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Post by avisis on Aug 10, 2011 0:07:03 GMT -5
They're addressing him directly now; obediently he seals his mouth. It isn't hard; desert-dust is already clogging his throat for him, making everything taste of dirt and gagging. He stares at the person's feet, and shakes his head.
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Post by dubs on Aug 10, 2011 1:34:54 GMT -5
Squints. Beats on the roof of the car. "What's he sayin?"
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Post by Conway on Aug 10, 2011 9:29:00 GMT -5
"S'not talking." "...we'll take him with us." He kicks the drak uniform away and pulls his coat off, holding it out to the guy, it's long and should adequately cover everything. He keeps his gun pointed at him stilll. "Put this on, get int he car."
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Post by avisis on Aug 10, 2011 13:03:54 GMT -5
He approaches with the hands wide and low at his sides. Taking the coat is a little trickier, but he manages. Getting it on is easy enough.
Getting into the car is the hard part. He gets as far as the door. The handle seems to baffle him; he gropes blindly for it more than once before his fingers hook up under and manage to wrench the door open. He peers into the back seat with less suspicion than concern that he might be misunderstanding the orders.
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Post by dubs on Aug 10, 2011 13:10:26 GMT -5
"Hey, you can't do that!" Dick fights this decision all the way from coat-on to door-open. "Tricks. Tricks, you can't do that! Look, he's a fuckin drac, his shit's right--whoa, whoa, hey little shit, that's not--Tricks!"
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Post by Conway on Aug 10, 2011 15:29:12 GMT -5
He follows behind their /drak/ to the car lifting a hand to his own ear and cocking it at Dicks on the way. "What's that? I can't? I think I am. He /might/ be a drak, but what's he gonna do if he is, he's got nothing on him." He pushes his gun against the draks back. "Hurry up, get in, keep your hands to yourself."
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Post by avisis on Aug 10, 2011 16:58:53 GMT -5
Metal digging into his back; now that he knows how to deal with. Familiarity greases his joints, and he slides easily into the back seat, limbs folding up neatly. The car's a mess, all piled crates, blank smiling faces jutting out at him from odd angles (The Smile That Serves!)
This is more like it. He hunkers down, forehead on hands, hands on knees, fit for transport.
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Post by dubs on Aug 10, 2011 22:42:33 GMT -5
Tricks' insistence does little to instill Dick with confidence about having this weirdo in the car. As a matter of fact, he hoists himself up through the sunroof, just pokes his head back down. "What the fuck is he even doing?"
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Post by Conway on Aug 10, 2011 23:31:15 GMT -5
"Don't know, don't care." He closed draks door and circled back to the drivers seat, not waiting to see if Dick was settled before hitting the gas and getting the fuck back on the move. " Maybe he'll talk to you, won't say a word to me."
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Post by dubs on Aug 11, 2011 20:14:49 GMT -5
He gives Tricks a look--such a look!--before shifting to kneel in the shotgun seat and slide his shoulders between the seats to watch their hop-on. He looks like he's ready for collision or explosion or extermination. Dick chews at the insides of his cheek.
"Whatcha hidin' from dipshit? Head up."
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Post by avisis on Aug 11, 2011 21:25:20 GMT -5
To him. He pulls upright smoothly, meeting Dick's gaze. He's not bad-looking---a little more hunger could carve some serious attraction into those hidden cheekbones, even if they're mostly rounded out for now under sharp green eyes---but his drugged slackness corresponds damningly with his neatly close-shaven hair, giving him more the air of a lab rat than a looker. Muggy as he is, he doesn't look away from Dick's eyes (Meeting The Future Head On!)
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Post by Conway on Aug 11, 2011 22:31:12 GMT -5
Tricks gives the rear view a look, curious for any reaction. Wish the guy would talk.
They'll drive for another thirty minutes or so ( I assume) before pulling off the road and coming around the back of a run down fast food place. " Alright boys, we're home. Let's get this shit inside."
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Post by dubs on Aug 13, 2011 22:27:08 GMT -5
Bows his head even deeper. "You hear that, Mr. Mime? You gonna help out?"
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Post by avisis on Aug 13, 2011 22:45:36 GMT -5
They're talking to him (maybe?) so he tries to look alive. Straightening up in his seat, he nods. He's not sure what he's being told to do, but showing willingness to do it (Energy For Living, Energy For Life!) is what matters.
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Post by Conway on Aug 13, 2011 23:10:42 GMT -5
" Don't call him Mr.Mime, I hated that one." Tricks has come around the side opposite the now dubbed, Mr.Mime. He's stacked up two crates to bring in. " Come on, grab some crates and maybe we'll feed you."
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