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Riddick (r_b_riddick) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-28 11:20:00

Entry tags:

ayla, complete, day 5, richard riddick

Who:Riddick and OTA
What: ~~Plotting to escape~~ Exploring the planet
When:Day 5:: Early morning
Where: The Mountains for starters
Rating: TBA for now I will go with PG-13 for language at the very least. Will change as needed, if needed.
Status: Complete

Riddick honestly did not like feeling trapped,much less actually being trapped. The night before on the way to his room, Riddick was reflecting on the plaque in which seemed to hold his fate. But never one to accept defeat and certainly never one to give up easily, Riddick was also plotting. He would not accept that this was it for him.

Once getting to his room,Riddick put his strange meeting with the Elf out of his mind. Certainly the other man didn't like him and Riddick honestly had no plans to change it nor was in a hurry to run into anyone else on this planet.Thee room much resembled the one he had when he was in the military, still a good guy. It was simple, a bed, dresser, the necessities. With a few luxuries. Work out equipment despite there probably being a work out room here on the resort. Riddick was not a social person so this worked for him.

He also was not one that needed sleep apparently as he spent the rest of the night, thinking, reflecting and plotting. The lights were out, the welding glasses put to the side and he allowed himself relax as a small plan formed. When the sun came up, Riddick would go exploring. Make notes,take in the land. To him,regardless off rather he was wrong, the first place he would explore was the mountains in which he had woken up within. he was a survivor and a master at escaping.If there was a way out,he would find it regardless of how long it would take him.

The sun was just rising when Riddick grabbed his belt and his glasses, slipping them on as he opened his door and walked out. He didn't look around to see if anyone was about or around. He didn't care. Riddick, made his way from the lodging his memory good enough to remember the path taken to get here and took it back toward the mountains.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-04 11:56 am UTC (link)

Riddick was a stubborn man and he was determined. he had things to do,things to finish and take care of.Being stuck here was clearly not one of the options he had. Nor was it a thought he liked. But it would take some time to gather the information he needed and Ayla was being very helpful.

He also listened intently as she spoke about herself.You honestly never knew when information would come in handy to be honest. He also found her company some what pleasant which was saying a lot for him.

Riddick raised a brow but said nothing as she spoke of her son and him being taken away. One of his only weaknesses were children. He never understood why but it was a weakness for him. He had this over bearing and overwhelming need to take care of them and protect them. It always struck him as odd that he could easily cut someone 's throat or put a bullet between their eyes but a child being harmed? He could never take.

He also realized how in a way they shared a few things in common.But a lot of things she was telling him puzzled him and sparked a curiosity in him. He kept telling himself it would make things easier somehow if he knew all he could about the people around him.

"Sounds like you had an interesting life before coming here.. Very different yet the same as my own."

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_ayla_
2008-07-04 02:19 pm UTC (link)

When she realized that he was indeed listening and was finding comparisons in their lives, she continued on. "One day, I was riding Whinney, my horse friend, and we heard a cave lion roar and a human scream. I had not heard the sound of another human in three years. We raced toward it and found Baby, a cave lion I had raised from a cub, standing over two men. Men who looked like me."

As he sat on the rock, she continued her story. He was an attentive listener, and she appreciated that she wasn't just filling the empty air with her words. "One of the men was already dead, his neck had been broken. The other had a head wound and a large gash in his leg. I put him on the travois behind Whinney and pulled him back to my cave. I nursed him back to health and he taught me how to speak."

"His name was Jondalar, and I was with him just before I was brought here. We had gone on a small trip before we intended to find more of our people. I have been here for the last ten days." She looked over at him once more. While she had been speaking, she was looking over the land that was now her home.

"Since then, I have done a lot of exploring and I have met a good many people. But none of them are Clan." She took a deep breath as she finished her story. She wanted to know about him, now. "How is your life like mine?" She was curious. He was very interesting, both in the way he looked and the way he talked. Ayla had a bit of a speech impediment. Not that she couldn't speak correctly, but she seemed to swallow some of her words, or clip them. That too, was a result of her life with a people who had very little use for verbal language. They could not speak, and the sounds they could make, were few.

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