Description: Aranha and Alan finally meet up after their match for a little conversation. One of the main questions is whether the two can even trust each other? The other question is what each fighter has to gain by joining the tournament?
Apparently Aranha and Alan are supposed to be room mates due to team affiliation. But for some odd reason, the only time the capoeirista has seen his team mate was at their match. It just might be the fact that the two fighters happened to keep different schedules and if that's the case, they both might've lucked out.
Aranha has done taking care all of his business for now and heads towards the door carrying a black backpack containing some things he doesn't dare leave with someone he doesn't know that well.
Other stuff like clothes and the like is left in drawers on one side of the room.
The real truth is, Alan doesn't sleep much. Even when he doesn't have anything he considers important to get to, he's known to go up to three days before hitting the bed - some of "R"'s staff think it might have something to do with that whole chi conduit thing he has going on, the same thing that lets him run like Amy Winehouse toward an all-you-can-snort crackstravaganza.
Is Amy Winehouse still relevant? That line might be dated by now.
Anyway, Alan hasn't actually slept yet. Since... arrival. He can feel it coming on like someone pulling a black hood over his head, the edges of his vision wavering, darkness lingering just a moment longer after each blink. But, he's gotta do something first.
Alan R.B. is in the hall, directly across from the door, leaning like he is way too cool for school on the door of the opposite room (which, as it happens, is assigned to Cody and Wing). He looks up with a start when the room opens, despite having been expecting it, and gives Aranha a half-grin. It's not /quite/ a sneer.
"/There/ you are," he says, as though he hadn't seen Aranha walking toward the dorms a while ago. He still has a bruise on the side of his face from the fight, but appears otherwise fine now.
"There I am?" He has a smile of his own. Or rather it's closer to a half a smirk than a full fledged grin. The only things that aren't half anything are the fully raised eyebrow and the the shake of his head.
"I've been here. What's your excuse?" At this point, Aranha pulls his cell phone from his pocket and smirks at the immortalized look of shock on Ji Zhou's face when he used his even more dated line on the gangster. It has been now made a wallpaper on his phone.
He cracks his neck and then leans against the door to their room. "What have you been up to? Wait... Do I even want to know?"
The half-grin... sneer... the half-greern drops from Alan's face, replaced by an extremely rare serious look. "Gettin' to know the town, which I hope you've been doin', too. Crazy place." He takes a black cigarette case from his vest pocket, snapping it open and pulling an expensive-looking black-and-gold cigarette out, offering the case to Aranha.
"Wanted to touch base with ya before I went in there and passed out for a few hours. Can't imagine you don't know who my boss is, and if I don't miss my guess, you two got some history."
He locks his gaze on Aranha. "I ain't here on his say-so. I'm here for my own reasons, an' he can go fuck himself as far as I'm concerned."
Aranha waves away the offer of the cigareete case to him. The already raised eyebrow seems to actually strain in an attempt to raise it further, due to the offer. Eventually his facial muscles just decide to give it up and settle into a relaxed expression instead.
"Had some history. I think after he took the hands on approach on me, he lost interest. Judging by the fact that he hasn't sent any more people after me since and two, you aren't attacking me now."
The capoeirista side steps out of the door way leaving the entrance to their room perfectly clear. "Even still, he can, as you so aptly put it, 'go fuck himself' as far as I'm concerned as well. Even if I'm glad that he lost interest. That Spider guy is a fucking slap nut."
"Yeah, hate that toolbox," Alan mentions, snapping the case closed and returning it to his pocket. He lights his smoke with a tap of his finger, regardless of whether or not smoking is allowed here. "Anyway, just wanted to let you know I don't have any other stakes on the table, like the last one." He gives a dry chuckle, then says - as though surprised about it himself - "You can actually trust me."
The boxer slips his hands into his pockets, and starts to move into the dorm... then, with a flash of motion, his hand darts out and reaches for Aranha's shoulder. The blonde has an intense look in his eyes as he leans close. "What about you? What's yer stake in this? Can I trust /you?/"
Aranha's eyes widen as Alan's first move catches him flat footed. Sure it's not like he doesn't live in a near constant state of paranoia, it's just there's a difference between seeing those fast movements directed at someone else and those fast movements directed at him. Though he makes sure he's ready for any secondary movements. After a short pause, he finally answers the boxer. "I'm here for the same reason as the last one. Information."
He takes a deep breath before adding, "The only difference is this time, the info is only for my benefit. And if I don't work with you, I don't get the information, so yeah, you can trust me."
Alan releases Aranha's arm in short order. It wasn't exactly a hard grip, just something to take him off-guard. "Well, all right then," he replies, mildly. "Lemme know if you dig anything up, the criminal element around here closes ranks like a goddamn phalanx."
He starts to step into the room, his movements unsteady. Too tired, shouldn't've moved like that, about to pass right the hell out. "I mostly work the high rollers, though, they usually have more to lose but think they have more to gain."
"Sounds like a plan. And it looks like we may end up buying some options through Ji Zhou's favor but we need to be careful about using it." He then turns, takes a step and then turns back.
"Rest up. And then at some point, I want to see more of your fighting. I don't want us to get burned again because I didn't have any idea on how to use our strengths to our benefit." He holds up two fingers in a peace sign and then walks off.
Ålân R.B. falls face-first onto a bed without taking anything off. "We each got one, remember," he says through a yawn. "An' I'm pretty... I move fast..."
"..."
The chi on his skin slows to an intermittent sizzle as he falls fully asleep.
Log created on 11:41:24 04/28/2010 by Aranha, and last modified on 15:57:59 04/29/2010.