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This Quiet Serves Only to Conceal | Traverse Town . Second District . Hotel [ Complete ]

Jan 07, 2006 20:23

It still felt a little unreal, even after so many years. In his mind, Sephiroth was still the General, after all, and to have stood here exchanging words with him... Well, it had been interesting. The awe had worn off long ago, obviously, but it would still take some getting used to ( Read more... )

zell dinchet, leon

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ehrgeiz_king January 8 2006, 05:48:44 UTC

His walk from the car was unnecessarily, though it helped that he didn't quite know where the hell he was (not that he would ever admit that). He dragged his feet along the cold stone, feeling oddly tired. It seemed like he had just woken up only hours ago, and yet here he was, wandering the after-hours with a bottle of bourbon in hand. He couldn't quite place how he knew it was even night at all, what with Traverse Town's eternal darkness, but he supposed it didn't matter.

As soon as he entered an area that wasn't shielded from the elements it became pretty obvious that it was snowing. Fucking hell. That was just ten levels of lame. He really hated the cold, and the fact that he constantly worse a t-shirt and shorts didn't exactly help his predicament. His pace was immediately quickened, and he ducked back into the narrow ally passageway in an attempt to evade the snow, if only partially ( ... )

grumpy_lion January 8 2006, 07:04:13 UTC

He hadn't meant to doze off, but it just went to show what five shots of whiskey could do to a man. Even Leon, who was quite seasoned when it came to the art of liquor comsumption, was susceptible, and that, combined with an annoyingly eventful day, was enough to make him prone to sleep.

It seemed his day was about to get even more eventful.

He jerked awake the very moment contact was made, but whatever had settled its weight on him was off before he could properly put up a struggle. In the pitch darkness, the rude awakening caused his adrenaline surge. Was it a Heartless? Only a Heartless could be that fast, right? And if so, how did the bloody fucker get in here ( ... )

ehrgeiz_king January 8 2006, 07:24:31 UTC

The stance was immediately dropped in favor of shield, his eyes. Getting so used to dimly lit places, it really burned. Then he remembered that the action would leave him wide open for an attack, so the arm was quickly torn aside.

He blinked a few good times, vision not quite focused. He could make out a blurred outline of what appeared to be a man, but then again, there were some strange Heartless out there, so his guard was kept. It wasn't until the gray dissolved completely that he let his arms hang at his sides.

The man sitting on the bed had long chocolate hair, and he wore leather and lots of belts, but not much else could be made out because his face was in his hands. He look really familiar though, and Zell couldn't get rid of the nagging sensation that he knew the man.

Something clicked in his mind.

He threw his hands up and his head back in surprise. "Squall? Is that you, man?"

grumpy_lion January 8 2006, 07:38:43 UTC

Of course. He should have known it would've been asking for too much.

Squall. Hyne, but hearing that name made him wince. He dropped his hands away from his face, though he kept his head lowered for the moment. Even with its feathered ends, his hair was much longer than it had been when he was a SeeD. It concealed his face easily, and he used that temporary concealment to smooth his features back into that stoic mask.

He could have just walked out of there, but that only meant putting it off. As far as Leon knew, they were going to be "housemates" of sorts for an indefinite amount of time. There would be a confrontation sooner or later, so why not get it over with now?

"I don't go by that name anymore," he finally answered, rising to his feet. He took a few steps away from the bed, reaching up to comb gloved fingers through his hair, which was still a little damp from the snow. There was another pause, shorter this time, before he turned to face the blond, his former SeeD comrade. "Zell."

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ehrgeiz_king January 13 2006, 00:51:22 UTC

"Staying here?" he repeated. "That it?" That was just lame, and it even bordered sucking. While Zell had met some nice people in Traverse, he seriously doubted he'd stay there if he could help it. The place was dull, even by his standards, which was a bit sad considering that he was good at finding new ways to entertain himself ( ... )

grumpy_lion January 13 2006, 02:02:05 UTC

Leon nodded. That was it. He couldn't blame him for the incredolous tone, though. Hell, sometiems he wondered why he bothered to stay, but at the same time, he was convinced he would find nothing beyond Traverse as it was.

Besides, he already had a project keeping him tied to this shithole, didn't he?

Reno. Reno... Yeah, that rang a bell. If he didn't remember the guy that well off the top of his head, Leon figured it was probably for the best. The way Zell was talking about the guy, he didn't sound like anyone worth remembering, and the Zell he remembered from Garden was only that critical about people who probably deserved it ( ... )

ehrgeiz_king January 14 2006, 03:18:29 UTC

When the bottle was taken, Zell took it upon himself to flop back down onto the bed. Words couldn't describe how nice it felt after falling asleep in the waterway, of all places. He sat up and bounced on the edge of the seat. Man, he had never noticed how nice the bed was.

"You want me to find some glasses, or can we share the bottle?" Couldn't hurt to try the stuff, right?

grumpy_lion January 14 2006, 04:25:47 UTC

It didn't take long for Leon to the bottle opened. As mentioned before, the brunet had a lot practice in that department. He turned it in his hands, taking a look at the label out of curiosity. His brows rose slightly, though rather than making a comment about the bourbons (surprisingly good) quality, he glanced over at Zell.

So, Zell was planning on having a taste of some of this stuff, too? Since when did he start drinking? He almost asked, but instead he shook his head in response to his question. Glasses sounded troublesome.

"We can share," he said, holding the bottle out to him. Since it was Zell's Leon figured it was only fair that he take the first drink.

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grumpy_lion February 1 2006, 01:47:36 UTC

The Coliseum. Leon closed his eyes in annoyance. He hadn't been to the Coliseum in a long time, and he wasn't planning on going back anytime soon. The humiliation of his last visit had yet to wear off. He only hoped Cloud and Zell didn't... discover anything about that, if they intended on going that soon.

"She did say something about going to Hollow Bastion," he said after a pause. "In a couple of days, or something. I could tell her for..." The yawn, however, caused him to pause, and Leon raised his head to glance over at the blond.

"You really shouldn't drink," he mused, rising from his chair and moving over to the bed. He plucked the bourbon bottle from Zell's grasp and turned back to the table, where he set it down. "If you're going to sleep, leave some room for me," he said, perhaps a little more tersely than he intended. "I'm going to be rooming here for a little while, since Aerith's taken my room."

ehrgeiz_king February 1 2006, 02:23:09 UTC

The truth was, he wasn't really paying attention as Leon spoke. There was, trying to have a conversation, and the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to the bottle being pulled away from him. He was sleeping far too much lately, it seemed, and yet he was always tired. Maybe he was just getting too much sleep. Yes, sleep was bad, especially oversleep.

"Yeah, okay..." he drawled at Leon's comments. Thinking was beginning to take far too much brain power; his head was hurting from it. Come to think of it, standing was too. There he was, standing perfectly normally, and found himself suddenly falling back onto the bed involuntarily.

Maybe sleep wasn't to bad after all. He was out like a light.

grumpy_lion February 1 2006, 02:43:29 UTC

All Leon heard was a loud whump. His hand was still on the bottle of bourbon when he turned to see the former SeeD sprawled across one side of the bed, practically unconscious.

"..." He lifted the bottle and peered at its contents, swirling them absently. He frowned thoughtfuly for a moment before shrugging and dowing the rest. As far as he could tell, he was doing Zell a favor. No more booze for him. With a sigh, he set the tehmpty bottle down and then flopped back onto the chair. Seeing Zell on the bed like that, he suddenly realized that he really didn't want to share. He'd stay awake a little longer to write on entry on his new journal.

Cheap whiskey and potent bourbon were finally doing their work, however, and soon he didn't have it in him he keep doing. He jotted down a few more things before pushing it away and dozing off with his head pillowed in his arms.