts for me. Give your Repo Man a bit of competition.? ??Yeah, and then he leaves me on the sidewalk with his mark. Uh uh.? Ray grinned toothily as Graverobber turned around, coat swinging out behind him. He could still feel those artificial eyes staring at him through the wood, though GeneCo hadn??t added an X-ray version. The next night he was early again. Perhaps it was because these were people he knew. Maybe not this one, a scrawny little addict with bird-like movements that spoke of very little food, but he knew their type. Could see the scars cross his chest from underneath his stringy top. Damned guy probably had the works, probably was more GeneCo than human now. He kept scratching at them with long, damaged fingers that plucked along like he was playing a guitar not checking his stitches. Graverobber was almost glad to see him put out of his misery. Repo Man??s target's lips twitched up into a smile as he spotted the dealer. His friends were there, too, about four young people that Graverobber??s mind interpreted as a single, colorful whole. Rarely did any one of them think for themselves, rarely did any of them show some spark that made him catch interest. He was better off in the graveyards. Those people didn??t disappoint you they were dead. The dead never lived up to expectations, so there was no point in even having them. A crunch, like a foot had taken the wrong path on an otherwise silent walk. The thief glanced up from his little crowd that pressed up against him, lined eyes staring down the alley. He couldn??t make anything out, but that was the problem with standing right beneath a light. Anything outside, in the partial darkness, was hidden, and they, they were on stage. One girl had taken to touching his multi-streaked hair, her nose against his ear, high up in the stratosphere. The boy, the mark, was whining, pressing his hands under Graverobber??s shirt to the scarred, hairy chest underneath. He didn??t have the money, he??d have it later, he just needed one hit, he??d do anything.