Chapter 2-What to do?
She grumbeled stepping out of the shower. 'Get out of the shower Jak hurry up Jak! Come in and
get me Riddick.. Please?' She chuckled at her own feverant thought. 'Yeah right, dream on Jak.
Look at him, and look at you.' She gazed into the mirror showrtly.
"No ass. No chest. No arms... no age, no nuthin' and you're hopin' for him? Piff!"
She pulled a towel around her waiste and scrambeled from the bathroom to the bedroom quickly.
"IMAM!"
"Yes child?" he answered from the other room.
"Did you wash my cloths yet?"
Imam lifted an eyebrow oddly. Then Riddick's voice boomed to her ears loud enough to make her
jump.
"HE AIN'T YOUR NANNY! Do your own damn laundrey!"
"BUT!" she whimpered, pouting to herself.
"We ain't lookin' dammit." Riddick growled.
She poked her head modestly out the door.
"Imam?" she said giving him large hazel doe eyes.
He watched the tv captivatedly, ignoring her.
'Dammit...' she growled to herself.
She padded out carefully slipping around the corners until she got to the washer, quickly
throwing her stuff in and putting some soap in. As she straightened preparing to reside in the
bedroom until they were done a black shirt flew by her landing in the washer, then pants.
She shreiked nearly hitting the ceiling once again. She whirled scrambling to keep her towle up.
"RIDDICK!?" She sucked in a breath "ASSHOLE!"
He ruffeled her hair, face expressionless, as always.
"Thanks kid, needed those washed." he said sarcasim tainting his voice.
He stood in just one of Imam's spare robes. He walked away heading into the bathroom.
Bracing herself against the wall she panted a small bead of 'surprised' sweat dribbling down her
temple. She regathered herself and stared after him. Was that a natural bronze? His shoulders
were lined with sinew, rippling as he walked. She shook the image from her mind and scampered
back to the bedroom.
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Riddick stared into the mirror. He didn't see a reflection... No, he couldn't. All he saw was
the outline of the box which held the glass and a large blank. He blinked shortly and stood
upright puffing out his chest with a breath still looking into the mirror. The blank remained
the same. No changes. He sighed slumping slightly again.
'Richard B. Riddick. Look at you you badass mother fucker, stuck here with two (2) people.
Stuck with a kid and a holy man. Great. What the hell are you gonna do? You ain't the type to
stick around in one place for long bitch. Maybe Jak could do with Imam? How would either of
them feel about that? haha! Feel? Like you care asshole.'
He half smirked. His mind worked slowly trying to comprehende what he was going to do. If he
just left them here what would THEY do? Maybe he could keep it down and get them some
connections first? He looked back into the blank space that stared at him straightly.
"RIDDICK! Talk about me taking a long time you've been in there almost an hour!"
The door opened a crack and his cloths plopped in a pile, folded.
"Thanks..." he mumbeled under his breath pulling off the short pants and pulled on his pants and
muscel shirt. He walked out with the shorts in hand.
LMK what you all think! Keep R&Rin'
She grumbeled stepping out of the shower. 'Get out of the shower Jak hurry up Jak! Come in and
get me Riddick.. Please?' She chuckled at her own feverant thought. 'Yeah right, dream on Jak.
Look at him, and look at you.' She gazed into the mirror showrtly.
"No ass. No chest. No arms... no age, no nuthin' and you're hopin' for him? Piff!"
She pulled a towel around her waiste and scrambeled from the bathroom to the bedroom quickly.
"IMAM!"
"Yes child?" he answered from the other room.
"Did you wash my cloths yet?"
Imam lifted an eyebrow oddly. Then Riddick's voice boomed to her ears loud enough to make her
jump.
"HE AIN'T YOUR NANNY! Do your own damn laundrey!"
"BUT!" she whimpered, pouting to herself.
"We ain't lookin' dammit." Riddick growled.
She poked her head modestly out the door.
"Imam?" she said giving him large hazel doe eyes.
He watched the tv captivatedly, ignoring her.
'Dammit...' she growled to herself.
She padded out carefully slipping around the corners until she got to the washer, quickly
throwing her stuff in and putting some soap in. As she straightened preparing to reside in the
bedroom until they were done a black shirt flew by her landing in the washer, then pants.
She shreiked nearly hitting the ceiling once again. She whirled scrambling to keep her towle up.
"RIDDICK!?" She sucked in a breath "ASSHOLE!"
He ruffeled her hair, face expressionless, as always.
"Thanks kid, needed those washed." he said sarcasim tainting his voice.
He stood in just one of Imam's spare robes. He walked away heading into the bathroom.
Bracing herself against the wall she panted a small bead of 'surprised' sweat dribbling down her
temple. She regathered herself and stared after him. Was that a natural bronze? His shoulders
were lined with sinew, rippling as he walked. She shook the image from her mind and scampered
back to the bedroom.
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Riddick stared into the mirror. He didn't see a reflection... No, he couldn't. All he saw was
the outline of the box which held the glass and a large blank. He blinked shortly and stood
upright puffing out his chest with a breath still looking into the mirror. The blank remained
the same. No changes. He sighed slumping slightly again.
'Richard B. Riddick. Look at you you badass mother fucker, stuck here with two (2) people.
Stuck with a kid and a holy man. Great. What the hell are you gonna do? You ain't the type to
stick around in one place for long bitch. Maybe Jak could do with Imam? How would either of
them feel about that? haha! Feel? Like you care asshole.'
He half smirked. His mind worked slowly trying to comprehende what he was going to do. If he
just left them here what would THEY do? Maybe he could keep it down and get them some
connections first? He looked back into the blank space that stared at him straightly.
"RIDDICK! Talk about me taking a long time you've been in there almost an hour!"
The door opened a crack and his cloths plopped in a pile, folded.
"Thanks..." he mumbeled under his breath pulling off the short pants and pulled on his pants and
muscel shirt. He walked out with the shorts in hand.
LMK what you all think! Keep R&Rin'