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Riot Kavaler · 10-20-2010, 05:19 AM

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Riot had sat in pleasant silence for a while before he sensed someone else had come along. At first, he paid them no mind and hoped Vault came back and kicked their ass for spying on them, but after a moment more, he finally looked out of the corner of his eye toward where the stranger was. He caught a glimmer of something shiny before he turned his eyes back to the ground in front of him and leaned forward on his knees with his elbows. "What're you hiding from?" he asked gruffly, obviously directing his question to the male who thought he was unseen. Riot had been trained by members of the Russian Mafia, along with some who'd been Spetsnaz; he knew when someone was sneaking around and had keen hearing. If this male was unfriendly, he was going to be in a world of hurt.

But so far, it didn't seem like he was going to attack. He just seemed.... well, Riot couldn't tell because he wasn't looking at him and couldn't see his expression. "I'm not gonna hurt you, you can come out." The large black male spoke calmly and coolly, keeping his icy gaze cast downward. He was sure if he made any movements or looked toward the shadowy figure they'd be gone in an instant, and honestly, he was very curious about them. Someone that stealthy would be of great use to him. Already he was thinking of ways to manipulate the stranger into joining. But he'd need to talk to him and find some things out before he could make any assumptions on how to get him on his side.

"You hungry? I gotta friend who's out hunting, he'll bring some food." At least, he better. Riot would kick his ass if he didn't come back with something for him to bribe Oran with. He felt like he was trying to trap a wild animal and tame them. Riot chuckled at the thought, a smirk spreading across his ebony jaw.

"Riot Speaks." "Vault Speaks"

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