Room 429, Post-Radio

[raspberryturk]

Reno had survived the day, from his training with Ghanima to making plans with Ino, on to Romeo's birthday party and then to do the radio broadcast.

His day wasn't over yet. Oh no.

Smoochy had to die.

[For one!]

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[intraspective]

"Yo," she said in a deliberate mimicry of him, and leaning against his door frame. "Long day, yeah?"

[raspberryturk]

"Busy," Reno agreed. "But I managed to stay sober enough through the broadcast to do my solemn duty in protectin' the world from purple rhinos, so I think we're about set."

He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You got the cards?"

[intraspective]

"Purple rhinos are, after all, a horrible threat to the world. It's our duty to get rid of it." She fished a deck out of her pockets, elastic band wrapped neatly around it. "Check. You all set?"

[raspberryturk]

"I got my lighter and some butane," Reno offered. All the better for torturing the rhino with. "I was thinkin' of burnin' off his horn or somethin'."

It would be fun! Really!

"Whaddaya wanna do with this thing when we killed it good and dead? Hunt down Durden's place, leave it on his doorstep as a gift or somethin'?"

[intraspective]

It would be!

"Ooooh, fire," she said approvingly. "And, ha, I like that. We're like cats leaving him a mouse or something, only we're far more entertaining."

[raspberryturk]

"Playin' with our prey before leavin' it for Mom?" Reno smirked. "We should check and see if anyone left any paint cans by the sidewalk. Smoochy'd look good in blue."

A pause for consideration.

"He'd probably burn better, too."

[intraspective]

Ino considered that.

"...that's true too. I'm not sure how well rhinos burn without any extra aid." It wasn't like she'd ever done this before. "And just like that. Did you hear his comment 'bout if we were ever going to do anything? We totally ought to leave a note saying 'Love you, Mom~' or something."

[raspberryturk]

"This Rhino's for you, Mom." Reno laughed and grinned. "Right, then. We're gonna have to leave the note, now."

He sauntered toward the closet to pull out the massive purple... thing. And he hefted up Smoochy's head and he grinned at it.

"Damn. This is gonna be good."

[intraspective]

"It's going to be awesome. Got a piece of paper handy?" she asked, giggling and tugging a pen out of another pocket. "Might as well write it now so we don't have to come back."

[raspberryturk]

Reno smirked and dropped the head on the floor, going to reach for one of his empty bottles of booze. Jack Daniel's. Good stuff.

He peeled the label off and handed it to Ino.

"I'm in favor of 'Love you, Mom,' myself, zoto."

[intraspective]

"Love you, Mom it is then," she said, snickering as she scrawled that out neatly on the label. Seriously? A booze label? Whatever, it was kind of awesome.

"This is, of course, going to give him a hint 'bout where to start looking, but hey, part of the fun."

[raspberryturk]

"Damn straight. Though I got my doubts I'm the only one on the island who likes a good drink."

A pause.

"Well, maybe I'm the only guy that meets in that place that time that does. But whatever. I'm good with dealin' with consequences, yo."

He set the bottle down and reached for the head again.

"We're gonna have to take this outside if we're gonna burn it."

[intraspective]

"And it's my writing," she noted. "And I've been in his class for three semesters now, so really, I'm a good suspect too. This is worth it though."

Tucking the note into a pocket, and the pen, she glanced at Smoochy. "How about just a little ways into the preserve? Not likely to get many watchers there."

[And, um, yeah--a few pings up, Ino's comment about 'what Tyler said' isn't FH!canon, due to being a complete mistake. It was narrative, and I misread the original thread. Ooops? *facepalms*]

[raspberryturk]

"Preserve sounds like a kickass choice to me," Reno agreed, inspecting the head before chuckling and looking at Ino. "Heads or tails? I ain't carryin' the whole damn rhino out there."

[What she said! Mutual oopses for the win?]

[intraspective]

"But you're so tough and manly," she teased, batting her eyelashes at him.

A beat.

"I'll take heads though, if you insist."

[raspberryturk]

"I can live with bein' tough and manly!" Reno laughed as he tossed the head at Ino before pulling the tail end out of the closet and slinging it over his shoulder. "To the preserve? Lead on!"

[intraspective]

She tucked the head over her shoulder, making a face at it, before laughing.

"Let's go then," Ino said, quickly moving for the door, "and hope we're not seen."

[raspberryturk]

"Stealthy like... stealthy things in the night," Reno agreed, still chuckling to himself as he made his way through the doorway and into the hall. "Or whatever."

And then he shut his mouth until they were outside again. Not being noticed in the dorms, after all, was far easier when one wasn't flapping their mouth all the way down the stairs.

[intraspective]

Ino's favourite place to train was, really, the preserve. It reminded her of home, and she knew a good bit of it well enough to guide through it even in the dark.

Especially since they weren't going that far at all. Just enough so that no one would see them. She paused at a small clearing. "Good enough for you?"

[raspberryturk]

"Perfect," Reno agreed, dumping the costume body on the ground and digging through his pockets for his smokes.

Torturing things was smoking work. Even purple things that were largely constructed out of felt.

"I vote we strap this bugger to a tree and cut his friggin' toes off, first," Reno mused.

It was entirely possible that he missed doing all the dirty work for the Turks.

[intraspective]

And it was perfectly acceptable to do channel dirty work urges onto a hapless costume! Really!

"I vote yes," she said, lifting Smoochy's head up and making a face at it. "I mean, it doesn't need those toes anyway."

[raspberryturk]

Reno, naturally, was going to have to grin as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a kitchen knife that he'd grabbed from the common room prior to returning to his own room.

It was not a pleasant grin, really. But it was certainly a pleased one.

"Kickass. And anyhow, he won't even feel a thing."

[intraspective]

"And he's got no rights," she said, darkly amused by his preparedness, and propping Smoochy against a good sized tree.

[raspberryturk]

It was possibly not a healthy chuckle that came from Reno as he knelt down in front of the rhino. It was certainly a little disturbing, the way he lightly dragged the blade over the toes of the thing, counting them silently in his head.

"See, the trick of properly torturin' someone," he mused aloud, "is to take it slow. Don't rush it. Let 'em adjust and stop screamin' before you get back to it again. Fortunately," and he picked a toe at random and deftly sawed it off with the knife, "Smoochy here ain't got no feelin' in his feet, so I don't gotta get too artsy with this, yo."

[intraspective]

It would have been more disturbing had it been a person, but it wasn't and the danger made her blood race in a way that only Kabuto had managed. Fear, and thrill. She liked danger.

"Torture 101," she said, her grin wide. "Don't think they'd go for it at the school. But then, there's all sorts of schools, aren't there?"