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Who: Victor, Reno, Clive, and one temporary non-playable twat (Closed)
When: Approx 0730, breakfast time
Where: Library
What: Booksitting, 'course.
Rating: PG



Shelf reading was never particularly exciting. Ever. Unless one lived for the monotony of degenerating one's eyeballs after a lifetime of rows upon rows of meticulous investigation for that one lawless book that managed to get itself tucked out of place.

Luckily, Victor thought with a methodical tap of his pencil onto the jade notebook, the library assistants earlier made the valiant sacrifice for him. Temporary assistants, but assistants all the same. They brooded over the circulation desk up front, while he at reference, as time rolled around, marking the beginning of the breakfast call and catching the assistants' readiness.

Though the dark-haired man merely returned his attention to the mostly blank notebook on his desk.

His stubby pencil recommenced its writing.

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( :3 Est-ce que je peux te rendre visite, s'il vous plait? )

It hadn't taken Reno more than his first day to realize that half the inmates down here were either extremely dramatic or completely insane. The select few that fell into neither category he would venture to call his comrades at times, but his trust and loyalty lay above the surface and to no soul in the so-called "Under Grand Hotel." Somewhere between these two knowledges, the peculiar redhead found himself skipping breakfast in the cafeteria to wander.

His fingers were itching to light a cigarette-- one of two things, an old friend had joked, that would get him to shut up-- but the ex-Turk wasn't willing to waste his smokes on whim. He understood the policy of exchange with prisoners around here, but that didn't mean he was in any hurry to get back down on his knees. In any case, he wasn't the sort who was addicted to the nicotine; he just liked to have something to occupy him, and besides that, there were other ways to stave off boredom.

And for adrenaline junkie Reno, prison was actually proving to be disappointingly dull. Sure, he'd chat up some friends now and then, and while he admittedly enjoyed the company of the other damned, a guy had to find a place where he could plot and scheme and what-the-hell to himself. Long story short, that was how Reno, who probably hadn't read half a novel in his life, found himself in the library, wildcat eyes scanning over books that he probably had no interest in checking out.

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( Uh... もちろん! Good ol' AltaVista. 8D )

The temporary assistants smiled nervously as one of the first patrons, a redheaded murderer no less, strolled into the library. They were ready, of course. And of course they were! Only.. diehard concepts such as the "them-vs-us" mentality buzzed through their minds, grinding apprehension into their nerves (and perhaps rightfully so).

After all, any villain who ever so casually shrugged off his morning meal for a trip to the library must be up to something. The circulation desk continued to brood. When, oh when would they be able to go home?

And Victor, ever the considerate and helpful Victor, blindly groped for his morning coffee.

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Reno always got a certain thrill of making people nervous. He didn't know what it was about him-- his casual mannerisms, or maybe just an aura of a person who always sought out trouble-- but he tended to come off as a shady character. And rightfully so. How many times had he blown the head off a mark and gone to pick up his paycheck? All in innocent malice, of course. He rarely meant any real ill will towards any particular person. But, he figured, shit happens.

Prison was a different playground though, and even the mischievous ex-Turk knew to play by certain rules, for survival's sake. Still, he flashed the library assistants a wide smile, amiable enough, but with an edge that might have been cruelty or madness. He lifted a hand to point his index finger and thumb at one of them, a play gun, and those generous lips formed one word: bang, vibrantly green eyes giving a playful wink.

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A cross between an angry flush and a sickly ivory blanch exploded pandemonium across the young man's features as he turned away from the foul gesture, his stiff muscles giving a crick as he did so.

His coworker, on the other hand, more impressed with the violent display of colors than anything, bit his bottom lip and attempted unsuccessfully to hide the inappropriate smirk from the the other's view. Though the lanky brunet swivelled as well, exposing his amusement with a curling grin towards their terrorizer for the day before pretending to busy himself with more important matters.

Magazines or somethin'. Yeah, that'll do.

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Reno started to give his warm, loud laugh when he remembered something about being quiet in libraries, toning it down to a snicker, crazy-beautiful eyes lighting up with amusement. Slender fingers pushed the fringe of wild red hair back from his face, a lingering grin evidence of his entertainment.

Reno was even further amused to notice that someone shared his humor, a flicker of curious in the expressive, explosive color of his gaze. The redhead found himself wandering over, casual, but almost childishly excited. There was something intensely alive about his smile, an easy flash of teeth that would make it hard to believe he was a killer at all, if not for that subtle shade of cruelty.

"So, uh, do all you guys have a constant stick up your asses, or is is it jus' that one?" he asked quietly, his profanity friendly and habitual.

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The bark of laughter startled the duo for a moment, snapping their heads back towards the bizarre redhead and away from their pretenses of actual work. The criminal's approach was met with a suspicious glare from the shorter of the pair and a nearly imperceptible shuffling behind his taller counterpart, hinting at his inner cowardice.

His blue-eyed friend simply offered a tentative smile, remaining somewhat disinclined to get too "chummy" with this killer. Though curiosity was feeling particularly whorish that morning. Damn seduction.

"This one," he began, elbowing his bristling friend, "is more of a pussy than anything."

Now that, unfortunately, earned him a prompt smack to the back of his head, tipping him forward a bit and extracting a rather ungraceful squeak. Ruffled and scowling, his companion marched around the circulation desk. "Let me know when you decide to be useful, Clive. I'll be shelving crap." He tromped off.

Clive chuckled then. "Don't worry," the brunet remarked, smirking perversely; a lively dash of the personality he saved for his pals emerged slyly from its den. "I'll bugger him yet... Ah, but now if you're looking for a real wanker," he whispered with a good-natured grin, tossing his head subtly towards the reference desk that neared the mouth of the shelves of encyclopedias. "Then we're not talking about sticks anymore. We've crossed the line into double penetration."-

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Reno gave a little 'pfft' at the brunet's remarks and tried not to let his laughter explode outwards too much. It took a special kind of someone to appreciate good, perverse humor, and to find such in a library of all places-- a diamond in the rough, really. Amusement akin to a child's delight lit up his features, that brilliant smile easily returning.

"Lemme know if you end up having any luck with your babe, " the redhead answered, amiable. "I'mma go bother your friend. All this talk 'bout double penetration's got me curious." He offered another smile, that crazy-cruel-dark edge there somewhere, but smoothed by his humor.

True to his word, the ex-Turk made his way, comfortable and casual, over to the reference desk. Helping himself to a seat atop it, he leaned back leisurely, hands palm down against the desk to support him. "So, you're Mister Two-in-One." He grinned, sassy.

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Clive watched him off with a grand sense of self-satisfaction. Brilliant save, he congratulated himself, mentally patting himself on the back, his leery preconceptions of inmates lingering like the plague. Though as much as he was adverse (oddly enough) to admit it, he was still alive, wasn't he?

He tapped his bottom lip thoughtfully. Well, now that is a bit exciting, isn't it? ... Shaking his head, he gathered a few stray books that needed to be properly shelved and moved to bump open the waist-high swinging door with his hips. Nookie time!

Exhibiting a giddy smirk as he headed for the vast jungle of books-- no doubt where his little "Janie" lay pouting and alone, most importantly-- Clive sashayed past the reference desk, fortunately missing the indignant profile of their reference librarian.

And indignant it was. For there was an ass on his desk.

Nevertheless, Victor's pause in writing picked itself up again. Having dealt with a few ruffians from the past in his university days, there really was no surprise at the redhead's bold move. Victor ignored him thusly, save for the imperceptible quirk at the corner of his lips in regards to the man's pert jive.

The truth could still be amusing, after all.

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Reno felt a twinge of disappointment at being ignored. There was a certain flamboyant style to him that felt wounded whenever he couldn't provoke a reaction-- he was pretty sure his ego needed a bandage now, thanks. There might have been a mild sulk in the redhead's expression for a moment, but it was brief, and recovering from the injury to his pride, he was back at it again. He had a mouth that never gave up.

"Damn, he was right, " the ex-Turk remarked a bit dryly, a sarcastic and mocking edge to his voice. Slender fingers reached out to deftly pluck the pencil from the reference librarian. "You are somethin' beyond a stick up the ass. I guess hangin' out with the dictionaries all day does that to ya, huh?"

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With his pencil ruthlessly kidnapped, Victor scowled a bit at his unfinished page. It wasn't essential for him to finish it at this very moment. However, his odium for such procrastination reminded him of what irritation was supposed to feel like.

The dour librarian leaned back into his large office chair; it'd have to wait, he supposed. Though his steely blue-grey eyes lifted to examine his pencil's captor, scrutinizing the lithe figure, the long flamboyant mass of colorful hair.

Victor mused.

"Where's your tattoo?" he inquired obscurely after a moment, his eyes looking him up and down, noncommittal. "To be honest, I wouldn't have pegged you as the prison bitch initially."

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Reno was absently twirling the stubby little pencil with clever fingers, brilliantly green eyes meeting blue-gray ones with a faint hint of challenge mixed in with the silent laughter in his gaze. He quirked a bit of a cheeky grin at the librarian's retort, appreciative of it. If he wanted to be straight-forward and literal, he would have pointed out that he actually had two ink jobs-- a dedication to his partner in the Turks on his back, and a rising phoenix around his thigh.

"I applied for the spot, but shut-call thinks I talk too much, " he responded sarcastically. The shut-call could kiss his ass. The shut-call's real bitch could kiss his ass, too. "So they sent me here to keep you company. Said your sexual drought was making you grumpy."

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"I see. Immediately rejected for even the lowest forms of prostitution, have you?" Victor quipped in return, easily accepting the fact that he had just partially insulted his own status as well. He met the challenge in those distinctive green eyes with a slight raise of an arched brow, welcoming more of the redhead's interesting taunts.

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"I was over-qualified, " Reno responded a touch dryly, a wry smile returning to his face. He tucked Victor's pencil behind one well-decorated ear, nestled snugly in wild red hair. "'Side, the shut-call has plenty of bitches putting a nose between his legs." Reno'd been there, done that, and blamed his craving for the occassional smoke. "And lucky you, you're stuck with me." He flashed another smile. "Don't worry-- I'm friendly, loyal, and I'll even curl up at the foot of your bed."

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"How utterly gracious of you to volunteer for the librarian's assistant's position," he drawled, rolling his office chair to the adjacent side of his large oak desk. A page-long application was retrieved from the plastic paper holder before he scooted his seat back to the main face of his desk and thrust the printed document at the other man.

"Full time," Victor informed. "You will come here during the prison's scheduled working hours. Basic training begins promptly. That is today." He smirked insidiously, his first full-fledged expression of the day. "And all for the sake of loyalty. I commend you."

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... Holy shit. Was that paperwork? Reno might have actually cringed at the sight of just that one page application. Perhaps the only thing about being a Turk that he didn't miss was filling stuff out-- damage reports, mission reports, confidentiality statements. And besides that, who said he wanted to spend all his time in a library of all places? He hadn't even finished high school. Books? Right.

He stared at the application like it was a severed appendage or something. "Hang on jus' one fuckin' second, " the redhead answered warily. "Are you serious?" A look at that wicked smirk answered that. That expression on the librarian's face was frighteningly close to the one his old boss use to wear. "No. No fuckin'way." He scooted away to the opposite end of the desk. "No way in hell."

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Victor's smirk virtually inflated at the sight of the redhead's turmoil. Damn, his ego was making love today.

"Is that so?" came his easy query as he lowered the piece of paper neatly onto the wooden face of his desk before lacing his fingers together in a prim ball on top of it. "Trading in your dogged pride for a pair of a coward's mittens, is that right, Kitten?"

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Reno was thoroughly convinced at this point that this librarian was actually the devil in diguise. Suitably so-- if there was any kind of hell for this ex-Turk, a quiet library would be on his list of top ten. B

ut his pride immediately kicked his ass into gear at the librarian's remarks. Frowning a bit, the lively redhead snatched the piece of paper from under his hands, plucking the stolen pencil from behind his ear and filling it out in his scrawly handwriting. He wrote 'Reno' where indicated, unable to avoid thinking that he was selling his soul to Satan.

"What kinda fuck nickname is Kitten anyways?" he responded a touch peevishly, giving the librarian his application and an affectionately raised middle finger. "Sounds like a porn star name."

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Though Victor preferred that the troublesome redhead had actually taken it upon himself to flee from his domain, he couldn't help but partake in this newfound ego trip.

Triumphant, Victor accepted the application and tucked it away somewhere under his desk where, perchance, the other doomed souls of his applicants lay.

How appropriate would horns be right about now? he wondered with a small chuckle to himself, raising his steely gaze once again as soon as he caught the other's comment.

"Actually, a porn star name would run along the lines of 'Honey Rose'." He lifted his brows curiously. "Or would you prefer 'Busty Milly'?"

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( But* )

"You don't think that'd be a little fuckin' deceptive?" the redhead retorted with a light scoff, apparently over signing the remains of his mangled little soul away. At least it would give him something to do-- but seriously, equating this guy with the term 'boss?' Still working on that. 'Sides, if it came down to it, he could just ditch, right? What was a librarian going to do to him? Beat him with a pencil? "Since, for one thing, I don't even got anythin' close to being called 'busty.' If I did, I'd be making money on a porn site or in a circus, but definitely not in a damn library."

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"Ah, so Kitten it is," Victor agreed with a curt nod, not much concerning himself enough to ask for his proper name nor to offer his own. It wasn't as though he would be shouting for his assistance at ever hour, if only to complete mundane tasks.

The librarian waved him off casually with a hand, dismissive. "You know when to show up."

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Reno scrunched his nose up as if the nickname literally (and figuratively) stank. He was already making plans to ditch 'work' tomorrow.

"Right, see you 'round, boss, " he added the title a touch mockingly, making a bit of a face as he slid off the librarian's desk to make his escape. On his way out, he paused to glance at the assistant librarian, making a gesture as if he was strangling himself with an invisible noose-- a 'I think I just shot myself in the foot' message-- before rolling his eyes and passing on.

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Clive had already been assuming the role as Peeping Tom as soon as he had returned from his rejection fest at the back of the library. The banter was golden and he was quickly having a difficult time keeping a stiff reign on his silent catches of laughter.

He sobered up rather effectively, however, by the time the redhead made his grand exit: in the arms of impending doom. The young man snickered.

And I wanted to go home!?