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--New RP--

Jamal had more of less discovered the arcade by accident; he had been wandering the village aimlessly for awhile before noticing the doors that hadn't been accessible before. Of course, his curiousity got the better of him and lo and behold, he had found himself something to do today: playing pool.

He'd been there awhile...maybe an hour or so...and had just started to rack up the pool balls again for a new game. Pool was a nice, mellow thing for a slightly psychopathic tiger man to play. On the whole, Jamal had been pretty laid back. Being AWOL for a length of time tended to do that to him. No drama, no fights, no impulses for murder (aside from the occassional rabbit).

Jamal's ears twitched minutely at the sound of the door opening but he didn't so much as cast a glance over his shoulder. He figured he'd be ignored, no matter who it was, so there was no reason to take his attention from the cue ball.

Even so, he had detected a faintly familiar scent from whomever it was that had just intruded on his game, but it was hard to place. The tiger part of his brain worried about processing that; it smelt...foreign. Like something a tiger had never and SHOULD never smell. The human side of Jamal stuck the end of his tongue out crookedly through his lips and peered critically at the table setup before striking the cueball and messily breaking the once-racked pool balls. It was a poor break, which made him murr in annoyance, but other than that, he seemed indifferent. It was just a game, afterall.

Jamal made a face that was more or less o.- as he hunched over the table again to size up his next move. Oh great. He definately recognized the accent.

"I ain't a ********' indian, Jamal said a snort as he moved the pool stick into position, not even turning to look at Billy. Not yet, anyway. Pool was way more important than a scummy sleezeball. "Yer pretty brave ta come bug me, ya know. I didn't think da docs had injections ta counta'act bein' chicken s**t scared." He didn't raise his tone, but the dark amusement in his voice was clear. Jamal was actually in a good mood today and he'd be damned if this guy was going to ruin it.

Jamal froze momentarily, poised over the pool table with the pool stick still lancing across the table, then slowly turned around to face the octopus man. The pool stick was clenched firmly in his hand, brandished as though it was some sort of fighting staff.

"I had a reason. Antony told me s**t ya did to'er 'n' I promised I'd take care of da problem," he sneered back with a crackle to his voice that mimiced a growl of sorts. "But since she said you two ain't fightin', then I figger I ain't gonna waste my time on you when I got..." He licked the tip of an exposed fang as he gave Billy a up and down look, then continued. "Bigga' fish to fry."

Jamal's lip curled significantly at the blackish material that more or less drooled from the corner of octo-man's mouth. THAT was gross. He was also vaguely disturbed that the man appeared to be some sort of sleight of hand magician. He made a noise in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, the sounded vaguely like a groan, and shook his head smartly for a moment. Ick.

He then opened his eyes and peered icily at Billy, his composure growing focused and also slowly growing standoffish.

"Oh really?" Jamal said condescendingly. "Ya aren't jus' a good lil' crackhead da jus' sits on da side 'n' snorts lines all day? Ya actually against da s**t dat goes on herr?"

"I ain't got no real agenda. What I wanna know is why you 'pparently wanna talk ta me when I tried ta turn you inta cheapass sushi at da lake. Ya know, most peeps avoid me afta I try ta eat 'em!" Jamal slammed the pool stick on the table and crossed his arms defensively, his psuedo-muzzle crinkled to bare a bit more of his fangs.

"I don't wanna fight, but I will if dat's what ya want. I've been fightin' wit' peeps since I GOT on this ********' rock 'n' fo' once, I been able ta relax 'n' get away from da goody-goodies. Peeps been leavin' me alone 'n' I LIKE it. Hell, I ain't even seen Antony in nearly a week. Now ya come in, actin' like ya got somethin' ta say 'n' by all rights ya oughta be like da rest of 'em 'n' keep yo' hide safe...so what's YER agenda?"

The step forwardly hardly sent Jamal scurrying away in intimidation. Jamal looked unimpressed, if anything.

"...wha'?"

It was Jamal's turn to be confused by the thick accent, confusion flitting over his broad features.

"Know what yer sayin?"

He was completely lost.

"...did ya jus' ********' call me a goddamn weenie?!" Jamal looked less confused and more irritated. "I though' ya said ya didn't wanna fight...goddamn, I will tear yo' a** up if ya don't knock off da ********' bullshit. I was chill b'fo you started wit' yo' s**t!"

Obviously this had turned into a really messed up game of telephone because nothing that was coming out of Billy's mouth was translating well. It probably didn't help that they were both getting riled up.