[In Progress]
Title: The sun goes up and the sun goes down
Characters: Badou, Haine and eventually Reno
Location: Halls/Showers
Rating:R just to be safe, lord knows what's going to happen
Summary: Cerebus got pissed and Haine's freaking out. Badou is concerned to say the least.
Day/Time: Day 43/ In the wee small hours of the morning
Haine. Cerebus that fucking bastard, he'd better not- not whatever the fuck. He'd seen the shit that Haine went through before and yeah it was fucking scary, he was fucking scared. It'd been, well had he ever really interacted with Cerebus? It was to much to remember right now, not with the constant thrumming of Haine into his skull, across his vision, through the back of his mind. He couldn't let fuck, whatever it could be happen and a lot of shit could happen. Haine wasn't infallible, incredibly fucking lucky but not infallible.
Shit, he just had to find him. The halls were silent this early in the morning, silent and nearly eerie. Cig smoldering out of the corner of his mouth and hair still a freaking mess but back in a hasty bun. Fuck he didn't even bother to grab his eyepatch. He wasn't even sure where to find him, not here. This wasn't the apartment or shit it was a fucking nut house and Haine was in it some where and he couldn't find him. Fuck.
He just needed to find him.
Characters: Badou, Haine and eventually Reno
Location: Halls/Showers
Rating:R just to be safe, lord knows what's going to happen
Summary: Cerebus got pissed and Haine's freaking out. Badou is concerned to say the least.
Day/Time: Day 43/ In the wee small hours of the morning
Haine. Cerebus that fucking bastard, he'd better not- not whatever the fuck. He'd seen the shit that Haine went through before and yeah it was fucking scary, he was fucking scared. It'd been, well had he ever really interacted with Cerebus? It was to much to remember right now, not with the constant thrumming of Haine into his skull, across his vision, through the back of his mind. He couldn't let fuck, whatever it could be happen and a lot of shit could happen. Haine wasn't infallible, incredibly fucking lucky but not infallible.
Shit, he just had to find him. The halls were silent this early in the morning, silent and nearly eerie. Cig smoldering out of the corner of his mouth and hair still a freaking mess but back in a hasty bun. Fuck he didn't even bother to grab his eyepatch. He wasn't even sure where to find him, not here. This wasn't the apartment or shit it was a fucking nut house and Haine was in it some where and he couldn't find him. Fuck.
He just needed to find him.