INCOMPLETE.
Who: Heine Rammsteiner (albedineity), Rikku (kleptoness).
What: Heine and Rikku blowing shit up. NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY HERE LOL. Yeah, they're in so much trouble. Note: If any of your characters are around the library at this point, I suggest you move them elsewhere, orrrrrrrrr they're gonna get knocked around by the explosion.
Where: The library.
When: FUTURE-DATED, GET. Tonight at 11 PM CST.
Heine wasn't particularly sure where these sorts of ideas came from.
It wasn't even that he had a desire to blow anything up. Not as much as Rikku did, anyway, but. Well, boredom had taken its toll on him, he supposed, and after safely securing Nill in the house where she belonged, he was sliding the canisters of gasoline out the front door of his house as he waited for Rikku to arrive. His clothes were a bit simpler than they normally tended to be. The night air was thick, warm, and he'd discarded his jacket in trade of a simple black tee-shirt that clung to his narrow frame and hung loosely over the belt attached to a pair of extremely tattered jeans. Comfortable, and easy to move in, easy to run in, and that was what really mattered, in the end.
They'd be doing a hell of a lot of running, after all, if everything went according to the half-assed plan he'd scraped together out of nowhere. It wasn't even that complicated, really, and they could do it in less in an hour if they hurried. Set up the bombs, douse the place in gasoline, and then light a match and watch it fucking burn. If they were lucky, everyone would already be asleep, and no one would notice the two light-haired figures dashing through the shadows toward the library with canisters of gasoline clutched to their chests and with pounds of bombs strapped to their shoulders and back.
But that was only if they were lucky.
Either way, Heine figured it'd keep him occupied for long enough to distract him from the burning desire that coiled in the pit of his stomach -- the one that told him to hunt Giovanni the fuck down and rip him into shreds. That could come later. Shit like that could always come later, and the way he saw it, no one used the library, anyway. It wasn't like anyone would miss it, and if someone did have a problem with it bursting into a million little pieces, no one would ever have to know that he or Rikku were the ones responsible for it.
Gloved fingers brushed through strands of white, and he sunk down on top of one of the canisters, red eyes focusing through the blanket of endless black. It was about three minutes 'til.
Rikku would be arriving soon.
What: Heine and Rikku blowing shit up. NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY HERE LOL. Yeah, they're in so much trouble. Note: If any of your characters are around the library at this point, I suggest you move them elsewhere, orrrrrrrrr they're gonna get knocked around by the explosion.
Where: The library.
When: FUTURE-DATED, GET. Tonight at 11 PM CST.
Heine wasn't particularly sure where these sorts of ideas came from.
It wasn't even that he had a desire to blow anything up. Not as much as Rikku did, anyway, but. Well, boredom had taken its toll on him, he supposed, and after safely securing Nill in the house where she belonged, he was sliding the canisters of gasoline out the front door of his house as he waited for Rikku to arrive. His clothes were a bit simpler than they normally tended to be. The night air was thick, warm, and he'd discarded his jacket in trade of a simple black tee-shirt that clung to his narrow frame and hung loosely over the belt attached to a pair of extremely tattered jeans. Comfortable, and easy to move in, easy to run in, and that was what really mattered, in the end.
They'd be doing a hell of a lot of running, after all, if everything went according to the half-assed plan he'd scraped together out of nowhere. It wasn't even that complicated, really, and they could do it in less in an hour if they hurried. Set up the bombs, douse the place in gasoline, and then light a match and watch it fucking burn. If they were lucky, everyone would already be asleep, and no one would notice the two light-haired figures dashing through the shadows toward the library with canisters of gasoline clutched to their chests and with pounds of bombs strapped to their shoulders and back.
But that was only if they were lucky.
Either way, Heine figured it'd keep him occupied for long enough to distract him from the burning desire that coiled in the pit of his stomach -- the one that told him to hunt Giovanni the fuck down and rip him into shreds. That could come later. Shit like that could always come later, and the way he saw it, no one used the library, anyway. It wasn't like anyone would miss it, and if someone did have a problem with it bursting into a million little pieces, no one would ever have to know that he or Rikku were the ones responsible for it.
Gloved fingers brushed through strands of white, and he sunk down on top of one of the canisters, red eyes focusing through the blanket of endless black. It was about three minutes 'til.
Rikku would be arriving soon.