The Not So Scary Door

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Scene Title The Not So Scary Door
Synopsis Kaylee stumbles into Loco's territory and meets their leader.
Date September 11, 2009

Loco Territory, The Rookery


Deep in the Rookery, in one particular area, the Locos' territory, it's dark and creepy this late at night… not that it isn't also creepy in the day. Houses are rundown and baron, creaky doors and gates blow open and shut from the wind, and one barely sees so much as a cat. It's as if one has stepped into a void of reality, an aura of death, the distinct feeling that one is being watched… The Scary Door.

Oh the trouble she'd be in if Adam found out where she was, he'd be furious. Yet, here Kaylee wanders aimlessly. A ball cap on her head, blond hair pulled back through the hole in the back. A dark blue hoodie and dark jeans make her blend somewhat into the shadows. She peers into dark windows and casts glances around the place. If she's nervous it doesn't show, in fact, she has a little smile on her face. What brought her down this part of Staten?

Simply put…. curiosity.

"Are you new?" comes an incredibly close voice, Mortimer, standing right behind her as if he'd been silently stalking all along. He's in his dark grey trenchcoat, neatly fitting jeans, and black boots with a gleeful smile. His composure and smile is like someone who's standing in the middle of his kingdom, without a care in the world. "Women don't typically come here, you're lucky I'm back."

No matter who you are, if someone sneaks up on you, you will jump. That's exactly what Kaylee does. She whips around, her hand coming up, and she stops. There is a smirk that touches her lips and she relaxes a bit. "New? Sorta. Never been in this part of Staten before. Thought I'd take a look see." She eyes him curiously, looking amused. "Why am I lucky?" She asks with an arch of her brow.

"I was gone for a while, dealers and pesky gang members started coming around here. But don't worry, all fixed!" Mortimer laughs, then holds his right hand out for her's, both in black leather gloves. "You can call me Mister Jack, and you are? I mean, besides a beauty more radiant than a thousand cannibalistic fairies. Don't tell the Southern Belle that I said that, she might get jealous and…" He makes a throat cutting motion with his left finger.

Brows lift a bit at the rather happy man, Kaylee studies him with a smirk. Her hand drops to her side, wary of course despite the smile. "Kaylee." She says it slowly and lazily, her eyes narrowing a bit, but then she takes his hand briefly. "Now whether it's nice to meet you has yet to be seen." Her head tilts a bit. "So this is your territory, huh? Not exactly a lively place."

"Our base is a secret, usually people don't know when they're gonna die." Mortimer looks her over, rubbing his chin as if inspecting her for something. "You look plenty alive, no cuts, strange bullet wounds, yup, you're alive! Congratulations. It's lively, you just can't see."

Luckily it's dark, else he'd see that she might be lively, but she's not well. The late hour hides the sickly pallor of her skin. "Obviously…" Kaylee murmurs amused. "So you have a secret base. What are you Dr. Evil? Or maybe Dr No? And what is it about villains being evil doctors or geniuses…" She ponders this for a moment, eyes looking off in the distance. Then they flick back to him. "Are you an evil genius, Mister Jack?" She tries to make the question seem serious, but it's hard when one is smiling.

Mortimer raises his left hand, removes his gloves, then wiggles his very advanced-looking robotic fingers. "Used to be, before I lost my ability." he happily reveals before laughing quite maniacally for the whole baron neighborhood to hear. "Now I guess I'm just evil."

"You don't seem all that evil to me." Kaylee remarks casually, looking all the world amused. Her eyes drop to the hand and she takes a step forward to look before she can stop herself. She's always been the curious sort. "That for real?" She asks with an arch of her brow. "What did your ability use to be to do something like that?"

"I don't know, I could build machines." Mortimer answers, pulling his sleeve up a bit so she can see the complex gears moving around under the openings in the shell. "You know that paper factory? Well, between you and me, so, don't tell any cops," He puts a finger to his lips, though it's quite clear he could care less. "It was really a secret organization that kidnapped Evolved called the Company, and I killed a lot of their agents, then I blew up the factory!" More laughter at the thought, and he starts heading down the street. She might even notice a few cameras here and there, placed in discreet locations.

Curiosity piqued, Kaylee follows along with him. "I've heard of the Company. This guy I know, Adam. He told me about them somewhat. And how the imprisioned him in Level 5." She comments, glancing around. "But that blow up was you? Really?" She eyes him with a smirk. "You don't seem the type. Crazy yeah…"

"I don't really care about this and that, government kidnapping Evolved, serial killers getting their rocks off. I think serial killers are pretty distasteful, and I'd probably shoot someone in the head for calling me one, but to me 'Crime against humanity' and 'Monster everyone wants dead', are just reasons for me to kill people without making anyone angry." She may not know it, but Kaylee is quite possibly the first person Mortimer has said such a thing to, but he clearly doesn't see it as a big deal, it possibly just never crosses his mind to say it outloud… maybe, who knows.

Kaylee's expression is openly amused listening to this wacko, she's like a kid whose found a shiny new toy. "How do you kill people without making anyone angry?" there is a barely hid chuckle to her voice. "Doesn't killing piss people off no matter what?" She arches a brow, clearly not all that disturbed by what he's saying. "I mean… someone is gonna be pissed."

Mortimer seem sto be so comfortable with what he's saying, he either doesn't care or hasn't noticed that she's not freaked out. But it's hard to say what goes on in his head. "Oh, sure, the cops might get a little angry, or pretend they're angry, but if you kill people that everyone wants dead, there's much less of a problem. You kill the killers, the rapists, the abusers, the selfish corporate people that make families starve and fall apart. These are people that many pretend to miss, but really." He shrugs, walking up to one of the row houses and opening an unlocked door.

Mortimer seem sto be so comfortable with what he's saying, he either doesn't care or hasn't noticed that she's not freaked out. But it's hard to say what goes on in his head. "Oh, sure, the cops might get a little angry, or pretend they're angry, but if you kill people that everyone wants dead, there's much less of a problem. You kill the killers, the rapists, the abusers, the selfish corporate people that make families starve and fall apart. These are people that many pretend to miss, but really." He shrugs, walking up to one of the houses and opening an unlocked door.

Ahs softly, "But you forget even they are someones Sons and daughters, mother or fathers… Some one will always be pissed." Kaylee logic there, "No matter who they are… someone cared about them at some point." She pauses as he walks up to one of the houses and gives him a suspicious look. "That your place or something?" She asks curiously, glancing up at the house.

"All these places are my place, my territory. I'm sure the government will take it back eventually, but they'll never have my base, and even if they did, I can always disappear." Mortimer walks into the house, which looks like a fairy normal middle class house, just very very dusty. He claps his hands, which turns the television and lights on, then takes a seat on the dusty couch across from it. "Those people only care because for some reason they value the good part of the person more than the evil part. Take me for example, I dated a cop. She knew I was a killer, but she's in love with this good part of me, she chooses to see me as a good person despite what I do. She may be the reason I have this other me in my head. I don't know psychology too well, but I like to think I know people."

Kaylee leans against the door frame, but doesn't enter the house. She maybe curious, but she isn't stupid. "A cop?" She sounds like she finds it hard to believe. Crossing her arms she watches him on that couch and then shakes her head with a grin. Pushing straight she sighs, "I should get going… My boss isn't a fan of me coming out here as it is."

"A cop." Mortimer repeats, for once not elaborating on any of her questions, suggesting that this is an important and personal question… because murder and terrorism apparently isn't. "I'll see you around, and look out for the Southern Belle, this is her territory now too, and she might not be so nice… she's a sniper."

"Yeeeah…" Kaylee says with a smirk. "I'll keep that in mind." She eyes him for a moment and then chuckles. "You may or may not see me around… My boss get wind of my little trip and I'll be working all shifts at the bar." She steps aways from the door and out of his site, only then does she hunch a bit, arms crossing across her stomach. Last thing, she wanted to do was let the weird man know she wasn't feeling good. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly a couple of times. "Anyhow.. Good luck to you.. Crazy man," she calls her voice a touch strained, but still bright.——

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