The Edge of the Preserve Nearest Town, Thursday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Reno. Bad week. Hating EVERYTHING. Hitting trees. With an electrified stick.

Because between fire drills and little green deer and pets and being frustrated in so many ways dammit, Reno figured the trees could take the abuse.

If something other than trees wanted to join in on the cathartic 'smacking shit around,' Reno wouldn't be opposed in the least.

[Open wooded area is open!]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was out for a jog. Maybe running would tire him out, stop thinking of things. Stupid goddamn island. To a passerby, it would almost look like he was trying to stomp all over the island. He paused near the edge to catch his breath.

[raspberryturk]

Reno? Still smacking around trees. And maybe, in a fit of vindictive rage, abusing the materia equipped into his stun baton to trap a bunny rabbit in a wee little transparent pyramid. Because he could.

Reno wasn't what people would call nice, when he was in a snit.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack could hear the sound of thwacking things, and decided to investigate. Maybe it'd be something he could take his aggression out on.

"The hell is that?!" Jack saw a rabbit in a...thing. And...Reno. Shit. "Shit."

[raspberryturk]

"Shit?" Reno glanced away from the tree that he was smacking around. And then noted who had shown up. "Oh. Shit."

His stun baton moved to rest against his shoulder, and his lips pulled into a deep scowl. "Whaddaya want, Burton?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"The hell you doing with the rabbit, Red?" Jack's scowl matched Reno's. He took a step forward. "You into animals now?"

[raspberryturk]

At that, Reno had to raise an eyebrow.

"Only people I like get to call me Red, pal. And the rabbit's in there so I don't do somethin' like step on him, you perverted freak." He rolled his eyes and gave his head a shake. "You got a big mouth for the guy standin' here who ain't armed, yo."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"You saying I ain't armed?" Jack said, balling his hands into fists.

Yes. He was quite unarmed against a fellow student who was being trained by someone to be even faster...and who had a cattleprod on steroids.

"You wanna see how unarmed I am?" he asked, softly. Daring.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was out on a run. This meant that, for once, she wasn't wearing a suit. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt might have made it hard to recognize her, except her hair was still rather unique.

Something about little leaping arcs of electricity drew a girl's attention. At least if that girl was Triela.

"Are you winning?" she asked sardonically.

[raspberryturk]

Reno's shoulders were rising and falling a little as he caught his breath, blinking over at the person who had spoke.

Ah. Triela.

"I ain't losin', anyhow," he pointed out, glancing back at the trees. "I think I'm willin' to call it a draw, yo."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"That's something, I guess," Triela shook her head in amusement. "But it's sort of sad that you can't beat a tree... Even a Fandom tree."

[raspberryturk]

"I ain't lookin' to beat it. I'm just out gettin' some exercise."

Because other forms of 'exercise' weren't working, dammit. So he was gonna smack the shit out of some trees.

Did she have a problem with that?

"Either this, or I get in shit for breakin' people's bones. Or bustin' up the equipment at the gym."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Well," Triela pursed her lips thoughtfully, "my offer is still open."

[raspberryturk]

"What, that huntin' down terrorists thing?" Reno eyed her, straightening up and resting his stun baton against his shoulder. "Sounds messy."

Sounded right up his alley, actually. But messy.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela grinned. It wasn't a friendly expression.

"It tends to be."

[withoutverona]

Romeo was coming back from town, and he just watched for a moment.

"That," he said, when Reno seemed to be at a break, "looks like fun."

[raspberryturk]

Reno looked up at Romeo with a grin that had just a bit of an edge to it, catching his breath and shrugging his shoulders.

"It's better'n how most of the week's been goin'," he agreed. "How you doin', Romeo?"

[withoutverona]

"It's our anniversary and we spilled hot coffee all over the bed." A beat. "Not on purpose. While I was in it."

That ... sort of answered that. Romeo picked up a handful of pebbles and started idly throwing them at trees.

[raspberryturk]

Reno cleared his throat and shrugged.

"Tuesday was our anniversary," he shared. "Deer. It was a herd of freakin' deer."

Yep. That about answered that. "Some kinda freakin' epidemic, huh?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo paused in hurling pebbles long enough to look Reno in the eye. "Deer? Where were you?"

[raspberryturk]

...

"Middle of the preserve," Reno replied.

What?

[withoutverona]

Yeah, Romeo was going to be staring for just a little bit. It was February and he was adventurous but ... February. Preserve.

He cleared his throat, bouncing the pebbles absently in one hand.

"I'll, er, beware of the deer if we ever go out there."

You know. When it wasn't 30 degrees.

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

A cute little bunny rabbit sniffled and wiped a tear from his eye. "OUr little boy! He's... *sniffle* He's all grown up!"

[raspberryturk]

Awwww. Cutest bunny ever!

"Yo, boss!" Reno grinned and straightened up, nodding his hello to Max. "How's it goin'?"

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Do you REALIZE," Max asked, "that you're committing extreme acts of random violence against INANIMATE OBJECTS? That not only can't retaliate, but can't even FEEL it, to begin with???"

Max waggled a finger at Reno, and then broke into a grin. "I'm SO PROUD OF YOU!!!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno had to have a good chuckle at that.

"I prefer somethin' that'll hit back," he confessed, "but the trees seemed solid enough, at least there are a few satisfyin' crunches to 'em when I hit 'em right, yo."