2nd Deal - [accidental video/action]

[powerguy]

[The camera opens to a blurry close-up shot of a face. It pulls back, focuses, and reveals That New Guy with the tattoo and the accent. He's got a cut lip, and looks in a mild state of shock. He wipes his hand across the back of his face, wiping the blood off. Then something in his expression hardens.]

So that's how it's going to be, yeah?

[The camera pulls back just in time for him to tug his shirt off, tossing it out of shot.]

Come on, then.



[ooc: Seth is cursed and cursed hard. Please feel free to bump into him and get into some fisticuffs. NEW CR Y/Y. Also, you're welcome. :-P]

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[commarogue]

[ She backs off, shoving NerdDude off to the side and holding her hands up all surrender-like. ]

You good? Curse wearing off? Not all that interested in being your punching bag anymore, so next time's not gonna be all Gandhi and Dalai Llama, got me?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

[This leads to more confused face. You talk funny, lady.]

I.. don't know why I did that.

[commarogue]

Like I said, dude. Curse. Whole City's doing it.

[ She eyes what's lying on the ground between them. ]

Is that what you were fighting over?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

[Seth bends down to pick up the long-forgotten bag of crisps.]

I guess it was, yeah.

[commarogue]

[ She watches him carefully. Never know when a guy's gonna haul off again. ]

Should I drop you in front of the police station or something? Let someone lock you up until the roid rage is gone?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not deal with the police, thanks.

[He crosses his arms. Old habits die hard, and the police still aren't his favourite.]

Sorry about the -

[He gestures at her face.]

[commarogue]

Makes two of us.

[ She shrugs, gives a sigh. ]

No big; I mean no offense, but you hit like my grandma.

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

Thanks for that. I guess.

[commarogue]

...Seriously, though. You aren't getting twitchy or anything? I'm not in the mood for babysitting.

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

I might just... go home. Er, to the welcome centre, that is.

[Still needs to find a flat...]

[commarogue]

Welcome center's got people for you to fight with. ...Haven't found a place yet?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

I've only been here a week.

[And no one from home knows who he is...]

[commarogue]

Oh. They should make noobs wear signs...

[ Foot-shuffle. ]

Okay well, first month's rent's free, English. Might not have furniture but we can gank some from wherever's abandoned.

[ Notice the we? Maybe Faith is interested in some babysitting. ]

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

People just leave stuff behind round 'ere?

[He notices the 'we'. He's not that slow. But he won't comment on it yet.]

[commarogue]

[ Shrug. ]

People disappear. Nature of the game.

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

[His lip is still bleeding, so he wipes it on his shirtsleeve.]

Are you using 'game' literally this time?

[commarogue]

[ She's not the most aware of folk... ]

Huh?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

I've heard people calling this place all sorts of things. Reckoning it's a game being played on us doesn't seem far off.

[He spits the blood out of his mouth and wipes it again. Fuck, that's starting to hurt.]

[commarogue]

Oh. Yeah, real fun game.

[ Okay, Mike Tyson. You get a funny look from Faith now. Congrats? ]

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

[He feels so proud.]

So, erm. Have you been here long?

[commarogue]

Guess so. Call me a veteran. Your lip looks like shit.

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

[That gets the smallest little laugh out of him.]

Thanks for the honesty.

[commarogue]

If we try to get you a bandage or something, you gonna pick a fight with the cashier over it?

[drinkslikeanan.livejournal.com]

I can't know if I will, can I?

[He hadn't planned on starting a brawl over a packet of crisps.]

[commarogue]

Wanna find out?

[ She might sound kind of eager! ]