We walk alone to the edge of insanity
WHO: Kiryu & OPEN
WHERE: some junkyard somewhere
WHEN: Sunday night 10/10
WARNINGS: will edit if it becomes relevant
SUMMARY: Kiryu throwing a fit. With him, that can be pretty dangerous. Lots of fire involved.
FORMAT: Prose at first. you can do what you want.
He'd finally reached the point where he'd just have enough. Starscream and Soundwave still weren't back, and probably wouldn't be, Yuusei was still quiet, and he still felt an uncomfortable stab of guilt when he hung out with Alastair. And the Major was gone. Just like Cavil. Bastard.
For a couple hours, it was enough to just ride his bike around town, weaving dangerously around everything else on the streets and definitely driving faster than the limit. Much faster. The adrenaline rush felt amazing after this whole crappy month.
But the rush couldn't last forever, and around nightfall he grew tired of just riding around. That got boring after a while when there was no one to ride around with. He finally just pulled over into a junkyard and parked his bike where it wouldn't be too noticeable. And he made sure he could still see it, even while he wandered away a bit.
Once he felt he was far enough away that it wouldn't get damaged, he screamed and started shooting streams of fire at the junk pile in front of him. And the junk pile behind him. The more he could catch on fire the better. He relished the heat and the sound and the destruction. If he couldn't hurt the people he wanted to, he could at least hurt something.
WHERE: some junkyard somewhere
WHEN: Sunday night 10/10
WARNINGS: will edit if it becomes relevant
SUMMARY: Kiryu throwing a fit. With him, that can be pretty dangerous. Lots of fire involved.
FORMAT: Prose at first. you can do what you want.
He'd finally reached the point where he'd just have enough. Starscream and Soundwave still weren't back, and probably wouldn't be, Yuusei was still quiet, and he still felt an uncomfortable stab of guilt when he hung out with Alastair. And the Major was gone. Just like Cavil. Bastard.
For a couple hours, it was enough to just ride his bike around town, weaving dangerously around everything else on the streets and definitely driving faster than the limit. Much faster. The adrenaline rush felt amazing after this whole crappy month.
But the rush couldn't last forever, and around nightfall he grew tired of just riding around. That got boring after a while when there was no one to ride around with. He finally just pulled over into a junkyard and parked his bike where it wouldn't be too noticeable. And he made sure he could still see it, even while he wandered away a bit.
Once he felt he was far enough away that it wouldn't get damaged, he screamed and started shooting streams of fire at the junk pile in front of him. And the junk pile behind him. The more he could catch on fire the better. He relished the heat and the sound and the destruction. If he couldn't hurt the people he wanted to, he could at least hurt something.