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concoursec2012-09-24 08:37 pm
manslut) wrote in concoursec2012-09-24 08:37 pm
Entry tags:
This Feels Familiar...
Characters: Reno, Grell, and possibly Aerith later on?
Location: In a forest by that lake thing.
Rating: UHHH. Probably R due to violence and Reno being Reno.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: After the incidents of this thread, Reno's absolutely livid and on the hunt to find Grell. It takes a lot to push his buttons, but somehow she found the worst one... the Hojo button.
To say that Reno was livid was the understatement of the century, his blood boiling in a way he hadn't felt since he was back home. No one had managed to get under his skin and hit his buttons this badly on this planet until now, particularly one of his worst buttons. The way Grell had spoke reminded him all too much of the way Hojo handled things, reminding him of all the experiments Hojo had done that he'd seen and ones he'd only heard tales of. Even if he hadn't been able to speak out against the crazed scientist back home, he had a chance now to stop something awful before it got out of control. Before someone innocent got caught up in it and changed into something they didn't want or lost their minds due to their brain fracturing and shutting down from the trauma of the change.
A low snarl managed to slip past his lips as he left his room, bright eyes searching and hunting for the information she'd given him. Red hair, cats, a chocobo. Those things made his life a lot easier on the hunt, really. But after some time he came up empty handed, no one of that description was in Garden that he could tell. He'd searched up and down the school, turning over the training center in the process to make sure he wasn't missing anything. In the process he'd let his anger get a hold of him, putting a particularly noticeable dent in a wall of the quad as well as taking quite a few marks of damage from the monsters in the center. But even with the scrapes, cuts, bruises, and even an open wound or two that caused blood to cake on his arm and face he didn't care. Did not care what-so-ever about the damages, he'd been in worse.
Finally he made his way outside, mag-rod already extended and attached to his left hand. He didn't give a single damn that he wasn't supposed to have it out in the surroundings, this was absolutely necessary. Body posture was nothing short of tense and ready to spring at a single moment's notice, eyes focused and colder than anyone had ever seen from him. The lake seemed like a likely place, but he avoided the majority of it, walking the perimeter between the lake and forest. He'd find her, a Turk never allowed their prey to get away from them.
Location: In a forest by that lake thing.
Rating: UHHH. Probably R due to violence and Reno being Reno.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: After the incidents of this thread, Reno's absolutely livid and on the hunt to find Grell. It takes a lot to push his buttons, but somehow she found the worst one... the Hojo button.
To say that Reno was livid was the understatement of the century, his blood boiling in a way he hadn't felt since he was back home. No one had managed to get under his skin and hit his buttons this badly on this planet until now, particularly one of his worst buttons. The way Grell had spoke reminded him all too much of the way Hojo handled things, reminding him of all the experiments Hojo had done that he'd seen and ones he'd only heard tales of. Even if he hadn't been able to speak out against the crazed scientist back home, he had a chance now to stop something awful before it got out of control. Before someone innocent got caught up in it and changed into something they didn't want or lost their minds due to their brain fracturing and shutting down from the trauma of the change.
A low snarl managed to slip past his lips as he left his room, bright eyes searching and hunting for the information she'd given him. Red hair, cats, a chocobo. Those things made his life a lot easier on the hunt, really. But after some time he came up empty handed, no one of that description was in Garden that he could tell. He'd searched up and down the school, turning over the training center in the process to make sure he wasn't missing anything. In the process he'd let his anger get a hold of him, putting a particularly noticeable dent in a wall of the quad as well as taking quite a few marks of damage from the monsters in the center. But even with the scrapes, cuts, bruises, and even an open wound or two that caused blood to cake on his arm and face he didn't care. Did not care what-so-ever about the damages, he'd been in worse.
Finally he made his way outside, mag-rod already extended and attached to his left hand. He didn't give a single damn that he wasn't supposed to have it out in the surroundings, this was absolutely necessary. Body posture was nothing short of tense and ready to spring at a single moment's notice, eyes focused and colder than anyone had ever seen from him. The lake seemed like a likely place, but he avoided the majority of it, walking the perimeter between the lake and forest. He'd find her, a Turk never allowed their prey to get away from them.