Res (reactionary) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-04-20 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | keane, keane and res, res |
Arsenal
Who: Res and Keane
When: Through-out the day, early evening
Where: All over the place
Keane was a man with a mission. He'd done a lot of asking around, and had finally gotten someone to admit something. They couldn't find Nina. That was a fucking bombshell. Now, he had to enlist Res. Which was a bit of a daunting task, considering she'd been in a bit of a Mood for a while now. He wasn't quite sure why either, she wasn't talking about it. Nevertheless, armed with new information, he tracked her down.
Res was in a mood, a highly unpleasant one, and had been ever since talking to Nik. Fucker. Fuck him and his fucking... fucker-ness. Why did she even bother? Oh yeah, because he'd completely freaking blindsided her. That wasn't supposed to happen! Having been an absolute bitch to anyone who so much as looked at her all day, Res had found a shady corner on one of the decks and had plunked there with her guitar. She saw Keane coming but kept strumming away, hoping he wouldn't press her again.
"Still Little Miss Sunshine, I see." Keane commented, taking his shades off and slipping them in his pocket. He pulled up a deck chair and sat down across from her, giving her a look to make sure she knew that no, he wasn't going to leave her alone this time. The girl needed something else to do but brood, if that was what she was doing.
Res pretended not to be looking at him, though she definitely was through the dark lenses of her aviator frames. She rolled her eyes and kept playing. "That's me, alright. Little ray of fucking sunshine. Ready to burn the shit out of anyone who looks at me too long." she added, giving him a pointed look.
"Subtle." Keane replied, not bothered. "You can't burn me, Res. Why don't you tell me what's got you in such a mood?" he asked, leaning forward against his knees. He was pretty sure this would just get him yelled at -- again -- but she probably needed to get some of that out of her system, anyway. He didn't mind being her whipping boy. Pathetic as it was, he'd just line up for more.
Res stopped playing and glared at him. "You think you're so fucking smart. What's got me in a mood? Oh, gee, let's fucking think for a second! We're lost at sea with a bunch of fucking morons, no one's found us, no one's going to find us, because we're in an episode of the fucking twilight zone! Do I really need more of a reason than that?!"
"No." Keane answered, unfazed. "But I know that's not why you're acting this way." he added, staring right back at her. He couldn't see her eyes, but he knew he had them.
Fucker! She hated when he got like this. So sure and steady and acting like he was right. Even worse when he fucking was right, there was no living with him when he was right. Fucker knew her too well. How had that happened? "Well thanks a hell of a lot!" she snapped, snarling at him. "What do I owe you for the session, doctor?"
Keane smiled, and wondered if he'd get hit for this. "You know, you look a bit like a baby lion when you snarl at me like that?"
Res' jaw dropped. He was not supposed to be amused. She was angry! He was supposed to cower in fear or leave her the fuck alone! She sputtered for a response, and found that one wasn't actually coming out. Fuck. At a complete loss for anything else, she shifted a bit to kick him in the shin.
Keane had been ready. He had, after all, assumed he'd get some sort of physical retaliation, so when her foot flew towards him, he was ready for it. He grabbed her ankle with both hands, and tugged her a little closer. "Now that I have your attention..."
I'm in hell. That was not how this was supposed to work. Res was now in quite the awkward position. She'd dropped her guitar to lean back on her elbows when he tugged at her, and now she was lying on the ground while Keane held on to her leg. She was going to throw such an epic shitfit. When she got her foot back. She could have fought him off and kicked him away, but that might have actually involved really hurting him, which wasn't actually something she was willing to do. Fucker. Res sighed heavily and dropped fully to the ground, abandoning the fight for now as she stared up at the sky. "Cockmongering pigfucking asshole." she mumbled. "I could kick your ass if I really wanted to, you know."
Keane only grinned wider. "Probably." he agreed. "But you don't look so tough right now." Because he knew she would hate hearing that, he didn't give her time to respond. He hurried on to the next subject. "Nina is missing."
He was right, she did not like hearing that. It only made her rethink whether or not she wanted to kick him in the face. Luckily, his tactic worked. She didn't bother getting up, but she turned her head a bit to see his face. "What do you mean, missing?"
"Missing. As in, not found. Not here." Keane answered. "I thought maybe she would tell us the real story if I agreed to lie for her and try to help boost morale. But after calling around I got someone from guest services to admit that no one's seen her in a few days. They checked her room and she hasn't been there. So either she's hiding somewhere -- which I'm not sure I'd blame her for, or something very fucked up is happening."
Okay. Yeah. So. That did it. Keane now had her full attention - not that he was ever far away from it, anyway. Res sat up, and had to shake his grip off her leg since that made her face level with her own damn knee. "That's fucked." she said. Not 'maybe' something very fucked up is happening, that was quite within the realm of completely, thoroughly fucked. Even if the bitch was just hiding... well, that only made Res want to find her and kick her cowardly ass.
"I thought you'd see it my way." Keane responded, having released her ankle. She wasn't going anywhere. "Which is why I'm putting you to work. I need your help. You in?" He knew he didn't really have to ask. They'd always had each other's backs. But she was having a bad day, so he gave her the option anyway.
Res took off her glasses and rolled her eyes at him again. "Give me a break." she said. "What's the plan?"
Hm, maybe he shouldn't have let her go. This might get him kicked again. "I think you need to make friends with a crew member. They're not talking otherwise, so I think it's time to play dirty."
Make friends? He was kidding, right? Res stared at him like he had completely lost his mind. "And I need to do this... why? You're better at that shit than I am, charismatic and shit. I don't have the patience for people. Why me?" Obviously.
Keane sighed. "All of the higher ranking crew and security are male, Res." Asking her to do this was physically painful, and it kind of made him want to kick his own ass, but he knew she could do it. "You're better suited to charm it out of them."
...Oh. Now Res got it. She made a face and slumped forward a bit. She didn't feel like playing nice or charming anybody. "Can't I just beat someone up?" she asked, whined was more like it.
Keane snorted. "Trust me, if he touches you I'll beat him up. I'm not asking you to anything more than charm him a little. As soon as he spills it you can do whatever you want."
Res pouted as she put her sunglasses back on and lay back down again. "Why don't you do it? I'm sure we can find a gay guy. You can take one for the team."
Keane smirked a bit. "You and I both know you're better at this. You're good with men." He would fucking know, that was for sure. "You could charm the pants off of any man here if you really wanted to." And just in case applying to her ego didn't work... "Maybe you can make him cry."
Res blinked. ...Cry? That would do wonders for her mood. She sat up again and pushed her shades to the top of her head. "Next time, save us both a couple of minutes start with that."