Chapter 7-Where is he?
Riddick let Jak dress him up. She'd brought up too many logical points to prove to him that a
new get up was nessicary. He'd let her have some credits and she'd went out. All the way to the
inner city more than 10 miles inward fromt he docking station. She'd returned with clothes that
must have depleted what credits 'Ricky Ricardo' had. Black slacks made of cotton so finely woven
it felt like satin, a white undershirt made of the usual, but the stiching was especially nice.
A jacket much like the slacks and sunglasses. Silver brimmed and the lenses real glass. She'd
even taken the liberty of choosing a fine restraunt for them to attend... The receipt had
inadvertantly 'torn' in the bag and didn't show the total credits spent.
"It wasn't THAT much Imam."
"I'm sure child, now, how much does Riddick have left."
She made an odd noise, a nervous chuckle.
"He has something left?"
"Jak!"
"He would have some left but there was nothing good in that Erynn lady's room! There's no way
they would have let her in!"
"So...?"
"So, I bought a dress too."
"How'd you know her dress size child?"
"Iiii... uh, estimated."
Imam lifted both brows suspicously.
"Right."
In all reality Jak had seen her pant size and estimated from there. A half truth.
'Part truth is better than no truth!' her 'mother' had always said.
"Ever thought of scaling it down a bit Jak?"
"Now why wuld I go and do a thing like that! If someone suspects that he might be Riddick, then
he'll be informed and that'll give him enough time to get away."
"Why would it give him enough time to escape?"
"BECAUSE! Nobody's gonna let anyone act up in a big fancy restraunt."
Imam couldn't help but smile. Jak was right, there was no way they'd let anyone act up. It
might look like a flaw on their fancied up records.
"Gatta leave Erynn a note to tell her where to meet Riddick... I'll leave telling Ricky where to
be up to you. You know that one retraunt, The Crimson Dragon" She motioned towards the other
room.
"Thanks Imam!" she called over her shoulder as she dashed out the door not giving him a chance
to respond.
She ran through the crowded streets, slipping between people easily. Her thin toothpick figure
could fit between the closest bunched people. Finally she hit the docking platform the wood
creeking beneath her slight weight. Erynn had had one of those open docks, probably didn't
know this was a place where starship theives abounded. She'd done some research on where they
were and what this place was all about. Erynn sat angrily in a humph before an empty docking
space. Jak inadvertantly dropped the envelope containing a letter to where to go, what time and
where to pick up her dress, along with a few credits she'd won in some bets on the way back.
Non-English speaking Taxi drivers were so gullible.
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Erynn walked into the hotel cautiously. She didn't want another run-in with that large fellow.
'The bathrooms huh?' she thought reading over the note. She walked into the grimy bathrooms.
Everything seemed to be coated with mildew or some other kind of slimy stuff.
"If this entire bathroom is like this I wonder what the hell the outfit looks like..." she said
to herself.
She looked up at the numbering above each door.
"1..2..3..4!" She tried to open it but it was locked. She peeked beneath the door and saw no
feeet. Shrugging she busted the door in, the metal bending harshly until ripping from its
hinges with one powerful kick. The dress hung from the lightbulb cage. It looked to be skin
tight. The black material wa slight, though not transparent. It was strapless, with a zip up
back.
"A dress? Fuck no."
She picked a note from the plastic cover.
"Gee thanks.. bitch.."
She ripped the dress down from the light cage, hanger and all.
"Why the hell should I go? Curiosity killed the cat right? Not to mention it's nearly gotton
me killed several times before.." -sigh-
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"YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO GO THERE!?"
"Yes." Jack meeped.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING PEOPLE THERE'LL BE!?"
"Yes."
He snarled, and hissed at Jak savagly. She'd barely set foot in the hotel room door and this is
what she got, how pleasent.
"Are you TRYING to get me caught or something?"
"Honestly Riddick!" she snapped in a scolding tone.
"Listen, it's just one night! Besides, like I was telling Imam earlier they wont let no one
stary a ruckus in the middle of their restraunt. it might blemish their record and slow their
business. I mean, what businessmen is actually going to go to a place where fights are a
regular occurance?"
"Excuse me... But, you mean besides a bar right Jak?" Imam asked curiously.
She shot a look that could kill at Imam. She could feel Riddick's goggled eyes burning into her.
'Stop staring at me, stop staring at me, stop staring at me.' she whispered over and over in her
head. She just wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him how she felt. Tell him not to
go to meet Erynn, she was a waste of his time! She was who he needed!
'Riddick I'm what you need'
She thought in a daydream.
"I need what?" Riddick snapped.
"UH?" She'd said that outloud? Oh god... Please don't let him have heard that entire sentance.
"You said Riddick and a bunch of mumbling then need. What do I need?"
"You NEED to go meet Erynn at that retraunt is what you need to do. You only have an hour to
catch a cab, get there and actually make it through the crowd and into the dining area."
She patted his shoulder lightly. he shrugged her off and stalked through the door slamming it
shut behind him, his shiv firmly tucked into his cuff.
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Erynn looked over herself in the mirror.
"Okay... so maybe this isn't that bad."
Checking her black hills gold detailed watch she winced. Only 45 minutes to get there.
"Better get going.." She muttered to herself, slipping her 30mm, snub nosed special into her
purse and hanging it from her arm. She stumbeled downt he stairs, still not having gotton her
high-heeled legs yet.
"How do women walk in these things?" She said outloud to herself.
An elder lady in the lobby looked at her hearing her comment, as Erynn teetered uncertaintly
across it.
"Very carefully" she laughed.
Erynn smirked sarcasticly.
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She sat at the table sipping at her wine delicatly. Ricky hadn't shown up yet and she was
getting tired of waiting. Her white hair fell straightly across her face. Hey steely grey gaze
glanced around at all the people around her. Here she was sitting at a table for two, alone.
She found it rather embaressing.. What if people thought- She cought herself off..
'What do you care what people think, not like you did before.'
She rid herself of every possible human emtion, besides jealously, greed and hatred. Her core
was only wearing black until it could come up with something darker. The waiter brought her
another glass of wine taking her now emptied one. He was already 20 minutes late and all the
food around her was tempting her appetite to surface, not to mention she was getting irritable
with his lateness.
"This is beyond fashionably late." she muttered to herself.
Her gaze shifted upward as the seater led a large man to the table. She recognised him after a
moment. It was the man who had rammed her in the hotel. He seated himself and stared across at
her silently.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed.
"Eating, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I was waiting for someone who is not you. Get up and tell them there's been a mistake."
A smirk crossed his lips. Her grey eyes locked with his the ones hidden behind the sunglasses
menacingly. She just sighed, this was not a place to act up in.
"I'll leave if he shows up."
"Fine, but your paying for your own dinner."
A sneer crossed his face, replacing the smirk quickly. The waiter came over. He was of
medium build, not much taller than Erynn though. His strong french accent made him somewhat hard
to understand.
"What can I get for you two tonight?"
"I'll have the Surf N' Turf." Erynn said indescievly.
The man sitting across from her was powerfully built and as she finally tuned in on evaluating
him she relized just how deep his voice was. Throaty and low, it sent shivers down her spine and
memories jetting around in her head. She cleared them away. He'd ordered the poterhouse, extra
rare.
She cleared her throat and hesitantly spoke losing her tough demenour.
"So.. um.. what's your name?"
'Where is he?" he mind growled to itself
**********Meanwhile!*************
Jak sat in front of the tv, near hypnotized while Imam russeled them something to eat.
"I wonder what they're doing now?" Jak questioned.
"I do not know." Imam said absent mindedly tapping pepper into the concoction. "You will have to
ask him once he returns."
"I wonder if they're talking?"
"Mr. Riddick has never caught me as talkative Jak."
"You're right.. But what else are they going to do?"
Imam stopped for a moment looking at Jak.
"Sit in awkward silence I suppose?" he responded
Jak couldn't help but release a chuckle.
Imam set the large pot hed found amoung the untensils in the cuboards on the table and set out
two plastic bowls.
"It's ready Jak."
"Hold on Imam! Check this out"
Riddick let Jak dress him up. She'd brought up too many logical points to prove to him that a
new get up was nessicary. He'd let her have some credits and she'd went out. All the way to the
inner city more than 10 miles inward fromt he docking station. She'd returned with clothes that
must have depleted what credits 'Ricky Ricardo' had. Black slacks made of cotton so finely woven
it felt like satin, a white undershirt made of the usual, but the stiching was especially nice.
A jacket much like the slacks and sunglasses. Silver brimmed and the lenses real glass. She'd
even taken the liberty of choosing a fine restraunt for them to attend... The receipt had
inadvertantly 'torn' in the bag and didn't show the total credits spent.
"It wasn't THAT much Imam."
"I'm sure child, now, how much does Riddick have left."
She made an odd noise, a nervous chuckle.
"He has something left?"
"Jak!"
"He would have some left but there was nothing good in that Erynn lady's room! There's no way
they would have let her in!"
"So...?"
"So, I bought a dress too."
"How'd you know her dress size child?"
"Iiii... uh, estimated."
Imam lifted both brows suspicously.
"Right."
In all reality Jak had seen her pant size and estimated from there. A half truth.
'Part truth is better than no truth!' her 'mother' had always said.
"Ever thought of scaling it down a bit Jak?"
"Now why wuld I go and do a thing like that! If someone suspects that he might be Riddick, then
he'll be informed and that'll give him enough time to get away."
"Why would it give him enough time to escape?"
"BECAUSE! Nobody's gonna let anyone act up in a big fancy restraunt."
Imam couldn't help but smile. Jak was right, there was no way they'd let anyone act up. It
might look like a flaw on their fancied up records.
"Gatta leave Erynn a note to tell her where to meet Riddick... I'll leave telling Ricky where to
be up to you. You know that one retraunt, The Crimson Dragon" She motioned towards the other
room.
"Thanks Imam!" she called over her shoulder as she dashed out the door not giving him a chance
to respond.
She ran through the crowded streets, slipping between people easily. Her thin toothpick figure
could fit between the closest bunched people. Finally she hit the docking platform the wood
creeking beneath her slight weight. Erynn had had one of those open docks, probably didn't
know this was a place where starship theives abounded. She'd done some research on where they
were and what this place was all about. Erynn sat angrily in a humph before an empty docking
space. Jak inadvertantly dropped the envelope containing a letter to where to go, what time and
where to pick up her dress, along with a few credits she'd won in some bets on the way back.
Non-English speaking Taxi drivers were so gullible.
****************************
Erynn walked into the hotel cautiously. She didn't want another run-in with that large fellow.
'The bathrooms huh?' she thought reading over the note. She walked into the grimy bathrooms.
Everything seemed to be coated with mildew or some other kind of slimy stuff.
"If this entire bathroom is like this I wonder what the hell the outfit looks like..." she said
to herself.
She looked up at the numbering above each door.
"1..2..3..4!" She tried to open it but it was locked. She peeked beneath the door and saw no
feeet. Shrugging she busted the door in, the metal bending harshly until ripping from its
hinges with one powerful kick. The dress hung from the lightbulb cage. It looked to be skin
tight. The black material wa slight, though not transparent. It was strapless, with a zip up
back.
"A dress? Fuck no."
She picked a note from the plastic cover.
"Gee thanks.. bitch.."
She ripped the dress down from the light cage, hanger and all.
"Why the hell should I go? Curiosity killed the cat right? Not to mention it's nearly gotton
me killed several times before.." -sigh-
****************************
"YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT ME TO GO THERE!?"
"Yes." Jack meeped.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FUCKING PEOPLE THERE'LL BE!?"
"Yes."
He snarled, and hissed at Jak savagly. She'd barely set foot in the hotel room door and this is
what she got, how pleasent.
"Are you TRYING to get me caught or something?"
"Honestly Riddick!" she snapped in a scolding tone.
"Listen, it's just one night! Besides, like I was telling Imam earlier they wont let no one
stary a ruckus in the middle of their restraunt. it might blemish their record and slow their
business. I mean, what businessmen is actually going to go to a place where fights are a
regular occurance?"
"Excuse me... But, you mean besides a bar right Jak?" Imam asked curiously.
She shot a look that could kill at Imam. She could feel Riddick's goggled eyes burning into her.
'Stop staring at me, stop staring at me, stop staring at me.' she whispered over and over in her
head. She just wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him how she felt. Tell him not to
go to meet Erynn, she was a waste of his time! She was who he needed!
'Riddick I'm what you need'
She thought in a daydream.
"I need what?" Riddick snapped.
"UH?" She'd said that outloud? Oh god... Please don't let him have heard that entire sentance.
"You said Riddick and a bunch of mumbling then need. What do I need?"
"You NEED to go meet Erynn at that retraunt is what you need to do. You only have an hour to
catch a cab, get there and actually make it through the crowd and into the dining area."
She patted his shoulder lightly. he shrugged her off and stalked through the door slamming it
shut behind him, his shiv firmly tucked into his cuff.
*****************************
Erynn looked over herself in the mirror.
"Okay... so maybe this isn't that bad."
Checking her black hills gold detailed watch she winced. Only 45 minutes to get there.
"Better get going.." She muttered to herself, slipping her 30mm, snub nosed special into her
purse and hanging it from her arm. She stumbeled downt he stairs, still not having gotton her
high-heeled legs yet.
"How do women walk in these things?" She said outloud to herself.
An elder lady in the lobby looked at her hearing her comment, as Erynn teetered uncertaintly
across it.
"Very carefully" she laughed.
Erynn smirked sarcasticly.
*****************************
She sat at the table sipping at her wine delicatly. Ricky hadn't shown up yet and she was
getting tired of waiting. Her white hair fell straightly across her face. Hey steely grey gaze
glanced around at all the people around her. Here she was sitting at a table for two, alone.
She found it rather embaressing.. What if people thought- She cought herself off..
'What do you care what people think, not like you did before.'
She rid herself of every possible human emtion, besides jealously, greed and hatred. Her core
was only wearing black until it could come up with something darker. The waiter brought her
another glass of wine taking her now emptied one. He was already 20 minutes late and all the
food around her was tempting her appetite to surface, not to mention she was getting irritable
with his lateness.
"This is beyond fashionably late." she muttered to herself.
Her gaze shifted upward as the seater led a large man to the table. She recognised him after a
moment. It was the man who had rammed her in the hotel. He seated himself and stared across at
her silently.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed.
"Eating, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I was waiting for someone who is not you. Get up and tell them there's been a mistake."
A smirk crossed his lips. Her grey eyes locked with his the ones hidden behind the sunglasses
menacingly. She just sighed, this was not a place to act up in.
"I'll leave if he shows up."
"Fine, but your paying for your own dinner."
A sneer crossed his face, replacing the smirk quickly. The waiter came over. He was of
medium build, not much taller than Erynn though. His strong french accent made him somewhat hard
to understand.
"What can I get for you two tonight?"
"I'll have the Surf N' Turf." Erynn said indescievly.
The man sitting across from her was powerfully built and as she finally tuned in on evaluating
him she relized just how deep his voice was. Throaty and low, it sent shivers down her spine and
memories jetting around in her head. She cleared them away. He'd ordered the poterhouse, extra
rare.
She cleared her throat and hesitantly spoke losing her tough demenour.
"So.. um.. what's your name?"
'Where is he?" he mind growled to itself
**********Meanwhile!*************
Jak sat in front of the tv, near hypnotized while Imam russeled them something to eat.
"I wonder what they're doing now?" Jak questioned.
"I do not know." Imam said absent mindedly tapping pepper into the concoction. "You will have to
ask him once he returns."
"I wonder if they're talking?"
"Mr. Riddick has never caught me as talkative Jak."
"You're right.. But what else are they going to do?"
Imam stopped for a moment looking at Jak.
"Sit in awkward silence I suppose?" he responded
Jak couldn't help but release a chuckle.
Imam set the large pot hed found amoung the untensils in the cuboards on the table and set out
two plastic bowls.
"It's ready Jak."
"Hold on Imam! Check this out"