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paixaorpg2006-03-01 11:14 pm
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Somewhere Only We Know [ Open / Flashback ]
Characters: Vincent Valentine and Cid Highwind.
Content: Vincent returns to Cid's to drop off money.
Time: Thursday Night.
Setting: Cid's Store
Warnings: Cid swears?
Outside, lightning flashed through the night sky. It was raining lightly and there stood a dark figure under an awning outside a certain smoking, swearing, goddamn-tea-drinking pilot's shop. It was way too wet outside to leave the object there. The figure's red eyes stood out most, looking around for safe spot for the drop. No, the wind was pushing the rain sideways getting up the awning. He would have to find a way to leave it inside. Looking at the watch on his right arm, he noted it was late enough that everyone should be asleep. Those eyes looked left and right, checking to see if it was clear, then knelt down, eye level with the door knob.
He took out a small object from the inside of his cloak, that shined in the moon's light. The object was slid into the keyslot, and after a few seconds of fiddling with the tiny levers the bolt was pulled back into the door, the object was placed back into his cloak pocket, and the figure made a quick entrance through the door. Quietly closing the door behind him, Vincent crouched, his red eyes scanning his surroundings. Didn't look like anyone was in the front shop. There, the front counter. That was a perfect place to leave it. It, was a envelope filled with money he had found earlier with a letter of apology. Vincent didn't know that Yaten had left Cid's care, and had thanked Cid anyway in the letter.
Moving quickly to the counter, making hardly a noise, Vincent removed the envelope from his cloak, and placed it on the counter. Mission completed, Vincent turned to leave, feeling like he had lifted a heavy weight from his heart.
Content: Vincent returns to Cid's to drop off money.
Time: Thursday Night.
Setting: Cid's Store
Warnings: Cid swears?
Outside, lightning flashed through the night sky. It was raining lightly and there stood a dark figure under an awning outside a certain smoking, swearing, goddamn-tea-drinking pilot's shop. It was way too wet outside to leave the object there. The figure's red eyes stood out most, looking around for safe spot for the drop. No, the wind was pushing the rain sideways getting up the awning. He would have to find a way to leave it inside. Looking at the watch on his right arm, he noted it was late enough that everyone should be asleep. Those eyes looked left and right, checking to see if it was clear, then knelt down, eye level with the door knob.
He took out a small object from the inside of his cloak, that shined in the moon's light. The object was slid into the keyslot, and after a few seconds of fiddling with the tiny levers the bolt was pulled back into the door, the object was placed back into his cloak pocket, and the figure made a quick entrance through the door. Quietly closing the door behind him, Vincent crouched, his red eyes scanning his surroundings. Didn't look like anyone was in the front shop. There, the front counter. That was a perfect place to leave it. It, was a envelope filled with money he had found earlier with a letter of apology. Vincent didn't know that Yaten had left Cid's care, and had thanked Cid anyway in the letter.
Moving quickly to the counter, making hardly a noise, Vincent removed the envelope from his cloak, and placed it on the counter. Mission completed, Vincent turned to leave, feeling like he had lifted a heavy weight from his heart.