And we are back at the safe theatre

[lil-plant-boy.livejournal.com]

[This little End is sitting around the theatre room and he's far from pleased.

He's pretty much blaming himself for the bruise on that nice lady's arm. If she wasn't out on the hallways guiding him, she wouldn't get hurt. Unfortunately, he can't really tell her he's sorry because she wouldn't understand a word...

Also, the whole idea of a fight that big happening inside a building is totally confusing to him. He just hopes that the really old man he saw before is somewhere safe. He seemed like a good guy.]



(( ooc: kid!End is highly frustrated. You can also use this post for anything related to the theatre room (even if it doesn't involve him, because we definitely need a new post for that room *giggles*) ))

Comments

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[The nice lady isn't sounding so nice right now, sitting at the computer] You're almost done, damn it. Why are you giving me that error now?

pfff you're tellin' /me/ we need a new post. xD

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid's just going to be over here, checking on the pile of ammunition and making sure everything's fully loaded.]

...can't stand waiting around...if there isn't some bloody action soon, I'll just go out and chase after Father myself.

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

That's not a good idea.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

I don't remember asking your opinion.

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

You still got it. Sir, there is what appears to be a half sized Metal Gear out there. [there's a slight longing in his voice] I wouldn't exit here, for your own safety.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

'Half sized'? [Mockingly] Well, isn't that just horrifying.

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[James has been waiting here too and is bored to death. Spontaneously, he starts doing some pushups, counting as he goes along.] One, two, three...

[lil-plant-boy.livejournal.com]

[Gerasim gets distracted from his thoughts for a moment as he sees the other boy there. He gives a funny look. He has no idea why he's doing that, but that seems like the least appropriated time to excercise.]

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[After a bit, James feels that gaze on him and looks up.] Thirty. What, you've never seen anyone do pushups before?

[lil-plant-boy.livejournal.com]

[Once again that weird language he can't understand... He just hopes the other boy can understand him though.]

/S-sorry! I just thought it was... unusual./

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[James blinks and gets up onto his knees. He definitely recognizes the other boy's language.]

/You speak Russian?/

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

[Hal is sitting next to James, watching him do push ups. James didn't look scared at all...]

W-what do you think is happening?

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[James pauses, arms stretched out to hold himself above the floor. He speaks bitterly.] Not sure, but if father is here, I bet he's the one who started it. [He does another couple of pushups, faster this time.]

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

Y-your dad?

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

Yeah... People call him Big Boss. [Without warning, he punches the floor hard and makes only a small sound at the pain.]

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

[Hal is near the stage in the theater, next to James. He's currently sitting and hugging his knees to his chest. While the initial fear of the attack had subsided, he was still shaken up by the explosions in the hallway, and a sniffle escaped him from time to time. He really just wanted to go home...]

[solidelilah.livejournal.com]

[She's come to make sure Otacon has gotten here yet, and when she see's the little one's distress, she kneels down beside him.] Hal?

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

[Hal looks at her, rubbing his red eyes behind his glasses.] Y-yeah...?

[solidelilah.livejournal.com]

I bet this is all pretty scary, huh? [She holds out her hand to him.] But you know that we're all doing our best to stop it, and that you're safe with us right?

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah... [He takes the hand held out to him as an invitation to suddenly wrap his arms around her in a hug.] I-I-I want my dad...

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[Comes in dragging the teenage Hal with him.] Emma. I brought you a present. Go easy on him, okay?

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[What should he do now?]

[He stays silent.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

...

[She comes over, looking at him] ... [Emma lifts her hand, giving him a hard slap- then she grabs him, hugging him tightly] Oh God, I'm glad you're okay.

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

Ouch. [John winces at the slap.] I'd hate to see you being hard on him, babe.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[The slap makes him recoil, and his first impulse is to run away. Close down.]

[And then Emma hugs him like that, says those words, and it's too much for him: Hal grabs onto her, breaks down and cries. The preoccupation and the guilt and the feelings of betrayal are too much for him right now.]

[Excuse him if he's not handling this as well as his older counterparts may have.]