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characters: Zidane (heartsteal), Kunsel (iluphone), and Cloud (exguilty)
location: Slums
time: Right now.
rating: PG-13 (Just because Kunsel is all pink and naked |D)
open/closed: Closed
summary: Cloud needs some help finding his way back and he needs some bandages.
Cloud took refuge in one of the dark alleys after checking to see if it was clear, sliding down one of the walls. He told Zack and everyone else who made a comment about his wounds that he was fine, but right about now, he didn't feel so fine. From the looks of things, his wounds weren't going to stop leaking blood anytime soon. Well, the wound to his chest that is. Everything else had already clotted. He pressed a hand against his wound, wincing. Sephiroth really did a number on him before he was taken to this place. How he got here, he didn't know. He just hoped that Tifa and the others were fine.
Every little noise had the blond reaching for his sword, only to find it was something small and not a soldier trying to kill him. Now that he had some time to himself, he let himself think some. This place really confused him. Zack was alive, there was a kid saying he fought in a war with him, and then River. She didn't seem to know him like the kid, Zidane he thinks, but she sure confused him. Is the war that Zidane talked about the same as the one that was to happen here? Not even here for a day and it looked like he would be fighting for a while. Things never seemed to change.
Speaking of Zidane, he was supposed to be bringing bandages. Just where was that kid? Cloud blinked his eyes as the edges of his sight started to cloud. Damn, must have lost too much blood. The sleepiness started to set in, which told him he wasn't going to last too much longer if he actually fell asleep. Just a few minutes to rest didn't mean he would die right that second. He closed his eyes, tightening his grip on the hand guard of his sword.
location: Slums
time: Right now.
rating: PG-13 (Just because Kunsel is all pink and naked |D)
open/closed: Closed
summary: Cloud needs some help finding his way back and he needs some bandages.
Cloud took refuge in one of the dark alleys after checking to see if it was clear, sliding down one of the walls. He told Zack and everyone else who made a comment about his wounds that he was fine, but right about now, he didn't feel so fine. From the looks of things, his wounds weren't going to stop leaking blood anytime soon. Well, the wound to his chest that is. Everything else had already clotted. He pressed a hand against his wound, wincing. Sephiroth really did a number on him before he was taken to this place. How he got here, he didn't know. He just hoped that Tifa and the others were fine.
Every little noise had the blond reaching for his sword, only to find it was something small and not a soldier trying to kill him. Now that he had some time to himself, he let himself think some. This place really confused him. Zack was alive, there was a kid saying he fought in a war with him, and then River. She didn't seem to know him like the kid, Zidane he thinks, but she sure confused him. Is the war that Zidane talked about the same as the one that was to happen here? Not even here for a day and it looked like he would be fighting for a while. Things never seemed to change.
Speaking of Zidane, he was supposed to be bringing bandages. Just where was that kid? Cloud blinked his eyes as the edges of his sight started to cloud. Damn, must have lost too much blood. The sleepiness started to set in, which told him he wasn't going to last too much longer if he actually fell asleep. Just a few minutes to rest didn't mean he would die right that second. He closed his eyes, tightening his grip on the hand guard of his sword.