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paixaorpg2009-03-26 05:36 pm
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i ain't cut out to be no jesse james. [ complete ]
Character(s): Jecht, Cid... Anyone who is around the area, pop by! By all means!
Content: Jecht's looking for information on Paixao, learns about the Organization, the Resistance and finds himself a place to stay, all thanks to Cid!
Setting: Jecht's walk from the Café, to Cid's shop.
Time: Mid-day.
Warnings:Jecht and Cid. I think you see where I'm going with this.
It was with three baked-fresh buns in his arms that Jecht ventured towards what he was pretty sure -- was the right direction to that Cid guy's shop. He had had to do his share of convincing to get them to give him the food for such a dulled and bent buckle as the one he'd tried to give them. He had even gone through the lengths of cleaning it before brining it in! Nevermind that it was a quick spit-shine...
As he walked, he looked upwards, that weird machina-journal thing fastened to the clothing around his waist. They really had this place all figured out, huh? The domes probably got to Jecht the most. He didn't like that layer between him and the sky. For having lived in a big city all his life, Jecht still loved the outdoors enough to feel -- uncomfortable about them.
Okay, so the walk was a little long for him. But having come out of those gates with the two huge guys -- Joutenheim? He was luck enough that he hadn't popped up on the other side of the place. He was down to the final half of the last bun he carted with him as he approached the building that had to be the shop in question. Hah! He could read maps too, when he wanted. With his mouth still full of food, he bellowed out a cry to anyone inside. "Hey! Yo! Anybody home??"
Content: Jecht's looking for information on Paixao, learns about the Organization, the Resistance and finds himself a place to stay, all thanks to Cid!
Setting: Jecht's walk from the Café, to Cid's shop.
Time: Mid-day.
Warnings:Jecht and Cid. I think you see where I'm going with this.
It was with three baked-fresh buns in his arms that Jecht ventured towards what he was pretty sure -- was the right direction to that Cid guy's shop. He had had to do his share of convincing to get them to give him the food for such a dulled and bent buckle as the one he'd tried to give them. He had even gone through the lengths of cleaning it before brining it in! Nevermind that it was a quick spit-shine...
As he walked, he looked upwards, that weird machina-journal thing fastened to the clothing around his waist. They really had this place all figured out, huh? The domes probably got to Jecht the most. He didn't like that layer between him and the sky. For having lived in a big city all his life, Jecht still loved the outdoors enough to feel -- uncomfortable about them.
Okay, so the walk was a little long for him. But having come out of those gates with the two huge guys -- Joutenheim? He was luck enough that he hadn't popped up on the other side of the place. He was down to the final half of the last bun he carted with him as he approached the building that had to be the shop in question. Hah! He could read maps too, when he wanted. With his mouth still full of food, he bellowed out a cry to anyone inside. "Hey! Yo! Anybody home??"