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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.

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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.

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?"

"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?"

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.

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."

"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."

[ 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. ]

[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?]

[ 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... ]

[He's got Gamzee's new temperament too.

Great.]

Work out some of that 'tude on the video games, Gray. I don't have time for it.

[He rolls back over the bean bag and reaches for a headset, intending to listen to some music.]

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."

Karkat, shitsponge. Not gray. And not the grubfucking cerulean one at that. [ bluh... Karkat does not like blue!Kat at all. ]

And I didn't exactly have the time to be gawked at by some pink monkey, but hey look at that... I didn't ignore you for it. Fascinating and hard to grasp, I know.

[ rolling eyes and looking through said games anyway. not really what he wants to do, but maybe there IS some truth to finding some sort of stress relief. ]

Whatever. You're all fuckin' gray to me.

[Reno could be easily annoyed by this guy if he wasn't in such a mood.

He jammed the headphones on and turned the volume up, some of it leaking through the speakers.]

[ Karkat's eye twitches and he growls.

what he WANTS to do is go over there and yank those headphones off. but he won't.

he'll sit there and brood like the child he is instead. ]

[Sorry Karkat. Reno is HUMMING now. Very LOUDLY and OBNOXIOUSLY.

Yank headphones off?]

[ no...

but how about he throws a video game case at his head instead? ]

"Berries aren't too hard to find... I'll try it out on a test batch and send ya some of the results." He didn't want to talk about anything but booze just yet, even if it was getting to be the only thing between him and- everything, and that it was crashing down on him.

His mouth opened, and he sighed, just before "I'm startin' to wish we could die for real here" popped out. Startled, Sparky stared at the still, still not sure if it had been him or Rusty that said it.

[Reno yanks off the headphones and jumps up, pulling himself up to his full 6 feet, and turns toward Karkat.]

...

[and just stares at him.]

Do you fucking mind? I can't concentrate on reading the backs of these sad excuses for games while you blow air in and out your vocal chords and pass it off as a legitimate sound!

You think you're a real intimidating piece of shit, don't you, kid?

[Reno is not on his best behavior.

In fact, his expression is pretty damn serious.]

Wow. Just how long did it take your synapses to properly piece that together? No shit, I'm intimidating. You just lack the capacity to understand how grave the situation is by my mere presence.

[ back to rolling eyes. because Karkat? well Karkat is serious, but knows when he's just running his mouth. ]

[Reno was going to write that off as bullshitting, but he just smiles grimly and shakes his head.]

You want to prove it?

You want me ripping your face off with my fangs because that's a real thing that can happen...

Not exactly what I had in mind.

[Clearing his throat, he folds his arms and stares at the kid for a moment.]

Show up at training auditions, 0900 on the meadow.

[ see that kind of throws Karkat off guard. have a few slow blinks and an bewildered expression. ]

Say what now?

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sorry. getting action tags DX

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omg these two are the grumpiest XD

birds of a feather

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