Odd Occurances(ask)

[Who Wrecks?]

It's the caffine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar, its my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, its my car, its the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain...

The rhyme seemed to ooze out of the speakers, and penetrate into the minds of the patrons with its subliminal messages. Farbod aimlessly mouthed the words, obviously only being able to wrap his mind around half of them and using generic mouth movements for the rest. He was drinking some terrifying liquid with foam at the top, which he noticably detested.

 

[The Agriculturist]

Jaako was not a man of shitty cantinas. He liked good ale, good food, good women, good things. But he wouldn't miss this.
It had been a while since he had last seen Farbod, and he didn't really regret that. Farbod was an odd type, and Jaako, as mentioned before, wasn't getting with odd. He got down with good.

But Salo did want to know what had happened to the poor bastard, and so he came. they say Curiosity killed the cat, but the tiger eats the curiosity. Jaako trained that tiger.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Almost immediately, Farbod's eyes darted towards Jaako. The training of a trained killer never left you, only entered states of remission. He knew that they were keeping tabs on him, he also knew that they were supposed to meet, but seeing Jaako again got him thinking about why he left, parania and fear.
Just leave damnit Farbod thought to himself Just leave. You don't need this, you don't need to be here. What if its all a set up? He asked himself, trying to not to show Jaako his fear. What if he's here to kill me?
But what if he's not? A tiny voice replied What if he's being honest? What if he really is here to give you the money for your last hit? Forbod reasoned with himself, trying to solve his inner struggle. All the while Jaako sat across from him, eyes staring straight ahead no emotion in his voice.
What if he's telling the truth? Farbod thought frantically, working himself up more and more with each thought. What if he's not? What if he's lying? He reasoned, because he knew one thing about Jaako's kind They all lie.
He quickly realized that his silence could give away his hidden motives, he blurted out a stumbled "Hey..."Lame, but it might work.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Farbod, my boy!" Jaako called to the pathetic image that stood before him, a sorry representation of the Farbod that was. Prior to the drug use. "I see you've become err...very...Well you fit in here." He sat down opposite the man, and cleared his voice, needlessly, before speaking again. "I'm doing fine, same old, same old. Still killing and making a killing. And I've gotta ask you, mate, one thing that's been really on my mind." He paused for a second. "Are you still on the drugs?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Are you still on the drugs? The words seemed to rattle audibly within Farbod's skull. He was. It was a major reason why he was here. Farbod could steal to survive, but under the constant stress of spice and stimulants he had become clumsy and awkward. Bags hung under his maroon colored eyes, which only emphasized his pale white skin. He was definitely a site to behold.

"I've gotten...erm... better." If there was any truth to that, it was because of the lack of contacts.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

ooc: This works as a bump too, but hey, have you sent me Jackal's yet?

 

[The Agriculturist]

OOC: Not yet. patience my son.

"Right, right." Jaako sighed as he motioned the waitress over to him, pointed to a very potent ale on the menu -knowing he would need it for this- and once again turned to Farbod. "So first, I'm going to have to get you off of the drugs. ****ing great."

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"Get me off the drugs? Who the **** are you? I said I'm getting better leave it at that." Farbod spat out, uncharacteristically hostile.

"I thought this meeting was about money. It is about money, right?" The man had begun fidgeting, the sound of his stool creating a very annoying and distracting rhythm.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Alright, alright, settle down, you junkie bastard." Jaako hissed at the man. "Look, I can't just give you that amount of money like that, it looks suspicious-thank you." He said to the waitress with a nod, then continued his prior train of thought. "So, give me your hand, like we're shaking, and ill give you the credit chip."

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Farbod extended his hand nervously, saying very loudly "It's been good to see you again!"

 

[The Agriculturist]

As soon as their hands met, Farbod could feel a prick in his palm, all the while Jaako kept a firm grip, allowing the sedative to be fully injected. "Alright, old mate, here's a quick shange from the stimulants that will be the last bit of this shit you'll see. So, zone out, Farbod."

 

[Who Wrecks?]

As the sedative oozed into his bloodstream, Farbod's eyes began to drift as if they were too heavy to lift themselves, and he wobbled back and forth before slamming head first into the metal table. He wasn't used to the good stuff anymore, apparently.

 

[The Agriculturist]

Farbod had been in the detox chamber for 48 hours now. And shit was still coming out of him. Stimulants, Hypnotics, Narcotics, sedatives, animal dung...everything that could possibly get you high. Since the last time they met, Farbod had gone down the tube.

But Jaako didn't really want that to happen. He couldn't allow it to happen. He still needed the boy. A hunter that good doesn't ever forget his skill. He just buried it.

Salo pressed the release key in the chamber control, initiating the awakening procedure. Let's see how the poor bastard feels.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

"uhhnngg?" He grumbled incoherently. He rolled flat on his back, allowing his arm to exit the chamber, and the rest of his body to lay slouched against the walls. He wasn't quite sure what happened, but he did remember Jaako, and thinking Jaako was going to kill him. So maybe he was dead?

"Am I dead?" He asked stupidly.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Only in your head, mate." He tossed him a piece of bread, somthing light to fill his stomach, start the digestion slowly and not all at once. "How fast before you can stop being an idiot?"

Beside the table opposite the two man was footlocker, with the inscription "Farbod" carved in it expertly. it was needless to say what was in it, yet Jaako was prepared for a dumb question from his old friend.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Snatching the bread, Farbod nibbled at it before crawling slowly out of the cage. Bracing himself, he stood up, and eyed the room. He looked at the footlocker, then back to Jaako. He had been in this situation before. Wanting to ask questions, only to feel stupid moments later for asking a question that Jaako thought was obvious. It never was obvious.

"Whats in the box." It wasn't even a question. He didnt have the energy to change the inflection at the end of the sentence to create such a thing.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"A clown. And strippers. What the **** you think?" He said shaking his head. "Don't stretch this out, Farbod, I need to see what you can still do. Time is of the essence."
He eyed the footlocker, making it clear that Farbod should just open the damn thing.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Slowly, he walked over to the footlocker, and unlatched it's cold metal... latches. What lay before him was his old pair of pistols, and his blaster rifle. That's why the ****ing thing seemed so farmiliar. It was his old locker. He reached down and grasped the handle of one of the blasters, and instantly regretted ever letting it go. And with a quick intensity, and suprising grace based on his current status, Farbod swirled around and pointed the weapon directly at Jaako.

"I can still blow your ****ing brains you, you pretentious prick. So how about you go---elrp..." He spat a small stream of vomit from the side of his mouth, wiped off his face, but never once broke his stare.

"go tell me what the **** is up."

 

[The Agriculturist]

"Or what?" Jaako said raising an eyebrow. "You'll shoot me? Go on. Go right ahead." He opened up his arms, as if inviting Farbod to fire upon him. "Air hasn't hurt me yet, and that's all you'll be shooting. Clip is empty." Salo finished with a smile. "Still all that tough, mate? Or have you calmed down by now?"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Reality flooded Farbod's face. He looked down at the gun, and then back at Jaako before squeezing the trigger. click. It was empty. ****. Farbod was not notorious for his improv skills, but he tried anyway. In one fluid motion, he threw the pistol at Jaako's face, before trying to smash the butt of his other pistol into Jaako's right elbow.

"Give me anwsers... what do you want!?"