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[dieinpajamas]

Who| Alpha and OPEN
What| Alpha's pissy and drinking.
Where| A bar, quiet and focused on drinking.
When| Post Arena, Pre-Lockdown
Warnings/Notes| Standard Alpha warnings, in particular homicidal thoughts, otherwise none so far.

There was a part of Alpha, a few parts actually, that were starting to suspect that the Games were all some big plot to humiliate him for all to see. It would explain a lot. He pondered this possibility darkly, along with the problem of Ballard, not to mention the problem of Howard.

And, as always, the ever-present issue of not being where he needed to be. These problems and more, since multi-tasking was a necessary skill of Alpha's, he considered while he sat at the bar in the first dive he could find where nobody would bother him for autograph's or what have you, nursing a tumbler and glaring moodily at the rows of bottles on the wall.

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[dieinpajamas]

"Which problem is that?" he said, once the bartender had dropped off their drinks and gone again. "The one where I was dying slowly because of the radiation poison or the one where I died very quickly because of you killing me?

[itsananimalthing]

"I'll worry 'bout that when they come to collect." He sized up Alpha with a vaguely amused expression. Alpha might have planned to be long gone by then, but he was still here now, wasn't he?

Then again, so was Riddick. He hadn't found the escape route yet, but he was working on it. "Looks like you ain't to worried about it, either," he commented.

[greymatter]

The scientist snickers. "And you weren't playing the Game yourself? Come now, don't take it personally." He takes another sip of his drink. "No. The one where you seemed to be conversing with yourself as if you were speaking to multiple people."

[dieinpajamas]

Alpha shrugged and inwardly clamped down even harder. This was why dead people should stay dead. What was the point of killing the witnesses when they just kept coming back? "I know it's a bad habit, but it is so hard to get good conversation in the middle of a survival death match."

[greymatter]

He raises an eyebrow at the other man. "Dissociative identity disorder." He says. "Is what it sounded like to me. I've experience with attempts at treating it." He taps a metallic finger against his glass. "And I've found that Capitol technology is quite advanced in comparison to what I had to work with at home."

[dieinpajamas]

"Hah," Alpha scoffed. Back to that. DID, Schizophrenia, they always assumed it was something like that. Alright, so there were a couple schizophrenics in there, but they were firmly in the minority. He was pretty sure. It'd been awhile since he'd done the math.

"There's an understatement for the ages," he muttered, then stopped. Tapped a finger against his glass. Thought about what was just said for a moment or two. "Can't think they'd give you access to any sort of significant technology anyway," he said eventually.

[dieinpajamas]

"I try not to worry about anything. It gives you the most unsightly wrinkles." Alpha returned the sizing up with a glance of his own. Riddick still didn't appear of much interest to him, but then, what else did he have to do just then? "Nothing wrong with enjoying the perks of gladiator life," he allowed.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus leaned back just a little at that gesture. "Oh, um...I see..."

[greymatter]

"They wouldn't." He says, with the mischievousness of a child sneaking things past their parents. Really, does he look like the sort of man who plays by the rules?

[itsananimalthing]

Uh-huh. Riddick wasn't entirely sure whether that was supposed to be serious or not. "Guess not." Even if it was all fucked up. Riddick tended not to approve so much of the whole situation. "Not too worried about wrinkles, though."


((:: snerks :: this may wind up them just doing a lot of not talking... XD ))

[dieinpajamas]

"You just walked off with Capitol technology," said Alpha doubtfully. "With cameras around every corner. Enough to, ha, 'treat me'. And what a generous offer, to boot. What makes me so special?"

[dieinpajamas]

Alpha peered at the other man. "You look like a man who would appreciate a gift. Especially when you've got some boy running around with your face. Not related at all, are you?"

[vissernone]

Eva arches her brow and smiles. It's a reptilian expression, lips closed, teeth digging into gum just below the surface. "Well, your tune certainly changed fast."

She may be trashed but she's not entirely stupid right now. But she is stupid enough to keep drinking. "So remind me what it's like to kill, will you?"

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Nope. Never met him before."

He eyed Alpha warily over his glass. "Um...what kind of gift?"

[dieinpajamas]

"Interesting," he said, putting aside the identical strangers (of different ages, now that he looked closer, even) mystery to be examined when he had less alcohol in his system. "The generous kind, obviously. Unique, each and every time. It'll keep people from making the same mistake I just did, anyway." He drew a finger across his face, where he remembered the knife cutting through Blaine's skin.

[dieinpajamas]

"Of course not," said Alpha shortly, rolling his eyes. This was the kind of company you got when you lowered yourself to drink with the masses. "If any of us even show the slightest imperfection -- the kind that doesn't add personality -- they'll set the plastic surgeons on us anyway, I'm sure."


((Yeah, Alpha can go for a while talking about nothing. XD))

[dieinpajamas]

"I'm very changeable," Alpha says, baring his teeth at her in a faux-grin once more. And he fully intended to stick her with the bill. He couldn't carve her up in the alley behind the bar, but he could at least be a minor annoyance. "Have you forgotten? Call up an Avox to your room if you're curious, nobody'll miss one less of them around, I bet."

He waits until the bartender had brought the next round and gone before he continues, thoughtfully. "That's a very broad question. Which part? The very end, when they've just let out the last breath? Or the part before that, when you stick the knife in their gut or the bullet in their brain, the actual act of killing? There's just so many aspects to the art."

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus slid back from the touch with a grimace. "Um...no thanks?"

[vissernone]

"Oh, no, I'm hardly the type to do it without a reason. Personal satisfaction doesn't really rank up that highly for me." She shrugs. "I think...how do you feel the moment you decide to go through with it? Before the act."

[greymatter]

"Never said the acquisition was simple. Or easy." He said. And it hadn't been. "But there will always be insiders willing to work with you. For something to line their pockets with, of course." He grins. "I've a vested interest in finding a cure for your particular disorder." He looks right at Alpha. "Don't fool yourself into thinking I'm doing this for you. You merely benefit from it." That is, if he doesn't completely destroy Alpha's brain in the process. But details, details.

Sorry that it simply took FOREVER orz

[hartless_cowboy]

If it was there to humiliate him, then Lindsey was equally humiliated for having been killed so humiliatingly the first time in the arena. At least his second time was better, although it still bites that a harmless girl won.

The whole Valentines chocolate thing was a mixture of blessing and curse, and now that he was finally feeling a bit better from his 'chocolate hangover', Lindsey sat down at the main lobby bar.

If he was going to get a hangover, he might as well get it from the real thing.

"That tumbler must've killed your cat."

[dieinpajamas]

Alpha stared at the back of the bar for a long, thoughtful minute. "I'd have to...inspect this equipment. Make sure it's all up to regulations, that it would actually make an impact. My condition is what you might call unique." He took a drink, debating how much to reveal, then shrugged and went for it. "For one, I'm not interested in a cure so much as kicking out one passenger specifically."

no worries!

[dieinpajamas]

"Killed it, skinned it, and turned it into a hat specifically to mock me," Alpha shot back automatically before he glanced at his new drinking buddy. He blinked. One of the twins, the ones who came in at different times. He remembers talking with one of them over the network, Lindsey--this one, judging by the hair.

[dieinpajamas]

"Your loss," Alpha shrugs back. There's no point in trying to downplay his personality here, he doubts she'd believe it or, for that matter, care. "I don't tend to spend a lot of time thinking it over. My thought process is more 'this person's in the way. And now they're not.' If I'm feeling anything at that point it's usually...desire." Either for whatever they're keeping from Alpha or simply the desire to pass the time with a new toy.

[dieinpajamas]

Alpha grinned at him. "That wasn't an offer," he pointed out, refraining from also pointing out that it wasn't the sort of gift people had the chance to refuse. "Anyway, already did it to the other one, assuming they let him keep it."