http://mother-crapper.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mother-crapper.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-04-18 08:22 pm

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

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?"

[identity profile] incrime.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Rude sighed audibly, shoulders sagging. Scratching briefly at the corner of his eye, the Turk opened his arms slightly in a gesture of peace. "Naa, look Gramps, me an' aibou here don't want any trouble." ...well he didn't, at any rate. Reno was a whole other story. "We just wanna use onna them journal-things to get ahold a' Boss and the President."

He reluctantly withdrew the slim black journal from his suit pocket with two fingers, tipping it so that a fat bead of water escaped from the still-wet insides, running to the corner before dripping onto the ground. "Ours kinda had a ... a lil' accident." Luckily for him the tired glare he cast in Reno's direction was hidden. The question that had been needling his mind escaped, as he idly shook a few more droplets of water off of his defunct journal. "You don't happen t' know what went on out there, eh?" Rude jerked his head out the door. Sure he was an old coot, but what he presumed was the owner of the shop didn't look that senile. ... Then again, he'd been wrong before.