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paixaorpg2010-04-10 08:39 pm
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WHEN YOU SEE YOURSELF IN A CROWDED ROOM. [ ACTIVE ]
Character(s): Cloud and... Cloud. CLOSED. you don't want no part'a this, dewey cox.
Content: The two finally come face to face!
Setting: O Pastor Hotel. Cloud (FFVII)'s room.
Time: Late Afternoon-ish.
Warnings: Remains to be seen!
The room he had been staying in lately certainly left something to be desired. As he sat at the small table, looking around the place was all he could do to pass the time, waiting for the one who also called himself 'Cloud Strife' to arrive. The walls desperately needed a paint job, and the bed, lumpy and worn out as it was, certainly wasn't a fitting place to relax.
Of course, he hadn't been sleeping very much the past few nights. Especially since the girl who called herself 'Aerith' had posted on the communication network.
Cloud needed to do this. He needed to see for himself, the man who claimed to be him, the one that sounded just like he did. In his mind, despite the inner turmoil it was stirring, he kept replaying Cid's words, over and over, for reassurance.
You're Cloud -- and he's a different Cloud.
He stared at the door, waiting, tapping his fingers against the worn-out, stained wood of the table's surface.
Content: The two finally come face to face!
Setting: O Pastor Hotel. Cloud (FFVII)'s room.
Time: Late Afternoon-ish.
Warnings: Remains to be seen!
The room he had been staying in lately certainly left something to be desired. As he sat at the small table, looking around the place was all he could do to pass the time, waiting for the one who also called himself 'Cloud Strife' to arrive. The walls desperately needed a paint job, and the bed, lumpy and worn out as it was, certainly wasn't a fitting place to relax.
Of course, he hadn't been sleeping very much the past few nights. Especially since the girl who called herself 'Aerith' had posted on the communication network.
Cloud needed to do this. He needed to see for himself, the man who claimed to be him, the one that sounded just like he did. In his mind, despite the inner turmoil it was stirring, he kept replaying Cid's words, over and over, for reassurance.
You're Cloud -- and he's a different Cloud.
He stared at the door, waiting, tapping his fingers against the worn-out, stained wood of the table's surface.