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Characters: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletcarnage] & Kanda Yuu [kandescence]
Location: The hallway space on the first floor between rooms G and O.
Rating: PG-13, for language(?)
Time: June 20th, Mid-morning
Description: One new arrival meeting another in passing.
Heine'd had him. He'd fucking had him. And then he had been brought to Shibusen.
To Heine, being a breath away from locking gun and tooth with Giovanni only to be ripped from his own world into another was (aside from being generally really fucking weird) like teasing a starving dog by waving a dripping slab of meat an inch away from it's nose and snatching it away. Anyone who would be surprised that the dog snapped their hand clean off after that was nothing short of an idiot.
It was no secret even to a complete stranger that Heine was in a foul mood: he looked and likely felt like he was not only capable of tearing someone's head off but was all but itching for an excuse to actually do it. He already decided that he needed to get out of the room he'd been allocated and try to rid himself of some of unsatisfied adrenaline buzzing furiously inside him. He didn't care how, either by pacing it off or by getting into some kind of conflict, but he could not stand being cooped up in that state.
His hand rested upon the door handle, yanking it open before taking a heavy step out into the hallway.
Location: The hallway space on the first floor between rooms G and O.
Rating: PG-13, for language(?)
Time: June 20th, Mid-morning
Description: One new arrival meeting another in passing.
Heine'd had him. He'd fucking had him. And then he had been brought to Shibusen.
To Heine, being a breath away from locking gun and tooth with Giovanni only to be ripped from his own world into another was (aside from being generally really fucking weird) like teasing a starving dog by waving a dripping slab of meat an inch away from it's nose and snatching it away. Anyone who would be surprised that the dog snapped their hand clean off after that was nothing short of an idiot.
It was no secret even to a complete stranger that Heine was in a foul mood: he looked and likely felt like he was not only capable of tearing someone's head off but was all but itching for an excuse to actually do it. He already decided that he needed to get out of the room he'd been allocated and try to rid himself of some of unsatisfied adrenaline buzzing furiously inside him. He didn't care how, either by pacing it off or by getting into some kind of conflict, but he could not stand being cooped up in that state.
His hand rested upon the door handle, yanking it open before taking a heavy step out into the hallway.