myblueskies: (so mad at you)
Romeo ([personal profile] myblueskies) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-05-23 12:13 pm

Leave your reasoning behind [open]

Characters: Romeo and you!
Setting: Dorm halls, bathrooms and rooms
Format: Either
Summary: People with orange collars may go berserk at any moment Diarmuid and Hei are going to be the ones to stop him, but anyone else is very welcome to hurt him/be hurt by him/run away from him before that.
Warnings: Berserk twelve year old with a knife

Romeo came out of one of the bathrooms carrying the bucket of cleaning supplies. He had almost finished his job for the day and he was glad because then he could go and check that his friends were okay! Bad things were happening again, and people were acting strange and writing on the walls. Romeo had thought about writing something nice, but he knew that sometimes the tower made nice things bad.

And he didn't want to risk it. So he had concentrated on making sure his friends had enough food since the food in the cafeteria was bad again and checking that no one was hurt too much. He hummed as he skipped down the corridor, just one bathroom to go!

A moment later he let out a scream of rage and dropped the bucket, chemicals and water spilled everywhere, pooling round his bare feet but he didn't seem to care as he pulled his makeshift knife from his pocket and ran down the corridor towards the nearest room, towards people.
neverbeamemory: (Failing)

[personal profile] neverbeamemory 2013-05-25 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Sephiroth knew that the next kick could well cave in Romeo's chest and while satisfying it wouldn't do any good.

So instead he chanced to reach down, grab a handful of the boys hair and smack his head back hard against the floor. Hopefully knocking whatever consciousness was left out of the kid.
neverbeamemory: (Dangerous)

[personal profile] neverbeamemory 2013-05-25 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmph."

Afterward, Sephiroth let Romeo's head go like it was nothing but another inconvenience. He stepped back as if to admire his handiwork though really was making sure that he wasn't actually dead. After what seemed an age he was satisfied enough; the boy was still breathing.

Whatever happened between now and when he came to, though, wasn't Sephiroth's concern. He rubbed at the bitten area on his arm; though where the skin had been broken had already closed. It'd be a minor ache for a day maybe.

Then continued on his patrol.