Langley's heavy boots thumped along the ground as the thin pirate made his way around the large compound. The male was off heading into the direction of the new prisoners; he had decided to do this job before his other. Langley was hoping to find someone to push taking care of the rejects on. His brown eyes flicked to the people standing about the stage and he grit his teeth together. Somehow he could hear some pirates complaining about Vaas yelling at them. Langley heard something about escaped hostages. He's heard about that. A large group came to the island and three managed to escape their grasp.
Eyes glancing about the cages, he stared at a blond, whose hair was pulled up in a ponytail. The look on her face was full of fear, but her blue eyes focused on him and the look morphed into a glare. Langley's eyes moved to the clipboard where some ID's were stuck to. Finding the picture, the mohawked man gave a light grin.
"Daisy Lee, eh? Pretty name, love. Pretty name." The woman sharing the cage with her must have been Liza Snow. Pacing a bit back and forth in front of their cage, the German Shepard behind them stared them down like prey. "Two pretty girls like you? Definitely will sell for quite the amount of money. Our buyers love them young." The brunette, Liza, began to have tears roll down her face, sobbing quietly but Daisy kept her face stone cold.
"Why don't you tell me about those three who got away, hm? Do you know them?" The blond's lips were sealed. He knew he probably wouldn't get anything from Liza with all those tears coursing down her dirtied face. "Nothing, pretty thing? Nothing at all?" Langley tapped his clipboard against the palm of his hand in thought, before he gave a small sigh and looked down at the German Shepard at his feet. "I think we should be giving these lovely ladies some encouragement, huh little Lassie?" He grinned at the snarls leaving his dog's throat and the mohawked man crouched down to unlock the chain from around the small cell door. Before he opened it, "Last chance to tell me, or Lassie's gonna rip your fuckin' skin off..." Langley didn't really mean the words, but it always worked when he wanted information.
Just like it did just now.
Lassie had given a rather nasty snarl, which had made the stubborn blond finally speak. "We met them at a club...said they were going somewhere. They tagged along with us." Langley paused to scratch at his chin, hands gliding over the stubble there. The German Shepard had finally ceased her snarls and sat quietly while her master re-barred the cage. One of these two would be separated and transported to one of their camps on the main island, but they didn't need to know that for right now. Half of their friends had already been transported to other camps, awaiting buyers. Leaning back, the man grinned in victory and moved on.
As he was headed for the remaining cages, a bunch of pirates surrounding the cages of people who were going to be executed. For what, it was either no one bought them, or they didn't quite make the cut.
"hey!" Langley called them, causing the bunch to glance over at him. "I want one of you ugly fuckers to take over my awful job of dealing with them rejected folks..." He gestured to the people in the cage and Langley then spotted that Lewis was one of the men jeering at the rejects. The crazed Molotov Man grinned wide and he pointed at himself with his thumb.
"Oi'll take i' off yar hands, Gan'ily!" The drunk grinned maliciously at the people in the cage, causing them to flinch back and whimper pathetically. Langley relaxed visibly at the thought of not having to deal with the rejects anymore but Lewis raised his hand, forefinger pointing skyward. "But! Ya're'onna hafta do somfin' fer me bab'cakes!" The Molotov man began to dig about in the pocket of his soot ridden cargo pants and withdrew a sheet of paper, his own work sheet. He waved it at the other and grinned a wide grin. Langley could see a few missing teeth in his maw.
"V'asy Bossy Man has sent fer'a few p'r'tes ta'gow to the main land'n deal wi'those three e'caped pr'so'ers...turns out..." A soft shake of his head and he spit at the ground. "Those th'ee tha'scaped were Rob'n 'ood, Lil' John, an' Red Ridin' Hood." Langley's face contorted into a sort of shocked look. He didn't know why the fuck Robin Hood would return to these god forsaken islands. "Yar gotta b'one'a the bitches oi take d'wn wi'me." Its been quite awhile since Langley has gotten any action with the wild nature of the islands. Sure, there was much more death happening, but most of the deaths were either the Rakyat or the pirates themselves. "Oi'gotta brin' Vee too...som'one ta keep'ya in line~"
Lewis patted the thin man harshly on the shoulder, nearly knocking Langley off his feet. "Better pack yar shit." The paper was snatched from the drunken man's hand and Langley glanced over the people chosen. Carlos was unfortunately staying here, but Clause was on the list, as well as Rock.
Shit must be going bad if they brought the big men at the compound down the islands. Stuffing the piece of paper into his pocket, the man saw Lewis drawing out an impressively ancient knife he had on him, stepping into the fire pit Carlos was at to speak with him, jamming a finger over his shoulder towards the cages. A response, a soft nod, and Lewis gave a loud obnoxious howl and called for the rejects to be brought onto the stage.
Langley didn't bother to stay to watch the Molotov Man to deal with the rejects. Instead, the thin pirate headed for his lodging after whistling for Lassie to follow. "Listen now, lil' lady." He said firmly to the German Shepard once they reached his one bed and dresser located on the second floor. "We're heading to the large main island to deal with old foes." He poked her black noise. "You may be getting old...but you can resume ripping the jaws off those Rakyat like you used too." An excited, but deep growl was Lassie's response, and he didn't know whether or not she understood his words.
Lassie then ran back out of the building; probably to continue snarling and growling at the captured animals the Hunters caught this morning. Langley gave a deep sigh, shook his head, and sat back on his cot, running his hands through his hair. The mohawked man was pretty glad to have been going back to the main islands. It was getting boring here; the only people he saw die were the rejects and the traitorous pirates.
The last thing he killed, was a pirate the others called Ratchet. Turns out, he was a Rakyat and was publicly murdered by yours truly. A quick shake of his head, a deep breath, followed by a wide grin, and the man grabbed a duffel bag to pack some shit to take with him.
A few changes of clothes, his sewing needles(for sewing up wounds since barely anyone around here could do that), a few of his cigars he won in poker, and his trusty MS16, his gun that he'd used plenty times mowing down the Rakyats standing in his way, all the while Lassie howled and skitted around trying to rip the throats out of those Langley's missed. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he began to make his way down to the bottom floor, opening the door just as Lewis stepped off the stage, blood covered up to his elbows, and that shit eating grin marring his face.
"Oi, Rocky!" The Molotov Man had jogged up to the tall man, a stone cold look graced the Heavy Hitter's face. "Ya'gawt th'boat awll pr'pped fer'th tr'p to'th main'oiland?" The man simply gave a nod and he raised his fingers to his lips to whistle for his hound, a large grey pitbull perking from where it lay. It stood and trampled on over, but Rock stopped it.
"Don't forget your things, Clank." And the pitbull turned around once again, scooping up a bone from the ground, a bone Rock had gotten his dog from a rouge tiger in camp, and running back over, sitting beside the man and looking utterly ridiculous with such a large bone sticking from his maw.
When the pair finally saw Langley standing in front of them, Rock made a 'hmm' noise and Lewis grinned impossibly wider. The crazed, burned man waved Langley over and the thin man walked towards them, glancing about.
"Is this all whose goin'? Me, you, Rock, Clause, and Vee?" His response was only a nod from Lewis and his hand raised to point towards the direction of the small dock.
"Boats'all thar...ya'goe wa't innit wi'yer shit and dawg and we'll meet'cha thar." Lewis waved the thin pirate off, and Langley did so silently, luggage over his shoulder, gun in his grasp, and three flea ridden mutts, Lassie, Clank, and Lewis' greyhound Cleveland, behind him. He went through one of the side gates, through the foliage, and he climbed into the speed boat armed with a large gun he hoped he wouldn't be manning on the way there.
Langley slipped into one of the seats, watching the three dogs one by one, jump into the boat and situate themselves in certain spots. Lassie laid at his feet, her head resting on her front paws as she waited for the other men in the mission to show up. She gave a sharp sneeze, the usual sneeze she gave when her master lighted up one of his god awful cigars.
Langley propped his feet up on one of the boxes, leaning back in his seat with his arms resting behind his head, idly smoking and letting himself get surrounded by the thick plume he breathed out from his lips. If there was one thing Langley was good at, it was waiting patiently. Especially when it involved the Molotov flinging drunkard named Lewis.