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Who: Reno, Axel (Semi-Open?)
When: Late afternoon
Where: Chapel
What: A change in circumstances.
Rating: TBA

Reno had never known a fear of God. A hard life had taught him that it was power and death that controlled men-- not some almighty father. Where was God when he'd shot men in the heads in front of their families under company orders, or when he'd been tangled up in the sheets with his partner, knowing he'd probably never live past forty? There was nothing divine about that. It was just...

Real.

Of course, Reno had a bone or two he wanted to pick with reality at this point. He sat alone in the prison chapel-- a place where he would make sure there would be no unwanted eyes or ears-- leaning his slender body up against the back wall, eyes dark and thoughtful. There was the matter of Swordfish to deal with. Fortunately, Reno was a man with many connections, many options, and a smooth-talking mouth.

The stinging cuts in his hands were a reminder that his mouth could get him in trouble as well as out of it, though. He was waiting for his 'rescuer,' who he'd left a message with to meet him. They had business to discuss.

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Reno was coaxed from the twisted world of his thoughts by a familiar voice, wildcat eyes drifting leisurely towards the presence, a slow smile spreading over his face. Pushing off the wall, he approached with that comfortable, almost lazy gait of his.

"Hey, I've got news for you, " the ex-Turk greeted amiably, throwing a friendly arm over his companion's shoulders. "Y'know how I said I couldn't get shit 'cause Sword wants to bury my head in the ground?" His smile turned sly, almost-- no, undoubtably wicked, the gleam in his green eyes all mischeif.

"Well, I guess I lied. I got a way around things, " he continued. If he could help it, he didn't want any of his potential allies dealing with Sword, and he especially didn't want them building a reliance on the asshole, not even for drugs. "I can still get you your fix. Y'think you can hold out until sometime today?"

Axel hadn't been expecting that and, upon hearing the news, brightened immediately. His heroin...Once he got it he could be himself again. He didn't have to be this horribly weak first impression.

"You serious? If I've held out THIS long I can wait just a bit more!"

True, the chills and nausea was killing him but it would all be over soon.

"Nah! I'm jus' pullin' your leg, " Reno responded dryly, before smiling again, clapping his fellow redhead amiably on the shoulder. "'Course I'm serious. No guarantees, but there's a pretty good fuckin' chance there's someone I heard of who's gonna be willing to supply me. I'll letcha know soon as I got my grabby little hands on your fix, a'ight?"

"That's awesome, I owe you." Axel laughed, grinning. The shaking was getting worse, and he knew it would start to hurt unbearably very soon.

If he didn't get it this time, he could always just get on his knees.

Reno gave a full laugh at that, the sound echoing through the chapel. "I'll remember it, " the redhead promised wryly. "But for now, you got my back, I got yours, right?" He smiled a bit, that disarming but somehow subtly malicious curve of lips. "Keep a look out for my memo."

Grinning, Axel nodded, waving his hand at Reno.

"No problem. I may not look it, but I can swing a punch if I have to."

"A'ight, " Reno responded, absently pushing wild hair out of his face. "Oh hey, and one more thing before I go, yeah? Be careful. Heard Sword's messin' with some of the people sidin' with me." He bared his teeth in another grin. "Wouldn't blame ya if you went turn-coat to save your hide." Maybe it was a threat, a warning-- or could it be genuine? His smile smoothed out into something more friendly before it was possible to really tell. "Catch you 'round, Axel."

With lips curling into a wicked smirk, Axel's shakey hands brushed his limp hair from his face.

Damn he needed gel.

"Trust me, I wouldn't do that to save my own ass."

True, he wouldn't, but that didnt mean he wouldnt do it for other motives entirely. "Question--how did you get your hands on cash?"

Reno stopped mid-way through turning to go, tilting his head a little questioningly at Axel's inquiry. "...Well, y'get a job, I guess," the redhead responded after a beat, a curious smile on his face. "Plenty of jobs 'round here need doin'."

Reno was a library assistant himself, but that was a long story-- he practically worked for the devil and probably hadn't read an entire book in his life. "Maybe you should, uh, look into being a barber, " he teased his companion. "See if it'll help you get your hands on some hair gel."

"Heh, not a bad idea. Thanks, man." Raising his hand in a motionless wave(or it would have been had he not still been shaking), Axel turned to look around the chapel.

He had nothing else to say just yet.