Post by Andrew C. Creed on Mar 16, 2019 22:05:54 GMT -5
The rain poured over the cityscape of South city. It was dark out now, a long day that had finally come to an end. Creed held his head as he sat back. He hadn’t used his suit, nor done anything very dastardly in quite a while. Two weeks to be exact. He was stuck back on Earth once more. He couldn’t say why he came here so often now. He loathed it so much when he was younger. Their perfect climate, the sprawling cities interwoven with natural beauties. The housing of Capsule Corp… But something drew him here now. It was… Interesting. Such a diverse place in biomes, species, structures, etc. Nothing like Tech Tech’s artificial biomes. Nothing could beat the real deal, he guessed. Rine accompanied him, of course. She didn’t seem to leave his side now a days, at least when not in the suit.
Creed sat forward and reached in his pocket for his box of cigarettes, crushing it once he found it to be empty. He didn’t know why, but something was causing these headaches. They weren’t just stress related. He would find himself busy into his work getting struck with them. Along with a strange “voice” in the back of his head. It kept urging him to do something. To use the suit. To continue his rampages, the ones which gave him so much freedom and made him feel like a god. It seemed every time he took breaks like this, that was all which was on his mind. “Just one spin around the town, a couple of kills. You’ll work much better after”. The issue was, when he started, he just couldn’t stop. One patrol would lead to another, until he’s returning home at 4 AM to an angry Rine, exhausted to the point of almost passing out.
Creed stood and grabbed his jacket. Slowly he would open the door, as not to notice Rine to his departure. As he exited the large Hotel which they currently resided in, he felt the cold rain pelt against his face. If he remembered correctly, there was a department store a block away, he’d go grab a pack over there. His thoughts would wander once more to his predicament. Was he beginning to lose it? Was the stress of running one of the largest businesses in the galaxy combined with his darker escapades finally catching up to him? It wasn’t as if he could stop running Creed Cybernetics. Not yet. But he couldn’t give up his past time either. He and Rine had talked about that many times in the past. She would always ask why couldn’t he stop? Creed couldn’t give it a true answer, if he was being honest. He could stop at anytime. But he just didn’t want to.
The flashing of a neon sign nearly blinded him as he quickly opened the door, escaping the rain. A small old man seemed to be the cashier, he would give Creed a wave and smile as he headed towards the back. Eventually he would reach the dispenser, placing his ID chip in to get his pack. Satan Lights seemed a good choice. The machine would spit out the pack along with his ID card. As he reached the front, the old man would perk up and hold out a hand for the cigarette pack. Creed handed it to him before looking outside. The old man examined the pack in his hand before looking at Creed.
“You know, Cigarettes are bad for you youngster”
“I don’t have to worry about Health issues. I’ve got purifiers to take care of them”
“Heh. You kids and your fancy gadgets. Guess they’ve made you more daft too!”
Creed gave a glance to the old man. “And why is that?”
The old man leaned forward and held up the box. “It’s not the health problems ya got to worry about. They took care of them back in my granddad’s time. But it’s what they do to your mind you gotta worry about. Ya get stuck to em and can’t stop. Even if they ain’t killing your body, they’re still killing your soul”
Creed gave a slight grin at that. “Killing my soul? Are you going to start spouting off some sort of religion to save me next? Church of Satan maybe?”
“You don’t believe me now, kid, but you’ll see later down the line. Longer you smoke em, longer it’ll take to quit. Worse you’ll feel too when ya can’t get em” He’d give a shrug. “But don’t listen to me if ya don’t want to. No skin off my nose” He’d scan the pack and hand it to Creed.
Creed thought for a moment on what the old man said. Maybe he was right. Maybe he would stop at some point. But for now, he had too much of a headache to worry about that. He would reach into his pocket and drop double the Zeni. “Thanks” He’d say before leaving.
As Creed entered into his hotel, he would slowly close the door before quickly going back to his seat. In the dark, he wouldn’t notice Rine who was sitting in his seat. After accidently sitting on her and jumping back in surprise, the lights would turn on.
“Damn it, you ruined that!” Rine said as she readjusted herself in the chair and huffed.
“What are you doing up?” Creed asked, holding his chest.
“I saw you leaving. It is pouring rain and dark out. Where the hell are you going at this time?”
Creed would itch the back of his neck before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Rine gave a sigh. “You went out there for a pack of cigarettes? Couldn’t you of waited until morning?”
“Sorry, I needed something to help my headache”
“Then take a goddamn antihistamine!”
Creed sighed before pulling himself up and leaning against the wall, starting to shiver from the water which now soaked his clothes.
“You’ve got an addiction, Andrew. You need to cut back. Just because you got those stupid lung purifiers that your always spouting off about, doesn’t mean you should over indulge”
“I don’t have an addiction, I can stop anytime I want to. It’s not that big of a deal ok?”
Rine would stand and walk over to him, pointing a clawed finger at his face. “You’re being stupid. Go take a shower and go to bed. And you’re going to limit the cigarettes your having to less than one pack a day, got it? You could’ve gotten yourself sick out there”
Creed crossed his arms and looked up at her. “I am an adult, you know. I can make my own decisions”
“Yeah? Then start making adult decisions”
Creed sighed before heading towards the bathroom.
As night turned to midnight, Creed stared up at the ceiling. Rine was laying right next to him, her arms wrapped around his left arm. He would shift in the bed in an attempt to get up, before stopping as Rine tightened her grip. Even in sleep she was as vigilant as ever. It still didn’t change the fact that he could really go for a cigarette right about now.
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Creed sat forward and reached in his pocket for his box of cigarettes, crushing it once he found it to be empty. He didn’t know why, but something was causing these headaches. They weren’t just stress related. He would find himself busy into his work getting struck with them. Along with a strange “voice” in the back of his head. It kept urging him to do something. To use the suit. To continue his rampages, the ones which gave him so much freedom and made him feel like a god. It seemed every time he took breaks like this, that was all which was on his mind. “Just one spin around the town, a couple of kills. You’ll work much better after”. The issue was, when he started, he just couldn’t stop. One patrol would lead to another, until he’s returning home at 4 AM to an angry Rine, exhausted to the point of almost passing out.
Creed stood and grabbed his jacket. Slowly he would open the door, as not to notice Rine to his departure. As he exited the large Hotel which they currently resided in, he felt the cold rain pelt against his face. If he remembered correctly, there was a department store a block away, he’d go grab a pack over there. His thoughts would wander once more to his predicament. Was he beginning to lose it? Was the stress of running one of the largest businesses in the galaxy combined with his darker escapades finally catching up to him? It wasn’t as if he could stop running Creed Cybernetics. Not yet. But he couldn’t give up his past time either. He and Rine had talked about that many times in the past. She would always ask why couldn’t he stop? Creed couldn’t give it a true answer, if he was being honest. He could stop at anytime. But he just didn’t want to.
The flashing of a neon sign nearly blinded him as he quickly opened the door, escaping the rain. A small old man seemed to be the cashier, he would give Creed a wave and smile as he headed towards the back. Eventually he would reach the dispenser, placing his ID chip in to get his pack. Satan Lights seemed a good choice. The machine would spit out the pack along with his ID card. As he reached the front, the old man would perk up and hold out a hand for the cigarette pack. Creed handed it to him before looking outside. The old man examined the pack in his hand before looking at Creed.
“You know, Cigarettes are bad for you youngster”
“I don’t have to worry about Health issues. I’ve got purifiers to take care of them”
“Heh. You kids and your fancy gadgets. Guess they’ve made you more daft too!”
Creed gave a glance to the old man. “And why is that?”
The old man leaned forward and held up the box. “It’s not the health problems ya got to worry about. They took care of them back in my granddad’s time. But it’s what they do to your mind you gotta worry about. Ya get stuck to em and can’t stop. Even if they ain’t killing your body, they’re still killing your soul”
Creed gave a slight grin at that. “Killing my soul? Are you going to start spouting off some sort of religion to save me next? Church of Satan maybe?”
“You don’t believe me now, kid, but you’ll see later down the line. Longer you smoke em, longer it’ll take to quit. Worse you’ll feel too when ya can’t get em” He’d give a shrug. “But don’t listen to me if ya don’t want to. No skin off my nose” He’d scan the pack and hand it to Creed.
Creed thought for a moment on what the old man said. Maybe he was right. Maybe he would stop at some point. But for now, he had too much of a headache to worry about that. He would reach into his pocket and drop double the Zeni. “Thanks” He’d say before leaving.
As Creed entered into his hotel, he would slowly close the door before quickly going back to his seat. In the dark, he wouldn’t notice Rine who was sitting in his seat. After accidently sitting on her and jumping back in surprise, the lights would turn on.
“Damn it, you ruined that!” Rine said as she readjusted herself in the chair and huffed.
“What are you doing up?” Creed asked, holding his chest.
“I saw you leaving. It is pouring rain and dark out. Where the hell are you going at this time?”
Creed would itch the back of his neck before pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Rine gave a sigh. “You went out there for a pack of cigarettes? Couldn’t you of waited until morning?”
“Sorry, I needed something to help my headache”
“Then take a goddamn antihistamine!”
Creed sighed before pulling himself up and leaning against the wall, starting to shiver from the water which now soaked his clothes.
“You’ve got an addiction, Andrew. You need to cut back. Just because you got those stupid lung purifiers that your always spouting off about, doesn’t mean you should over indulge”
“I don’t have an addiction, I can stop anytime I want to. It’s not that big of a deal ok?”
Rine would stand and walk over to him, pointing a clawed finger at his face. “You’re being stupid. Go take a shower and go to bed. And you’re going to limit the cigarettes your having to less than one pack a day, got it? You could’ve gotten yourself sick out there”
Creed crossed his arms and looked up at her. “I am an adult, you know. I can make my own decisions”
“Yeah? Then start making adult decisions”
Creed sighed before heading towards the bathroom.
As night turned to midnight, Creed stared up at the ceiling. Rine was laying right next to him, her arms wrapped around his left arm. He would shift in the bed in an attempt to get up, before stopping as Rine tightened her grip. Even in sleep she was as vigilant as ever. It still didn’t change the fact that he could really go for a cigarette right about now.
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