I want to go to a place where
WHO: (oh...god) The Welcome Crew: Lucy Heartphilia [keystothezodiac ], Maka Albarn [falce ], Tifa Lockhart [anunlockedheart ], Teresachrist of the Faint Smile [teresachrist ], Giselle[
how_do_i_know ]
The Arrivals: Spirit/Death Scythe [
maka_papa ], Roy Harper/Arsenal [eatshootsnleves ], Hatsuharu Sohma [
its_an_oxymoron ], Medusa [
vector_arrow ], Jason Todd [tightpantsrawr ], "Quicksword" Ilena [whoneedsarms ], Cid Highwind [highwindtech ], Ophelia [ripplingsword ], Death the Kid [symmetriphiliac ], Ciel Phantomhive [faustianprince ] and Lyle Dylandy. Also, OPEN.
WHAT: Welcome Wagon
WHERE: Docks, beach, whatevs
WHEN: Uh, earlier today? |D Backlogged
Tifa found herself by the docks more often than not as of late. Aimless wandering had never been something she'd done: her mentor, first, and then the tougher times, in Midgar taught her early on that wandering without purpose could be(and often was) dangerous. But in this place, there wasn't much else she could do, wasn't much else she wanted to do. She didn't miss home so much as she missed feeling as if she belonged to something. Her makeshift family, her teammates, the rebuilding of the Planet to its previous splendor. Families could be recreated anywhere she went, she knew, but every family she lost chipped a little piece of her away. Denzel and Marlene had come and gone from this place, she'd lost Cloud once and Rock was gone too, and now Yuffie...they hadn't seen Yuffie in so long.
The pieces would get chipped away here, over and over again, until one day she looked and she'd be another person entirely. With that depressing thought in mind, she sighed heavily and sat at the edge of the docks, glancing up briefly at the sound of ruckus from one of the ships before returning her attention elsewhere. One of the guards made an attempt to shoo her away from the docks, but a sharp look made him shuffle away to bother someone else.
"Wonder why they're so gruff," she muttered to herself. "I'm just sitting here."
The rain was gentle today, and her dark hair clung to her face as she stared down into the water. Maybe one of the reasons she kept coming here was out of the hope that someone she knew would arrive, that they'd stay this time.
She'd always been something of an optimist, after all.
[ooc: Sorry for the wait, and newbies, plz to be adding your own tags. Thanks so much. :D]
how_do_i_know ]
The Arrivals: Spirit/Death Scythe [
maka_papa ], Roy Harper/Arsenal [eatshootsnleves ], Hatsuharu Sohma [
its_an_oxymoron ], Medusa [
vector_arrow ], Jason Todd [tightpantsrawr ], "Quicksword" Ilena [whoneedsarms ], Cid Highwind [highwindtech ], Ophelia [ripplingsword ], Death the Kid [symmetriphiliac ], Ciel Phantomhive [faustianprince ] and Lyle Dylandy. Also, OPEN.
WHAT: Welcome Wagon
WHERE: Docks, beach, whatevs
WHEN: Uh, earlier today? |D Backlogged
Tifa found herself by the docks more often than not as of late. Aimless wandering had never been something she'd done: her mentor, first, and then the tougher times, in Midgar taught her early on that wandering without purpose could be(and often was) dangerous. But in this place, there wasn't much else she could do, wasn't much else she wanted to do. She didn't miss home so much as she missed feeling as if she belonged to something. Her makeshift family, her teammates, the rebuilding of the Planet to its previous splendor. Families could be recreated anywhere she went, she knew, but every family she lost chipped a little piece of her away. Denzel and Marlene had come and gone from this place, she'd lost Cloud once and Rock was gone too, and now Yuffie...they hadn't seen Yuffie in so long.
The pieces would get chipped away here, over and over again, until one day she looked and she'd be another person entirely. With that depressing thought in mind, she sighed heavily and sat at the edge of the docks, glancing up briefly at the sound of ruckus from one of the ships before returning her attention elsewhere. One of the guards made an attempt to shoo her away from the docks, but a sharp look made him shuffle away to bother someone else.
"Wonder why they're so gruff," she muttered to herself. "I'm just sitting here."
The rain was gentle today, and her dark hair clung to her face as she stared down into the water. Maybe one of the reasons she kept coming here was out of the hope that someone she knew would arrive, that they'd stay this time.
She'd always been something of an optimist, after all.
[ooc: Sorry for the wait, and newbies, plz to be adding your own tags. Thanks so much. :D]