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?"

Comments

[renoes.livejournal.com]

Ah, those words were much better.

Keeping his walk cool and seemingly uncaring, Reno's head was actually screaming to focus and not look around himself suspiciously as if any kind of fucking barbarian clown would jump his ass on the whole Twelve meter walk to his target.

What shit was crazy enough to equip themselves with gigantic juice blender blades and cut the shit up out of people?! No fucking Tropicana out here man, that was just plain sick.

Reaching the shop's door, Reno mentally cursed as his grip seemed rushed and a little too hard, the door unexpectedly swinging open with a little too much speed and a second later, slammed its interior knob against the wall with a loud resonating BAM.

The red-head remained standing stupidly in the door frame for a moment, eyeing the four people inside with a strange rather lost sense of speech as if the door itself robbed it of him.

"Yo..."

Yea, Reno can pretend he intended that all along, and smirked as he regained his senses in cocky confidence, stepping inside in a sluggish uncaring step. "I'll be needing a journal now."

There we go, the bored posture with a slight tilt of his head, one hand holding the Electro rod over his shoulder as the other was held out for the expected device. So Badass.

Except for the door looking about to unhook off its hinges in back of him.


Tropicana is the name brand of tropical fruit juices incase anyone missed that. Their most popular specialty being Orange Juice. XD

[incrime.livejournal.com]

Well, Reno's dashing entrance had almost carefully rearranged his partner's face. The back swing of the door as it bounced off the wall nearly sent it colliding with Rude's nose, the Turk just barely managing to get a hand between it and what would have been a bloody mess. "Naa, watch it, aibou!" Muttering and mumbling as he straightened his shades and his tie, Rude quickly gathered his composure, standing like the utterly cool Turk he was supposed to be.

The look would have been perfect had Rude's bronzed skin not still been that sickening pale shade, the sight of the bodies outside still vividly burned in his mind's eye.