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alyssapillar.livejournal.com2011-11-19 03:40 pm(no subject)
[ 6am seems like the perfect time to get up. or at least to a certain little girl, anyway, especially when it is soon going to become a magical day. but first her eyes land at the foot of her bed, briefly sad to see that her kitty is nowhere in sight (aw...) but knows that he couldn't have gone too far. this isn't the main thing on her mind, though. what is on her mind is the snow that had decided to pile up throughout the night, rolling off of her bed excitedly so she can run to the window and smoosh her face against it to peer down at the white that's littering everything.
her daddy promised her to play in the snow, when it decided to come. now that that day has arrived, she thinks it's time to wake him up. this is why she's quickly scurrying across the (not very large) space between her room and her parent's bedroom, wiggling inside the crack that she finds there between the door and the wall. beams down at the floor when she notices hervery fat unhealthily large kitty on the floor next to the entrance, waddling on over to squat down and pet him. after a few scratches to his belly (mow, mow...) she stands again, giggling a little to herself when she notices that both her parents are still snoozing away.
creeps quietly to their bedside so she can poke her eyes just over the mattress to stare at albert. reaches over to gently pat at his face, whispering a low daddddyyyy to see if that'll wake him up. ]
her daddy promised her to play in the snow, when it decided to come. now that that day has arrived, she thinks it's time to wake him up. this is why she's quickly scurrying across the (not very large) space between her room and her parent's bedroom, wiggling inside the crack that she finds there between the door and the wall. beams down at the floor when she notices her
creeps quietly to their bedside so she can poke her eyes just over the mattress to stare at albert. reaches over to gently pat at his face, whispering a low daddddyyyy to see if that'll wake him up. ]
birdmajor.livejournal.com2011-10-28 09:48 pmEntry tags:
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[ four weeks. that's how long he's known her, only it wasn't quite a two-way street just yet. in fact, he hadn't even been able to work up the courage to talk to her in the month that he's "known" the girl. instead he made it a habit to sit on his stupid bench that she always passed by when going to and from classes, unwilling to miss a chance to see her whenever possible. (not that the bench he claimed was his in the first place, but he'd like to think otherwise. nobody else sat there! so it was okay to say it was his, right...? ... no. probably not. he'll just say that he's borrowing it. sorry, other people who sit there when he's not around. he didn't mean to be so stingy.)
today is no exception, knowing that therare human-bird species beautiful bird-lady that's so lovely what's her name? he needs to know-- girl would be coming around in the next hour or so. (class was let out early, so it's okay to be early too. he didn't just sit there for her, after all! maybe.) so he sets up camp at his usual place, beaming when he realizes that there are some birds gathered around the area. (there are bread crumbs on the ground! someone must have been feeding them. this is good, he likes when the birds feel welcome!) so today is a two-for-one deal, he thinks, placing his messenger bag on the bench before pulling out his (rather tattered-looking) moleskine sketchbook and turning to a new page.
feels elated when even more birds come around to peck at the ground, carefully reaching into his bag to grab some of the bird food he carries around with him for times like these. (here you go, my friends! is this to your tastes? it's okay, i won't hurt you. see, i'll toss it closer to you than me!) his smile widens when the birds seem content enough to stay around him, slowly grabbing a pencil to begin his work and wait for his mystery bird-girl. ]
today is no exception, knowing that the
feels elated when even more birds come around to peck at the ground, carefully reaching into his bag to grab some of the bird food he carries around with him for times like these. (here you go, my friends! is this to your tastes? it's okay, i won't hurt you. see, i'll toss it closer to you than me!) his smile widens when the birds seem content enough to stay around him, slowly grabbing a pencil to begin his work and wait for his mystery bird-girl. ]
fashionmajor.livejournal.com2011-10-23 02:50 pmEntry tags:
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[ breaking into school after finals week definitely wasn't the best or brightest idea lyssa had ever had, but it was something he felt like he had to do with amanda, if only to complete his task that he was unable to go through with on prom night. it still made him feel bad whenever he thought about it, even if they had repaired amanda's (mom's mom's) dress after finding someone who could restore it properly, but still... though it wasn't like he didn't bother to talk to the girls who were to blame in the first place, of course. that wasn't a pretty discussion (he had never felt so angry towards the opposite sex before; it just wasn't in his nature, let alone hold any animosity towards anyone to begin with) but he got his point across. that was enough for him, just as long as they kept their distance. (and they did.)
nonetheless, it was lyssa's turn to do something mischievous of his own, even if he had easily gotten the keys to the school from one of the board members that his dad knew pretty well. usually he didn't bother to use those kinds of things to his advantage, but, well... albert would understand. probably just smile at lyssa and raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic antics. his mom would surely be amused, too. (she had always been the same way, after all. just another trait he had received from her.)
with that in mind (and his muse's hand tightly grasped into one of his own) he moves slowly and carefully around the school, almost as if they were on some secret mission. (nobody was even around, he just felt like having even more fun.) as they're walking around, he whispers over to his friend: ]
Now remember, if we get split up and someone catches you, just scream "ponies!" and I'll be there in a flash!
nonetheless, it was lyssa's turn to do something mischievous of his own, even if he had easily gotten the keys to the school from one of the board members that his dad knew pretty well. usually he didn't bother to use those kinds of things to his advantage, but, well... albert would understand. probably just smile at lyssa and raise an eyebrow at his uncharacteristic antics. his mom would surely be amused, too. (she had always been the same way, after all. just another trait he had received from her.)
with that in mind (and his muse's hand tightly grasped into one of his own) he moves slowly and carefully around the school, almost as if they were on some secret mission. (nobody was even around, he just felt like having even more fun.) as they're walking around, he whispers over to his friend: ]
Now remember, if we get split up and someone catches you, just scream "ponies!" and I'll be there in a flash!
cityblocks.livejournal.com2011-10-09 12:15 amEntry tags:
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[ it's after his meet-up with his supervisor that he gets a call from robin to babysit alice. of course he says 'yes' -- he has nothing planned for the day & would never consciously turn down time with his niece. & like he told robin before, more free air should do him some good; who knows, if he's feeling better in mind, the body might follow. (he didn't really believe that since the damage from the accident has been said to be absolute, but a little bit of feigned hope wasn't too heavy to carry around.)
that's the context to their current scenario: at the park with alice, doing whatever she wants until it's time for lunch & ice cream. time with uncle nick is the time to get spoiled, so he doesn't worry too much about feeding her nutritional things; he's pretty sure hismom sis has that covered anyway. ]
that's the context to their current scenario: at the park with alice, doing whatever she wants until it's time for lunch & ice cream. time with uncle nick is the time to get spoiled, so he doesn't worry too much about feeding her nutritional things; he's pretty sure his
retromajor.livejournal.com2011-09-24 10:08 pmEntry tags:
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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.
... oh well.
hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--
... oh well.
she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]
... oh well.
hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--
... oh well.
she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]
childsized.livejournal.com2011-09-09 03:43 pmEntry tags:
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[ after albert and brianna declared their plans to go out on a date for the rest of the evening, she took it upon herself to personally watch lyssa until they returned home, despite her former plans with her boyfriend. it's with that change (and realization of what she did at the very last moment) that she calls up caleb to tell him the news, sounding disappointed until she gleefully casually suggested that he come over to help. after some convincing that yes, albert won't be here and yes, she'll wait for him by the door, is done and over with, she happily skips down the stairs after telling lyssa's personal ninja butler that she'll be back shortly.
plops down on the second to last step of the stairs while happily swaying and humming to herself, her eyes planted on the doorway to wait for caleb to enter. ]
plops down on the second to last step of the stairs while happily swaying and humming to herself, her eyes planted on the doorway to wait for caleb to enter. ]
yaysoccer.livejournal.com2011-08-17 03:55 pm(no subject)
[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.
takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.
... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.
pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]
takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.
... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.
pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]
zackthehero.livejournal.com2011-06-22 05:07 pmEntry tags:
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[ the day zack had been waiting for for quite some time had finally arrived. he'd been busy since the crack of dawn, hoping he'd get everything out of the way (work-related and otherwise) so that everything can be properly prepared for the evening. truth be told, there wasn't anything especially thrilling that he had decided to do for him, respecting cloud's wishes for him to not go overboard. the decorations and pizza and birthday cake was minimum enough for his friend, right? he hoped so, anyway, especially since he was turning sixteen. that was a big marker for the boy, and zack wanted to make it as special as possible.
the only problem was his lack of ideas on what kind of gift to give him. usually he was pretty good with presents, but he wanted to do something a little different this time. so he went to aerith in the morning in hopes of her having an idea, tilting his head a little in confusion when she handed him one of her flowers.
i dunno 'bout you, but i don't think a guy would be too happy getting a flower for his birthday. she had shaken her head at him, reminding him that his friend would undoubtedly cherish anything he gave him.
but it won't last. a smile blossomed on his girlfriend's face, nodding before softly saying: mm. but the memory will.
he twirled the flower between his fingers in thought on his trek back towards shinra's apartment complex, quirking his lips upward a tad when he decided it was perfect. cloud swayed more towards the simple things, didn't he? sure, zack liked going overboard with everything whenever possible, but maybe he'd appreciate the innocence of his gift more than something that was glamorous but had no real meaning behind it. for some reason he felt like this was special, holding onto that feeling for as long as he could.
so with a nod and quiet alright underneath his breath, he started to get to work, glancing at the clock every now and then to make sure everything would be in place for when cloud arrived.
the streamers were a mixture of blue and white, sternly promising himself that he wouldn't throw in any pink in there for a joke. (or maybe aerith's light teasing over the new year's party got to him, finding it increasingly more appealing when she had looked thoroughly amused when telling her all about it. really, she was more of an instigator than he had once thought...) he had cloud's magenta mug on the table regardless, the one he had been given from the boy months prior, only to have the little brat start using it for himself despite wanting to get back at zack for something they had been "fighting" over. there were soda bottles and two boxed of pizza laid out, as well as a cake that he designed all by himself (he was pretty proud of it, really). other than balloons and some party poppers to surprise him with, that was the extent of what he had done.
grins at the display in satisfaction, taking one last look at the clock before deciding that it's finally time to stand by the door, poppers in hand while he impatiently waits for his friend to come through his door. ]
the only problem was his lack of ideas on what kind of gift to give him. usually he was pretty good with presents, but he wanted to do something a little different this time. so he went to aerith in the morning in hopes of her having an idea, tilting his head a little in confusion when she handed him one of her flowers.
i dunno 'bout you, but i don't think a guy would be too happy getting a flower for his birthday. she had shaken her head at him, reminding him that his friend would undoubtedly cherish anything he gave him.
but it won't last. a smile blossomed on his girlfriend's face, nodding before softly saying: mm. but the memory will.
he twirled the flower between his fingers in thought on his trek back towards shinra's apartment complex, quirking his lips upward a tad when he decided it was perfect. cloud swayed more towards the simple things, didn't he? sure, zack liked going overboard with everything whenever possible, but maybe he'd appreciate the innocence of his gift more than something that was glamorous but had no real meaning behind it. for some reason he felt like this was special, holding onto that feeling for as long as he could.
so with a nod and quiet alright underneath his breath, he started to get to work, glancing at the clock every now and then to make sure everything would be in place for when cloud arrived.
the streamers were a mixture of blue and white, sternly promising himself that he wouldn't throw in any pink in there for a joke. (or maybe aerith's light teasing over the new year's party got to him, finding it increasingly more appealing when she had looked thoroughly amused when telling her all about it. really, she was more of an instigator than he had once thought...) he had cloud's magenta mug on the table regardless, the one he had been given from the boy months prior, only to have the little brat start using it for himself despite wanting to get back at zack for something they had been "fighting" over. there were soda bottles and two boxed of pizza laid out, as well as a cake that he designed all by himself (he was pretty proud of it, really). other than balloons and some party poppers to surprise him with, that was the extent of what he had done.
grins at the display in satisfaction, taking one last look at the clock before deciding that it's finally time to stand by the door, poppers in hand while he impatiently waits for his friend to come through his door. ]
cloudthecadet.livejournal.com2011-06-06 10:32 pmEntry tags:
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[ he didn't want to go. he really, really didn't want to go. in fact, this was probably the first time ever where he'd genuinely felt like he didn't want to go see zack.
after circling the playground near zack's apartment for the fourth time, he sits on the end of a see-saw and buries his face into his hands in misery.
jerk. that stupid jerk. why can't this just be another prank like the last time?
he lets out an annoyed sigh when he feels his face flush at the memory. the last time that he'd been forced into women's clothing had been some number of months ago, also because of zack. only a month into their friendship, zack couldn't have known of cloud's aversion to any implications at how pretty he is. but now, after knowing each other for almost a year? there's no excuse. absolutely none. zack knew him better than anyone (save, perhaps, his mother, but that was his mother. who could know someone better than their own mother?), and he still wanted cloud to--
spotting a stone near him, cloud kicks out in sheer frustration and embarrassment, sending the rock (the poor, guiltless rock) flying.
and of course zack hadn't seen it from cloud's point of view. perhaps he couldn't see it; zack was tall and broad and everything that cloud wasn't, after all.
(that wasn't fair, he tells himself tiredly. much of their physical builds were dependent almost entirely on genetics, and no one had any control over that. not even the great sephiroth. they were made as nature deemed them to be made.
... it's for that very reason that cloud hated nature sometimes. so much.)
he can't even bail on zack either, not with how the other had begged and pleaded. if there's one thing that cloud had found himself unable to deny, it was zack's puppy eyes. and zack had seemed honestly distressed by the idea of going without a date (even if cloud couldn't understand why. it's not like anyone would look down on him or anything), saying how this was only possible with someone he trusted, and how if he asked a girl out (like he was supposed to for these kinds of things), he'd just be leading them on and zack couldn't do that.
taking a deep breath, and giving his cheeks a few encouraging slaps, he gets to his feet and treks the rest of the way to zack's building. he doesn't give himself another moment to think or pause, knowing (knowing) that he would just stop to curse the world and zack some more. then he'd be so late that he would have sabotaged zack's night or something, and that wouldn't do at all. even if the friend that he was going to go help was shoving him in another dress.
when he looks up, he's standing in front of zack's door. lifting a hand and schooling his expression (so that the most he'll be doing is glare, rather than looking so embarrassed that he's about to combust), he jabs his finger at the doorbell, and waits. ]
after circling the playground near zack's apartment for the fourth time, he sits on the end of a see-saw and buries his face into his hands in misery.
jerk. that stupid jerk. why can't this just be another prank like the last time?
he lets out an annoyed sigh when he feels his face flush at the memory. the last time that he'd been forced into women's clothing had been some number of months ago, also because of zack. only a month into their friendship, zack couldn't have known of cloud's aversion to any implications at how pretty he is. but now, after knowing each other for almost a year? there's no excuse. absolutely none. zack knew him better than anyone (save, perhaps, his mother, but that was his mother. who could know someone better than their own mother?), and he still wanted cloud to--
spotting a stone near him, cloud kicks out in sheer frustration and embarrassment, sending the rock (the poor, guiltless rock) flying.
and of course zack hadn't seen it from cloud's point of view. perhaps he couldn't see it; zack was tall and broad and everything that cloud wasn't, after all.
(that wasn't fair, he tells himself tiredly. much of their physical builds were dependent almost entirely on genetics, and no one had any control over that. not even the great sephiroth. they were made as nature deemed them to be made.
... it's for that very reason that cloud hated nature sometimes. so much.)
he can't even bail on zack either, not with how the other had begged and pleaded. if there's one thing that cloud had found himself unable to deny, it was zack's puppy eyes. and zack had seemed honestly distressed by the idea of going without a date (even if cloud couldn't understand why. it's not like anyone would look down on him or anything), saying how this was only possible with someone he trusted, and how if he asked a girl out (like he was supposed to for these kinds of things), he'd just be leading them on and zack couldn't do that.
taking a deep breath, and giving his cheeks a few encouraging slaps, he gets to his feet and treks the rest of the way to zack's building. he doesn't give himself another moment to think or pause, knowing (knowing) that he would just stop to curse the world and zack some more. then he'd be so late that he would have sabotaged zack's night or something, and that wouldn't do at all. even if the friend that he was going to go help was shoving him in another dress.
when he looks up, he's standing in front of zack's door. lifting a hand and schooling his expression (so that the most he'll be doing is glare, rather than looking so embarrassed that he's about to combust), he jabs his finger at the doorbell, and waits. ]
zackthehero.livejournal.com2011-05-25 08:07 pmEntry tags:
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[ alright, he had to admit, that last prank was a bit much. borrowing a dress from aerith to shove his blond-haired friend into before locking him out of his room didn't exactly score him any manly points, finding it hilarious until he overheard some not-so pleasant comments in passing. sure, he had cleared them up to the best of his ability, easily able to sway his fellow SOLDIER comrades as most of them knew what was going on to begin with. (their prank weeks started to become a little famous in zack's social corner, especially when nobody would let him live it down when a mere cadet like cloud outdid him.) unfortunately, the other gossipers were of much lower rank; while he received many apologies and "yes, sir!"s to last him a lifetime, something in the back of his mind told him that it wouldn't end with just a simple demand.
still, it didn't change the fact that he knew he went too far when his friend gave that kicked puppy look and avoided him for a day. a day wasn't that long, but it was long enough for zack to know that he did something wrong.
so, he decided to take him out. do something nice, trying for what seemed like hours to coax the boy from his sulking to join him for some fun. after some damage control and light begging (he didn't mind, especially when he over exaggerated the act in front the people he knew gave cloud a tough time every now and then; he wasn't stupid, after all, fully aware that his friend wasn't exactly treated with the respect zack thought he deserved) he had finally broken through that barrier, gesturing for the other to come along before slinging his arm around his neck to begin their journey out of shinra territory and onto more relaxed grounds.
and what did he do on the way there? talk, of course. tells him stories of missions he's been on, answering any questions cloud would eventually inquire about. that's the same pattern they had for a while until arriving at their destination, having chosen (and quickly suggested, though knew in the back of his mind that cloud would agree anyway) a frequently visited japanese restaurant. the place is casual, somewhat small. a little homey. places like these stirred a peculiar urge in him to change out of his uniform for once to preserve some level of anonymity.
(people either liked, hated, or feared SOLDIERs, zack came to find out firsthand after going out on his own. hell, even aerith herself told him that she found them scary. of course, it wasn't like everyone he encountered recognized who (what) exactly he was, even in uniform, but the sentiment still held true. after some private debating, zack came to the conclusion that he could understand these feelings to an extent.
sadly, it was a double-edged sword. this whole SOLDIER thing, that is. being the best was great and all, but after maturing and gaining a lot of experience in his preferred field of expertise, his eyes were open more to what exactly it meant being a first class SOLDIER; it meant fame and fortune, but also some loneliness and misfortune. a younger him didn't realize this, or perhaps wasn't even consciously acknowledging it, but after all he had been through... yeah. yeah, he now understood why angeal always said the things that he did. this is why a part of him subconsciously wanted to disperse the whole rank-thing as much as possible. especially when out with cloud, enjoying (cherishing) the fact that he could actually connect with someone outside of combat and skill.
it was a comfortable friendship. it was something he held dear. maybe someday he'd be able to express it properly, to form these thoughts into words that the other would be able to properly understand.)
grins and gestures a short greeting to a few people that recognize him (friends, friends of friends, other such acquaintances), moving past the tables and booths to plop down onto one of the chairs at the bar. opens the menu laying out in front of him, humming a bit as he turns the pages. after a moment of silence: ]
Maybe we should just get everything. I'm starving!
still, it didn't change the fact that he knew he went too far when his friend gave that kicked puppy look and avoided him for a day. a day wasn't that long, but it was long enough for zack to know that he did something wrong.
so, he decided to take him out. do something nice, trying for what seemed like hours to coax the boy from his sulking to join him for some fun. after some damage control and light begging (he didn't mind, especially when he over exaggerated the act in front the people he knew gave cloud a tough time every now and then; he wasn't stupid, after all, fully aware that his friend wasn't exactly treated with the respect zack thought he deserved) he had finally broken through that barrier, gesturing for the other to come along before slinging his arm around his neck to begin their journey out of shinra territory and onto more relaxed grounds.
and what did he do on the way there? talk, of course. tells him stories of missions he's been on, answering any questions cloud would eventually inquire about. that's the same pattern they had for a while until arriving at their destination, having chosen (and quickly suggested, though knew in the back of his mind that cloud would agree anyway) a frequently visited japanese restaurant. the place is casual, somewhat small. a little homey. places like these stirred a peculiar urge in him to change out of his uniform for once to preserve some level of anonymity.
(people either liked, hated, or feared SOLDIERs, zack came to find out firsthand after going out on his own. hell, even aerith herself told him that she found them scary. of course, it wasn't like everyone he encountered recognized who (what) exactly he was, even in uniform, but the sentiment still held true. after some private debating, zack came to the conclusion that he could understand these feelings to an extent.
sadly, it was a double-edged sword. this whole SOLDIER thing, that is. being the best was great and all, but after maturing and gaining a lot of experience in his preferred field of expertise, his eyes were open more to what exactly it meant being a first class SOLDIER; it meant fame and fortune, but also some loneliness and misfortune. a younger him didn't realize this, or perhaps wasn't even consciously acknowledging it, but after all he had been through... yeah. yeah, he now understood why angeal always said the things that he did. this is why a part of him subconsciously wanted to disperse the whole rank-thing as much as possible. especially when out with cloud, enjoying (cherishing) the fact that he could actually connect with someone outside of combat and skill.
it was a comfortable friendship. it was something he held dear. maybe someday he'd be able to express it properly, to form these thoughts into words that the other would be able to properly understand.)
grins and gestures a short greeting to a few people that recognize him (friends, friends of friends, other such acquaintances), moving past the tables and booths to plop down onto one of the chairs at the bar. opens the menu laying out in front of him, humming a bit as he turns the pages. after a moment of silence: ]
Maybe we should just get everything. I'm starving!
zackthehero.livejournal.com2011-05-09 10:03 pmEntry tags:
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[ the months they were on the run seemed to have passed them by in no time, or so zack thought as they continued to move forward towards their newest (and hopefully last, at least for a while) destination.
lucky for him he was smart (or so he claimed) and carefully calculated which paths shinra would take, where they would first look; working with them for so long, zack was already well acquainted in knowing their tactics and the things they would take into careful consideration when searching for their ex-employees. in hindsight, he was pretty lucky to know where to go to avoid shinra without any hitches to his plans, especially when his main concern settled on his blond companion who had yet to properly respond to anything he did or said; that was the only "hard part" of this whole ordeal. not that cloud was a burden to him or slowed him down, but he had never had to care for another person because they couldn't function or think for themselves. which was fine by him, he decided to just wing it and go with the flow, much like everything else he did in life. it just took a while to get used to, but things started to become rather routine and natural after doing it every single day.
heh. guess this's what it's like having a kid-- a thought that crossed his mind one day many months back as he changed cloud into a (somewhat still damp) pair of clothes. he had taken it upon himself to quickly drench and scrub at them when they looked a little too gross, even for his tastes, quietly amused at himself before ruffling blond hair and scooping his friend up to move onward.
still, he didn't mind in the least, especially when things started to get more peaceful and nobody around them even took a passing glance when they arrived at more populated areas. they had finally moved far enough for him to feel relatively comfortable in settling anywhere, a feeling he had not experienced in-- how many months had it been? two? six? nine? zack really didn't know, didn't think it was terribly important or worth too much speculation. as far as he was concerned, they had all the time in the world to adjust themselves back into civilian life.
speaking of civilians: if his eyes weren't deceiving him, then he would have to say that they would soon be arriving to another town. a rather quaint, nice-looking one, but the man they hitched a ride from only mentioned going north-east to some area zack had never heard of before. there was a brief mention of chocobos and grassy lands, but other than that... ]
Guess we're gonna be in for a surprise!
[ --is what he said to his friend at his side, patting his shoulder before relaxing back to continue his conversation with the old man.
two hours came and went quicker than he expected, craning his neck to get a good look at their new "home" before the truck came to a complete stop. stepping out of the truck and adjusting the bag he had acquired throughout their journey on his shoulder, zack then reached out to pick up and hold his friend with ease, adjusting him a bit before giving a brief thanks and a promise to come visit the old man at the chocobo farm later. with the man's directions fresh in his mind, he swiftly located the town's hotel and bought them a room for the night. it was almost a foreign concept to zack, who soon realized that sitting on a bed felt really good and was a luxury compared to sleeping outdoors.
but first he made sure cloud was settled, placing him on and up against the headboard of one of the beds with practiced skill only he was capable of. with a grin he pushed on the comforter with his hands, looking his friend in the eye as he gave a quick comfy, ain't it? before pushing himself away to check the rest of the room out. ]
lucky for him he was smart (or so he claimed) and carefully calculated which paths shinra would take, where they would first look; working with them for so long, zack was already well acquainted in knowing their tactics and the things they would take into careful consideration when searching for their ex-employees. in hindsight, he was pretty lucky to know where to go to avoid shinra without any hitches to his plans, especially when his main concern settled on his blond companion who had yet to properly respond to anything he did or said; that was the only "hard part" of this whole ordeal. not that cloud was a burden to him or slowed him down, but he had never had to care for another person because they couldn't function or think for themselves. which was fine by him, he decided to just wing it and go with the flow, much like everything else he did in life. it just took a while to get used to, but things started to become rather routine and natural after doing it every single day.
heh. guess this's what it's like having a kid-- a thought that crossed his mind one day many months back as he changed cloud into a (somewhat still damp) pair of clothes. he had taken it upon himself to quickly drench and scrub at them when they looked a little too gross, even for his tastes, quietly amused at himself before ruffling blond hair and scooping his friend up to move onward.
still, he didn't mind in the least, especially when things started to get more peaceful and nobody around them even took a passing glance when they arrived at more populated areas. they had finally moved far enough for him to feel relatively comfortable in settling anywhere, a feeling he had not experienced in-- how many months had it been? two? six? nine? zack really didn't know, didn't think it was terribly important or worth too much speculation. as far as he was concerned, they had all the time in the world to adjust themselves back into civilian life.
speaking of civilians: if his eyes weren't deceiving him, then he would have to say that they would soon be arriving to another town. a rather quaint, nice-looking one, but the man they hitched a ride from only mentioned going north-east to some area zack had never heard of before. there was a brief mention of chocobos and grassy lands, but other than that... ]
Guess we're gonna be in for a surprise!
[ --is what he said to his friend at his side, patting his shoulder before relaxing back to continue his conversation with the old man.
two hours came and went quicker than he expected, craning his neck to get a good look at their new "home" before the truck came to a complete stop. stepping out of the truck and adjusting the bag he had acquired throughout their journey on his shoulder, zack then reached out to pick up and hold his friend with ease, adjusting him a bit before giving a brief thanks and a promise to come visit the old man at the chocobo farm later. with the man's directions fresh in his mind, he swiftly located the town's hotel and bought them a room for the night. it was almost a foreign concept to zack, who soon realized that sitting on a bed felt really good and was a luxury compared to sleeping outdoors.
but first he made sure cloud was settled, placing him on and up against the headboard of one of the beds with practiced skill only he was capable of. with a grin he pushed on the comforter with his hands, looking his friend in the eye as he gave a quick comfy, ain't it? before pushing himself away to check the rest of the room out. ]
cawmajor.livejournal.com2011-05-04 04:53 pm(no subject)
[ slowly makes his way up the stairs to anthony's apartment, opting to forgo the use of the elevator in favor of giving himself some time to think things over again. he had mulled over this situation countless times before, going over everything in such a meticulous way that he knew the circumstances of their re-meeting all too well. this is why he lagged even when getting this far, knowing that they had to talk about it sooner or later.
he'd rather anthony know that he hadn't abandoned or forgotten him than having an uncomfortable encounter. that was one thing he himself already knew (and felt the effects of) all too well. he refused to subject someone else to it.
eventually approaches the right apartment number in question, simply standing there to observe the door itself. quirks a small smile in appreciation of the sudden bout of nostalgia that overtakes him, though the expression soon becomes subdued in favor of remembering why he was in this situation in the first place. lifts his hand slowly to knock on the door three times.
and then he waits. ]
he'd rather anthony know that he hadn't abandoned or forgotten him than having an uncomfortable encounter. that was one thing he himself already knew (and felt the effects of) all too well. he refused to subject someone else to it.
eventually approaches the right apartment number in question, simply standing there to observe the door itself. quirks a small smile in appreciation of the sudden bout of nostalgia that overtakes him, though the expression soon becomes subdued in favor of remembering why he was in this situation in the first place. lifts his hand slowly to knock on the door three times.
and then he waits. ]
strongtype.livejournal.com2011-02-25 10:45 pm(no subject)
[ he's not really surprised to come home to an empty house, even on a saturday. he doesn't even need to call riku to know where he is; instead, he rolls his eyes to the ceiling in a long-suffering manner as he moves over the kitchen table to set the costco-bought cookies for riku's monday class. then he goes about his usual rituals: checking the fridge, making a note on the portable white-board on what they need to go shopping for, pouring himself a bowl of cereal & peeking in the bathroom to check on the ducks.
he spends a good ten minutes petting them (quack, quack) before he remembers the cereal -- now soggy. but he eats it anyway, slipping on his reading glasses to flip through the latest science journal that sora had received a free subscription while tucked into the corner of the couch, waiting for riku to get home. ]
he spends a good ten minutes petting them (quack, quack) before he remembers the cereal -- now soggy. but he eats it anyway, slipping on his reading glasses to flip through the latest science journal that sora had received a free subscription while tucked into the corner of the couch, waiting for riku to get home. ]
alyssapillar.livejournal.com2011-01-29 08:14 pm(no subject)
[ her daily routine started off as it usually did: crawling out of bed and plopping on the floor, letting out a little oof! at the impact. picking herself up, she makes her way to her bathroom in a hurry to do her business, throwing her hands up in the air when she scurries out into her room in a victory! fashion. after that she throws open her closet and drawers, rummaging around to pick out an outfit for the day.
pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pether fat kitty catbert, telling him to be good while she goes to find daddy before zipping out of the room at top-speed.
says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.
& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing onstealing nomming down the cheese as quietly as possible, her previous mission long forgotten in the face of a cheesy-delicious breakfast. ]
pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pet
says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.
& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing on
yaysoccer.livejournal.com2011-01-24 10:14 pmEntry tags:
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[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.
without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]
without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]