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[There's a man, dressed in green, wearing a green fleece top with the word "Ambulance" embroidered into the back, who is currently kicking up a fuss with one of the stallkeepers in the fire sector.
And he's not letting the subject go.]
No, you don't fucking get it. [Comes a very irritated tone.] That... [Pointing at a green backpack.] ...Is mine. It even has my fucking name on it. See? [And he jabs his chest, where, sure enough, his name is stitched there in gold; "Stuart Bayldon."
The kedan managing the store continues to make the excuse that it's finders-keepers, and Stuart cuts across him.]
Now, you bloody listen here, alright? I'm not fucking leaving until I've got that Trauma kit back. And I'm not paying for it, before you get any fucking smart ideas. It's mine. It has my name on it. I paid for it myself, because like fuck were they going to replace it themselves, so you can either hand it over, or I start making things very fucking awkward for you, mate.
[In a tone that is certainly meant to cause offence. Not that Stuart really cares. All he wants is his kit back.
He turns back to the stallkeeper.]
You're selling on stolen goods. And dangerous equipment. The medical gases in that kit are extremely fucking flammable, or are you an idiot as well as a fucking thief?
[It is now becoming clear that this Foreigner is grating on the kedan's nerves a bit too much.]
[He so wants to address that tone, there, but there's something a bit more pressing...
The stallkeeper grabbing his collar, threatening all sorts of bodily harm... To which Stuart, despite looking goddamn terrified, actually manages to laugh off.]
Listen, mate. Short of you fucking killing me, you can do what you want and I'll just keep crawling back for more until I get that kit back. I've been through worse on a Saturday night in Leeds city centre.
[ C.C. heaves a sigh, must she do everything, he's as prickly as Lelouch was, especially in those first weeks. Instead, she addresses the shopkeeper. ]
He's horribly contagious, you know. Why else would he be so cranky? You're probably developing a rash as we speak. His possessions are just as bad.
If you don't want to end up with a Foreigner plague, I'd let him and his bag go.
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tushanshu_ooc2015-07-19 06:51 pm
Stuart Bayldon | Sirens UK | Option 1; Fire Sector
And he's not letting the subject go.]
No, you don't fucking get it. [Comes a very irritated tone.] That... [Pointing at a green backpack.] ...Is mine. It even has my fucking name on it. See? [And he jabs his chest, where, sure enough, his name is stitched there in gold; "Stuart Bayldon."
The kedan managing the store continues to make the excuse that it's finders-keepers, and Stuart cuts across him.]
Now, you bloody listen here, alright? I'm not fucking leaving until I've got that Trauma kit back. And I'm not paying for it, before you get any fucking smart ideas. It's mine. It has my name on it. I paid for it myself, because like fuck were they going to replace it themselves, so you can either hand it over, or I start making things very fucking awkward for you, mate.
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You're going about it all wrong.
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No offense, but I didn't fucking ask you.
[In a tone that is certainly meant to cause offence. Not that Stuart really cares. All he wants is his kit back.
He turns back to the stallkeeper.]
You're selling on stolen goods. And dangerous equipment. The medical gases in that kit are extremely fucking flammable, or are you an idiot as well as a fucking thief?
[It is now becoming clear that this Foreigner is grating on the kedan's nerves a bit too much.]
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[ Her tone's completely bored, untroubled by his tone. ]
Still, this is entertaining.
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The stallkeeper grabbing his collar, threatening all sorts of bodily harm... To which Stuart, despite looking goddamn terrified, actually manages to laugh off.]
Listen, mate. Short of you fucking killing me, you can do what you want and I'll just keep crawling back for more until I get that kit back. I've been through worse on a Saturday night in Leeds city centre.
[He smirks.]
Your move.
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He's horribly contagious, you know. Why else would he be so cranky? You're probably developing a rash as we speak. His possessions are just as bad.
If you don't want to end up with a Foreigner plague, I'd let him and his bag go.