Snippet #1747492

Senerio Aiku

Senerio was only mildly surprised when Skylar got up onto the roof. Usually the leader didn't wake up before noon, being extremely lazy at times (not like Senerio would ever point that out), but the whole treaty thing meant that everyone had to get up and get moving earlier than usual... Except Senerio. He was always up early, to the annoyance of some of the members of the Poison. They didn't like it when he trained, because he'd always make loud thumping noises from his movements. Well, more than anything, when he was attacking. Senerio didn't really care about being silent; he wasn't an assassin. He just went around and beat the crap out of people who pissed off the Poisons.

"When do you sleep?" Senerio finished one last attack before turning and looking at the leader. He looked tired, which was unusual... Well, only because Skylar was usually too paranoid to let his guard down around anyone, even members of his own gang. Senerio knew that the only reason he was letting his guard down now was because he trusted Senerio... More or less. It didn't feel good so much as it confirmed what Senerio already knew: Skylar didn't trust anybody but a select few gang members.

"When the others get up, we got somewhere to be. I wanna talk with the others again to figure out what we're gonna do." Skylar yawned and turned back around, waving a lazy hand at Senerio. "When you're done with all that, eat something." Senerio nodded, but Skylar just let the roof. Senerio let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slowly. He didn't feel very hungry, but he knew he should eat... Figuring he could just get something later, Senerio went back to training, though his mind wasn't really paying attention.

More than anything he was still thinking about the other gangs. Could they be trusted? Senerio knew that the Sirens had gone out to take care of a smaller gang that was trying to break apart the alliance, but did that mean they were reliable? Senerio didn't really like them. In all honesty, their excitement and raw emotion was a little too much for him to process. He had trouble identifying emotions in his fellow Poisons, let alone a bunch of preppy girls who seemed to have a strange affinity for the color pink. It went without saying that they were not Senerio's favorite gang.

On the other hand, the Keys and Bullets weren't one hundred percent trustable either. The Keys were smooth and polite, certainly, but Senerio knew (from past experience) that the leader had a strong dislike of the Poisons. Senerio wasn't quite sure why, but they wouldn't be on the top of his 'trustable' list of people... Which, in all honesty, was quite a short list of one word: himself. The Keys might act all polite, but Senerio trusted their leader about as far as he could throw a car... Not very much, at all.

Now came the Bullets. Were they not trustable, or was Senerio letting his past get in the way of his thoughts? He hoped not. It had taken him long enough to gather his mind and return to some semblance of reasonable thought, and even then he knew the others were wary around him. Besides all that, he simply didn't like the Bullets on principal. Even if none of them had anything to do with his past, he couldn't trust them. It was as simple as that. Senerio shook his head. He was letting his own personal feelings (which were few in number, admittedly) cloud his judgement... And he knew that would get you killed.

Face contorting into a feral snarl, Senerio grabbed one of his daggers and threw it at the stuffed dummy. It crumpled to its knees, the dagger having cut right through the rope holding it up and digging itself into the wooden post behind it. Calming down, he sighed again and walked over, pulling the dagger from the wood as the door to the roof opened up again. Senerio took in a deep breath and let it out, calming himself further. He was going to need all the patience he could to deal with Kita and his energy... It wasn't like Senerio was tired, he just didn't like working with emotions. They confused him.

“Neh, Senerio! We have a meeting today!” Kita called out, as if Senerio didn't know that already. The black-haired young man put his dagger back silently, not replying. “Oh and I have ice cream…if you want some that is! I don’t mind sharing.” Ice cream? For breakfast? Besides, he wasn't hungry. Senerio shook his head again, walking over to Kita. The pink-haired teen didn't seem to mind his decline. If anything, he was glad, because that meant more for him to eat. "Kita-san... Are you only eating that?" Senerio asked, instinctively using the honorifics taught to him years ago. "It would be better if you ate more of those strawberries you enjoy... I believe we have some freshly washed," Senerio mentioned off-hand. He was the second oldest in the top four of the Poisons, but he acted more like a caretaker sometimes. It wasn't like he really cared about them (they only had a working relationship, if that), but if they stayed healthy and alive then it improved his chances of staying healthy and alive.

"If Kita-san wants, I can cut him something else to eat," Senerio offered as he walked past the pinkette, heading down to the kitchen. He supposed he should get something to eat. After all, he didn't have much weight on him as it was.