This is war . Destiny Islands . Closed
So that’s where life put him. For a while, he was going to be stuck on yee-olde Destiny islands with the wonderful elders. Amazing anything with them got done with that two-by-four firmly lodged up the ass of those in charge. So, just to instigate the fact they would find reason to give him a ship, or an escort, off the island, why not hang around for a while? Reno thought that was the most sensible thing to do at the moment, so he worked his way to the beach [in plain sight] and looked for something to occupy himself.
Well, there was sand. After a couple tries in building a sand castle the Turk discovered why he always thought destroying things was more fun than creating them. The redhead pretended that his hand was a bulldozer a couple of times, and knocked the makeshift lump of gathered sand over a couple times. That got boring rather quickly. Wasn’t there anything to do around this godforsaken beach?
Instead of anything island-themed, the redhead took out the journal that he loved to neglect. Honestly from those couple of dips in water it was amazing the thing wasn’t broken by now. That’s when he remembered something that had been scribbled in one of the boxes and never posted. “Oh… yeah.” It was the username of that bitchy little SeeD. When he’d come and cleaned up the tavern a little bit, the name had been oh-so professionally swiped as a service charge for the bar. Reno smiled devilishly and poked a couple of keys around the journal.
It was time for a little revenge on that blonde pile of crap.
Well, there was sand. After a couple tries in building a sand castle the Turk discovered why he always thought destroying things was more fun than creating them. The redhead pretended that his hand was a bulldozer a couple of times, and knocked the makeshift lump of gathered sand over a couple times. That got boring rather quickly. Wasn’t there anything to do around this godforsaken beach?
Instead of anything island-themed, the redhead took out the journal that he loved to neglect. Honestly from those couple of dips in water it was amazing the thing wasn’t broken by now. That’s when he remembered something that had been scribbled in one of the boxes and never posted. “Oh… yeah.” It was the username of that bitchy little SeeD. When he’d come and cleaned up the tavern a little bit, the name had been oh-so professionally swiped as a service charge for the bar. Reno smiled devilishly and poked a couple of keys around the journal.
It was time for a little revenge on that blonde pile of crap.