[The snow's kinda pretty, really. Yuffie has pushed most of it off the living room sofa and is sitting with her knees drawn up, one hand held out to watch the flakes collect on her skin and melt. It helps that she's found an oversized quilted jacket and a brilliantly stupid stocking hat in her room--it's got little cross-eyed snowmen on it and it ( Read more... )

[Sitting in the middle of the floor where her knees collapsed after reading her booklet, Yuffie is numb. Everything, they tried everything, and some stupid--! Are they that scared to vote? Or was she wrong, and are they killing people on purpose after all ( Read more... )

[Midnight is coming up, and Yuffie can't sleep. She's been trying not to go off alone, and though she wants nothing more than to start literally running up the walls--the concentration required for flips might clear her head a little--she doesn't want to land on anybody. Instead, she's pacing in a restless circle around the living room, ( Read more... )

Fine. Fine! [Yuffie looks like she might be sick or cry. She's been talking to the House again, and she doesn't like what it's telling her.]

If everybody's so worried about a majority tie, then fine! If you know for absolutely sure that you're innocent, then vote for me! [She hits herself on the chest with one fist, fiercely.] I'll be your ( Read more... )

[She's been using up paper since before the clock struck midnight, with the scaly green headband tied around her arm just under the old scrap of Aeris' pink ribbon. She never wanted to play this stupid, rotten game--but she isn't in the WRO for nothing, and she helped evacuate Midgar when Meteor was coming down red and horrible, and she has had it ( Read more... )

[Yuffie sits with her eyes tightly shut at the foot of the ice sculpture that was Lavi, her back turned to it, resting her chin on her drawn-up knees. There's a strip of green cloth clutched in her hand--she runs her thumb over the scaly pattern, over and over.]

[For once in her life, she isn't saying a word.]

Lavi? [Yuffie's hair is still damp from the pool, but her clothes are all in socially acceptable places, albeit she can't quite remember where she left her boots and socks and is therefore padding around barefoot, searching for her roommate.]

Hey, jerkface, where're you hiding? I have to talk to you.

[Yuffie pokes her head into the living room. Her expression is a strange mixture of weariness, restless energy, and stubborn determination to stay cheerful ( Read more... )

[Yuffie is, god help us, being quiet. Sitting in the kitchen, she's drinking a glass of milk and staring at the grain of the wood on the table. She dips her finger in the milk, and draws a little face on the table. The mouth wobbles--she smears it away and draws it again, carefully this time, a firm upward curve of a smile ( Read more... )

[The last chime fades, and a new notebook materializes in Yuffie's hand, to replace the one lying in shreds on her bedroom floor. Yuffie gives it a dirty look, then reluctantly flips it open, glancing quickly through the red names to find Konata's...there it is ( Read more... )