September-October Catch All; light molotovs for the broken youth

[wrenchedup]

WHO: Ranch Wrench (wrenchedup) & you?
WHAT: The never ending rollercoaster of Wrench and his himness.
WHERE: Everywhere!! why limit yourself
WHEN: sept-oct
WARNINGS: will be in headers

Glossary:
1. Wrench returns from the fog & is really sad
2. There's a menace on the streets and its an aging punk losing his absolute shit at some garbage cans

Comments

OPEN {RETURN FROM THE FOG}

[wrenchedup]

[ Wrench doesn't remember when he wandered out and suddenly didn't come back around, or if that was what actually happened, or what happened. He didn't know how long he'd been gone or... Anything, really. He just suddenly appeared, and someone might watch him appear from the fringes of the city looking like he'd just come back from war. Slow, shuffled footsteps.

It didn't look like there was anything actually wrong with him, though. Not physically at least. Just blank. Blank enough that it took a couple of those fumbling steps for the LEDs to kick back in and blink awake and the neutral X's weren't what they showed. For one second the screen flashed red, glitched a bit, then settled on @ _ @

He got about halfway out into a street, not like there was really anything going on in said street and frankly didn't give a shit right now. Halfway out and just stopped, dropped to his knees, and fell over onto his back. Heavily inked tattoos covered the spiked mask for a moment and he screamed before flipping the bird to the sky. ]

Can't believe I'm still fucking here!

[aceslow]

[ From Kim's perspective, he had simply been enjoying - or trying to enjoy; he has a difficult time relaxing in this place - the good weather, perched on a bench with a cooling cup of coffee in a cardboard cup beside him, a folded-over newspaper in one hand and a pen in the other as he mulls over the day's crossword when a strange figure suddenly stumbles through the street with a godawful scream.

It's not pleasant, by any stretch of the imagination. And the fellow's mask is an oddity. But all things considered, he can't blame the man. That's how he feels on a regular basis here, even if it's tucked neatly underneath a calm, neutral facade.

He sets his coffee neatly aside and rises to his feet. ]

...I can't say I disagree. [ He looks past Wrench, where he now knows the boundary of the city lies. Normally, he'd assume that he got turned around like Kim always does, but he's been here long enough that that can't be the case. He's got questions, but he's not sure if the man in front of him is in any state to address them. ]

Where the hell did you come from?

[wrenchedup]

[ How long could he give the middle finger to the sky? Stay tuned to find out. Alright, not that long. His arms flopped to the ground unceremoniously and for a long moment Wrench simply laid there. Tried to calm the whirlwind of emotions and his racing heart. Flickering emoji's portraying just how distressed he was even though he had, body wise, seemed to calm. He's still here. There's nothing he can do about that right now.

Should contact Junpei, Wufei maybe, a couple of others. Names he was having a bit of difficulty remembering right now. The guy he made the Nort(tm) with. That tech person from a bit ago. Heine, see how that guy is. Figure out what he missed. Get back into the rhythm of what small amount of things he could do. ]

Huh? [ Quiet slightly modulated voice piped up when he realized someone was talking. Hang on a minute, let him. Get up. Harder than usual god damn he really needs to work on his core muscles. Jesus Christ. Alright, here he is. Sitting up, sort of. ] Oh, uh. Your guess is as good as mine, man.

[ Wrench sat up a little more, still in the middle of the street, and fumbled around for a pack of smokes. Please don't tell him he's out, please if there is a God (which there isn't)— oh, one more left. Thank fuck. How it... stays in the mask is anyone's guess. ] Usually when I wander past the border I just pop out the other end again but. Not this time, apparently.

[aceslow]

[ That's -- well, that's alarming. It's obvious that Kim finds it so from the set of his jaw, the squaring of his shoulders, his expression more solemn than it is concerned. ]

I once spent an entire day testing just that. [ He'd also had a very public temper tantrum. Compared to Wrench's, it was subdued, but for a man like Kim Kitsuragi, it was of the very same volume. ] I never got through to the other side.

[ To know that he could have is somehow equally as chilling as the idea that he couldn't. ]

What the hell did you see out there? [ Wrench looks bad off enough - well, his body language does; god knows what that whole mask affair is all about - that he feels inclined to silently take his own lighter out from his pocket and hold its flame to the tip of Wrench's cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim evening light. ]

[bemist]

[ Luckily(???), Gebura never really misses a day to go around the whole damn city and keep an eye out for anything or anyone unusual or problematic or Both and she doesn't really actively announce it to anyone, but some people know and that's fine.

Either way, she's present to watch Wrench come zombie-staggering out of apparently nowhere and to watch him kind of deflate angrily. And that's about the time she walks over to stare down at him. ]

I get that, but is here really the spot for that?