BAAAAAAAW [closed]
Characters: Rolo and TAKANO MY LOVE ♥
Content: Rolo goes to Takano to fix up his hand and baw about his locket. Well, mostly to fix his hand, but there'll be bawing.
Setting: Vicky II Infirmary. I almost typed Sick Bay. Someone needs to stop watching Star trek reruns...
Time: Sometime after this thread
Warnings: Um... lots of whining and inner angst?
Rolo had gone through about two of the five stages of grief: That was, anger for having been so easily defeated by Sync and having his locket taken, and depression at the fact that his locket was taken and he had no idea where the hell Sync was. Oh, he would find Sync eventually, but the very idea that Sync could have thrown his locket overboard by now...
Needless to say, Rolo's room was pretty thoroughly trashed by the time he realized that he had cut his hand against the blade of his knife, actually having left blood splatters all over the place. Though he tried to bandage the wound himself, he just found himself too distracted with the thought of his locket, which was not where it should have been. That is, with him.
So, Rolo was stuck waiting outside of the infirmary, bloodied hand wrapped around a cloth and his knife still in the other. Waiting was rather terrible for him; he was too used to toying with the locket in his hand when he had to wait. In it's place was the switchblade knife, Rolo flipping it open and closed, open and closed...
"Damnit!" he hissed, feeling the blade nick his fingers when he held his hands too close together. What the hell was he doing here, when he should have been looking for Sync?!
Content: Rolo goes to Takano to fix up his hand and baw about his locket. Well, mostly to fix his hand, but there'll be bawing.
Setting: Vicky II Infirmary. I almost typed Sick Bay. Someone needs to stop watching Star trek reruns...
Time: Sometime after this thread
Warnings: Um... lots of whining and inner angst?
Rolo had gone through about two of the five stages of grief: That was, anger for having been so easily defeated by Sync and having his locket taken, and depression at the fact that his locket was taken and he had no idea where the hell Sync was. Oh, he would find Sync eventually, but the very idea that Sync could have thrown his locket overboard by now...
Needless to say, Rolo's room was pretty thoroughly trashed by the time he realized that he had cut his hand against the blade of his knife, actually having left blood splatters all over the place. Though he tried to bandage the wound himself, he just found himself too distracted with the thought of his locket, which was not where it should have been. That is, with him.
So, Rolo was stuck waiting outside of the infirmary, bloodied hand wrapped around a cloth and his knife still in the other. Waiting was rather terrible for him; he was too used to toying with the locket in his hand when he had to wait. In it's place was the switchblade knife, Rolo flipping it open and closed, open and closed...
"Damnit!" he hissed, feeling the blade nick his fingers when he held his hands too close together. What the hell was he doing here, when he should have been looking for Sync?!