Gold Saucer, Gaia, Thursday Fandom Time
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intraspectiveRosa had voted for the sunny shores of Costa del Sol, but she'd been out-voted three-to-one.
They'd wound up at the Gold Saucer instead. It was tacky, it was beautiful. There wasn't an inch of that wasn't infused and inundated with blaring noises and lights that dazzled the senses. It was rotten to the core and unabashed about it. Come play a game, the Gold Saucer beckoned, try and win against me.
Ino loved it.
She loved the sparkling lights, the crowds, the sheer noise of it. She loved the quiet glittering world that spread out beneath her when she rode the gondola, she loved the chocobo races, she loved all the different ways she could cause trouble and not get in trouble.
(Though her uniform likely helped with that.)
As soon as they'd ditched their things in their hotel room, Ino had grabbed Reno, since Rosa had been too slow at not being left with Rude to avoid such a fate (secretly, that was exactly what Rosa had wanted), and headed out.
They hit the games room about twenty minutes after they'd arrived. Two Turks, in jet black suits, Reno's looking sloppy, hers' adorned with a flimsy pink ribbon instead of a tie. His hair was pulled back into that ridiculous ponytail of his, while her hair was loose and shimmering down around her in a pale blonde waterfall. Neither of them was visible armed, which meant nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
She tended to bounce a little when she walked, he sauntered, or slouched, as the step and his mood took him.
Ino's grin was unrepentant as she took in the rising wariness of the employees of the Gold Saucer and picked out her first target.
"Oh my gods," Ino said, leaning around Reno, and pointing with one hand. Her nails were the same pink as her ribbon. "Reno, you still owe me from the last job. Get me one of those chocobo plushies or I cut you."
[OOC: Unlike the puppy, as of this post, Ino is reachable by phone/email/text! Post is for the one she's threatening to cut and anyone who feels like calling. I'm so happy to have her back! \o/]
They'd wound up at the Gold Saucer instead. It was tacky, it was beautiful. There wasn't an inch of that wasn't infused and inundated with blaring noises and lights that dazzled the senses. It was rotten to the core and unabashed about it. Come play a game, the Gold Saucer beckoned, try and win against me.
Ino loved it.
She loved the sparkling lights, the crowds, the sheer noise of it. She loved the quiet glittering world that spread out beneath her when she rode the gondola, she loved the chocobo races, she loved all the different ways she could cause trouble and not get in trouble.
(Though her uniform likely helped with that.)
As soon as they'd ditched their things in their hotel room, Ino had grabbed Reno, since Rosa had been too slow at not being left with Rude to avoid such a fate (secretly, that was exactly what Rosa had wanted), and headed out.
They hit the games room about twenty minutes after they'd arrived. Two Turks, in jet black suits, Reno's looking sloppy, hers' adorned with a flimsy pink ribbon instead of a tie. His hair was pulled back into that ridiculous ponytail of his, while her hair was loose and shimmering down around her in a pale blonde waterfall. Neither of them was visible armed, which meant nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
She tended to bounce a little when she walked, he sauntered, or slouched, as the step and his mood took him.
Ino's grin was unrepentant as she took in the rising wariness of the employees of the Gold Saucer and picked out her first target.
"Oh my gods," Ino said, leaning around Reno, and pointing with one hand. Her nails were the same pink as her ribbon. "Reno, you still owe me from the last job. Get me one of those chocobo plushies or I cut you."
[OOC: Unlike the puppy, as of this post, Ino is reachable by phone/email/text! Post is for the one she's threatening to cut and anyone who feels like calling. I'm so happy to have her back! \o/]
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Date: 2016-07-01 12:42 am (UTC)She peeked in on Rosa's mind and ducked out again. "Rosa 'n Rude are watching one of those shows. I don't really want to go and do that."
Booooring.
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Date: 2016-07-01 12:42 am (UTC)As if he didn't have enough already.
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Date: 2016-07-01 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-07-01 12:46 am (UTC)... Let's be real. Reno would bet on any one of them.
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Date: 2016-07-01 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-07-01 12:48 am (UTC)