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The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
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──── street racing is among one of the most popular ways to earn money in the first tier. while not illegal, it is highly frowned upon by the foremen and some vigilantes because of how dangerous it can be. bets are often made on winners and losers, money exchanges hand to hand.



Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason quietly stands among the crowd, quietly looking down at his crappy watch on his wrist. He was surprised it hasn't broken yet. It had dirt and cracks all over it. He often called it Ol' Reliable. Though, most people thought that was stupid. This watch was given to him by a friend. But that was besides the point. He was waiting for someone. That much was evident, from him looking down at his watch.

Jason had been digging deep into the leader of the Grey Hat's files. Something he assumed was hard to do, considering how hard it was to find in the first place. He had heard, from a reliable source, that this 'leader' would be here today making bets. That was dangerous. This entire sport was dangerous. Street racing. It always seemed to beckon death into the driver's existence. He glances back up, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared towards the drivers who were conversing with crowd members just a little further ahead. They were scattered about within the crowd. Them, along with the rest of the crowd, did well to shield Jason from views of the outside world. Well, he hoped, at least.

Street Racing wouldn't be legal in the top tier. Though, most the shit that went down here wouldn't be. Hence why everyone into this sort of shit lived down here. Why he lived down here, along with the others. He hated Foremen and the like. He hated Grey Hats. And of course Black Hats too. They were always a bother. Always seeming to be in his way, in one way or another. They, just like Foremen, had to be stopped. That's where he came in.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
There were many, Oliver found, that were especially self righteous these days. He had a rather expansive morale himself, but never did he impose it onto other people. He was a man that typically intuition.

After the debacle with Ellie, he'd decided that it'd be in his best interest to get out some more. She was a very self righteous person, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. he could understand why she was. She wanted to make a change. He didn't want to make a change per say, but he did feel a small desire to help people. Especially those who were in the same situation as he had been, a small boy, frail, with palms that glimmered like stars and a heart so heavy he might fall where he stood. He could at least relate to them, on some level or another.

He'd gotten into betting only a week before, seeing as he didn't have a steady form of income - and he saw a lot of profit in the activity. Very few people knew who he was, what he looked like - but there were some he knew for certain were tracking him. He figured he'd let them come if they so pleased. He'd converse with them even.

He stood against a lamp post, cyan rays casting an ominous glow over vehicle ridden streets, the thrum of engines almost overwhelmed him. He thought they might if he were human still. He tugged his hood over his head, observing closely as racers readied their cars.



Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason had allowed his eyes to scan the area once more, instantly stopping them on a hooded figure not too far away. This figure, was the only one in the crowd that looked like he was trying hard to hide from the world. Strange way to do so, if Jason might say so. The hood made the figure stand out more. Perhaps it was the dark clothing in general. Ah, well, none of that mattered. What mattered was confronting the figure. No, what he should really do is test to see if it was who he was looking for. It'd be rude if he marched up and confronted someone, just for them not to turn out to be the guy he was looking for. But, who else could it be but this figure? Plus, this figure seemed to be staring at the drivers rather closely. Now, he just had to catch the figure in the act of making a bet.

Jason had softly pushed through the crowd, disappearing further into it, but making sure to keep himself hidden and as well blended in as he could with them. Though, he'd imagine he might stand out, due to the fact he was alone, and not talking with anyone, nor was he cheering, shouting or staring at the other drivers: Just the hooded figure. The man in the black.. Hood?

Jason's eyes seemed to stay on the figure, in fear of losing sight of him. If he lost sight of him before he made the bet, that'd be horrible. He stops once he's close enough to listen to anything the figure says to anyone, but remains standing behind a few of the people in the crowd. His heart ached with anticipation, and possible hatred. His heart wasn't sure if he could hate this figure yet, though it surely would if it were the figure he was looking for.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver was well aware of how much he stood out. He didn't mind it. People often approached him, questioning his attire, he would indulge their inquiries and be on his way. Typically that's how it went anyways. But it was also useful in the betting process.

Every race, a spokesmen for the night would go around asking for bets from specific people. He was easier to find that way - as he had more or less become a figure of notoriety in these past few weeks. He knew the owner of the organization, had for a long time.

A smaller boy approached him, short, couldn't be much older than twelve. There were luster pistols on his belt, a long knife hidden in his boot, the boy was armed for a reason. Just in case someone got handsy, it happened a lot. Oliver leaned forward and handed the boy the money, watching him walk off as he shoved his hands into his pockets.



Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason had watched closely, nearly freezing at the sight of the boy. ..What had the world come to, for such a young boy to have to be thickly armed. It had been like this for awhile, but still, the thought, and sight of it, always reminded Jason of how cruel the world was. It was like a slap to the face. And every time, it hurt. Jason furrowed his eyebrows. He had to pull himself together. He quickly takes a step forward, murmuring from behind the figure, though just loud enough for the figure to hear,"..I've been looking for you for a long time, Echo." His voice was cold and steady. Never before has Jason ever talked to someone with such a hateful tone. Jason was normally all smiles, and kind. Someone people would go to if they needed help. He was entirely different towards this figure.

Jason would of pulled a knife on him, but that would of drawn more attention. He eyes the figure over,"..It would be better if we talked somewhere more secluded. An allyway? Or perhaps, you're frightened?" He says, almost threateningly. Indeed, Jason was not the same when angry as he was around the other White Hats. Even the closest to him, such as Iris, had probably never seen him like this. He wanted to keep it that way. As of right now, he wanted to sound threatening. To strike fear into this figure, so that the figure wouldn't make the first attack. Or at least, that's what he had hoped for. One stutter, one shake of a body limb, and he knew this guy would automatically sense fear in him and strike him down.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver heard him and found himself slightly taken aback by the tone that rang in his ears. He glanced at Jason, pulling his hood back, eyes shimmering charcoal and flickering over the man's face. He wore an expression that nestled itself somewhere between perplexed and somewhat amused. Though he couldn't blame Jason for making such a bold, empty threat - Jason didn't know he was a synth. Jason didn't know a single thing about him. And yet he knew more than most.

Oliver had to give him props for that at least.

"A secluded alleyway?" his head slowly tilted and his brows raised, "Or we could converse here in public. Unless you have it in mind to do something unsavory, perhaps not fit for the public eye?" he questioned. He folded his arms over his chest loosely, not moving from his spot. Perhaps he'd phrased that question wrong, but he was always blissfully unaware of how sensual he could be.



Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks lightly, staring down at him. ..Did Jason stutter? No. He was pretty sure his words were quiet but stern. Did his body shake? ..No, he payed a close mind to his body, just to make sure it didn't shake while making the threat. Then how was it this man wasn't scared? ..Why the hell did he have black eyes? He stared quietly in his eyes. Creepy, but strangely.. Beautiful. He snapped out of it, glaring down at him,"Or perhaps I did not want to give away who exactly you are. I do not think it'd be safe for either of us if they heard us talking loudly. Especially upon hearing what it is I'm about to say." Well.. Most of the people would probably be on this guy's side. After all, most here were here to make bets as well.

Jason crosses his arms, staring at him. He still couldn't get over those eyes. How was it they were that color? Perhaps they were just a really dark brown, and the lighting made them look black? It was dim lighting around them. But.. He couldn't even see whites in them. It looked as if he had no eyes at all, and yet, the lights still gave off a reflection in them, as if to point out to Jason that his eyes were indeed still there. He waits for his answer, keeping his gaze stern, only not as threatening, due to the topic his mind was currently on.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver couldn't help but admire the high cheek bones and chiseled jaw line. They were far more pronounced in person than they were on security drones and file pictures. People were always more appealing in person, he found, looks wise. He glanced at the crowd of people before turning and walking off towards the gap between two builds. It was wide, dark and empty. The perfect place to kill someone, he noted.

But Jason was a white hat. They were mostly against unnecessary deaths, they tried to handle things diplomatically, they fought for what they thought was right - and he could respect that at the very least. Once he got a fair distance in, he turned back to face Jason again.

"There are many who would strive desperately to get where you have gotten. It's impressive, the work you've done. I applaud it even. You're certainly more talented than most in that faction of yours." he spoke calmly, leveled and dry.



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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason follows close behind, glancing back to ensure no one was watching and/or following them. Thank goodness they weren't. It's true Jason wasn't going to kill, or even hurt Echo. True, the thought upon first finding him was exactly that, but Jason would never hurt or harm any one in any way. In fact, he often chose to run off rather than fighting Foremen, even. Perhaps that's why he felt so nervous making such a daring threat towards someone so powerful.

Jason had blinked, his head turning to quickly look back at Echo. He was.. Complimenting him? Well.. He knew Grey Hats were sort of in the middle: Not Good, Not Bad, but he never thought the leader of them would ever compliment him, especially for having figured out his location so easily. ..Perhaps Echo was just trying to get inside Jason's head? Try to make Jason let his guard down so that he could strike. Jason never knew what Grey Hats were thinking. With White Hats, they usually did good. With Black Hats, it would be more likely for him to be killed right off the bat. But Grey Hats.. They decided when and if they killed you. It was so frustrating, not knowing what it was they were thinking. What Echo was thinking. His face and voice didn't give off one single emotion that would lead Jason to believe he was safe, or in danger. He stared down at him, crossing his arms. He was a Jack, so naturally, most Jacks were usually only good at collecting people up to join them. But what most didn't know was how well Jason was when it came to hacking and tracking people down as well. It was a skill he didn't use often, and usually only in dire situations. He eyes him,"..We have some people in our faction that are more talented than me, I'm sure.." Was Echo trying to change the topic? Jason wasn't sure. He furrows his eyebrows,"..Making bets on someone's life is dangerous and wrong, you know." He points out bluntly.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver watched Jason closely, studying the expressions he made, however small they were. He was a rather emotive man, clearly filled with a fiery passion. He'd always admired the two factions. However they decided to go about their business, at least they had the drive to keep moving forward, to maintain a cause.

"Perhaps" he replied calmly, slowly moving to fold his arms again as he leaned against the old brick. "But even the most mundane of activities can result in a death. You see, dearest Jason, in this world we are given agency to some extent. A fair degree of control over the choices that we make. But in the end it's our choices that make us. A horse led to water can choose to drink. The bet that I make on whether or not the horse will drink does not effect the outcome. Ultimately the horse will die, perhaps from dehydration, or other natural causes. Point being, an active observer does not sway the direction of the story." He explained, each syllable slipping from his lips at a gentle cadence.


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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason had blinked once more, staring at him. How the hell did he know his name?! How was it he could remain so calm?! ..He truly didn't understand this guy. But.. He was strangely intrigued by him. That much was evident. Jason mumbles,"Yes. Everyone dies. But in situations such as this, there are life choices they can make that may result in them living longer. Then, there are choices such as this, where they choose to throw their lives away. People like you are encouraging them to die for a pointless cause. For the satisfaction of the customer. Everyone in this world is important. They may not feel it, nor have anyone in their life who make it known to them, but who's to say, if they lived longer, they wouldn't meet this special person?" He furrows his brows once more,"..It's like betting on starving children, giving the last piece of meat to the fattest child with the most money, while the other one, clearly in need of it more, starves." He looks back out at the cars and the crowd,"Life is valuable. You only get one life. I do not understand why they choose in the first place to waste it on something as low and pointless as this." He looks back at him,"But what I don't understand more is how people can idly sit by, cheering and paying for one's success, while knowing it may lead to someone's ultimate demise."


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver listened closely, never moving, expression static as he observed the man. He shook his head slowly in disagreement. "You're basing your argument off of the premise that your idea of morality applies to the whole of civilization. Morality is not definedby what is good and what is bad, as both of those are just two sides to one whole. Rather, morality is defined by what works and what doesn't. These are people who have justly decided to put themselves into harm's way. At the end of the day, regardless of those who encouraged the behavior, they ultimately choose their fate. The fault belongs on the man who pulled the trigger, not the one who sold him the gun. Furthermore, this is a point of occupation that contributes to the economy by an intense degree. Take away this source of revenue and you're left with more starving, homeless people waiting to be exploited by a government that has abandoned them. What kind of people are starving people Jason?" He stepped forward and reached in, calmly fixing Jason's jacket collar, as though it were a casual occurrence.

"Desperate people. And desperate people kill to survive. Either way, people die. This is simply an easier, preferable route to the end."


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason tenses up at being touched so casually, though does not move away. "..And you're ok with this? How is it you could have no feelings over all the wrongdoings happening in the world? A few people started acting like animals, and so the government treated everyone like we were animals. Keeping us locked up and under a watchful eye. They're waiting for us to kill each other off. And this game-" He motions to the cars,"Is one of our ways of doing it. People give up too easily. They throw away diamonds to pick up shinier rocks, thinking it'll be better for them, rather than fighting against the people who put him in this situation."

Jason had never spoke to a Grey Hat in person, though he felt he knew this was how the conversation would be. White and Black Hats saw only 2 sides to a coin. The grey hats, somehow found a way to view both sides equally. Jason couldn't understand how or why that could be.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
"Nonsense" he said simply, pulling away and pushing his hands into his pockets, only a few inches from the other. "My emotions have nothing to do with the whole of society. I'd rather the majority prosper, my mentality aims for that ideal because inequality is inevitable, just as mitch as death, prejudice, tragedy. These are all the negatives of civilization that we have come up abhor. And as we calm strive to minimize the amount of them, we can never truly wipe them away. So instead, we opt to find a way in which to keep them as low as possible, the most efficient method is what we should be searching for." He stopped suddenly, furrowing just slightly.

"Jason, you are far better off down here, than those that reside up there. For as little as we have, the agency is unrivaled. We can freely speak our minds, but them? They are the real animals, docile and domesticated, groomed like dogshow breeds. The same freedom that allows us to "kill each other off," is what we utilize to build cybernetic parts that save lives, to open a free market, to live as we please be it in sin or leisure. Do not let your petty, idealized fantasy of what society should be blind you from the reality of the situation - which is that we maintain a culture of crime, but a culture of choice nonetheless"


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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, lightly glancing down a little more before back into his black eyes,"..Who's to say the people here have a choice? Perhaps they feel they don't really have a choice in the matter. Being forced to do something like this to feed themselves, just because the government refuses to help them out." ..Judging from Echo's attire, and the way he spoke, Jason knew Echo knew exactly what it was he was talking about. How he viewed life up there. Perhaps if Jason saw the way the Grey Hats did, he wouldn't be in the White Hats. But he was, and although hating to be compared to other people, Jason was probably exactly like the other White Hats. "The government has a choice to help us, and yet they don't. They'd rather save their money to help those who are 'financially' able to take care of themselves. The people who aren't struggling to get by."


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver stared at him and knew that arguing anymore was futile. Not to mention he wasn't particularly interested in the subject matter of the argument anyways. He just liked the heated debate. He liked how adamant Jason was.

His eyes flickered down to Jason's lips and he knew this had ultimately become a battle over who would have the last word. "... You haven't the slightest idea about any of this, do you?" He near cooed.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason crosses his arms,"Why see the half of both stories when you can choose to see the good half and try helping it grow? People have a choice in almost every situation." He said almost, because there was the acceptance of being forced, or having an illness that made them do what they do. "And how much of this do you know about, exactly? You seem to know more than just some ordinary leader." He mumbles back, keeping his stare steady.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
His gaze was almost challenging now, and though he most certainly hadn't posed any open threat, he had invaded Jason's personal space. "I know enough, Jason Carver. I know more than enough even. And I'm consistently learning more. Though perhaps I don't know about the things that actually matter" he replied, his voice just the slightest bit softer.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, holding a challenging glare, despite his words not sounding challenging at all,"..We have a lot to learn from each other, it would seem." He didn't move away. He could practically feel the man's breath against his own, but he remained unphased. "How is it you know so much? Surely you couldn't of known I'd be here, so you wouldn't of been able to look up my information before hand. Perhaps you're really working for the government?" He accuses, though keeps his tone quiet, making it sound less threatening than the accusation should of been.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver couldn't help but genuinely smirk at that, a smug expression crossing his features. "Wouldn't that so conveniently fit your narrative? That any person who opposes your views is automatically pushed into this neat, tidy little box labeled "bad" right? What a funny little plot twist that would be." He retorted. He was losing track of time. He wouldn't be able to get through the tunnel gate that led to his bunker if he didn't get going - but he wasn't paying any mind to that.


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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, his glare turning into a glare that seemed more confused than he previously was. Was.. Was Echo joking with him? "Oh, so the pretty boy can express such emotions as amusement, I'm astonished." He had lightly smirked as well, ignoring the fact he had called Echo 'pretty'. "Wouldn't that be convenient for you? Work for the government, but be able to keep better tabs on people by working under an alias as the Grey Hat leader."


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver blinked faintly at the nickname, "It would be an interesting turn of events, but no, I am no government official. If that were the case, I could have easily tracked and detained all of you" he said with a small shrug.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, eyeing him. He didnt know why, but he believed him. He swallows softly,"Then.. How is it you know so much about me already?" This conversation just kept getting more confusing as it went on. But one thing was for sure, he definitely wanted to know more about Echo.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver eyed him up and down and looked back off towards the crowds, listening to the engines hum off into the distance. The race had started. "I have access to that sort of thing" he said simply.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, following his gaze lightly. And just like that, things had calmed down between them. Perhaps it was because they were distracted by the cars. Or perhaps, they were coming to some sort of understanding. Jason didn't quite know yet. His dark brown eyes look back at Oliver,"..Does this mean you did research about me beforehand?"


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
The thrum of the engines echoed down the narrow city streets and Oliver took a moment to admire the way the vestiges of their presence remained in the air, a burning rubber scent lingering around them. He shook his head, "No. I didn't need to. These are just things I naturally have access to" he stated bluntly - though vaguely. He was as cryptic as most expected him to be.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason quietly stares down at him. What was with this guy? If he had access to this naturally, then he must be pretty strong. Jason guessed as much, from how he was acting. Still, he was impressed by his skills. But with every question answered, it rose more questions. What was this guys real name? How long has he known about Jason? How exactly did he become so smart? Though, Jason kept his mouth shut, looking back at the cars. He didn't mind the closeness between them, or the distant shouting of the crowd not too far away, or the roaring of the engines. It was new to him, but he already seemed used to it. "..Which one did you bet on?" He asks. He hated that Echo made a bet on someone's life, but he was unsure of what to do with him just yet. He didn't want to kill him. Well, he didn't think he could. Echo seemed really powerful. Jason honestly just wanted to know more about him ..Was that bad? That Jason wished to get to know a Grey Hat better, rather than killing them off or making them face justice? Jason wasn't entirely sure.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
"The one that will win" Oliver replied pointedly. While deaths were common occurrence, he had a feeling that people would be safe tonight. He also had a strong feeling he knew who was going to win. Mostly because he had access to statistics, security footage, conversations and whatnot. Which was probably against the rules - if there were any at all. He figured there weren't.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason looks back down at him. Echo sure was cocky. Not that Jason minded much. It actually made Echo seem adorable, cute, almost. Though he didn't voice this. He looks back at the races, quietly watching them. Surely, Echo couldn't be correct, right? And if he were, perhaps it would just be a coincidence that Echo had bet placed a bet on the winner. However.. Echo seemed to know a lot about Jason. Perhaps Jason shouldn't underestimate him.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver stared at Jason for a moment, observing the way the man struggled to put puzzle pieces together and smirking to himself. He waited a few minutes and sure enough, the car he'd bet on won. It was a plasma series, bright purple with neon blue under LEDs.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks in shock, looking down at Echo,"Is.. That the one you bet on..?" He was dreading the answer. If it was, how was it Echo could of known? What made him so good at his job, and gathering information? Jason never had met someone like Echo before. Perhaps this is what made him Grey Hat Leader.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver glanced back at Jason and took out a small device, watching the credits pile in his personal database. He didn't have a real identity chip, like the others. So he had to make his own and carry it around. "Yes." he said simply, "The one that won" he further accentuated. Perhaps he had a bit of an ego problem...


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks lightly, crossing his arms. Cute indeed. He couldn't help but lightly smirk as he stared down at him. "..I have to say, you are not what I expected. You sure know your stuff.. You make me curious to know more." He finally admits, eyeing him lightly as if his eyes were scanning Echo for any sign of hesitation or emotion.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver raised a brow and pushed the device back into his inner pocket. "You're flattering me now?" he questioned, raising his brows suggestively. There had been a very distinct change in tone between them, he wasn't sure why.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks, softly tapping his chin as he thought,"..I'd call it Complimenting. But you can call it what you want." He tilts his head lightly,"..How often are you usually correct on your guessing game?" He asks, motioning over to the cars again.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver stared at him and wore a quizzical expression, "Those are synonyms, Jason" he pointed out before turning back to the races. They were reading another run through. "... Nine times out of ten." he admitted. His processes weren't always exact. There were too many factors to be taken into account to be one hundred percent accurate.


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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason glances down at him. Yup. Real smooth, Jason. He glances back at the races. So, he wasn't correct all the time. That was at least reassuring. Meant he was still somewhat human. Though.. With eyes like those.. Jason wasn't quite sure. He looks back at him. ..Those eyes he can easily get lost in. They were like the galaxy. Well, minus the stars. More like the void. Empty. Being filled with nothing but darkness that was more deep than the darkness that surrounded them daily as is. And yet, they held some beauty to them. All of which drew Jason in more. Though, he wasn't here for that. How is it they went from arguing, to near complimenting? Well, more like, how did Jason go from those emotions so quickly? Jason just wasn't a hateful kind of guy. Ok, he hated a bunch of shit. He hated the government. He hated those who did evil, such as the Black Hats. And, he was pretty sure he hated the Grey Hats, but.. He wasn't entirely sure he hated the Grey Hats leader. Why was that? The thought caused his chest and stomach to tighten. Perhaps it was due to the fact Jason wasn't sure why he didn't completely loathe this guy.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
"You seem to be struggling with something" Oliver pointed out, breaking the silence that'd fallen between them. It wasn't what he'd call awkward silence - but then again, Oliver wasn't great when it came to gouging what was socially unacceptable enough to be "awkward."


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks lightly, still seeming to be studying him. "..My apologies. No one has intrigued me as much as you do. You're quite hard to read and understand.." He mumbles lowly.


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
Oliver closed his eyes and quietly scorned himself for staying out so long. He'd bet on a few races before this one, he was supposed to have left and gone back to the tunnels a half an hour ago. He'd have to find somewhere to sleep in the city for the night. "I've been told" he added.


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Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason quietly eyes him. It took him some time to reply. Though either way, he seemed unimpressed by Jason's words. Maybe it bothered him? Jason takes a respectful step back, eyeing him,"..Something other than the race on your mind, Echo?"


The Outsider (Whales or Whatever) (davekatislife) | 229 comments Mod
He turned to face him though not completely, raising a brow, "It's a predicament. I lost track of time. My opening for the night closed, I've got to wait until tomorrow for it to open again so that I might go home" he replied, turning back towards the race.


Spadez (or Kadyn) | 55 comments Jason blinks lightly. Did this guy have a night curfew or something? Well, he supposed it couldn't be helped. "..I have a place you can stay, free of charge. That is, if you're willing. It's not far from here."


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