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Characters: Ares wars_passion and Cassandra andofthefuture
Date/Time: 10/25, Evening
Location: Montpensier Hotel: 10th Floor
Rating: R?
Warnings: Swearing, Violence
Summary: Madness runs in the family of the reincarnated. The Death of Cassandra.
While the sun was up, or what he assumed was the sun, the ear piercing sound stopped. The silence was a sweet relief to his mind, but his nerves still itched. The man was right. Anteros tried to find out where he was so that he could take him out. His own son turned against him. Ares was sure Agravaine was getting into everyone's head, making Ares look like the bad guy when it was Agravaine who was the asshole. "Not me.. Not me..." Every room he went into had a note left for him telling him what was being said and who needed to be taken out. Passing back and forth, he couldn't sleep while the sunlight blared through the windows, nor could he sleep when it was dark because of that was when the noise returned. It had been several days now without sleep. Deep, dark circles made his eyes look sunk in, while patches of his skin looked red or bruised from irritation.
As soon as the darkness enveloped the hotel once more, he returned to wandering the halls. It had only been a few hours before he heard the quiet sounds of mumbling. The words more distinguishable than the murmuring he heard beneath the screech. "Hello..." A crazed smirk spread across his lips while he held the broken pipe he was using as a weapon behind his back.
Date/Time: 10/25, Evening
Location: Montpensier Hotel: 10th Floor
Rating: R?
Warnings: Swearing, Violence
Summary: Madness runs in the family of the reincarnated. The Death of Cassandra.
While the sun was up, or what he assumed was the sun, the ear piercing sound stopped. The silence was a sweet relief to his mind, but his nerves still itched. The man was right. Anteros tried to find out where he was so that he could take him out. His own son turned against him. Ares was sure Agravaine was getting into everyone's head, making Ares look like the bad guy when it was Agravaine who was the asshole. "Not me.. Not me..." Every room he went into had a note left for him telling him what was being said and who needed to be taken out. Passing back and forth, he couldn't sleep while the sunlight blared through the windows, nor could he sleep when it was dark because of that was when the noise returned. It had been several days now without sleep. Deep, dark circles made his eyes look sunk in, while patches of his skin looked red or bruised from irritation.
As soon as the darkness enveloped the hotel once more, he returned to wandering the halls. It had only been a few hours before he heard the quiet sounds of mumbling. The words more distinguishable than the murmuring he heard beneath the screech. "Hello..." A crazed smirk spread across his lips while he held the broken pipe he was using as a weapon behind his back.