paradisalost | anger management issues [Log] =D

Current Location: 12th floor hallway

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lana lang,
loz

anger management issues [Log] =D

who: Loz, Lana, and anyone else who happens by (we'll make separate comment threads since he'll prolly be here for a while. unless your char wants to barge in another thread =3)
what: loz is angry and decides to try to beat up the castle [[ let's hope this vents some anger for the tourney X3]
when: yesterday
where: 12th floor hallway =D

Describing Loz as angry would have done no justice to how much he was fuming right now. Word from Kadaj that something just wasn't right - that the castle had taken something from him and he was now broken - really just set Loz off. He was already upset that he'd forgotten mother, that two Clouds were now here, and Yazoo was still missing, so this recent news just made everything so much worse.

He'd already taken apart his notebook, page by painstaking page, and it somehow was all back together again, which only seemed to piss him off more. And so now, he wanted to get revenge on the castle, the castle that took his memories away, the castle that broke Kadaj, the castle that just messed everything up.

And so he took to the hallway. His notebook was already out there after he threw it out the door and against the wall in a fit of rage, so why not take down the wall itself? He'd managed to destroy columns in Aeris's church and trees in the Forgotten Capital of the Ancients, so a wall couldn't be that much more difficult, right? It was only made of stone or at least a similar material, which, if hit properly, would crumple like paper. Well that's at least what he thought would happen. Loz was never one to think things through. That was Kadaj or Yazoo's job and Kadaj already gave him the green light. It was time to pummel some wall.

In a swift movement, fist met wall with a resounding bam which most likely resonated pretty far. Not a crack; not even a DENT. What was this wall made from? What could possibly be this strong that loz could not take it down? Well, whatever it was, Loz was angry, even more so now. without his pile-bunker, the Dual Hound, his efforts might be all in vain, but that wasn't going to stop him.

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Lana found herself very easily bored in this castle. Well…in her room at least. There was so much strange stuff outside of her room that there’s no way she could be too bored. Today she’d taken to wandering the halls and reading all of the names on the door plaques. Some of them were really bizarre. She was pretty cheerful today seeing as her iPod had just shown up in one of her drawers randomly. Now…if only her cell phone would do the same..not that she’d get service here.

She was reading the name plates when suddenly WHAM! She was awakened from her little reverie of musing about strange names to a loud sound. She turned and stared. Lana had begun to make a list in her mind of some of the strangest things she’d seen and heard in Paradisa thus far. She decided this probably could be added to the list. So she made a mental note, ‘large, leather clad man with funny white hair beats crap out of wall.’

He was actually fairly good looking in a huge, angry sort of way. Apparently he had an affinity for black leather since it was all he was wearing. She imagined that it chaffed.
Without really thinking she cocked her head and asked, “Angry?”

She could have kicked herself. Lana Lang, since when is it ok to talk to huge, angry, leather clad men who have enough sanity to be attacking walls? What was she thinking?

Loz looked over his shoulder at her, a rather befuddled expression drawn across his sharp features. Who was this woman. MOTHER? No, no, she couldn't be, could she? There was no way that Mother would simply walk up to him and find him OUT OF THE BLUE. His luck was not that good. Ever.

A rather frustrated look flushed across his face. "Che," he finally muttered, looking back at the unscathed wall. This was getting nowhere fast, but he desperately wanted everything to be normal, for him and his brothers to be back to normal. Happy. Together. With mother even. He looked back at the wall for a moment, then back at Lana. He couldn't get over how soft her features were and somehow reminded him of Yazoo. Just a bit. He was always the effeminate one.

He withdrew his hand from the wall and turned towards her, his burlesque form massive compared to hers. His expression was not the most inviting for the average soul, but it wasn't devious, which meant he had no reason to play. Yet. A curious look drew across his face, his eyebrows flattening against the bottoms of the ridges and seemingly disappearing from sight. "Mother?"

Lana gave him an odd look then looked from him to down at her own body, "Not unless I've had some very important memories and several years from my age erased."

Running would be good now Lana, he wasn't looking any happier. Or maybe disappearing into Dilan's room or something. It was around here somewhere. She leaned back on one of her legs as if she was going to leave but she changed her mind. For some reason she didn't feel actually threatened by this fellow...though perhaps that meant the castle had taken her sanity since anyone in their right mind probably SHOULD be afraid of this fellow.

She refused to squirm under that unbelievably intense gaze. "Do I look like your mother?" she asked with genuine curiosity. HELL! Who knew! Stranger things had happened in this place.

Do I look like your mother? The words echoed in Loz's rather empty mind. What did mother look like? He never did ask Kadaj that question. Well, with a question like that from the woman, she was definitely NOT the one he searched for. How could a mother forget her own son, right?

Fist met the wall once again, as Loz dejectedly and angrily turned backside to her. He didn't want her to see he was weeping. Yazoo would fuss at him for this, but he wasn't here, which made Loz even angrier. He was so confused and so upset at the same time, his emotions flaired up in a fit of chaos and ran rampant through his mind. "The castle took Mother away," he said quietly, sounding thoroughly upset.

Lana didn't need to see his face to know he was crying. She stared at his turned back. This HUGE man, this man who anyone in their right mind (which she clearly wasn't) would be leary of, who if you were walking on the same side of the street as you'd cross...was crying....about his mother. How TERRIBLY heartbreaking in a very bizarre way! She could relate to what it was like to lose a mother!

Lana stepped forward toward him and reached out her hand toward his shoulder (or as high up on his back as she could reach, rather) but stopped and pulled back. Probably a bad idea...or was it? She moved her hand back and forth several inches a few times then it struck her. The castle had taken his mother. That sounded terribly familiar. She stared, eye brows shooting up. She looked up and down his huge frame. There was no way..no way...
This huge man COULDN't be Loz could he?! That sweet, sad little person she'd met through the journal? It just wasn't possible....was it? She reached out her hand again then one more time pulled it back and locked it behind herself. She'd been lucky thus far but the man had just been punching shit, she didn't want to press her luck TOO far... She ducked slightly around him to see his face, her brows lowered with something between confusion and curiosity, "L..Loz?"

"Ha?" He turned and looked at her, his far hand still on the wall in the spot he hit. A confused look once again washed over his face and showed no signs of crying. He never did. But just how did she know his name? Now he was incredibly confused. She must've been one of those people he talked to on that journal, the one he tried to tear to bits but failed miserably.

But who exactly was she? He'd talked with so many people but only met a few of them. There was Ravi, Clark, Lana, Touya and Yachiru. Then there was Ping. He was definitely a she, but this one didn't try to hide it. There were others but he never cared to ask their names. He wasn't that social kind of person.

So who was she?

Lana could have died when he turned to her, making a sound of recognition at the name Loz. No...no way. This guy!? THIS GUY was sensitive ~~little~~ Loz!?
It took her a moment to realize that he had no idea who she was. For some reason she had the habit of thinking that since SHE knew who she was everyone did. She shook her head suddenly then gestured to herself with both hands, "Lana...Lana as in Lana from the weird magical journal." She glanced on the floor at where it was laying at a strange angle, "The one that's...on the floor?"

He looked down at the journal on the floor when she brought it up. He'd abused the poor thing. He'd torn it apart several times, thrown it across the room, and even stomped on it. And now it was under his foot, all mangled up and beaten. It would probably end up back to normal as soon as he picked it back up.

So this was Lana. Out of the strange writings he wrote to, hers seemed most inviting. He couldn't quite understand why, but then again, he was never the type to question much.

He stepped on the journal again like putting out a cigarette but with more anger and ferocity. He wasn't angry at the journal, but instead the castle itself. He related the book to the castle and that in itself was enough in Loz Logic to destroy the journal as many times as he saw fit.

Lana watched him grind the journal into the floor with his boot. His very huge and manly boot. She was still having problems believing that this was Loz. She'd pictured a little boy!
For some reason she found an odd fascination in watching him destroy the journal. Some part of her had wanted to do something similar this whole time. There was a part of her buried deep down that hated this castle and everything linked to it but she'd supressed it for the sake of her sanity. Loz, apparently, had not. Either that or someone had said something that he really didn't like.

She managed to break her enthralled stare at the smashing of the book and look up at Loz, eyebrows threatening her hairline again, "Did someone say something bad to you?"

"The castle broke Kadaj," Loz snarled. He wasn't as concerned with his lack of memories at the moment. He wanted to fix his brother.

Removing his foot, he bent down and reached up the tattered book, but as soon as he touched it, it seemed to go back to normal, just as before. Standing up, he frowned in absolute disdain. The thing kept returning to normal. He took the book with both hands and in one sharp motion, ripped the thing in half, then threw the pieces over his shoulder. It would be back to normal soon enough, so he really didn't care what state it was in right now.

Lana's eyes widened considerably. He had just done something that was more than the equivilent of tearing a phone book in half. She looked at where the book was lying in two pieces for several moments before looking back at Loz, startled.
Then with a look of determination she walked up to the wall and kicked it. It hurt. The damn thing bit back! Well..it didn't...but kicking a wall generally resulted in a little bit of pain. Equal and opposite and whatnot.

She wasn't sure why she did it. She knew very well kicking the castle wasn't about to 'fix' Loz's brother but for some reason she had felt terribly inclined to help.

Loz blinked. He didn't exactly expect that, but it was a welcomed suprise. "Stupid mean castle!" Loz fussed as fist met wall once again, the impact resounded once again through the hallway. Too bad the impact didn't do jack for damage.

Taking in a deep breath, he yelled, "FIX MY BROTHER!!!!"

Lana flinched as his fist met the wall. She looked at him in wonder then reached out and, without really thinking touched his arm and leaned over to look at his hand, "Doesn't that HURT?!"
The man was huge but the shock of his age and badassery was beginning to wear off as he said things like 'stupid mean castle'. He was certainly the Loz she'd met in the journal. She'd just completely misjudged his appearance.

Loz flinched at her touch and jerked away. No one had actually touched him, save when he got hit in a fight. His instinct said to retaliate, but something stopped him before he was even able to draw back. Instead he looked at her with this look of absolute disdain.

It was done in such a non-threatening manner, he didn't know what to make of the touch. He was made for fighting and this tender touch was something so foreign, so obscure his mind was unable to comprehend its meaning.

And so he just stood there with an expression crossed between confusing and anger, looking at her, unsure of what to do next.

Lana looked startled as he jerked away and cocked her head at his apparently unhappy expression. Did he not like being touched? Did it hurt him when she touched him. She blinked slowly at him, her hand not moving from the position it had been in when she touched him. She stood that way for several moments before she said something, "I'm sorry...did that hurt you? I didn't mean to.....sorry."
She wasn't quite sure what to say because she wasn't quite sure what his reaction meant. It was a very strange reaction to someone touching you.

His cat-like eyes focused first on her hand, then on her. There was something about her that didn't seem threatening although her movements could be interpreted as such. He simply kept his green eyes focused on her, cautiously observing her movements then she spoke, throwing a rather larrge spike on the tracks of that rickety train of thought. It was just enough to jar the train but not completely derail it.

Even with the spike on the tracks, Loz still looked at her cautiously, unsure if she was going to hit him or not. "Don't touch unless you're going to fight me," he replied. He was made for fighting and that's what he knew how to do best. She was very fortunate the violent streak hadn't kicked in yet. The sympathetic one was currently in control, which was somewhat abherrant, but he didn't bother to question why. He just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to suddenly lash out at him. And even if she did, he'd be prepared and would return the favor.

Lana dropped her hands looking vaguely concerned but more than a little bit fascinated. What a strange, strange person this was. She cocked her head to the other side and folded her hands in front of her, intensely curious. "Why not?" she asked boldly.
The rational part of her brain ranted in her head about being cautious, stupidity, and insanity but as was common with Lana she more or less disregarded it. This was waaaay too interesting to be very cautious about.

Truthfully he wasn't too aware why he was warning her and wasn't pounding her into the wall, he just was. He was a fighter. He relied on instinct more than logical thought, which gave him very strong fighting prowess but little mental thought. "Just don't," he replied sharply.

He wasn't too sure what to make of her still. She was sharp and bold, like Tifa, but didn't show any signs of wanting to fight, unlike Tifa. Truthfully, Tifa had been the only woman he could remember having contact with so he had little to compare when it came to Lana. She confused him, causing a conflict between his violent and sympathetic sides.

Lana made a strange face between being a little hurt and curious. She looked around and saw what she was looking for, a short table at the side of a hall. There was a vase on it. She walked over, took the vase off and dragged the table awkwardly to near where she'd been standing before. She then crawled on it and sat cross-legged leaning forward curiously.
"Do you just not like me or does no one ever touch you nicely?"
Lana's nerves were beginning to tingle. Her mind could sense his...not hostility but...his defensiveness. Instinctively she knew he had been THIS close to crushing her to bits. Logically she probably should have left off the subject but Lana was far from logical in these matters. To her he wasn't angry WITH HER, he seemed more confused and defensive than anything. She was pretty sure he wouldn't hurt her and if he did...well...oh well. Pain was inevitable in life. If someone went around avoiding it they'd have a very boring existance indeed.

Do you just not like me or does no one ever touch you nicely? Now there's a good question. He couldn't ever remember anyone quite acting like this towards him. True, Kadaj and Yazoo cared about him, but they had a no touchie rule. Touching was for fighting and that was it. That's what he knew as truth but here was this woman, questioning that very fundamental truth. He didn't know how to reply to her inquiry. This was beyond his scope of understanding. Way beyond it.

"Just don't touch me, unless you wanna fight," he said sharply. He'd never been one to give warnings but there was something about her that made him resist. He just couldn't understand why. Perhaps it was her boldness and her kindness that caused this internal conflict. Perhaps not.

Lana blinked at him. He hadn't even answered one part of her question. "Okay," she said finally. "No touching unless I want to fight...though just so you know I'll never want to fight you."
She folded her hands in her lap. "First of all..." she glanced up and down his entire height then shook her head, "There is no way, in this world or the next, that I could ever harm you even if I was to try because...well...there's just no way." She gave him a little smile. She was tiny, he was huge, she had no powers and he was kinda scary. "Second, I don't think I'd ever WANT to hurt you even if I could. I just don't see why I would want to," She said with a little shrug and a smile at him.

Threatening or not, the act of touching didn't mean anything different than a threat. If it were his brothers, there just might be an exception to that fundamental truth, but he had yet to find it. "Just don't touch," he repeated. She didn't seem to understand so he did what he found was most effective: repeat it.

An annoyed expression brushed across his face and he glanced over at the former notebook. Scratch that. The notebook was once again in one piece. It just wouldn't stay apart. Leaving the wall, he walked over to the notebook and picked it up, scowling at it. What made it come back together? No matter what he did, the thing returned to one piece. Oh well, it would serve it's usefulness again, most likely in the next few minutes.

Lana nodded, "I know, I know. No touching. Sorry."

She hopped off the table and picked up the vase that she'd dropped, "Wanna break a vase?"
She had almost offered to have him break her table but then where would she sit? It would have been most inconvenient for her. And Loz looked more like he wanted to break stuff than talk. She was a little weirded out about the touching subject. She couldn't touch him but he wondered if he could touch her? She decided to wait a little bit before asking that question.

Now that she seemed to understand about the touching issue, his face twisted into a rather bemused smirk. So she had a violent streak too, eh? Shrugging he took the vase and looked it over. This thing was no challenge to his strength. "Easy," he said, and he crushed the thing with ease, in one hand no less. The pieces of the shattered vase clattered to the floor from his leather-clad hand. "Heh."

Lana was utterly surprised, she'd expected him to fling it against the wall or stomp it with those scary!boots or something. That worked too though, she supposed. He was terribly strong, that's for sure. She smirked at him then raised a finger to point at nothing in particular, "Easy....but very satisfying."
She looked around, "Wait lemme get another one."
She scurried off down the hall and grabbed two more of them since they were lining the walls between every other door. She came back hauling two in her arms. She handed one to him then took her own and chucked it against the wall. God...that felt really good. She gave Loz a big grin and waited for him to dispose of his own.

This woman... this Lana... was incredibly amusing. She seemed so adamant about changing his mind earlier and now she was smashing things with him. His amusement shone through his twisted smirk. He took the next vase and crushed it with the right hand this time. He was dominant left, but his right was just as strong.

Lana jumped a little again. She couldn't help but be SLIGHTLY freaked out that he could just...smash stuff...with his hands. She pursed her lips and looked around for something else to smash. She'd suggest he go at the wall again but he didn't seem to be making any progress on THAT...which surprised her because he was obviously VERY strong. She looked at her table then at Loz...it took her a while to debate with herself whether or not she was going to sit down again but then grabbed it and dragged it over closer to Loz being extremely careful not to bump into him on accident then she scuttled back a ways. "For you!" She smiled. She wouldn't be able to smash it but he could. Smashing things was much better anger management then trying to smash things and failing like he was with the wall. Maybe it would make him feel better.

"Heh, wood. Easy." He took the table between two hands. The wood cracked with ease between his gloved hands like he crumpling paper. He let the shards of wood fall from his hands and it looked as if he were dropping a box of toothpicks. He was rather angry still so laying waste to a table was child's play. He watched the wood fall with a pleasurable smirk twisted across his face, his cat-like eyes pleased with the result.

Lana smiled at him then looked down and locked her hands behind her back in a way that was almost shy. She looked up at him, "So...I have a question...I know I'm not allowed to touch you. No touching! Because I don't want to fight!"
She smiled, "But are you allowed to touch me?" She held out one of her hands just slightly, palm up unthreateningly and pointed to the middle of her palm, "Like there?"

Well that was an odd question. She was very adamant about this touching thing. What was with her? "Touching means fighting," he replied, stepping on the wooden shards on the floor, crunching them beneath his boot. That equation was always true, both ways.

She looked down, frustrated, "But..it doesn't mean that for me." Lana sighed gustilly and went to lean back on the table that she had just given to Loz to crush, forgetting that she'd done just that. Her eyes widened as she lost her balance when the table announced that it was missing by not being there. She nearly fell and caught her balance then looked embarrassed. "....I forgot." She suddenly felt intensely embarrassed. Way to be distracted Lana, way to be distracted!

Loz watched her with his green cautious cat-like eyes. This one, although somewhat violent, was obviously not a fighter. A fighter was always aware of his surroundings and she obviously was not. As she stood up, he replied, "Touching is fighting. That's just how it is."

Lana shook her head, "No it's not. Well, not for me." She looked around for a moment, feeling frustrated with her inability to communicate what she wanted him to understand. She noticed some of the flowers from the vases they'd smashed on the floor. She leaned down and picked one up. "See? I'm touching this flower but I'm not being mean to it. I'm just holding it."
She then shook her head and smiled at him, setting the flower back down gently, "Never mind, it's ok that you don't understand. Maybe I can explain it someday."

What an odd analogy. Loz watched her, his eyebrows furrowed into a strange, confused look. "Flowers don't fight back." He'd stepped on enough of them to know that as truth. In fact, he hated flowers, especially lilies grown with lifestream water. He didn't get her analogy or why she was so adamant about touching, but he didn't give it much thought. It wasn't that important.

Lana actually laughed cheerfully at what he said and gave him a bright smile, "No, I suppose they dont. But...neither do I." She winked at Loz. She then glanced down the hall, "Well, Loz, I think I need to get something to eat so I'll leave you to your castle beating. Kick its ass!" She gave her fist a little toss in a 'woohoo' sort of manner then smiled and waved. "I'll see you later, ok?"

How could a person be a flower? Loz didn't like flowers but didn't mind her so there was no way she was a flower. If she were, he'd have to crush her. So she wasn't a flower.

And now the flower was walking away, to get food, his favorite pasttime, but he wasn't hungry right now. He was in smashy mode. So he simply nodded and returned to smashing the wall.

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