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Post by Coraline on Aug 13, 2010 16:04:02 GMT -6
(here's something to get the out-of-jazz-club RPs going)
Everyone paid him in the end.
And everyone needed his services, in one way or another. Information was his biggest seller. His body was a close second. Either way, he got his precious heroin, and the world didn't matter anymore. Clean and sober didn't keep him connected. It was worth more to sit in a gutter with a paper cup for pennies, or to get so desperate that you just don't give a damn about who's using you for what.
He got what he needed. Information and drugs. That is all he needed.
Tucker stared at the road. The nighttime lights were so far right now, and he couldn't quite feel his legs. But he knew that the little brown bag just out of reach meant that he had gotten paid for a few painful minutes on his knees.
He ignored how sick he felt. How disgusting he felt. He wearily reached for the bag, and the precious contents within.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 14, 2010 9:15:09 GMT -6
"Herr?" Viktor asked, his wings folded delicately behind him. "Are jou alvright?" He had just come along and he noticed that he looked rather sickly. As the angel he was it was part of his being to help others and this man looked like he needed it.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 14, 2010 11:33:37 GMT -6
Half-lidded, bloodshot, blue eyes slowly looked up at the angel.
For a moment, Tucker thought he was hallucinating, but the other voice in his head reminded him that there were stranger things in the world than angels and demons. He gripped his bag and forced himself to his knees, shaking as he did so. He pulled his pants back properly on his waist, though he reeked of sweat and sex.
"...I'm fine." He mumbled, slumping against the side of a dumpster.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 14, 2010 15:07:22 GMT -6
"Bitte...."He gently rested a hand on his shoulder to keep him up. "let me take you to zee hozpital..." Viktor didn't want to push, perhaps he should stop should this fellow lash out.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 14, 2010 15:41:21 GMT -6
Tucker grumbled, trying to push the hand away, but his arm fell limp at his side, his other hand gripping the bag so tightly that his knuckles were white. He mumbled some incoherent response, slumping forwards like a ragdoll.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 14, 2010 15:44:02 GMT -6
Viktor held him up and regardless weither this man were to attack him or not he was going to the hospital. "Hush aunz come viz me." He began to lead Tucker to Saint Judiths, his wings curled protectively around the slump of a man.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 14, 2010 15:54:06 GMT -6
The young man didn't seem to have the strength to fight him. He leaned on him, unable to hold himself upright on his own. Hospital? He couldn't go to the hospital. The hospital would make him get sober. He couldn't work sober...
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 14, 2010 18:30:53 GMT -6
Viktor lead him slowly to the entrance, he had never been in here before. Who was he kidding he didn't know anything about Night City, or Tucker's purpose. But he took him in regardless. When the man slumped on him he became a bit more worried.
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Post by Coraline on Aug 14, 2010 18:36:20 GMT -6
The familiar smell of the hospital hit Tucker hard, causing him to recoil and cough once or twice. He was starting to tremble, his hand starting to dig into his bag for his heroin. Screw being in a hospital, he needed a shot or he'd start going into withdraw sooner than later, and he didn't need another round of useless detox.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 14, 2010 18:38:52 GMT -6
Viktor felt him struggle out of his hold and he let him go. He had seen this behavior before and why he didn't recognize it after all these years was beyond him. He sighed and he helped the man back out. 'I aum zorry herr, bitte forgive, I did not know..."
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Post by Coraline on Aug 14, 2010 21:49:49 GMT -6
Tucker coughed a bit and slumped against the side of the building, binding his arm and readying for a suitable injection.
"...you're new to this city, aren't you?"
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 15, 2010 0:52:13 GMT -6
"Ja." Viktor replied softly. His blue eyes watched as Tucker injected himself. "Zorry I should haff kept to meinself."
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Post by Coraline on Aug 15, 2010 12:21:52 GMT -6
Tucker chuckled a little, shaking his head.
"You did what most people don't... you noticed a worthless little shit like me..." He stashed his drugs back in the bag and extended his hand. "...Tucker Reid. If you ever need information on anythin' and anyone, come find me."
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 15, 2010 13:40:07 GMT -6
"Viktor Kaiser..."He replied, taking his hand. "I vill be zure to remember zhat herr Tucker aunz I aum incapable uff not notizing vonez in need."
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Post by Coraline on Aug 15, 2010 14:20:57 GMT -6
"Then I probably stand out like a sore thumb..." Tucker said with a faint chuckle. He was nothing if not the most wretched thing in the city.
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