Comments | kh_resistance: Makou be damned, I'll own your asses...

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Makou be damned, I'll own your asses...

Apr 21, 2006 22:42

Setting: Traverse Town
Characters: Rufus, the Turks, and potentially the heroes gang (Leon, Aerith, Yuffie, and Cid)
Status: OPEN WOOO!

( The heir to the throne in the kingdom of hell. )

the_turks, tseng, reno, rufus_shinra, traverse_town, rude, elena

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Meanwhile, with the Disaster Twins strong_silent_1 May 14 2006, 17:22:06 UTC

Rude ran his thumb along the ripped add, smearing the print due to the wetness in the air. His head pounded, though he recalled, briefly, that he and Reno were behind their favorite bar.

There was a reason they'd gone out drinking like that. A good reason, not the usual reason, like "Reno can't find his socks" or "Rude broke a pair of glasses". No, this was a good reason. Rude looked around before removing his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes. After replacing them, he ran that same hand over his bald head.

Oh yes… that was why.

Then he recalled that they were going to be evicted from their apartment if they didn't get jobs. Apparently the landlord had finally located people large enough to handle Rude.

Damnit all. They had MONTHS of back rent, too. He swung out then, bashing his smaller friend in the chest. It was a wordless way to tell the red head to wake up.

Are those a pair of sunglasses in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? :3 redhead_radical May 14 2006, 22:53:43 UTC

Reno snorted, coughing once from the revitalizing blow to the chest. He used the bottom of his shoe to shove off the wall so he could stand at Rude's side. That brick wall was mighty comfy, but he'd shape up. ...Just this once!

"Wha?" Reno...sort of asked, rubbing one side of his face. His posture slackened, making his already short height compared to Rude drop another three inches. The sunglasses he wore at the top of his forehead fell down onto the bridge of his nose; he stubbornly pushed them back up. "Oh man, I thought I was dreaming..."

Dreaming that they had to get jobs. Or maybe...maybe it was just some prank. Like, APRIL FOOL'S, Reno! Hahaha!

"Do we have to?" Reno said, crinkling his nose up slightly. He looked up at Rude through disorderly bangs. "I can pick-pocket the next person I see. I swear I won't try any old ladies this time." The old hags had mace.

I wear my sunglasses at night so I can watch you weave then breath your story lines. strong_silent_1 May 14 2006, 23:11:51 UTC

From behind his dark glasses, Rude nodded his head in a serious, mournful manner. Though from an onlooker, he could just be popping a crick, to Reno, the gesture said far more.

He thrust the slightly smudged add in front of Reno's nose, knowing that the red head would otherwise never see it.

Happy workers--! I love my job, he loves his job, pull that leever... redhead_radical May 14 2006, 23:29:17 UTC

Reno pursed his lips, tilting his head back slightly from the sudden assault on his field of vision. "Okay, okay," he sighed, "let's get this over with."

He closed his eyes, lifted his hand, waved his pointed index finger around, and promptly placed the tip down on some random spot on the newspaper. With dread he opened his eyelids a crack...only to find he somehow stopped on an ad looking for a house maid.

Unable to resist, Reno cracked a sarcastic smile. "I know you'd look so good in a frilly French maid's outfit, but we're not gonna take it. No, no, don't try and convince me otherwise."

Reno repeated his "masterful-job-picking-technique" and this time came up with something remotely successful.

"ShinRa?" He thought outloud, peering at the ink he smudged with his finger. He shoved the paper back towards Rude's face. "You read. My brain hurts."

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Rufus was looking to hire entertainment too, payment in booze blonde_politics May 19 2006, 01:59:36 UTC

Standing from the spot where he'd been sitting on the floor next to the dog, Rufus sighed heavily and went to the vast cabinet of alcohol. The blonde hair and blue eyes weren't the boy ShinRa's only genetic inheritance, a lovely drinking problem came with it. He wasn't yet to borrowing Daddy's dialysis machine, but he wouldn't be surprised if he would when 40 came around.

A tumbler glass full of scotch, and the second-in-command of Traverse was by the window, sipping away. Watching the drizzle that still lightly fell over his city, he wondered if he'd ever get a response to his advertisement. Weeks ago, he'd posted an order for a group of assistants. If nothing else, employees to keep him sane.