[Travis is there in short order, two beers notched between his fingers, swinging idly. They were legally acquired, so who needs to hide them, right? He strolls right up with his usual swagger and his mouth fixed in a hard line, but there's a snap to his pace. Today's aviators are mirrored.]
After you.
[With his free hand he gestures to the doors, which are trying to close but keep stopping a few feet short, shuddering on the spot. Could have a minute to get through, could have ten, but there's no time like the present.]
( Jason's eyes turn down to the beer and then up to Travis. An amused pout pushed over his lips as he kicked off the wall. He's been listening to the doors for a while now, but there was something fun about the risk involved and besides... what the fuck are they gonna do, die again? )
I mean, sure. If you're scared. ( He teased, watched for a second and sprinted on in. )
[Travis ambles on after Jason, near ambivalent to being crushed –– it's more important to look cool, shrugging his way through as the doors close in on him. They snap closed at his heels.]
I went through one of those laser security mazes once. Way harder than a thing like this.
( Jason's almost missed the names he'd get called. Punk ass, little shit, and on they went. Kind of endearing if you ask him. And Travis' comments get a good few chuckles out of him as his body turned to watch the doors snap shut. He shrugged again, eyes moseying around the cargo bay. ) uhuh ( another moment ) what was that for? ( a beat, Jason clarified: ) that laser maze.
( Blues don't take too long to focus on the area where he knows the Pinto is. Instead, they wander along the other vehicles. He tosses a thumb at one of the ATVs. ) Didn't you steal one of these once? ( You know how word gets around. )
( Jason shrugged. ) Out on a port, yeah? Sounds fun. Gotta find a way to keep yourself entertained somehow, god damn.
( His eyes flick around to Travis' nod as if he can see these omnipotent Wardens. Then, he took to lean on one of the vehicles for now. Thinking about the various troubles they could get into--or snoop around. Looked like there were a couple of boxes here, too. Something interesting maybe? ) Gotham has a place like that, too. Arkham. It's actually an asylum, but for the "criminally insane". Kinda works like both, but is just as fucking useless in the end.
No kidding? I always thought it was kinda dated, having places like that, but they're still all over the place.
[Any place like that feels twice as shitty now, here in space prison, where the prisoners are allowed to take a dump in private and move around unfettered.]
The place was high security. Big name prisoners, I guess. I didn't do much research, I just went where I was told, found the chick I was after, and dealt with her.
[He wants to talk with his hands, but they're full, so Travis tosses a beer bottle to Jason –– without warning, but to his credit, he actually checks that Jason is looking his way before letting it go.]
Yeah, well the whole city is run by the mob. Someone goes in, they get out pretty soon after. Use it as a safe place to cook up some new plans and widdle their way out through favors or whatever the fuck. It's pretty easy to buy people in Gotham.
( He's only walked the halls of Arkham once. It wasn't too bad, but honestly the kind of people that lined those cells deserved a lot worse. Jason's problem with a place like that was that it didn't do anything. it was just HQ for the next bullshit plan. Op--it's good, Travis. He's got decent reflexes and catches it with a nod of appreciation. ) Sounds similar enough, but I gotta say didn't think you someone to take orders. You for hire, then, yeah?
( Jason doesn't know how he feels about it, but he'll pop open the beer on a nearby corner and take a swig like it doesn't conflict with anything--stash away the information for later. See what it shakes up as he gets to know Travis more. )
( Jason snorts. ) Oh, its that, too. ( He picks something up and examines it. Doesn't seem very interesting so it gets tossed and the bottle comes back up to his lips instead--head craning over a shoulder back to Travis. ) Besides, is there a fucking difference? Corporate douchbags are just criminals in shitty polo shirts with yatchs and whatever the fuck.
( Jason takes in the moment, but shrugs. He was extremely hireable too, when he was on the streets. Not for the same kind of shit that Travis was, but still for shit that wasn't exactly legal. ) Guess we all just gotta get by, sometimes. Right?
( A beat. Body turning full-on. You know... but actually, he's curious. ) Why this, though? Cause the money's good and you can?
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After you.
[With his free hand he gestures to the doors, which are trying to close but keep stopping a few feet short, shuddering on the spot. Could have a minute to get through, could have ten, but there's no time like the present.]
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I mean, sure. If you're scared. ( He teased, watched for a second and sprinted on in. )
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[Travis ambles on after Jason, near ambivalent to being crushed –– it's more important to look cool, shrugging his way through as the doors close in on him. They snap closed at his heels.]
I went through one of those laser security mazes once. Way harder than a thing like this.
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( Blues don't take too long to focus on the area where he knows the Pinto is. Instead, they wander along the other vehicles. He tosses a thumb at one of the ATVs. ) Didn't you steal one of these once? ( You know how word gets around. )
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[He gives a vague nod of his head, as if the wardens are omnipotent. The universal they. He strolls after Jason.]
It was a prison, but more like a funny farm if you ask me. Pain in the ass to get into.
["I had to kill a bunch of fuckheads."]
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( His eyes flick around to Travis' nod as if he can see these omnipotent Wardens. Then, he took to lean on one of the vehicles for now. Thinking about the various troubles they could get into--or snoop around. Looked like there were a couple of boxes here, too. Something interesting maybe? ) Gotham has a place like that, too. Arkham. It's actually an asylum, but for the "criminally insane". Kinda works like both, but is just as fucking useless in the end.
A beat. ( What fucking jail has laser grids? )
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[Any place like that feels twice as shitty now, here in space prison, where the prisoners are allowed to take a dump in private and move around unfettered.]
The place was high security. Big name prisoners, I guess. I didn't do much research, I just went where I was told, found the chick I was after, and dealt with her.
[He wants to talk with his hands, but they're full, so Travis tosses a beer bottle to Jason –– without warning, but to his credit, he actually checks that Jason is looking his way before letting it go.]
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( He's only walked the halls of Arkham once. It wasn't too bad, but honestly the kind of people that lined those cells deserved a lot worse. Jason's problem with a place like that was that it didn't do anything. it was just HQ for the next bullshit plan. Op--it's good, Travis. He's got decent reflexes and catches it with a nod of appreciation. ) Sounds similar enough, but I gotta say didn't think you someone to take orders. You for hire, then, yeah?
( Jason doesn't know how he feels about it, but he'll pop open the beer on a nearby corner and take a swig like it doesn't conflict with anything--stash away the information for later. See what it shakes up as he gets to know Travis more. )
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[His shoulders slouch a little for a sec, there, but he breezes on by whatever invisible weight just landed there. It is what it is, and all that.]
You'd be the fuckin' first to get that impression, bro. I am extremely hireable.
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( Jason takes in the moment, but shrugs. He was extremely hireable too, when he was on the streets. Not for the same kind of shit that Travis was, but still for shit that wasn't exactly legal. ) Guess we all just gotta get by, sometimes. Right?
( A beat. Body turning full-on. You know... but actually, he's curious. ) Why this, though? Cause the money's good and you can?
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[Travis shrugs easy, ambling along.]
But sure. First year I was working, I cleared three mil or something.
[And yet he’s never managed to scrape together a security deposit for an apartment — that feels pretty fucking funny, in a grim way.
He adds, unsmiling:]
The chicks are hot, too.