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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 16:39:54 GMT -6
Guinne looked at his broken watch again, frustrated. The elevator just wouldn't move fast enough! He had no clue if he was indeed late or not, but the anxiety bubbling in his stomach didn't make anything better.
Ding.
The elevator doors seemed to take forever to open, Guinne ended up walking through before the doors had enough time to properly give him the room to exit; causing him, of course, to stumble like a clumsy fool and almost fall flat on his face.
He frowned, giving the area a quick glance to make sure no one had caught his fumble. The helipad was mostly empty, minus the stationary helicopter and the 2nd class SOLDIER sleeping against it. No turks? Guinne searched the area with his eyes a few more times. Didn't Tseng say that a bunch of us were coming or something? Tseng had literally popped in and out of the pub to deliver their mission, barely giving Guinne the allotted time to digest the information fully before he was gone.
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 16:48:19 GMT -6
She slumped against the elevator, literally out of order for the day. A rough night consisting of nightmares every hour hadn't helped. Dammit, she KNEW she shouldn't have watched the Star Wars series all in one go. She forgot she had to be all the more early for work the next day. And coffee didn't help. Not even after drinking 5 cups, did it effect her aching, tired body. She sighed, looking to the scar in her arm, where she'd been shot. Still sore, but getting better. Better enough to work, unfortunately.
The doors slid open and she trudged out. To her surprise, the helipad wasn't bustling with people or noise, save for Guinne. She cleared her throat. "Where are the others?"
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 16:57:18 GMT -6
Guinne's face brightened up at the sound of L.A.'s voice. He turned to her, shrugging.
"I'm not really sure. My watch died this morning, we could be early..." Guinne trailed off, his gaze aimed at the 2nd Class SOLDIER. Maybe they are waiting for the other SOLDIERs? But there was only one helicopter.
"MAYBE WE'RE LATE?! Maybe they left without us?!" Guinne's eyes widened with the realization, and for a moment, he forgot L.A. was standing next to him. "This is terrible! So not good- Tseng is gonna kill me! Reno might even kill me! Rude is- RUDE. OH MY GOD."
He was halfway through hyperventilating before remembering L.A. was standing next to him.
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:05:54 GMT -6
L.A. twitched. "If your watch stopped, how would I be here too, dummy?" She put a hand to her throbbing temple. Late? Really? Oh, that would certainly look good. Tseng would have them both served to the President on a silver platter. One thing would clear all of this up.
She flipped open her PHS and dialed Reno's number. She prayed to God he'd be somewhere in the Shinra building still or close by. She noticed Guinne hyperventilating and shushed him. "Stop breathing so hard. Rude can probably HEAR you from Wutai."
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 17:17:23 GMT -6
Guinne calmed down, his face burning a bit with embarrassment. He bit his bottom lip, chewing on it lightly, pondering the logic.
Reno, meanwhile, was sprawled across his bed, jacket covering his face as he attempted to nap before the mission. He searched the covers blindly with one hand for his ringing PHS, putting it to his ear under the coat.
"Ello?"
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:19:02 GMT -6
"Reno?" She noted his grogginess and wondered alarmingly, if he was still sleeping. "Uh.....what....time...is it?" She stuttered into the phone. She looked to Guinne questioningly.
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 17:22:40 GMT -6
"The time currently is...," Reno didn't bother to remove the jacket in order to look, "one minute after the time it was a minute ago." He smiled to himself, vaguely wondering what time it really was. "Why?"
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:25:37 GMT -6
She wanted to smile at his statement, but she was so drained. "Reno...for serious. Me and Guinne are standing here at the helipad. Mission. Today. Something about Wutai. We're either very early or crazy late and judging by the way you sound, you're probably still here and we're not late, or you slept in and you're late too." She sighed. "But then again, if you weren't here there'd be no pilot. So tell me. We're early, aren't we?"
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 17:32:19 GMT -6
Reno's grin grew as L.A. explained her reason for calling. He knew she asked for him to be serious, but she gave him such a perfect opening for shenanigans.
"We left for the mission in Wutai yesterday, L. We're at Costa De Sol right now, taking a break to fill the tank of the copter and catch some Z's." He held back a giggle that was fighting to break free and give him away. "Tseng is soooo mad at you, yo. I'd start running before we get back." He laughed, finally removing the jacket from his line of vision to glance at the clock. They were a half hour early.
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:37:31 GMT -6
"WHAT?!" She shouted into the phone, breaking the sound barrier. Her eyes widened. Oooh boy. If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now! But waaaaaait. This was......no. Reno wouldn't be this much of an asshole, would he?
Uh yea, he would.
L.A. withdrew a breath of air and slowly smirked into the phone. 'Nice try, Red, but it'll take more than that to trick lil' ol' ME. Buuuut. Guinne is ripe for the picking. I'll have some fun....'
She turned back around to Guinne with a horrified expression of one witnissing one of the most traumatic experiences of life.
"GUINNE. THEY'VE ALREADY LEFT. TSENG IS GONNA KILL US." She began summoning fake tears to aid her in her theatrics. "WE'RE NOT GONNA BE TURKS ANYMORE! OUR...OUR BADGES WILL BE REVOKED!" She choked on a fake sob.
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 17:45:00 GMT -6
Guinne froze, all of the color rapidly draining from his face.
"No..." He had actually meant to speak a sentence, but when he opened his mouth again, nothing came out. His eyebrows pulled together upwards and he gave L.A. a horrified look resembling that of one he'd give to someone who had just kicked his puppy in the face with steel toe boots.
Guinne slumped to the ground, his eyes wide and confused and completely miserable.
"R-reno said w-w-what? Ru... but..."
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:48:00 GMT -6
She couldn't contain it any longer. The sad look on his face. The downright unbelievable outragious lie. Oooohhhh, she should stop it now before she scars the boy for life!! But oh, it was too too fun.
"Guinne....I...." She sniffed. "I believe Reno would like to say something you to you. One....last....time." She held the phone up to Guinne's ear.
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 17:54:35 GMT -6
Guinne held the PHS up to his ear, really confused. What did Reno have to say to him? He listened intently, before shooting a glare at L.A..
"He's SNORING."
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Post by alexandra on Mar 13, 2009 17:58:12 GMT -6
She threw her head back and folded her hands into her stomach. She let out a an eruption of giggles which slowly morphed into a louder horse laugh, followed by a severe belly laugh in which she was wheezing. She began slapping her knees and stomping her feet, dying casually. "OH GOD-" Tears of JOY were now running down her face. "If I- had a camera..." She giggled in a psychotic manner again which eventually died down to snickers. "For you to see your dumb sad face!"
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Post by guinne on Mar 13, 2009 18:09:10 GMT -6
Dumb sad face?
As pissed as he was about the fact she played such a cruel joke, her wording didn't make anything any better. Dumb sad face? Why didn't she just kick him a little harder while he was down? He glared fiercely at her, making sure she knew from his expression that he was NOT happy. Hurt, even.
"Yeah? If only you could see your ugly mug, you'd give up on Reno out of mercy for him," he spat. He stood suddenly, shoving past her with his shoulder and going back towards the elevator.
[[ooc: Ooo drama.]]
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