CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[CanadienneBacon]

Keihn ("Keen") entered the fellowship hall and looked around. Then he made for the kitchen and sat down at the formica table. He rubbed his hands together, trying to get warm. Bukowski stepped into the doorway and shook Cyril's hands. Bukowski was tall, maybe 6'1". He had a broad chest and something of a beer belly, but his hips and legs looked fit enough. "Biology. More or less. Bill," he said, and it took Cyril a moment to realize he was referring to Keihn's first name, "tells me you have a specimen here that might interest me. Like an octopus? WHOAH?!" Otter strutted into the fellowship hall from the hallway, knife in hand. The Professor's eyes bugged out.

OOC: Cyril is fairly certain Bukowski skimmed the truth when he said he was a Biologist.

Keihn tiredly called from his perch in the kitchen, "What now?" He got up and came to the entryway separating the kitchen and fellowship hall, then snorted. "Bukowski, meet Death Otter. Death Otter, Professor Charles Bukowski, IU. Judging by the state of that knife, Charles, she's either flayed someone or laid waste to your specimen. The former, I hope?" Keihn smiled. It wasn't pretty.

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Out on Washington Street, the kid in the hoodie looked confused. He started to shake his head no, then stopped. "You mean that stuff they take down at the gym? You a lifter? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I don't got none here, but I kin tell you who you want. Twenty bucks for a name."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Out on Washington Street, the kid in the hoodie looked confused. He started to shake his head no, then stopped. "You mean that stuff they take down at the gym? You a lifter? Never mind, I don't wanna know. I don't got none here, but I kin tell you who you want. Twenty bucks for a name."

OOC: "How about three shillings and we forget the name." Sorry, random movie quote came to mind.

Feral rolls his eyes, "Whatever, man." and starts to walk away. He didn't want to let on that he didn't have any cash, just that stupid credit card thing from the FCC.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

It must have been a slow night. The kid called out as Feral left, "A'ight, man. I see, I see. Trade, then. Favor for a favor?" The kid's eyes were assessing.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

It must have been a slow night. The kid called out as Feral left, "A'ight, man. I see, I see. Trade, then. Favor for a favor?" The kid's eyes were assessing.

"Depends on the favor. I ain't got all night."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The kid wavered another beat, then spit on his hand and stuck it out for a shake. "You'll owe me one. What's your name, where you stayin'?" He waited, hand out, expectant. The irony of an old school honor handshake in the middle of a frigid January tenement wasn't lost on Feral.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral looked at the hand, then at the kid with a disgusted expression while crossing his arms, "Feral." Feral purposefully ignored the second part of the question.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The kid put his hand down. If he felt any disappointment, it didn't show. "Well I gotta know where to find you, Mister. Else how'm I s'posed to collect? So where you stayin?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral shook his head, "I'll find you. Tomorrow night."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The kid raised an eyebrow. "You want the name now? Or the stuff tomorrow night? I can get you the hook up for $250. Big horse syringe full."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral nodded, "That'll work. Here, 10 pm tomorrow." Feral could withdraw the cash by then and not have to complicate things. Sounded a little good to be true, but he'd kick that ass when the time came.