Interveiw with the Convict
Disclaimer: No I don't own Riddick or help make up such a wonderful character...so dun sue meh...
I see all of these interveiws, or rockstars and cartoon characters. No one seems to have wandered over to see how Mr. Richard B. Riddick was doing. As your favorite fallen angel, I shall go and take a peek...
*Truth, walks down the hallway of the shabby looking apartment building, bobbing her head to Papa Roach as she scans the doors for the correct door number.
66-F? *thinks to herself for a bit* A...B...C..D..E..F...*she counts the letters, realizing that "F" was the sixth letter in the Alphabet and blinking.* Aw....man....
*Truth knocks on the door, a loud grunt eminates from the inside and the door swings open. She is now faced with Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murder and interview subject.*
What the hell do you want, woman? he growled out.
Truth took the time and turned down Last Resort and look up at him. She pulled a slip of paper out of the back pocket of her tight black jeans and shoved it in his face.
"I'm supposed to be here," she growled back. "My boss shoulda called you, I'm doing an intership for the DW (DarkWorld) Times and I'm here to interveiw you...I'm Truth Vars." she snapped back, pushing her way inside and looking around.
"Nice...but....where's the couch?" she turned and looked at him. Riddick read the note and growled.
"Sit down at the table...I'll be back." he muttered, pointing to a small table with two chairs. She frowned a bit in distasted, but shrugged, chossing the one closest to the door, just in case and pulled out a sleek silver tape recorder.
Riddick, walked back out of his bedroom and sat in the opposite char, not frowning anymore, but still having a look of distaste for the young, "new to the game" reporter.
"Ready?" she smiled brightly.
Riddick narrowed his eyes at her from behind the goggles, "Ready..." he growled out. Truth winced slightly and pressed Play.
Truth- So...how long have you been living in this dump...er...Place?
*Riddick frowned deeper and Truth winced*
Riddick- About three months. Looks like I won't be staying after this is done.
Truth- Aw...why not? *places her chin in her hand and realizes she was the reason why*
Truth- Oh shit, Riddick I'm sorry...I'll have Wanda help you with getting back into hiding aga-
Riddick- Wanda?
*Truth nodded*
Truth- My boss...Anyway, what have you been up too?
*Riddick raised an eyebrow*
Riddick- What the hell kinda questions are these anyways? This ain't no damn coffee table talk. Where's the interveiw?
Truth- *looks a bit hurt at his words* Fine. You want questions. Here they go. When and where was the last time you got a lil' shiv happy?
Riddick- *coughs and chokes on the bottle of water he brought with him* Da fuck...why in the hell-
Truth- This ain't no coffee table talk...*smiles brightly*
Riddick- *frowns deeply* Next Question, Vars...
Truth-*rolls her eyes* Do you miss the person you once were...the so called "animal" inside?
Riddick-*looks slightly pleased* I don't know. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Truth-*nods a bit* I know the feeling...Do you think, if you had a chance to go back and save Miss.Fry, you would?
Riddick-*frowns at the subject being brought up again* Definatly, I think she would have helped me to understand why I was....feeling like the do- gooder types I usually shy away from...maybe...
Truth-*nod, then gets a mischevious shine in her clear purple eyes* When's the last time you got laid??
Riddick-A few nights ag- HEY! * lunges for her*
Truth-*grabs her tape recorder and runs for the door, Riddick, grabs her by her ankles and she falls with a loud oof* Shit...
Riddick-*snatches up the small, metal tape recorder* Now it's time for your interveiw, Miss. Vars....*smirks evilly and picks her up by the back of her jeans, carrying her into his bedroom, her CD player dangling from her hand*
A/N- I know...it probably sucked....ah well...Read and Reveiw to see if my sense of humor is as dense as I think it is...
Disclaimer: No I don't own Riddick or help make up such a wonderful character...so dun sue meh...
I see all of these interveiws, or rockstars and cartoon characters. No one seems to have wandered over to see how Mr. Richard B. Riddick was doing. As your favorite fallen angel, I shall go and take a peek...
*Truth, walks down the hallway of the shabby looking apartment building, bobbing her head to Papa Roach as she scans the doors for the correct door number.
66-F? *thinks to herself for a bit* A...B...C..D..E..F...*she counts the letters, realizing that "F" was the sixth letter in the Alphabet and blinking.* Aw....man....
*Truth knocks on the door, a loud grunt eminates from the inside and the door swings open. She is now faced with Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murder and interview subject.*
What the hell do you want, woman? he growled out.
Truth took the time and turned down Last Resort and look up at him. She pulled a slip of paper out of the back pocket of her tight black jeans and shoved it in his face.
"I'm supposed to be here," she growled back. "My boss shoulda called you, I'm doing an intership for the DW (DarkWorld) Times and I'm here to interveiw you...I'm Truth Vars." she snapped back, pushing her way inside and looking around.
"Nice...but....where's the couch?" she turned and looked at him. Riddick read the note and growled.
"Sit down at the table...I'll be back." he muttered, pointing to a small table with two chairs. She frowned a bit in distasted, but shrugged, chossing the one closest to the door, just in case and pulled out a sleek silver tape recorder.
Riddick, walked back out of his bedroom and sat in the opposite char, not frowning anymore, but still having a look of distaste for the young, "new to the game" reporter.
"Ready?" she smiled brightly.
Riddick narrowed his eyes at her from behind the goggles, "Ready..." he growled out. Truth winced slightly and pressed Play.
Truth- So...how long have you been living in this dump...er...Place?
*Riddick frowned deeper and Truth winced*
Riddick- About three months. Looks like I won't be staying after this is done.
Truth- Aw...why not? *places her chin in her hand and realizes she was the reason why*
Truth- Oh shit, Riddick I'm sorry...I'll have Wanda help you with getting back into hiding aga-
Riddick- Wanda?
*Truth nodded*
Truth- My boss...Anyway, what have you been up too?
*Riddick raised an eyebrow*
Riddick- What the hell kinda questions are these anyways? This ain't no damn coffee table talk. Where's the interveiw?
Truth- *looks a bit hurt at his words* Fine. You want questions. Here they go. When and where was the last time you got a lil' shiv happy?
Riddick- *coughs and chokes on the bottle of water he brought with him* Da fuck...why in the hell-
Truth- This ain't no coffee table talk...*smiles brightly*
Riddick- *frowns deeply* Next Question, Vars...
Truth-*rolls her eyes* Do you miss the person you once were...the so called "animal" inside?
Riddick-*looks slightly pleased* I don't know. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.
Truth-*nods a bit* I know the feeling...Do you think, if you had a chance to go back and save Miss.Fry, you would?
Riddick-*frowns at the subject being brought up again* Definatly, I think she would have helped me to understand why I was....feeling like the do- gooder types I usually shy away from...maybe...
Truth-*nod, then gets a mischevious shine in her clear purple eyes* When's the last time you got laid??
Riddick-A few nights ag- HEY! * lunges for her*
Truth-*grabs her tape recorder and runs for the door, Riddick, grabs her by her ankles and she falls with a loud oof* Shit...
Riddick-*snatches up the small, metal tape recorder* Now it's time for your interveiw, Miss. Vars....*smirks evilly and picks her up by the back of her jeans, carrying her into his bedroom, her CD player dangling from her hand*
A/N- I know...it probably sucked....ah well...Read and Reveiw to see if my sense of humor is as dense as I think it is...