Oh God Oh God We're All Gonna Die? [Completed]

[mother-crapper.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Cid, Roxas, and anyone else who wants to join
Content: Cid and his adopted son Roxas are out getting medicine when Anti attacks.
Setting: The area near Cid's shop.
Time: Saturday Morning
Warnings: Alot of gore, most likely.



Goddamn kids. What did he look like a freakin' babysitter?

Ah-AhCHOO!

Cid glanced down at a sniffling Roxas, who had somehow managed to catch a rather nasty cold since he started working for the pilot four days ago. The old man was unfortunately out of medicine and had to go get some, but Roxas insisted he come along. He'd taken the medicine but it hadn't kicked in yet, and now the two were walking back to the store.

Sighing, Cid put his hand on the boy's shoulder, steadying the young 'uns gait as they continued walking. But as they neared the square that their shop was located, something seemed off.

The streets were usually crowded with people, especially at this hour--while it was early morning, it wasn't an obscene hour... He glanced around, raising an eyebrow as he noticed many of the shops were still marked as closed.

Then he heard the screaming.

He tightened his grip on Roxas's shoulder, pulling him closer and then opening a door to one of the shops. Cid pushed the boy in and stuck his head in the door, whispering fiercely, "Y'keep your skinny ass in here, y'hear? Don't come out until I tell you to, got it?"

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[renoes.livejournal.com]

The big oaf wasn't even of much amusement either, simply mumbling away. "Ah come on, yo, remember last time? It was that chick with the..." And trailed off.

"Rude yo," Reno suddenly huffed, a grimace shot quizzically to his friend, "Did you just let one rip? What the hell is that smell?!"

It had indeed started to smell, like some kind of coppery tint to his senses but it just wasn't clicking what it was. And Rude's gas smelled like all kinds of different things every week anyway - Reno knew, the big guy was often the star winner of their little contests. (Yea, they were both very bored men. Though half the time it was only just Reno coaxing Rude into it for fun, like everything else.)

And then something else caught his attention - which was good, as it brought a brightly amused grin to the red-head's face.

"Oh look yo, a flapping Turkey!" He meant Cid, and gave a snarky laugh at the man's epileptic seizure for their attention.

Finally, today looked like it had gotten better already. And maybe a lead! ...Unless the old fart was actually drunk and thought Reno some hot woman or something.

You never know with weirdos around here, yo.

[incrime.livejournal.com]

Rude looked behind him, scandalized, then at Reno. Since when did he crack one open in public? Reno was the one who was infamous for being charmingly crass - Rude kept his fouler side for drunken Turk outings and for moments of extreme boredom. "Wasn't me!" Rude interjected, almost a bit too defensively for his liking. Thankfully it directed the conversation away from his vested interest ... oh who was he kidding? It was a full-blown crush now - on Tifa Lockheart.

His attention directed to Cid, he raised a brow at both the man and Reno. "Aibou ... I think he's tryin' to tell us somethin'." Unless the old man had finally cracked and was tryin' to fly without onna his airships, someone wavin' like that usually meant something that needed to be addressed. Pronto.