Everything in its Right Place ((OPEN-Dirty?))

[Chris]

((Open to the baddies, undetermined timeframe: open minded to it. Long story short, feel somewhat porny/kinky/submissive after listening to Hybrid's remix of this. Convinced it's about erotic asphyxiation but well, anyway, open. Any biters?))

Kid A, Kid A, Kid A, Kid A
Everything, everything, everything, everything..
In its right place, in its right place, in its right place, right place

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything, everything, everything..
In its right place, in its right place, right place

There are two colours in my head
There are two colours in my head
What is that you tried to say?
What was that you tried to say?
Tried to say.. tried to say..
Tried to say.. tried to say..
Everything in its right place - Radiohead



Chris sat with his back to one of the brick walls, a smaller made blade in hand as he cut through tanned leather. Fishing line was beside him with a needle, as was the project he made before that one—a bag to be slung around the back, a bag with compartments for travel ease. He’d been crafty before, and it made being on the go when jobs came up easier, at least for him. Everything was in its right place.

A smile was given as over the top he carefully carved a design, more an insignia, that represented a cat’s face, a more specific cat’s face, a queen’s face.

His queen’s face.

Maybe Fangor would sometime permit Kitrina to be closer to the group rather than the outer edges of the alley where Chris knew she’d be waiting, as she always did. At least without an escort, so to speak.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad was bored. He hadn't had an assignment in more than a week, and Fangor hadn't really been up to anything, so he had nothing to do.

"What are you up to?" he asked Chris, coming across the tom, engaged in some menial activity. Maybe it was interesting? He doubted it though.

[Chris]

"Hey Brad!" Chris chirped in good nature, not looking up at the other. "Be justa minute." A last few marks were traced with the blade before he blew against it and set it down, lifting up both bags as he turned them around to show the other. "That one's for me," he said, gesturing to the one with the insignia resembling Kitrina. "The other one's for Jazz. If I knew you'd be around I'd have made one for you next before one for me, but I got a little greedy." The last part was said with an embarrassed smile, eyes fairly wide and bright.

"What are you up to, mate? Anything interesting?"

[Rozumbrad]

"Absolutely nothing," Brad said bluntly. "That's the problem. Nothing has happened for more than a week. It's degrading."

He sighed. "It's like Macavity is ignoring me," he muttered.

[Chris]

"What? No!" Chris was on his feet then, touching Brad's shoulder softly as he looked up. "No, no, of course not. Mac-Daddy loves you! He wouldn't have sent you to Fangor." Chris's words were strong, serious, and filled with belief. "Fangor's one of the best, if not the best, to work for. I've never regretted a day since I've started. The lulls--" He paused before continuing.

"They only happen before something big goes down. He's got really good timing. ... really good. Tries to get everyone in the right mindset and rested. You'll see. Whatever goes down, it'll be big, and you'll be in the front line."

[Rozumbrad]

"But there's nothing to do," Rozumbrad persisted. "I've got nothing to do all day but wander around. I'm bored."

[Chris]

"We could whittle?" Chris suggested, though already he was packing up the bags. "We can find something."

[Rozumbrad]

"Whittle?" Rozumbrad asked in disbelief. Was Chris some sort of country hick?

[Chris]

"Yeah, it's where you take wood and you make things from it. I learned it years, and years ago when I was still living in the north," Chris said, not realizing the question was asked skeptically but rather taking it as a question. "It's great practice for knifework. Come on!" He took Rozumbrad's hand and tugged him. "There's this junkyard we could swipe some stuff from. Just can't hang out there very long."

[Rozumbrad]

"That's seriously your idea of fun?" Rozumbrad asked, resisting the tug. "Carving? Surely you know something more fun?"

[Chris]

"Well." He paused, thinking. "Sometimes haunting the docks can be fun. The fishmongers are always so great and you get some nice shrimp. And..." He thought more. "Hm. Usually I just try to find my bitch when I'm bored. Oh, that. You could give her a go if you'd like to."

[Rozumbrad]

"No," Brad said dismissively. "I don't like doing the unwilling. It kind of ruins the fun."

Fish did sound tempting. It was a good smell at any rate.

[Chris]

"Oh, that's right. I forgot you said that before," Chris chirped jovially. "Sorry about that, mate. So yeah, we could do that, we could um. We could..." He paused. "... I guess I live a pretty boring life when it's an off week!" Laughter. Amusement.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad sighed. "Lets just go get some fish to eat," he said. "At least that involves something's death."

[Chris]

Chris laughed before lightly punching the other in the shoulder. "Funny! And true! But any time I feel like death, usually I go for the alternatives first. How does it go? La petite morte?" He half-bounded ahead a stride or two, the bag he carried slung firmly over his back.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad smiled a bit. At least Chris had some taste.

"Easy for you, you've got your queen that always wants you."

[Chris]

"God, yeah, I know," he said, almost salivating at the thought, slowing his pace to match up with Rozumbrad. "Always. Anytime, whenever. If I want to, she does." He closed his eyes with a little reverie. "You shoulda seen her when we met a few years ago. She was so shy. So cute. Never been touched or anything. She only let me kiss her for about a month, then graduated through the bases very, very quickly. She was so beautiful when she bled for me the first time."

His eyes opened again after a deeper sigh before he glanced to his companion. "Should be easy for you, too! I've already offered you a ride. I'm not gay, but if I was I'd be totally crushing on you. You're really attractive."

[Rozumbrad]

"I prefer them to want it," Rozumbrad repeated. "Make it more fun when they get off too. I think she only wants you."

He chose not to point out the problem with Chris's assertion that he wasn't gay, no matter how keen he was to get it on the the male members of the gang.

"Do you really think Macavity cares about everyone?" he asked, sounding casual and dismissive, but there was hidden needing in there. "I mean, so many work for him, he could hardly know them all."

[Chris]

"She better only want me," Chris replied, maybe a bit too quick, a violence coming to his face. Something too possessive. Something... just there.

And a smile then came to it with a broader nod. "Mhmm! Mac-Daddy loves everyone. He's so nice. He lets me have Milky-shakes sometimes with whipped cream and sprinkles." Extra emphasis, a cute addition to the "milkshake." He licked his lips thinking about it, delighting. "And he knows everyone. After I joined Fangor, he personally invited me to meet him. Really nice guy! So sweet, too!"

[Rozumbrad]

"So does he...love..." Terrible word in the circumstances. "...everybody, intimately?" he asked, a bit too hopeful. "I mean, does he let them share his bed."

[Chris]

"Everybody?" he asked, as if not getting the question before the intimately part and bed. "Oh. Ohhh." The cat shook his head a few times. "No. No, he's got morals. No fucks for free. Kinda a shame; he's a beautiful cat." Another statement that could easily negate his insistence, as innocent as it was, that he didn't care for the less-fair species.

[Rozumbrad]

"So you've never...?" Rozumbrad enquired, still a little too interested.

[Chris]

"Slept with Mac-Daddy?" He laughed, shaking his head. "No. No, never. Though if I did, that'd be the biggest honor imaginable. Even bigger than when Fangor initiated me." He gave a sage nod of his head. "Why?"

[Rozumbrad]

"Just wondering," Rozumbrad said quickly. "He is kind of good looking, and he'd no doubt be great at it. And well, can't hurt my standing to get with him."

He was now mildly annoyed that he hadn't been 'initiated' by Fangor. He could see advancement slipping away right now.

[Chris]

"Oh. You don't want to do that," Chris said, shaking his head, stopping his walk as he faced the other. "Sleeping to get ahead with the boss... just... bad idea. You're working the way you should be. You don't want to be stripped of combat privileges and left as a whore. And believe me, they'd do that." He stalled, frowning a little bit. "They even suggested me making my bitch be a whore. Only once, but still."

[Rozumbrad]

"I basically slept my way to where I am now," Rozumbrad pointed out. "You don't get out of being one of the faceless thug squad without something to catch attention."

"Besides, being Macavity's whore could be nice. Certainly comfortable."

[Chris]

Chris shook his head. "I disagree. I doubt Fangor's ever slept with Macavity, and you should see how revered he is--oh wait, you probably know that by now. And I didn't sleep my way to the top. Nope. Never. Just initiation, but that was all, and that was after I worked for them for a bit. I already was doing the big runs."

He paused. "You really like Mac-Daddy a lot, don'tcha?"

[Rozumbrad]

"He's just so... great," Brad said lamely. "No one else could do what he's done. No one could compare with him."

Others loved their gods. Rozumbrad wanted to sleep with his.

[Chris]

"Well, yeah, guess so." Chris's lips tugged up by one corner in thought, like he might say something else but changed his mind, grinning instead. Sometimes there were places he shouldn't interfere. He knew that to some sort of degree in his warped sense of right and wrong. "I'm sure he knows you. Certain of it."

[Rozumbrad]

"I'm sure he knows me," Rozumbrad said. "As just another lackey. Why would be notice? If he hasn't even taken advantage of your cute little devotion," he added, nudging Chris playfully.