Out on your own (Closed)
Characters: Cloud Strife (de-faulty-hero) & Kurapika (ih8spiders)
Where: Hallway of the 7th Floor
Rating: PG
Time: August 1st
Description: Cloud returns after a hard day of hunting around for Crane, and he finds Kurapika lurking around on the 7th floor searching for something. Conversation ensues.
How long had he been out searching the entire city for his quarry? He had lost track of the days, but he had continued to keep up with the number of victims involved. How many had there been now? He supposed the better question would be how many more before he finally caught up with this Dr. Crane and debilitated the man enough to stop. He hadn't yet decided if killing was an option, given that Sephiroth had made enemies regardless of popularity. Now the girl... then who?
He trudged up the steps to the seventh floor of the Casualty Communal building, tired and dirty from wandering around in the heat of the day. It was time for his daily shower and a few lost glances at the empty shelves of his apartment before he just decided to leave again and continued with the search. He hadn't found it worth his while to come back in the nights to sleep, not when the cooler nights made it easier to search entire buildings. He could have an 'A' for effort at least.
Sighing, he elbowed open the door to the seventh floor and walked heavily down the hallway towards his room. His face and arms were smudged with dirt from the desert and moving around unused buildings and even peering out at the desert itself. He didn't normally sweat much, not since acquiring his enhancements, but even he found the heat enough to cause the natural reaction from his body. At least he didn't stink, he reasoned as he paused outside of apartment C.
He leaned his head back and tried to remember which of his many pockets he had left his key in. It was tiring rooting through all of them in search of a small key when it would be so much easier not to lock it. Years of rooting through other people's houses had taught him that privacy wasn't safe unless locked up.
Ah, back pocket, he finally thought to himself and fished around until he found the key. He slipped it into the lock and twisted it until the latched made an obvious noise.
Where: Hallway of the 7th Floor
Rating: PG
Time: August 1st
Description: Cloud returns after a hard day of hunting around for Crane, and he finds Kurapika lurking around on the 7th floor searching for something. Conversation ensues.
How long had he been out searching the entire city for his quarry? He had lost track of the days, but he had continued to keep up with the number of victims involved. How many had there been now? He supposed the better question would be how many more before he finally caught up with this Dr. Crane and debilitated the man enough to stop. He hadn't yet decided if killing was an option, given that Sephiroth had made enemies regardless of popularity. Now the girl... then who?
He trudged up the steps to the seventh floor of the Casualty Communal building, tired and dirty from wandering around in the heat of the day. It was time for his daily shower and a few lost glances at the empty shelves of his apartment before he just decided to leave again and continued with the search. He hadn't found it worth his while to come back in the nights to sleep, not when the cooler nights made it easier to search entire buildings. He could have an 'A' for effort at least.
Sighing, he elbowed open the door to the seventh floor and walked heavily down the hallway towards his room. His face and arms were smudged with dirt from the desert and moving around unused buildings and even peering out at the desert itself. He didn't normally sweat much, not since acquiring his enhancements, but even he found the heat enough to cause the natural reaction from his body. At least he didn't stink, he reasoned as he paused outside of apartment C.
He leaned his head back and tried to remember which of his many pockets he had left his key in. It was tiring rooting through all of them in search of a small key when it would be so much easier not to lock it. Years of rooting through other people's houses had taught him that privacy wasn't safe unless locked up.
Ah, back pocket, he finally thought to himself and fished around until he found the key. He slipped it into the lock and twisted it until the latched made an obvious noise.