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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[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.