Two Turks in a Church

[redor_dead]

WHO: Reno {redor_dead}, Elena {turk_girl}
WHERE: Back of the Church
WHEN: Sometime after waking in the church.
SUMMARY: Reno tries his own brand of comforting.
RATING: PG-13?
WARNINGS: Slightly depressed Elena.
STATUS: In-Progress

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[turk_girl]

During the snow storm, Elena had done nothing but lay curled in a cold, miserable, half hibernation. And now, although there was some warmth, she was in some twisted idea, in the slaughter filled church, reminding her of some of her nightmares. And the fact when she looked outside, she saw the tall buildings and slightly smoggy sky of Midgar, even though she wasn't there, wan't helping.
Hearing the familiar voice, she glanced up to see Reno standing over her.
"Oh... hi Reno..."

[redor_dead]

"Y'okay doll?" Reno asked, taking in the shaking huddled form. She looked like she'd been through the wringer. Memories, he told himself. Man this place probably brought them down like a tonne of bricks on half of them.

He'd already seen Aerith sitting by the alter.

He sank down and sat beside her, openly worried about her. "How ya' been?"

[turk_girl]

She sighed.
"Not good... This place is terrible..."

[redor_dead]

"Yeah," Reno took a glance around, sighing at the state of the place. "Pretty shit."

Another look at Elena told him that it was more than just their surroundings bothering her. Something worse.

"Think we'd find somewhere outside? It can't be worse. Maybe some blankets or some shit somewhere?"