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[submariner]

When; Late Friday (9/27)
Rating; idk, PG-13?
Characters; Griffin O'Conner makesacrifices, Dmitri Smerdyakov commieleon
Summary; Absolutely nothing shady is going on here. None.
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Just hanging around these places left Griffin on edge and twitchy - not that he wasn't always on edge and twitchy - but that hardly stopped him from seeking them out. After having moved himself into the Desert Room a few weeks back (though he already Jumped out far enough for helicopters and vehicles at least three or four hours to drive out to his new cave lair even if they knew right where to find it) he figured back-up defenses surrounding it wouldn't hurt. Especially not with the freaky shit that showed up at the city. Iron man was loitering around, for chrissake.

Anyway, back to the point, he was at the third skeezy arms dealer he had visited that afternoon (thank god for the Underground, he didn't even have to bother Jumping around the world to find them), looking for good old fashioned Russian anti-tank blast mines to bury in the sand. He'd even thought to bring an assload of the money kindly liberated from one of the City bank's armored trucks, as arms dealers tended to get rather annoyed by people stealing their weapons from them.

They also tended to be well-armed enough to make people regret trying. Funny story (or not) as it was part of the reason why Griffin was not very partial to Chechnya anymore.

He leaned over the counter showcasing (behind locked bullet-proof glass) a wide array of semi-auto machine guns, and waited for whoever was in charge of the place to come back with his mines. Moving a locked metal box across the counter and angling it so he could watch the door in the reflection without turning back towards it, the Jumper propped up one of his elbows on the glass and leaned his cheek against his knuckles. If this guy didn't have the mines, either, he was going to have to Jump over to David's or Richard's or... someone's place and harass the shit out of them just to work off some frustration. Ha.

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[commieleon.livejournal.com]

This was a stupid idea. This was a stupid, stupid idea, and yet it was not the stupidest idea by far that Dmitri had ever had, which gave one a devastating perspective on his typical plans.

Where would someone go to get some manner of--not-so-legal goods? The Underground, of course. He didn't love guns. He didn't even particularly like guns. But if it came down to guns versus being beaten bloody, he'd at least have a gun. And at least he could say he'd been shot before, so he knew what it was like.

He entered the store--and nearly dashed right back out again before reassuring himself it was just the bell and not an attempt on his life--and then stopped and blinked at Griffin. (Something about the City made him loathe to adapt disguises until he knew a little more about who the person was, in case they had enemies more dangerous than he, and so he was still in, essentially, his "own" outfit).

"Oh! I ... must have the wrong store." In the wrong part of the City, no less. Oh, why not, let's make it the wrong island. But it was too late, the Rubicon'd been crossed, and with a leaky raft, no less. "Hello, Mister Griffin."

[submariner]

Griffin's eyebrows inched up when he saw someone - that he recognized, no less - enter the place behind him; he turned 'round. Huh.

That guy?

In a shady weapon store? Really?

He leaned back again, this time resting his elbows on the counter behind him so he could just kinda give the nervous guy a Look, slouching casually. "Yo."

He was definitely... twitchy. But not in the obviously unhinged way that Griffin was (just a little). More in the... 'oh god what am I doing here' way. It wasn't often you found those types anywhere near the black market, at least in the City. The Jumper cocked his head a little and made the conscious decision to needle at Dmitri while he was clearly out of his comfort zone, just to be an ass. "N'what store were you lookin' for?"

[commieleon.livejournal.com]

Casual. Calm. A wonderful, tranquil, relaxed atmosphere of people with guns and this was such a mistake! Dmitri smiled a little, jamming his hands into his pockets, trying to figure out a role he could slip into to stop looking so obviously nervous.

He supposed for a moment he could imitate his brother, Sergei, but he didn't have many friends, and his personality was probably why. Better to brave it as himself, then, for the moment.

"Actually, it was just--I do--now that I'm here, that is... possibly something for, ah... safety's sake.." And none of those were even close to sentences--suddenly enlightenment dawned, "It's a surprise to see someone like you in here."

[submariner]

"M'just picking my my dry-cleaning." Over the years, Griffin had gained significant experience in brushing off small talk, or just confusing people so he could walk all over them. Perhaps not the most effective (but definitely the most entertaining) method was telling random, glaringly obvious lies that people would be too gobsmacked by to challenge.

"What kind of safety's sake?" he asked, tipping up his chin vaguely towards the the wall of guns displayed along the left side of the shop. He wasn't a fan of them himself - liked things that either made a bigger boom (he was flashy, if nothing else), or ones with a more ... personal touch. He didn't ask for the life he lived, but hell if he didn't take it and run with it - there was no greater rush than feeling a man's skull give in beneath a crowbar. Guns were just unsatisfying, when it came down to it.

... That guy in the back was taking an awful long time.

[commieleon.livejournal.com]

The tactic worked, particularly with someone who prided himself in understanding sensible motivations. "Huh?" He squinted, and then focused in something like relief on the question, instead of the obvious non sequitur.

"Hopefully the nonfatal kind... And I don't think I have to worry about killing anyone in this City, anyway. Everyone seems to have some kinds of powers."

He blinked like a doe fresh from the forest at Griffin, and smiled hesitantly. "I didn't mean to bother you."