Who: Riddick riddickr & Thistle lookslikeakid What: welcome home When: late night, Tuesday, January 13 Where: #19 Birchwood Drive where Riddick, Deirdre, and Thistle will be living Rating: General Audiences---who would watch a Riddick movie that is to say Warnings: Riddick. Status: Closed/In Progress
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Children were rare in the world Riddick lived in. Not the civilized world, no, but for a convict? Yes. There were no kids in lockdown. They kept those far, far away from monsters the likes of him. He was grateful for it, too. No kid deserved to see what a max-slam looked like from the inside. He didn't even want to imagine someone innocent seeing the outside of a planet slam.
No one deserved those kinds of nightmares.
Riddick would have had nightmares if he hadn't been the kind of monster nightmares were made of himself.
He could feel it sometimes. The darkness inside himself which came from being in the system too long. Being too alien. Being too animal for the rest of the universe to handle. Civilization had rejected him from birth. Why would he want to go trying to acclimate himself for its sake? That made no fucking sense whatsoever.
Taking in a kid wasn't an act of civilization. It was simply the act of someone who knew what it was to be unwanted.
Riddick had been thrown into a dumpster outside a liquor store as a newborn. Trash. Literally. That was all he'd been since birth. He wouldn't wish that on anyone's kid, no matter what kind of kid they were: human, Necro, fucking alien jackal. It didn't matter to him. They were only young as far as he was concerned and the young were always the same.
Opening the door to the house, he moved to lean into the darkness inside the open doorway, keeping his eyes out for the girl coming to stay with them. Who knew if she'd be hungry or need help finding her room or have things to carry? This place seemed to bring people with nothing, but who knew? Rules never meant much in his world; they seemed to mean nothing in this one.
"So," he called out as he caught scent of her, "What kind of kid are you? Not human. I can tell that much from the smell. You can come in. It don't really matter. Call it curiosity."