blackline_npc (blackline_npc) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-04-11 19:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind |
Who: Nathan OT Jason
When: 6pm Saturday April 11
Where: Bar
What: Nathan is furious over the MIA status of his favorite pet and runs into Jason
Warnings: TBA
Nathan was settled at a corner table he preferred, glaring past the bar at the TVs showing that evening's fights. It was a blatant reminder of the money he was losing. The fact that only one of the mutants he owned was missing was some comfort, but which one was gone was not. His drink sat untouched as he contemplated how best to find the difficult feline and recapture him. Revolve personnel were of course combing the island for those gone missing, but they did not know the best ways to handle this situation. The striped terror had not only gotten away, he had robbed Nathan of all three handlers specially trained to deal with the dangerous feral. Dark brows pulled together as he frowned at the table. He would need to replace all of them and decide on a appropriate punishment for his pet. He had no doubts Hellcat would be his again, it was only a matter of time.
Nathan flicked a dismissive look at the collared waitress that approached, not deigning to speak to one of these animals at the moment. A headache throbbed behind his eyes from the meetings earlier that day with owners under his authority. Many of the mutants in his block had caused trouble during the incident, though most had been returned to their cells by now. Fischer had informed he and the other Block Owners that all mutants would be confined to their respective Blocks until further notice. In a fit of anger, Nathan had gone one step further and enacted lockdown for all the residents of Red, confined to their cells as his pet normally was with the exception of fights. If they would misbehave, they would suffer consequences. Beyond that stricture he had left owners to punish their own pets as they saw fit. His had already received theirs - except for Hellcat. With a snapped curse, he squashed out the cigar he'd been smoking. Despite the firm hand and short leash he'd kept that monster on, still his pet tried his patience. Perhaps more than a day without meals. Lockdown was no punishment for that one, as he was always kept that way. Perhaps his pet needed another taste of the whip?
His gaze scanned the bar, pausing briefly on the mutant behind the bar. Green - banded collar and an unfamiliar face. A recent addition to employment then. Dark hair, dark eyes and a solemn but not submissive expression. Something in the male intrigued Nathan, but he dismissed it in favor of further plans for his Block in the upcoming week. It was tempting to smash the glass in front of him as he recalled why this week would not be the same. His pet had been missing for nearly forty-eight hours and displeased did not even begin to cover Nathan's mood. He wanted to slap the guards for being imbeciles. There were only so many places the feline could go. One guard had reported shooting at a tiger. If Hellcat was dead, Nathan would ensure the man lost everything. But the poor bastard had claimed the animal got away. His pet was nothing if not resilient. Leaning back, Nathan lit a fresh cigar, mind searching through his resources. He had once enjoyed a stint of big game hunting. With a big enough reward, perhaps the tracker he'd used would be willing to come to the island. Big cats were Johnson's specialty.