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Post by LUKE SO on Oct 1, 2013 16:47:13 GMT
While people came to the mall to shop and hang out, Luke normally came here to do what he loved--taking photos. Today was no different as he stood over to the side, back against one of the store windows, taking some shots of the crowd moving about in front of him. He then lowered his camera to check the pictures that he had taken so far. Some were good, some not so much, or at least to him anyways. He would be deleting a bunch later as far as he could tell.
Pulling himself back fully on his feet, he decided that he suddenly wanted something to drink. He had been here for a while so he might as well go to one of his favorite places here and order some hazelnut milk. It was a favorite of his and he got it everything he came here.
Letting his camera drop lightly back to its place against his chest, he made his way to the cafe in the mall that sold his desired treat and once the purchase had been made, he went out, hoping to enjoy it for a while as he walked over to find another interesting section of the mall to take more shots. Well, hoping was the keyword here...He sure did not expected someone to oh so gently collide with him. Why was the guy even running at that speed in the middle of the mall he didn't know. What he did know was that he wanted to grab the person and tell him a few things. Another thing he did know was that the drink in his hands has slipped.
And before he could even reach out a hand to catch his drink, it hit the most luckiest person in the whole world. All contents, ice and heavenly sweet hazelnut milk splashed against fabric. Luke could only stare at the mess that he had accidentally made as his drink soaked into the shirt. Skyblue irises slowly raised themselves to meet autumn colored ones. The camera in his hand was raised next and the clicking of the shutter sounded once, twice, thrice, before it was lowered. "You look lovely, Reno," he said, tone obviously sarcastic despite his straight face. "Stand there for a few seconds and keep that wonderful look on your face so that I can take some shots at a different angle." And so without even an apology, Luke stepped to the side and proceeded to capture this sight with his camera. | WORDS: 000 TAGS: RENO ROSLIN NOTES: i'm sorry, reno- CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by RENO ROSLIN on Oct 15, 2013 21:44:29 GMT
┌ ┐ WAGING MY WARS BEHIND MY FACE AND ABOVE MY THROAT Whoever had the audacity to run from the hot-blooded redhead had to be the smartest fucker around, or even the dumbest; "smartest" because they knew it was better to escape should they risk earning a a flurry of fists to the face;"dumbest" because there was no snowball's chance in hell that Reno would let them leave so easily if they had the silly thought to believe he would.
Pushing tables to the side and eliminating chairs as obstacles by kicking them elsewhere, a string of profanities ("Bastard! Come back here!", "I will fucking murder you!") blasted from the Roslin's throat as he scorched through the shopping center, bi-colored irises glaring at the moving target weaving through throngs of people; some yelped a "watch it!" or a gasp, perhaps something in between (he didn't stay a second long to pay attention), as Reno roughly shoved them away, shrinking the distance between he and the other.
He accelerated into a reachable distance where a tackle would do just about enough to latch onto the nameless guy's legs, and with that in mind, had forced air into his lungs to ready a spring in his knees—until an outlying force delayed his combative act, shoulder colliding with shoulder.
Now, this wouldn't have hindered Reno in any way; he didn't stop when a mall cop demanded for a halt to the cat-and-mouse chase, nor did he stop when harmless passerby had the misfortune of strolling down his path, so surely, he wouldn't have stopped for something as simple as a collision when he had yet to secure his "rat". But as soon as he felt something wet suddenly cling onto his skin from his shirt's infiltrated fabric, crawling downward to paint marks onto his jeans, Reno flinched—the cold fluid against his heated flesh like a burn itself—and swiftly glanced to the area of contamination with a growl of: "Shit!"
"You..." Eyes flickered, however, instantly faltered upon meeting the eyes of not a person, but instead, the flashes of a camera. Teeth clenched, the clicks of the image-capturing device itching his ears, Reno immediately clapped a hand over the contraption's lens, locking his fingers onto its boxy surface, "Luke! Get your stupid camera out of my face, unless you wanna go down with it!" he threatened with the crinkle of his nose, pulling the small machine down slightly and away from his visage to fix an agitated stare at the person behind it; he kept a firm hold onto the camera, regardless of the other's attachment to it as a testament to his warning.
"What are you gonna do about this, huh?!" Reno cast his attention to his ruined clothes, brows furrowing once they returned to the dull orbs of his childhood companion; but most of all—what the fuck was he supposed to do with that fucker he was hunting down? Damn it, Luke! "And why don't you wipe that look off your damn mug, 'cause I'm this close to doing it for you!" Releasing his grip onto the camera, the fiery red-topped male cuffed his hand onto the sky-haired youth's wrist, tugging him forward, mere inches between, as a hint to how close his irascible patience—if any—was to boiling over.
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Post by LUKE SO on Oct 23, 2013 5:04:32 GMT
Only two other shots were taken before a large weight and forced was put on his camera, pushing it down and away from his face. He merely blinked at Reno's opened threat. Not that he wasn't expecting it. If his childhood friend were to stand there and let him take photos of him in this state then Luke would have definitely concluded that there was something immensely wrong with him today. But still...His eyes traveled down to the fingers that had his camera in a tight clutch. "If it goes down then you're paying for a new one regardless of the fact that you're broke."
Luke's attention shifted with Reno's to the soaked clothes. "Wait for you to buy me a new one." Of course that was not the answer the redhead was looking for since he was obviously referring to his ruined piece of fabric and not the drink that Luke only took three sips out of before it became one with Reno's shirt.
He felt strong fingers and the palm of a hand wrap around his small wrist, suddenly tugging him forward. His camera fell from his grasp and collided against its usual resting place - his chest - where it once again proceeded to stay, dangling from the strap around his neck.
Pastel blue eyes lifted to meet heterochromatic ones. A seemingly innocent blink was followed by a seemingly innocent lift of a finger to point at his own face. "Please clarify as to what kind of look you are referring to. I do not understand." If it's someone who should be wiping the look of their face then it's Reno, not him. Did the guy know how many people he scared off with that terrifying look that he had on ninety percent of the time? He wondered how many children broke down crying on the spot or ran home only to have nightmares about a grumpy and scary redhead monster chasing them in their sleep. | WORDS: 000 TAGS: RENO ROSLIN NOTES: i'm sorry, reno- CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by RENO ROSLIN on Nov 23, 2013 19:42:36 GMT
| | ❝ WAGING MY WARS ABOVE MY THROAT AND BEHIND MY FACE Most would agree that nice was a term furthest from Reno. So was considerate, sensitive, friendly, welcoming—the list went on with adjectives he was not.
Try to be a little warmer, some would suggest; smile more, others would advise; but his lips would merely bend into a scowl because there was no way, absolutely no way, he would force himself to be a little softer for the sake of appearing approachable. What benefit was there in that? Playing nice was more suited for people like Konrad and Hunter with the impossible patience they possessed, their disgusting tendency to be good to even the foulest of characters. Characters like him. How they even developed such a tolerance had been a subject of wonder with the nineteen year-old when all he saw in the world was red, no other flicker of color; a dark red in hate, a bloody red in violence, a bright, flashing red in vengeance. What did they see that he didn't? They couldn't possibly have seen daisies and roses, sunshine and sparkles, beneath their facade, right? Being unnaturally optimistic about life...
The sliver of skin beneath his right ocular twitched as his mismatched irises remained anchored on the pale crystals embedded in Luke's eyes; this was the part where Konrad or some other sensible person would urge him to let go, that whatever he was itching to do wasn't worth the problems that would ensue afterwards.
Take a deep breath and calm down, he imagined they would say, but they were neither here nor there, and he couldn't care less about the consequences when all he wanted in the present was to smash everything to pieces, for the heat in his veins to sear and burn through everything he touched. Hand, rigid in its hold around Luke's slender wrist, retained its cuffed prey inches away from the digital gadget suspended around the younger boy's neck as the other appendage suddenly, and aggressively, yanked the device over its owner's head. Several paychecks would have to be invested into buying a new replacement for the camera, he knew, but he didn't doubt his actions for a second when he felt every penny and dollar would be worth answering the flare of desire to break stuff.
Object in possession, somewhat warm from recent use, Reno shoved the shorter lad away and lifted the device into the air, "You'll understand what look I'm talking about when I do this!" And then he threw it down to the ground, quick to thrust several harsh stomps on it.
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Post by LUKE SO on Jan 18, 2014 8:47:29 GMT
Being someone who knew Reno since they were little, Luke knew exactly what made Reno ticked. Which was pretty much almost everything. He didn't even have to try. He just consistently pushed his red-headed friend's buttons naturally. Many people wonder how on earth he and Reno remained friends for years. He himself couldn't even answer that. When he first met Reno, he didn't like the guy's face and vice-vera. Sure, the guy helped him from a group of bullies, but there was just something about this guy that brushed Luke the wrong way and so a cocky response left his mouth instead of an appropriate word of thanks.
And yet, despite all their fights and banters and threats to each other, here they were still standing as friends.
Though that might change in the very next second.
Knowing that Reno had a violent temper never fazed Luke. He was never afraid of his friend lashing out on him physically. However, today, he wasn't prepared for Reno to do this. He never expected Reno to aggressively lift his camera over his head, push him away and throw his prized possession down on the floor with a loud, terrifying shatter. Next thing Luke saw after regaining his balance was Reno stomping his camera, ending it's life with one crack after another.
Coming to his senses, Luke forcefully shoved Reno away from his camera before lower himself onto his knees to take a closer look at what was left of his possession. Lens cracked, small pieces of the outer surface fell from the body as he lifted it - there was no way it was going to work. He tried to start it up. Nothing at all. Not a signal light that indicated life shone.
Reno, you...
Ejecting the memory card from the device, he slipped it into the pocket of his jeans before angrily chucking the remains of the camera he had for the past two years in Reno's direction, hoping that he would hit the red-head somewhere where it would hurt. Preferably right in his face.
Giving Reno a final glare of anger and hurt, Luke left him there without another word. | WORDS: 000 TAGS: RENO ROSLIN NOTES: took me ages to get to this but call this thread done! first and shortest non-event thread that we've finished, lol CREDIT: LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 13:52:25 GMT
GOOD JOB! Snow and Ayu each receive 4 nectar for completing a thread. |
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