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Saturday, March 16th, one week before the annual purge.
Strade was excitedly packing his bags giggling to himself like a mad man…probably because he is. “Oooh Ren! Isn't this exciting your first purge! You know I remember my first purge. It sure was an experience I'll tell you that! I actually started around 5 years ago-’
The half fox looking boy cut him off, tying up his little bindle. “Yes yes I know the story! You tell it every year!” He complained as Strade scoffs.
“Well obviously I can't leave you home alone for an extended period of time, you Booby trapped the house last year!’ Ren Huff's dramatically as he stands, throwing the stick and cloth over his shoulder. “Ok ok fine…are we ready then?” He asked, trying to look excited but..it's just not there. But that's ok strade is excited for both of them.
“HELL YEAH! LET'S PURGE BABY!!’ He picks up his duffel bag and they are out the door. The heat is already beating down on them. Ren won't stop whining. “It's sooooo hooootttt are we there yet? I need a ginger ale and a bag of peanuts.” he Huff's already sweating bullets, wiping his forehead.
He earns a snort from the older man. “ha! No no buddy we’re not going to the airport! I know a guy he owes me…kinda’. he muttered as Ren squinted “I don't trust that”.
AROUND 30 MINUTES TO 2 HOURS LATER
They were standing in a field with an old timey looking plane and 3 other men, one was the pilot, the other was the assistant to…Anatole Zsa-Zsa Korda. who was holding a pocket watch hearing it tick before looking up at the two “ah.. strade my dear friend id thought you'd never show!” He laughs like the rich snob he is.
He immediately stopped himself “well come along we don't have all day.” He says stepping inside the plane, up the stairs, clicking a Caine he doesn't need.
The others soon followed. They were all buckled in click, click, click of each of their seat belts. Strade sat next to Anatole with a huge grin on his face.
“Man it's been awhile since we hung out like this! How's your son?’ he asked but Zsa-Zsa Korda didn't seem all that interested. He just continues reading his book “Which one?” He questioned flipping through the pages “...uh” strade doesn't know any of their names.
Ren was squirming in his seat “um…excuse me Mr Korda?...do you have any ginger ale I think I'm getting air sick..” he muttered getting…no reaction from the man as he just kept reading. “Oh ok screw me then”' Ren mutters to himself trying to keep his stomach from doing back flips.
It was relatively a peaceful flight. His assistant came out of the bathroom buckling back up “whoo! Do not! Go in-” the back of the plane was suddenly ripped off leaving only his bottom half in the seat.
Zsa-Zsa Korda takes an inhale of his cigar before closing his book “stay here..” he says walking to the cock pit and closing the door like everything is fine and the engines aren't failing and they're not falling at incredibly high speeds
…. yeah they're totally freaking out. thanks to the force of the wind they are ripped out of the plane now falling from 30k feet in the air Ren is screaming and flailing like he's falling to his death.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHH! inhale AHHHHHHHHHH” strade was falling beside him before hitting him over the head. “Ren! Stop panicking! I can fix this” he yells though it can barely be heard over the wind speed in their ears. “WHAT?!” Ren calls out cupping over his mouth. “I SAID I CAN FIX THIS” strade screams back louder. “HOW!?’ Ren snaps at him as strade was ‘swimming’ mid air to reach one of the plane chairs bucking himself in and grabbing the mask from above that was also conveniently falling.
Ren watches him start hyper ventilating “HOW DOES THAT HELP?!” Ren screeched. “It helps with my anxiety, you're on your own," Strade tells him calmly before going back to hyperventilating.
Ren started flapping his arms like that would help. His panic was interrupted by three figures falling past them at insanely high speeds…beating the shit out of…. Monsters? “NAILS, HEELS, BLADE, MASCARA.” “FIT CHECK FOR MY NAPLM ERA.” "NEED TO BEAT MY FACE MAKE IT CUTE AND SAVAGE! MIRROR MIRROR ON MY PHONE WHOS THE BADDEST? us hello?" their voices are already fading away from them falling farther but damn they're really giving it to those monsters.“...huh now there's something you don't see every day..” strade mutters, before they both immediately go back to panicking and screaming.
and…they fall into a dumpster behind a concert, a very loud, epic, badass concert. Ren climbs out weakly falling on his face on the cement. “owwww…my everything..” he whined trying to get up as Strade groans reaching out of the Dumpster.
“...aww..Ren help me up...” he groans, holding his hand up for Ren to pull him out. When they get a look at their surroundings, huge billboard screens showcasing things in languages they don't understand, Ren is amazed by the.. everything around him. “Woah…” he whispered with stars in his eyes before snapping out of it, shaking his head.
“uh strade…I think we might be in like…Korea or something” he mutters. “PFFT! Don't be stupid Korda knows what he's doing, he's a smart man…this is probably Town Square!’ he says Dusting himself off.
“no strade really i-i think this Korea…every one here looks Korean!” He tries to keep his voice down but he's panicking. “Ohhhh ok woooowww so just because we're surrounded by Koreans, and everyone speaks Korean, and everything is written in Korean ma-agically means we’re in Korea. woooooowwww ... .and I thought I was racist” strade says super full of himself. Ren blinks “STRADE WHAT DO WE DO!?” he screams at him, flailing his arms.
“ok ok uh…well we still have a week till the purge…I'm sure we can fix this’.