[ finished ] in which two cigarettes' lovers unite... and a dog breaks in!
Who: Badou Nails [bulletsforbadou], Nii Jienyi [nonexistentcrow] and Haine Rammsteiner [bulletdogx].
What: Badou needs cigarettes. Nii offers some. Temptation leads the redhead to the abandoned high school, where Nii currently resides in. And Badou leads Haine to the high school
Where: Abandoned High School of DOOM.
When: Just after Badou settles down temporarily in the dojo with Kanda.
Rating: PG15 for now.
Open: Only to Nii Jienyi and Haine Rammsteiner.
If there is something about his current situation that bothers Badou the most (aside from staying in a graveyard, zombies and Kanda’s constant homicidal vibes), it would be his lack of cigarettes. And talking companions. But the first one is the most pressing problem to date. It’s not just that his disturbingly clear head makes him think more than usual - it’s the fact that he finds it harder to curb the urge to paint everything in a pretty shade of red. And he’s pretty sure that Kanda has already picked up on that, judging from the way the bastard has taken on glaring at him whenever they bump into each other. Which happens often enough that those glares are beginning to get to his nerves. Honestly. Is it his fault the place is too small?
The sound of running water shatters the silence inside the dojo and Badou sighs, leaning back against the wall and stretching his legs over the tatami matting. His eye falls on the gleaming black scabbard of Kanda’s sword, light bouncing off polished wood and cool metal. The weapon has been left on a pedestal nailed to the wall, with explicit (multiple) warnings from Kanda on what will happen if Badou were to lay even one finger on it. Badou stares at the closed bathroom door, then to the sword and back to the bathroom. He slowly straightens up and pads toward the pedestal, glancing at the bathroom with every step. Not like the guy has x-ray vision or something. Right? Right.
The sword feels heavier than it looks, and Badou carefully slides the silver blade free from its confine. The blade vibrates slightly upon being fully exposed to the chilling air and Badou tightens his grip on the hilt.
He almost reels forward when harsh, coarse whispers and hums of words and screams and laughter erupt from somewhere at the back of his head. Red creeps into the edge of his vision, tinting the room a crimson hue that has become all too familiar. Badou re-sheathes the sword in an instant, fingers curling around the wooden panelling of the door for support.
Shit.
He needs to get out of here - get out get out get out - before insanity catches up to him. Badou slides the paper door open and slips outside, squinting against the consuming darkness that eternally envelopes the graveyard. Blocks of concrete gleams ominously around him, white ghosts with buried skeletons and the redhead hesitates on the creaking wooden deck. He scrutinises the rolling fog, trying to spot some telltale signs of unwanted ‘visitors’ and the much-warned-about zombies. The huge shadow far across the gravestones-dotted ground catches his attention and Badou grins.
Nii Jienyi. Cigarette Guy.
Badou is already standing in front of the crumbling buildings of a high school (minus encounters with the supernatural and/or the unnatural through his quick sprint across the graveyard) when he realises that he’s still holding onto Kanda’s sword like a lifeline.
… Oh crap. Kanda is so going to murder him.
What: Badou needs cigarettes. Nii offers some. Temptation leads the redhead to the abandoned high school, where Nii currently resides in. And Badou leads Haine to the high school
Where: Abandoned High School of DOOM.
When: Just after Badou settles down temporarily in the dojo with Kanda.
Rating: PG15 for now.
Open: Only to Nii Jienyi and Haine Rammsteiner.
If there is something about his current situation that bothers Badou the most (aside from staying in a graveyard, zombies and Kanda’s constant homicidal vibes), it would be his lack of cigarettes. And talking companions. But the first one is the most pressing problem to date. It’s not just that his disturbingly clear head makes him think more than usual - it’s the fact that he finds it harder to curb the urge to paint everything in a pretty shade of red. And he’s pretty sure that Kanda has already picked up on that, judging from the way the bastard has taken on glaring at him whenever they bump into each other. Which happens often enough that those glares are beginning to get to his nerves. Honestly. Is it his fault the place is too small?
The sound of running water shatters the silence inside the dojo and Badou sighs, leaning back against the wall and stretching his legs over the tatami matting. His eye falls on the gleaming black scabbard of Kanda’s sword, light bouncing off polished wood and cool metal. The weapon has been left on a pedestal nailed to the wall, with explicit (multiple) warnings from Kanda on what will happen if Badou were to lay even one finger on it. Badou stares at the closed bathroom door, then to the sword and back to the bathroom. He slowly straightens up and pads toward the pedestal, glancing at the bathroom with every step. Not like the guy has x-ray vision or something. Right? Right.
The sword feels heavier than it looks, and Badou carefully slides the silver blade free from its confine. The blade vibrates slightly upon being fully exposed to the chilling air and Badou tightens his grip on the hilt.
He almost reels forward when harsh, coarse whispers and hums of words and screams and laughter erupt from somewhere at the back of his head. Red creeps into the edge of his vision, tinting the room a crimson hue that has become all too familiar. Badou re-sheathes the sword in an instant, fingers curling around the wooden panelling of the door for support.
Shit.
He needs to get out of here - get out get out get out - before insanity catches up to him. Badou slides the paper door open and slips outside, squinting against the consuming darkness that eternally envelopes the graveyard. Blocks of concrete gleams ominously around him, white ghosts with buried skeletons and the redhead hesitates on the creaking wooden deck. He scrutinises the rolling fog, trying to spot some telltale signs of unwanted ‘visitors’ and the much-warned-about zombies. The huge shadow far across the gravestones-dotted ground catches his attention and Badou grins.
Nii Jienyi. Cigarette Guy.
Badou is already standing in front of the crumbling buildings of a high school (minus encounters with the supernatural and/or the unnatural through his quick sprint across the graveyard) when he realises that he’s still holding onto Kanda’s sword like a lifeline.
… Oh crap. Kanda is so going to murder him.