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towerofanimus2012-07-07 01:50 pm
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-07 01:50 pm
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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.
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.
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Oh hell, he couldn't say it after all. "Hell, I mean before you wouldn't have noticed as much."
Sigh. "Look, Rod, I'm great. Couldn't be better. It isn't somethin' that's gonna go away just by knockin' around a few heads and definitely not by talkin'."
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"...y'know how, when you're on a mission, and all hell starts breakin' loose, you kinda get that... like, hypersensitivity to everything?" At that, his gaze slid pointedly back to Reno, but he didn't bother completing the thought aloud.
"When I first got here, you said all we could really do is try to keep people sane." He shot Reno a lopsided grin. "I'm just doin' my job, yo, 'cause you're seriously freakin' me out lately." That was a lie, of course; he wasn't just doing his job. Nobody would be able to stand by and watch as the person they admired most fell to pieces without at least trying to help them out, but hell if Rod was actually going to voice all that mushy crap.
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Rod hesitated, worrying his lip as he eyed Reno warily. He really wasn't aiming to piss the older Turk off. "It's just got me worried, okay?"
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He held up a hand, one finger raised. "One, they say 'oh no that's impossible my home, world, planet isn't destroyed where's the evidence.' Two, they say 'I'm gonna find a way out!' Three, they say some bullshit about being angry and gonna smack the Administration down. Four, they spout some bullshit like that guy about it being in our heads we're trapped here." By the end, he had four fingers raised, the fifth one just begging to go with the others.
"Five, none of the fuckers have a goddamned clue."