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welcometotheughbackup2008-08-31 05:16 pm
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Who: Rufus and his cell mate~!
What: Coming back to find someone in his room [ Complete. ]
Where: Their cell?
When: When he wanders back.
Why: Because.
He had been below the radar, he had managed to stay out of the sight of everyone and he had found that Reno was here aswell. Without fail he had someone to protect him if he ever really needed it. So far he had even managed to Shower without problems, such as this time.
Rufus took his time getting back, steping at the required pace but never above it, he even had his eyes closed slightly as he walked. Perhaps he was getting too comfortable. The moment the 'president' walked into his cell and herd other movement he tensed up and looked around.
Right, it was about time they gave him a cell mate, A bit annoying but it had to be done.
"What's your name?"
Sono tensed up and looked at the man who'd entered the cell, considering his answer. Simpler the better."Sono. You?"
"Rufus ShinRa" Another simple response asd he manuvered himself to his bunk, towel trying his hair slowly with a yawn. He loved being clean. "New?"
"Yeah..." The answer lingered. Things weren't awkward but the situation seemed surreal for Sono. "How about you?"
"I've been here for a while. Managed to stay out of sight." He says simply, stretching out and relaxing. The boy was deffinately not a threat.
Sono almost jumped at the idea of being able to 'stay out of sight'. "How? What did you do? Or didn't do? Or...what?" the peroxide blonde asks in a rambling, nervous way. He didn't expect to have even this extent of a conversation with his cellmate. He expected to get the crap beaten out of him.
"I as the president of a company with alot of bad publicity, I apparently killed alot of people by neglect...And I've shot a few people." He yawns, curling under his blanket. "And as for staying out of sight. I don't leave my cell except for when I'm needed to."
The awe of being able to keep safe had worn off. Sono wasn't sure whether this was a bad time to talk. The other man seems uneager to socialise. He wriggles under his blanket, where he'd been so far, and yawns. "Okay...well, I'll keep that in mind." he says, ruffling his hair.
Rufus wasn't really a sociable person, mainly because he was in prision and socializing was one thing that lead to alot of others. "Good, You're rooming with me I don't want you crying or stinking up the room with blood."
"You're not exactly a happy-go-lucky kinda guy, are ya?" The comment escaped before Sono had chance to think. This seemed to be a habit of his.
"Not really. I had a bad life, spite the money and power." He mumbles, not taking offence to the comment. "And you. You're terrified."
"What do you expect from me? For me to run around like I'm used to being called a murderer? Yeah...I'm terrified." He replies, looking at the inside of his eyelids. It was the first time he'd called himself a murderer.
He rolls his eyes. "You're stuck here, Sono. Get used to being called what you are. You're a murderer and more than likely to become a bitch."
"I've had more than enough trouble with guys that way...and I don't mean relationship-wise. I'm not going to give in to being someone's bitch. I'd rather be killed." Sono says, barely concentrating on the idiotic comments he made. He sighs and fidgets awkwardly in his bunk.
"Then they'll kill you." He says slowly, stretching his arms over his head and tugging at the bed post.
"Fine." he grumbles. His childishness was apparent and he knew he was going to get on Rufus's nerves. "Besides, it's not like there's anything to live for down here." He says, opening his eyes to look across the cell.
"There are some good people, and amazing Lawyers." He says simply, intent on napping. "If you give up then you're dead. if you try I'm sure you could get out."
"Sure. For a man with money. Like you." the young man says, pulling his blanket up to his chin and turning to face the wall. Sono seriously thought this guy must be either an optimist or a sarcastic bastard. Either way, he didn't believe his words.
Rufus was deffinately a sarcastic bastard. But he loved having his own cell. "I'll buy you a Lawyer. If I think you can win"
Sono still couldn't define the sarcasm and the sincerity. "Didn't work the first time round. Besides, my dad would just think you were fucking me." he laughs, covering his eyes with both hands to hold back any emotion he could possibly achieve.
"Doesn't matter, If the Lawyer can get you out, he can get you emancipated." He smiles, shifting a bit.
"You're losing me here. I haven't got the broadest vocabulary. You gotta dumb it down." he sighs, almost angrily at his own idiocy.
"Keep him out of your life no matter what. Emancipated would mean that if your underage it gives you the same rights of being 18."
"I'm twenty one, I'm not a child...but what does it matter? I know you're the kind of guy who likes his privacy and would prefer I wasn't here so I'll do us both a favour and I'll try not to bother you anymore." he says, trying not to get angry.
"Good night then. Sono. You better not draw any attention to this cell."
"Yes, boss." he replies, half seriously.
"Good boy."
Sono chuckles. He quite liked the authority of the man he'd just conversed with. It frightened him but he always had an attachment to authority, ironically.
What: Coming back to find someone in his room [ Complete. ]
Where: Their cell?
When: When he wanders back.
Why: Because.
He had been below the radar, he had managed to stay out of the sight of everyone and he had found that Reno was here aswell. Without fail he had someone to protect him if he ever really needed it. So far he had even managed to Shower without problems, such as this time.
Rufus took his time getting back, steping at the required pace but never above it, he even had his eyes closed slightly as he walked. Perhaps he was getting too comfortable. The moment the 'president' walked into his cell and herd other movement he tensed up and looked around.
Right, it was about time they gave him a cell mate, A bit annoying but it had to be done.
"What's your name?"
Sono tensed up and looked at the man who'd entered the cell, considering his answer. Simpler the better."Sono. You?"
"Rufus ShinRa" Another simple response asd he manuvered himself to his bunk, towel trying his hair slowly with a yawn. He loved being clean. "New?"
"Yeah..." The answer lingered. Things weren't awkward but the situation seemed surreal for Sono. "How about you?"
"I've been here for a while. Managed to stay out of sight." He says simply, stretching out and relaxing. The boy was deffinately not a threat.
Sono almost jumped at the idea of being able to 'stay out of sight'. "How? What did you do? Or didn't do? Or...what?" the peroxide blonde asks in a rambling, nervous way. He didn't expect to have even this extent of a conversation with his cellmate. He expected to get the crap beaten out of him.
"I as the president of a company with alot of bad publicity, I apparently killed alot of people by neglect...And I've shot a few people." He yawns, curling under his blanket. "And as for staying out of sight. I don't leave my cell except for when I'm needed to."
The awe of being able to keep safe had worn off. Sono wasn't sure whether this was a bad time to talk. The other man seems uneager to socialise. He wriggles under his blanket, where he'd been so far, and yawns. "Okay...well, I'll keep that in mind." he says, ruffling his hair.
Rufus wasn't really a sociable person, mainly because he was in prision and socializing was one thing that lead to alot of others. "Good, You're rooming with me I don't want you crying or stinking up the room with blood."
"You're not exactly a happy-go-lucky kinda guy, are ya?" The comment escaped before Sono had chance to think. This seemed to be a habit of his.
"Not really. I had a bad life, spite the money and power." He mumbles, not taking offence to the comment. "And you. You're terrified."
"What do you expect from me? For me to run around like I'm used to being called a murderer? Yeah...I'm terrified." He replies, looking at the inside of his eyelids. It was the first time he'd called himself a murderer.
He rolls his eyes. "You're stuck here, Sono. Get used to being called what you are. You're a murderer and more than likely to become a bitch."
"I've had more than enough trouble with guys that way...and I don't mean relationship-wise. I'm not going to give in to being someone's bitch. I'd rather be killed." Sono says, barely concentrating on the idiotic comments he made. He sighs and fidgets awkwardly in his bunk.
"Then they'll kill you." He says slowly, stretching his arms over his head and tugging at the bed post.
"Fine." he grumbles. His childishness was apparent and he knew he was going to get on Rufus's nerves. "Besides, it's not like there's anything to live for down here." He says, opening his eyes to look across the cell.
"There are some good people, and amazing Lawyers." He says simply, intent on napping. "If you give up then you're dead. if you try I'm sure you could get out."
"Sure. For a man with money. Like you." the young man says, pulling his blanket up to his chin and turning to face the wall. Sono seriously thought this guy must be either an optimist or a sarcastic bastard. Either way, he didn't believe his words.
Rufus was deffinately a sarcastic bastard. But he loved having his own cell. "I'll buy you a Lawyer. If I think you can win"
Sono still couldn't define the sarcasm and the sincerity. "Didn't work the first time round. Besides, my dad would just think you were fucking me." he laughs, covering his eyes with both hands to hold back any emotion he could possibly achieve.
"Doesn't matter, If the Lawyer can get you out, he can get you emancipated." He smiles, shifting a bit.
"You're losing me here. I haven't got the broadest vocabulary. You gotta dumb it down." he sighs, almost angrily at his own idiocy.
"Keep him out of your life no matter what. Emancipated would mean that if your underage it gives you the same rights of being 18."
"I'm twenty one, I'm not a child...but what does it matter? I know you're the kind of guy who likes his privacy and would prefer I wasn't here so I'll do us both a favour and I'll try not to bother you anymore." he says, trying not to get angry.
"Good night then. Sono. You better not draw any attention to this cell."
"Yes, boss." he replies, half seriously.
"Good boy."
Sono chuckles. He quite liked the authority of the man he'd just conversed with. It frightened him but he always had an attachment to authority, ironically.