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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Unknown location - Shinra's Finest Still: locked to Rusty
Media room- open
Format: Prose, action! Either is fine!
Summary: Reno is being a grumpy guts and starting a downward spiral. Feel free to hit up for new/moar CR!
Warnings: Apologies in advance for grumpy Reno! ALSO, fighting and troll blood. However there may be more warnings eventually for certain threads. Will update.




Media Room, July 7th, open to everyone

He wasn't going to go ANYWHERE today, just sit on this beanbag chair and veg out. He was depressed, and he knew it.

Not even the music was going to help today.

Eyes blinking, he swatted at a shadow that scuttled across the floor, trying to find a suitable darkened corner. Idiot, Reno thought, rolling over on the beanbag so he didn't have to watch it.

Even the monsters were being stupid lately.

Maybe it was just him. Things were just. Ridiculous and hopeless here.

"Fuck the Tower." He spoke aloud, not caring in the least if there was anyone else there. "Fuck it."




Unknown Location, July 6th, locked to Rusty

Continued from here

After taking a trip down to the cafeteria looking for bottles, Reno made good time collecting empty and discarded bottles, giving them a thorough rinse in the kitchen's sink before tucking them into a net bag he had made in the workshop. The still they had set up was well hidden, and Reno didn't want to have to come back to get more.

Once he was done with that, he headed off to their hiding place, only running into a few monsters along the way. Minor distractions, they were easily taken care of.

If only every day was like that, but no, he had to be here in this dump with psychotic idiots in charge with powers they didn't fully know about. On top of that, he was surrounded by even more idiots that played out the same several set of tunes, over and over.

The conversation he had when the network finally came back up kept playing in the back of his head. Times like this, when he was alone, it took over his thoughts.

It pissed him off so much.

They had been so close to gaining control and maybe finding a way out. Reno didn't care about going home anymore. Gaia was dead as far as he was concerned, there was nothing left for him. Just to go somewhere else, where he wasn't at the mercy of sadistic demi-gods, that would be enough.

The more terrifying thing he kept thinking about. He was starting to doubt that they even had existed before they came here.

Reno pushed aside a bush and ducked, sliding into the shallow cave they had made in the small hill on this island. It was well hidden, and barring anyone following him, should stay hidden for a long time. The still looked like it was in good shape, and the newest batch of brew was definitely ready to be bottled from what he smelled.

He settled down and started filling them, taking a sip from time to time, until finally, he just started drinking it outright. Shiva, he had missed alcohol.

Comments

[rookiemyass]

Now, Rod totally had every intention of delivering that ass kicking he'd promised Reno over the network, but once he finally found Reno, the older Turk just looked so... well... sad and pathetic that Rod just didn't have the heart to properly whoop his butt. At least, not right now, anyway; butt whooping would still totally happen at a later date. Yep. Really, it would. For now, though, Rod plopped down gracelessly into the beanbag across from Reno, aiming a halfheartedly unimpressed look in his direction.

"Shiva's tits, Reno, if you're really that mad about me puttin' your name on the list for a blind date, we can probably get 'em to remove it. You don't gotta fuckin' mope about it like a little bitch."

Honestly, even someone as dense as Rod could tell that the source of Reno's current state most likely had nothing to do with the blind date incident, but it was easier to focus on something that wasn't quite so life-and-death as everything else in the tower tended to be.

[midgarhorizon]

For a long moment, Reno didn't reply. Hell, he didn't even acknowledge Rod's presence at first.

It was just when it became long enough for it to be insulting, that Reno shifted and looked at Rod.

"What the fuck did I say about cussing? You're back on the clock. What if Xion showed up- little sweetheart don't need to hear that shit."

He was drawling, a sure sign he was in a mood, but hell he usually dropped all of his manners whenever Rod was around anyway. "And clean up your typing while you're at it."

So maybe that little bitch comment had Reno more irritated than was usual. "How about you really say what's on your mind?"

[rookiemyass]

"Well she ain't here, now is she?!" Rod spluttered, always so indignant when people scold him. "Nothin' wrong with my typin', neither. Don't see why I gotta make it all neat and pretty anyway, not like I'm writin' gods damn reports anymore!"

If Rod were a cat, his hair would be standing on end. Well, okay, Rod's hair already kind of stands on end, but that's not the point. Still, Reno's obvious mood keeps Rod from going into full-on defensive mode. Instead, the corners of his mouth tug down in a frown as he studies Reno, eyes serious with just a hint of worry. Yeah, if he's honest with himself, he's worried about Reno, because something is clearly a little off with the other Turk.

"...sorry." Rod sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. It always felt awkward to actually apologize, but he had only meant to get Reno to focus on something other than whatever it was he was moping about. "I'll try to keep it clean when she's around. But seriously, yo, are you okay?"

[midgarhorizon]

If Reno ever felt the sudden and uncontrollable urge to smoke, it would be now. Lazily, he rolled over and propped his head on his palm. "Rod, since when do you apologize?"

After a slight hesitation, he shook his head. "Sorry... but seriously, slick, does it look like I'm okay? Out of all your experience, does it tell you I'm in a good, okay type mood? I've here four, almost five months. I'm startin' to think there's no way out of this place."

[notontheflowers]

It took a few hours for Rusty to finish reading the journal, and to process the whole thing. It had dreged up more than a few things h'd have rather left at the muddy alcohol infused bottom of his mind. He slid down in to the cave with a smattering of pebbles.

He knew Sparky would be here, because it would be where he would be if he wanted to drink alone. If only because it was the the most convenient place to do it.

"Hey." He smiled a little, plopping down.

[midgarhorizon]

"Hi."

He held out a bottle in way of greeting, not too far gone just yet. It took time bottling and sipping. "What's up?"

Rusty wouldn't be down here without good reason, and he had a feeling it wasn't entirely to drink. "Think the last batch was better, but eh, it's good enough. Been thinking about making mixed stuff, you know? Maybe set up a bar somewhere."

[notontheflowers]

Rusty sighed, taking the offered bottle and only shuddering a little at the mouthful he took."I finished the journal." He commented lightly.

There were so many things to be discussed; that he didn't want to go back any more than he had before, that they'd have to get serious now with getting people better equipped to feal with what the tower threw at them, that he was worried about Sparky.

"Yeah, maybe start infusing fruit in to it or something... spices too. Some sort of variety if we're gonna start offering it to people other than the Turks."

sorry. getting action tags DX

[papshooshing]

[ now freed from moirail duties, Karkat is going to scope out this media room. he hasn't had any real time to look around the Tower yet and reading books will only provide so much stimulation.

frankly, he needs something a little different.

does he care that someone else is here? nope. Karkat might very well mind his own fucking business, looking to see if there's anything REALLY good here for him to swipe. ]

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno sat up and glanced over when he sensed another person in the room.

Another one of those horned gray guys. That reminded him of Gamzee and his mood soured a little bit more.

Another friendship in the dump, but who was counting?]

[papshooshing]

[ don't think he doesn't notice the glance, because he does. and it's irritable. ]

I know that me marching into a room requires some sort of acknowledgement and as much as I fucking appreciate it - sit your nub ass down and mind your own or make some sort of asinine suggestion for me here.

[ like fuck he knows what's floating around in this room... ]

SURPRIIIIISE

[capax_infiniti]

"That's hardly an appropriate thing to say," Xehanort drawled from behind him, hands clasped behind his back in that all-too-familiar pose. "Physical structures are incapable of such acts. I'm sure there are far better ways to express your dissent than crude epithets."

Nort-in-the-box!

[midgarhorizon]

Oh shi- Reno sat up pretty quickly and whirled to face Xehanort. He just blinked for a moment.

"Yeah, but not quite as satisfying to say." Well, it was... "Been a while. Lookin' for a game?"

the box no one would crank to open :(

[capax_infiniti]

"Far be it from me to limit your satisfaction, then," he simply mused, trying not to let the inkling of amusement show.

It had been some time since he'd been able to sit down and play. While he hadn't been as skilled as he was sure most of the other, younger players were, he was certain that what skill he may have developed had atrophied from a lack of use. It seemed one had to play these games constantly in order to stay reasonably capable.

"I could indulge in such a thing for the time being," he said amicably. "Is there anything specific you've found?"

[imperialsun]

Having come in to use the media room to unwind, it was hard to ignore Reno's voice when he started to curse the tower. He made his way to him, his sword on his back and the sub-machine gun slung over his left shoulder.

He gave the other a greeting in the form of a small hand wave.

"Hey. Don't think we ever met before."

[midgarhorizon]

Reno's eyes fixed on the man's sword and machine gun. Sensible precautions roaming around, but leaving them so prominent had the side effect of intimidating people. Still, if it was anything to go by, this guy obviously knew what was he doing.

"Don't think we have. What do you want?"

Okay, he was being a little short, but in his mood he didn't care if someone got offended.

Wow notifs sure suck.

[imperialsun]

Well considering he'd bought both at a grocery store in an alternate world...it was surprising he had such a good grasp on them.

If Naoya was surprised by his tone of voice, it didn't show. After all, he was used to his teammates being snappy and cold in general. Once you'd been with a friend who easily threatened to snap fingers off of demons, bad moods simply flew over his head.

"Nothing. I was here to play a few video games, when I heard you cursing about the tower." The other thing about Naoya is he was truthful by nature and didn't try to sugarcoat.

[servessithis]

Vicente entered the media room, deciding he might as well explore more of the Tower.

So far, he was not impressed with the music. He took a seat on one of the giant bags, next to a redheaded man. The vampire made a soft noise of surprise as he found out just how soft this bag was.

[midgarhorizon]

The movement more than the noise startled Reno, and he looked up to see a rather strange pale man sitting in the beanbag next to him.

"Something wrong?"

[servessithis]

Vicente looked over at the other man and replied, "Other than the softness of this large bag, my problems are my own concern." Truth be told, he was still not completely over Lucien's disappearance.

Media Room

[hero_of_smiles]

Well hi there mister Grumpy Gills. Looks like you need cheering up...or perhaps someone to smack around. Either way, this is the kid you want.

Cross was walking by the media room when he had caught wind of someone talking. Stepping inside, he saw a man lying on a bean bag obviously not looking too happy. Approaching him slowly, Cross slowly peered over the man and the bean bag looking down at him.

"Hey there. You okay? You look like you need to talk."

[midgarhorizon]

Reno crossed his eyes for a moment, then focused on the kid and frowned. "No."

Truth was, he kind of did need to talk, but not to this kid. He had been in the Tower long enough to realize that trust had to be extended a little bit because of the situation, but he still wasn't comfortable doing that for a total stranger. Besides, Rude was busy and he didn't feel like hunting the guy down just to annoy him. He never figured when Rude was going to be receptive or not.

[hero_of_smiles]

Yup, not buying it much.

Cross tilted his head a little as he watched the man before moving around him and sitting on a seat nearby. "Your face says something else."

Commence Media Room Jerkwaddery

[hystericull]

Being discharged from the surgical experiments had left Gamzee terribly shaken. So unbelievably confused, that he hardly knew what to do with himself anymore. If the labyrinth wasn't enough - breaking down, finding out he'd been harboring a thoroughly sadistic urge to brutally murder each and every one of his friends, and then proceeding to do so in a blind rage - they had to steal him away again. Cut him open, skin him alive, place him back on the drugs he'd been trying to quit. Long story short - it had not been a happy several perigrees.

The lanky kid wasn't sure exactly why he'd come to this particular floor - he'd always heard that it cheered his friends up when they were down. It had always been one of the first suggestions when they'd needed some place to meet up or hang out. While high, it seemed like an all right place. It was dark, except for when there were colors on the screen that he could stare at for hours and hours.

Right now, though, it was nothing special. He wasn't even really sure why he was here. He was not nearly high enough for this. The colors weren't as transfixing, and the moving pictures weren't as magical. What really wasn't magical, however, was the slumped-over pile of human that currently stood between Gamzee and the nowhere that he needed to go.

It had been the first time he'd seen Reno since the surgeries. Since before everything went to shit between them. He still had the pink hair to remind him every day of what he'd fucked up. Problem was, he couldn't find a scrap of remorse in him. Maybe he truly didn't feel bad about flying off of his rocker at a person who was only trying to express concern for his sorry ass, or maybe he was just too fried in the fucking thinkpan to process emotions more complex than "hurr" or "sulk".

Whatever the case, all he managed was an irritated grunt in Reno's direction as he bared his fangs a little. This was not an interaction he was looking forward to. Not now. He didn't have enough rage for now. All of the emotions from the kidnappings and experiments he'd been trying to shove down and drug away had left him with this hollowed-out, nonsense of a feeling. He couldn't really do much more than be infinitely apathetic.

[midgarhorizon]

Not this guy again. He was done with him. Oh the Tower wasn't that big and running into each other was inevitable, but he wasn't thrilled it was so soon. And not in the mood he was in, either.

He just glared at the kid and turned the volume up louder.

[hystericull]

Guess what? Gamzee was a brat when he was running on nerves and little else. Without the sopor, he was a lot more prone to staying focused on something - a skill which he chose to exercise at that moment, staying rooted in his spot beside Reno, staring down at the man who was so obviously trying to ignore him. It just made him want to piss him off even more.