Post by paperflowers on Apr 14, 2011 10:32:23 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"here we go for the hundredth time,
hand grenade pins in every line,
throw them up and let something shine
going out of my effin mind"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
Name’s Reno. Just Reno, yo. You don’t need nothing else but, if you really wanna know, that isn’t my real name. My real name’s dead and buried long ago. There’s no point dragging that back if, even if I could remember what the heck it was! Sad huh? Maybe. If Reno was what the world was gonna call me from now until eternity why bothering remembering the old one? People don’t get that it’s just a word. It means something to others but not to me. It’s just a string of letters. I could call myself ‘Fairy Princess’ and that ain’t going to change me one little bit. Might alter the way people see me though. I hear first impressions are always the ones which count.
No nicknames. Just an alias. I got that when I started training for the Turks, an organisation non-affiliated with Shinra, then we were incorporated entirely into the Company. Of course that was well before my time. Turks have been going for decades, that is, until the Shinra Power Electric Company fell. It wasn’t pretty, yo.
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
My birthday’s classified, though Elena likes to tell me it’s the 31st of October. She’s a real pain sometimes, that one. I like winding her up though! Oh the faces she can pull. Steam, literally, pouring from her ears. It’s the best yo. {14 April}
I’m older than you think I am, let’s just put it at that. I’m not in my teens but I’m not old and middle aged either. {29}
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
Finally. I was wondering when we were going to get to the good stuff! I saw you looking at me before we started all interested. Those nice little glances got me all curious and tingly. Oh, it wasn’t because you were shy but because you thought I didn’t swing that way? *chuckles*. I swing both ways. Some says it’s greed rather than a sexuality but what does he know?
First dates are always the hardest, though I love them. I usually let someone else pick - it allows me to get a feel for their character so I can navigate them better!
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"A thief I guess? Well really I’m a assassin who’s a glorified Body Guard but...I do al sorts. No to the Healing, no to the magics and no the summoning. Does that clear it up? I’m closer to a merc or a warrior than any of those. An assassin. I kill people. I do espionage, theft, cover ups, killings. You scared yet yo?
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Oh I got more talent than that. Just wait until that date and you’ll see pleeeenty of talent. I’ve got so much you’ll be begging for more. I’m sure you beg so prettily too. That kind of thing is freeing you know. It’s fun too. Just let me take you to 7 paradises and then we can talk about talent."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Ppppffft...you serious? You not got ma file there already? Jeee... let’s see here...umm...pffft...5ft 11? 6ft? One or the other.”
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that I won’t find out for myself."
"Well I’ve got the best skin in the world! Everyone’s commented, asking how I keep it so silky smooth. The honest answer is it’s all natural baby. No creams, no lotions or potions touch me. Jealous aren’t ya? Oh come on you know you are. I wouldn’t dream of touching any of that girly shit anyway.
I’m pretty lean. Some say I’ wiry, other’s say skinny, but they don’t know shit. I’m lean. I got a toned muscled body hidden away under these loose suits you know. I worked hard to be all sexy and cool too.
I’ve got green-blue eyes which are kinda oval I guess. My hair is friggin red and no, it is not died. I can prove it too! Here look....”
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I don’t have a personal style. I’m never out this damn suit. I hate the suit but hey, I love it all the same – I love what it represents, not the clothing itself. What I like doesn’t matter anymore. These damn suits are all I wear these days.
I’d love to have some jeans and a normal top though. Maybe some leathers. Whichever. Anything. Just not this suit.”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Reno”
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Of course I look better yo! I’m frickin’ gorgeous man!”
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I love sex. I can give you a thorough demonstration of just how much. Now, no girl or guy is going to swing my attention (much) if I’m on a mission, but when I’ve got some down time there’s no holds barred. I’m all out. I do like to make my partners feel comfortable and pleasurable. I don’t go forcing myself on anyone or anything like that. That’s just low, and I may be many things but I’m certainly not one of those people. Of course, sometimes I do get a little carried away and enthused, and I guess a little pushy but if you’re genuinely unhappy I’ll quit it yo.
Booze. I do love my alcohol. I don’t get drunk unless I’m off the clock. It’s just crazy to get intoxication whilst on duty.
I do love winding people up, but not being wound up myself. The looks on people’s faces as they try to figure me out, not knowing that that was the desire effect is wonderful. They always look so bewildered. They don’t know I do half of it on purpose just to see what expressions they pull, or what they’d do. The rest of the time it’s just me being a crazy assed bugger! I love pulling pranks on everyboy. The nicer ones – where no one is too angry or hurt – are just because I’m bored and I happen to like you. However if I’m bored and I don’t like you...things can get a little nasty yo.
I like it when people underestimate me yo. It makes my life so much simpler and easier. I can do my job much more efficiently when people don’t take me seriously. Suddenly becoming more of a threat, and seeing the look of utter surprise upon their face, as well as the shock is exquisite. They deserve it, the bastards.
However, I don’t like it when people think I’m actually stupid. I’m quite smart thank you, but I play it down dramatically.
I hate being wrong, or losing. I just...I can’t walk away from a challenge or a bet and I have to win and be correct. It’s all about power really and I hate giving it up or having it snatched from under me.
I love my job yo! I love being a Turk (hate the paperwork). Okay I’m slovenly and look a mess but that’s just what i want you to see yo. I adore being a Turk. I like killing people, torturing them, spying, roaming around free... I do not like being injured myself of course. I hate hospitals. They’re creepy and boring and so damn monochrome yo. I hate being still for any length of time. I need to move and be vibrant!
Contrary to popular belief, I do hate mess and dust. I am a neat freak. OK, so the doctor said it was OCD and had some psychobabble explanation for it, whatever, I just have to fix mess alright? I’m not proud of it, just something I have to do."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a habit of ending a lot of my sentences with yo. It’s just a tag on. It generally doesn’t mean any more than ending sentences in ‘man’ or ‘dude’ which I do on occasion too. Sometimes it means ‘you know’ or ‘yeah’ and ‘you know what I mean?’ but usually it’s just a habit.
I am OCD. It’s a mental disorder yo. It’s something the shrink diagnosed. I’m trying to control my environment because I feel out of control or some such crap. I guess that’s my habit, and my secret yo. Not many of the Turks know about it. I tend to keep it quiet. I’m laid back and casual and have a reputation for it too. I don’t wanna be seen as a neat nut yo!
I tap my left shoulder with my EMR when I’m squaring up to someone. I like to give an air of nonchalance, indifference and confidence. I don’t want anyone to think I’m ever concerned about my chances! No way, yo! Reno’s always cool as a cucumber, or I’m raging like a bull yo.
I have a habit of mouthing off at folk too. If you rile people up, they’re more likely to make mistakes. Plus it makes me feel better about any situation and it’s fun!
I dropped the Sector 7 plate. I remember that very clearly. Everyone knows it was Shinra who ordered it, but no one knows it was me. I did it. Someone had to. Don’t go lookin’ at me like that! If I didn’t I’d be dead and they’d just send someone who would. Everyone’s expendable, yo. Everyone. You’re no different either.
I was the one who put Vaseline on Elena’s handles when she was a rookie so she couldn’t get into anything. Drove her mental yo. Best thing is, she complains about it and has no idea it was me dude. I tend to stay away from our own trainees but I couldn’t resist pranking a Turk’s little sis.
Don’t tell anyone yo, but I don’t mind this new Avalanche so much. I actually like a couple of them. They’re not bad, just a bit of a pain and lack a sense of humour. Also I liked the Ancient Chick too. She was real sweet. We all liked her yo. No one wanted to bring that girl in. And I hate killing kids. I’ll do it yo. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.
I...I dont’ remember most of my life...all the years before the Turks...it’s pretty patchy.”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Tseng says I’ve got anger management issues. Ok, so I do anger quite easily. I do know that I’m a hothead and my temper flares with the least bit of provocation but I don’t like being mad. Shocking huh? I’m so good at it too. I just...I just can’t be bothered with it. I’d rather be relaxed and cool than with a raging fire yo. So I calm down pretty quick too, for the most part that is. I’m also quite forgiving yo. I tend to hold grudges for the sake of holding grudges. It’s really got to mean something. I mean, I don’t hate Avalanche, kinda like most of them actually. Heck, I like Cloud despite him really giving a good go at killing me too.
I like to have fun and have a good time. I love guys, girls, booze, and annoying people. Mostly I don’t mean no harm by it. I don’t want to annoy by fellow Turks too much yo! I like pulling pranks and making snarky comments, sleeping and lazing around. I’m not big on paperwork, in fact I hate it to the sun and back but I do love the job.
Um...okay I am a bit lazy, but when it comes to mission I’m all out! Mayhem and destruction are my middle names! I can be sly as a fox too. I really do care about the other Turks, though sometimes I rib them and have this complete apathetic, nonchalant attitude. I couldn’t care less right? About a lot of things sure, but I love them, they are my family.
Life’s not fun if it’s got no risks. I love risks, and change and staring death in the face and surviving. Sure it’s scary, but ain’t that the point?
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"We should totally dye Rufus’s hair blue! What...you scared? Alright then, back to my place and I’ll make it worth your while...”
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing? What kind of dancing? If it’s a nightclub I’m totally there ,but if you mean ballroom or social dancing shit, then you can forget it. No amount of sex is worth that punishment.
You know, the dancing thing is kinda cool...maybe you, me, dancing, a little bit of bubbly to celebrate this new relationship, some gentle touches here and there...then the business yeah?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I don’t know if I had gramps and grans or not. I’m not sure if I ever knew. If I did I either decided I didn’t require that information anymore or the mist took it.
I do know my parents were assholes that deserved a very painful death. My Mother wasn’t so bad I guess and if I had siblings ... I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. You turn your back on your heritage when you become a Turk. A Turk becomes all that your are and all that you ever will be yo. So this question is pointless but I’ll try to give you a few things yo. See? I’m being cooperative.
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Nah. No siblings I don’t think and certainly no pets yo. Can barely look after myself! I hardly eat and I rarely sleep too. Perpetual motion yo!”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
“
I know I lived in Sector 7 Slums for a time. Yeah I know. What kind of bastard blows up their own childhood home, but who says it was that great anyways? I remember Sector 4 too and something to do with above the plate. I guess I may have lived on an upper plate once. A lot of Turks had wealthy backgrounds yo.
Life was hard. It was extremely hard. The Turks saved me. I was starving, thirsty, scrapping an education together when I got involved with this girl. Bitch traded me in for a set of drugs to a major gang Lord and almost got me killed. Everything’s fuzzy until I take out a gang leader and take his place. We were the richest gang around. I was siphoning money from Shinra. Apparently they liked the initiative and took me in. I improved their Security systems too. If a street rat can beat it, what hope do you have? I’m cleverer than most people think...though one too many knocks to the head have damaged more than a few brain cells.
That’s all I got. I can’t remember being 8 years old, or 10. All I got is this fuzzy feeling that I’m missing something pretty big yo. Even the part in Sector 7 is a bit hard to recall. I don’t remember training to be a Turk either. It’s like, one moment I was an average joe, next I’m a Senoir Turk with that Rod guy bugging me at every turn. Then ... I can’t remember the last month...
I guess defeating Avalanche the first time and their ultimate summon was pretty big. I know Tseng shot Verdot and Felicity his missing kid. I was gutted yo. Then there’s Sector 7 which I was not totally comfortable with – way to go for over kill yo, but I do love flashy bombs. Cloud damn well nearly killed me then too. I’ve got a scar from my collar, cross my body and down to my hip. Spent ages in the hospital and was replaced by that rookie Elena. She’s not so bad I guess.
Then...Um...I know this is muddled but I am a bit muddled. I feel like I’m forgetting something big...”
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"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Shit."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Jingles
age. Adult! Oh I wish I wasn’t *cries*
rp experience. 3 years 7 months. Feels just like yesterday.
rules. thundaga
rp sample.Healin; it was the new home for the defunct Turks. Healin was not Shinra Headquarters. Healin was small, cramped and confined. It was a neat little estate tucked away on the edge of Edge near Kalm. There were trees, open space and greenery there. In Shinra the only green Reno had ever clapped eyes on were token little pots of green leafy plants dotted around offices, usually of females. reno was pretty sure his own office had one though how it got there he had no idea. It mysteriously survived a long time despite Reno attempting to kill it with a glare, coffee and never watering it once. It had occurred to him that perhaps it was several different plants, but Reno had a meticulous eye and spotted no difference in the plant. Routinely he had scanned the plant, and his office, for surveillance equipment and had found none hidden away among the leaves. Shinra had been one office or corridor after another, with the occasional lobby thrown in for good measure. It was clinical, sterile and very much professional. Healin had a homely feel to it, was warmer, more open and had a distinct aroma of comfort. Reno guessed it was home now. In all honesty Reno found Healin to be too quiet, to pale and tranquil for his tastes. He was not sufficiently entertained or occupied. Home though, was not really a physical place but wherever the Turks and Shinra happened to be. Reno knew little else but the world revolving around the Company and the mish mash of elite assassins known best as 'The Turks'.
Healin wasn't Reno's favourite place in the world. It represented tranquility, boredom and a total lack of occupation. There was little to do here. Often, Reno felt himself crack inside, with the tension, with the stirring unyielding desire to move and roam. He felt like a caged lion trapped behind bars. A bored Reno tended to be a dangerous one, perhaps slightly less so than one which was becoming increasingly agitated with the lack of action and small play ground. When Shinra was alive Reno had the whole of Midgar to play with - and specifically a couple of sectors too. Midgar was huge with lots of place to hide and cause trouble in without causing too many waves. The height of turk terror was unfortunately over and Reno couldn't go about terrifying the locals just because it made for good entertainment. He couldn't go off on dangerous and exciting missions, or wander down to the rookie levels and mess with their heads, (Reno tended to mess with the army and soldier trainees for fun, rather than the upcoming turks). Reno longed to feel that freedom once more. He wasn't necessarily entirely unhappy with his current situation. He was alive, in one piece and so were the other Turks, and he still had a Shinra member to guard. His stomping grounds had shrunk. It was a necessary part of moving forward but if Reno had his way he wouldn't move forwards at all. Shinra had been perfect, but Avalanche had to go and ruin it all. Avalanche was a pesky thorn, digging deeper and deeper into shinra's side for years before they finally won.
He had bee feeling more melancholy of late, than ansty. However upon passing Tseng's office and glancing in, Reno happened to notice a stray piece of paper, wonky. Now Tseng was a neat man and was by no means sloppy and so Reno thought nothing of it. Walking on Reno made his way to the common area, sat down, fidgeted and stood. it was calling him. He couldn't help it. Not a lot was known about Turks and people assumed Reno was messy in ever aspect of his life because his clothes were always crumpled and creased. Not this Turk. No way. Reno was actually one of the neatest guys you had ever met. The company's psychiatrist had once said it was something to do with implementing a state of control on the world, or projecting his influence or some crap (Reno hadn't been paying much attention). All Reno knew was he was diagnosed with OCD and that he really had to sort out Tseng's office because once he had started he wasn't going to stop until everything was in perfect and neat order. Whatever system Tseng had in place already might not be there when he got back. Tough luck dotman. The compulsion wasn't about to allow him to learn Tseng's idea of orderly. Reno was pretty sure he was supposed to breathe, count to ten and think of happy pretty things! What a load of crap. It didn't work. Reno had tried that already out of mere curiosity. All it did was steep him deeper and further the urge to sort it the hell out and when he did so, he always,always ended up with papercuts. What the hell man?!
After sorting Tseng's office and feeling much better for it, Reno wandered through the cream coloured halls. Life had become simplier since Shinra was destroyed. Missions were less complex, less frequent, less interesting and generally less...everything! There was very little to do around here but guard Rufus Shinra and that wasn't all too interesting either. He didn't want the guy dead or anything since Rufus did give him a lovely pay packet and all, and he may like him - maybe. How had his life come to this? This monotony of black and white stripes, crawling along endlessly into the far reaches of time. Reno could see the lines blurring until every day merged into one as he lived the same routine over and over. How had it come to this? finding a good spot on the roof, Reno lit a rare cigarette and contemplated life, his life, their lives and how they all fit together. Oh, and exactly how he was going to ease the agitation brewing within..
