Impromptu Renovations [OPEN]

[crabcake]

WHO: Rampage, Roomies, and Random Passersby?
WHERE: Residence #021, Heropa
WHEN: 3 a.m., September 16th
WHAT: The trouble with super-strength is you only need to lose control for a second for things to go horribly wrong.
WARNINGS: Flagrant abuse of kitchen appliances and architecture. Murderous thoughts.


Restraint. His entire life since arriving in this universe had been one giant ongoing practice in restraint. Convincing himself not to kill the pathetic idiots surrounding him was only half the trouble. The other half was making sure he didn't kill any of the idiots by accident. This world and its people were so fragile. He's used to a race of people who could survive regular dismemberment. He's used to ships made of metal, not wood and glass and plaster.

He is not used to trudging home night after night after hours of dealing with drunken imbeciles and smug teenagers with fake IDs and overly grabby men and women. He is especially not used to having to treat irritating pests gently. Tossing people out on their asses without breaking bones or causing concussions is really difficult when you'd much prefer to crush their skulls in your bare hands.

But he'd managed yet another night of restraint and even manages not to slam the front door when he arrives home - there are already a few cracks in the walls surrounding the door frame from times he wasn't quite so careful. He heads straight for the kitchen, because he's tired and grumpy and all he wants right now is a great, big, juicy, bloody-

He stares in rising horror into the freezer. He's out of steaks. He's out of steaks. Slowly, he closes the freezer again, face blank. This is the last straw. The dam inside him breaks. And in a split second of blinding rage, his fist slams square into the middle of the refrigerator door. With a deafening smash, the fridge is suddenly no longer in the kitchen where it's supposed to be. Rather, it's lying in a crumpled heap on the front lawn, along with the splintered remnants of what used to be part of the wall.

...Oops.

Rampage has the grace to look embarrassed.

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[godly]

Light rises early in the morning, and goes to bed late. While this would usually wear and tear on one's perpetual level of energy and motivation, the young teen is particularly stubborn and manages well for the time being. He may look a little tired around the eyes, but there's plenty of schoolwork to be done -- no point in going to bed right now if he can get something accomplished in the hours coming.

He's been settled at his desk for awhile now, pouring over whatever essay he's been assigned to write this time, ignoring the tinges of boredom threatening to nip at his heels. He knows better, though, than than to wish for something eventful to happen tonight; he's not one for superstitions, but he does believe in unwanted coincidences. No point in tempting something similar now.

But apparently he doesn't even have to.

He hears a loud crash, something that even shakes the walls a bit, forcing a pen near the edge of his desk to roll off and land on the floor. He looks up from his work, startled and brow furrowed, and gets up to see what the commotion is.

When he arrives in the kitchen, there's one of his newer roommates there -- there's also a hole in the wall and a lack of a fridge. He steps forward, almost having difficulty finding words. Almost.

"What's going on here?!" he remarks, stepping forward closer to the mess of splinters on the ground where the fridge used to be. Absentmindedly, he peers out of the hole in the wall and catches sight of the lawn outside-

-where the appliance lies pathetically broken in the grass.

Seriously?

[crabcake]

Rampage bristles slightly as one of his roommates enters the kitchen - the young one. He's honestly a bit at loss for words himself. Intentional destruction he can deal with. Unintentional destruction he's rather more inexperienced with.

Glancing slowly between the wreckage and Light and back, he finally answers, "My hand slipped."

Clearly a masterful excuse.

[godly]

His hand slipped? he thinks to himself incredulously. Light highly doubts that putting a massive hole in the kitchen wall is the consequence of anything merely slipping. He heaves a heavy sigh, crossing his arms together.

He buries his frustration somewhat, noticing that this was probably an accident, if reading the body language of his new roommate is anything to consider. Even so, this isn't something he can merely shrug and walk away from.

"Your hand slipped and tossed the fridge through the kitchen wall?"

[crabcake]

Rampage can feel his roommate's frustration and resists the urge to roll his eyes. It's not like he cares whatever people think anyway.

"No," he answers. "My hand slipped and punched the fridge through the kitchen wall."

It's a subtle difference.

Carefully stepping through the ruin of the wall stares down at the ruined fridge with annoyance, as if he could shame it into getting back up and putting itself back where it should be. It definitely doesn't look hopeful for it still being functional.

[godly]

"A fair clarification, though I'm not really sure that makes it any better," he responds, arms still crossed against his chest. "Maybe I should be asking why the majority of our food and drink is now laying in our front lawn?"

Anger is one thing; he can't fault someone for being angry. Even Light gets angry; but self-control, did people here truly not know the meaning of it? Can't anyone still their hands for a long enough moment to think things through?

"This is going to inconvenience everyone that lives here."

[crabcake]

Rampage rolls his eyes as the human lectures him. Like it hadn't occurred to him that a busted fridge and a hole in the wall might be just a bit of an inconvenience to people.

"We were out of steak," he mutters. It was significantly more than that, but he's not about to tell Light that he's been having a hard time repressing homicidal urges because he's more used to murdering people than co-existing with them. Really, compared to his usual state of being he's been showing mountains of self-control!

He sneers at the fridge, resisting the urge to just kick it while it's down - and probably end up knocking it into one of the houses across the street or something. "Why do they build things so fragile here?"