A Day in the Life
Collection of drabbles
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The purpose of these drabbles is to use Reno to show what it means to be a Turk, to work for Shinra, and the relationship the Turks have with other departments/groups (ie. SOLDIER, AVALANCHE, Research, Administration, civilians, etc.). And, of course, to explore what it means to be Reno. heh.
Characters/ideas from Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, Before Crisis, Dirge of Cerberus, and Advent Children are all fair game.
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Standing less than a foot away, Reno stood transfixed as the body before him seized continuously for several moments before going limp, hanging loosely by the restraints fastened to the wall. Thick red blood dripped slowly from the naked figure, dark and unforgiving, spreading from several wounds marked into the flesh, contrasting starkly with the pale skin under the bright florescent lighting.
Reno's eyes were glazed, but his mouth was shut, and he almost forgot to hold his breath, but he didn't. A slow smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, but instead he let a short laugh escape his lips, and smacked his left hand to the wall right beside the downturned face.
"Do it again—just in case." Rude's voice was calm, bored even, coming from behind him near the door.
Reno took the arm of his sleeve—the arm that was holding tight to the slim rod he carried in his right hand—and carelessly wiped it across his mouth, running his gaze up and down the body, a corpse probably—it was giving off a pungent smell that was not unlike the smell of cooked flesh—a fragrance, Reno considered.
Removing his hand from the wall, he scoffed slightly, never taking his eyes off the scorched piece of flesh—piece of shit—"Yeah."
This time he took a step back, putting some distance between himself and the wall.
And it was only eight AM in the morning.
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to be continued.