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paixaorpg2009-12-13 05:15 pm
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hammers are falling, i said 'my darling' [ active ]
Character(s): Cloud & OPEN
Content: He's on his way to Cid's shop, and stops to brood at the station for awhile.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 15; Afternoon
Warnings: None!
A lot of things had been running through Cloud's mind lately, ever since Zack had been on that -- network thing. The only explanation for his being alive had to do with the fluctuation of time in this place, just like Cid had said. And, of course, that opened up a world of possibilities, including the chance that even... she could be alive, somewhere. Aerith.
Sitting on one of the benches, he had wrapped up his sword in rags that a merchant was throwing away. There was no sense in drawing more attention to himself than he needed. He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, and sat, focusing on one point on the floor.
He wanted to see Zack though, he knew that for sure. He just didn't know how to approach the situation... How do you tell someone you took on their life, thinking it was your own? Especially if it was someone you respected -- looked up to, even.
Heaving a sigh, he was losing himself in thought.
Content: He's on his way to Cid's shop, and stops to brood at the station for awhile.
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: Week 15; Afternoon
Warnings: None!
A lot of things had been running through Cloud's mind lately, ever since Zack had been on that -- network thing. The only explanation for his being alive had to do with the fluctuation of time in this place, just like Cid had said. And, of course, that opened up a world of possibilities, including the chance that even... she could be alive, somewhere. Aerith.
Sitting on one of the benches, he had wrapped up his sword in rags that a merchant was throwing away. There was no sense in drawing more attention to himself than he needed. He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, and sat, focusing on one point on the floor.
He wanted to see Zack though, he knew that for sure. He just didn't know how to approach the situation... How do you tell someone you took on their life, thinking it was your own? Especially if it was someone you respected -- looked up to, even.
Heaving a sigh, he was losing himself in thought.