On the Edge of nothing

It's been... a while since I thought about it. I never really cared, and I think everyone just understood that it's not a big deal. It really isn't. I'm not the one that should have lived - especially since I didn't remember who I was living for. I still miss him.

This toast is for him.

You know, I've talked to a lot of people in this city and a third of them seem to know what a chocobo is and how to take care of one. They talk about how useful they are, and how fast and how to groom one and how to breed them, yet I haven't seen any except the ones in the zoo. Maybe it's me, but that just seems odd that there's none in the wild. None in the forest, none underground, not even a couple in that old farm. And I don't know about other people, but the ones in the zoo really need to get out of the zoo. They look pretty scrawny.

I really miss racing them. A bike's good, but racing a chocobo has it's own appeal.

...Maybe I can get a stable going? That reminds me. Reno, are you up yet?

They need to start handing out the guide the moment people get stuck in this place. It gets tiring explaining things over and over again.

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Tifa? Got a minute?

I don't care if you want a sample. I don't give a fuck if you need a specimen. I am not some kind of test subject, and I fucking won't let you poke holes into me, fire things at me, or try to squash me with your creations.

Got it?

Now leave me alone before I smack some sense into you.


[ooc; Cloud's day as an experiment makes him a bit not happy with all the mad doctors out there. Also, the mood reads 'Annoyed' for those not close to him.]

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...

...No.

I'm going for a drive.


[ooc; The video is subbed and comes from the PSP game 'Crisis Core', but this is how Cloud remembers the death of his friend Zack. Zack fought a bunch of people trying to protect a comatose Cloud and he's always felt guilty about it. He won't enjoy anyone picking at him about this memory and he is going to be very touchy towards all. Roomies, have fun.]

When I was a kid, they used to have swimming contests in the hot springs during the winter. That was before the generator was hooked up and monsters got bold enough to harass us. I never went into the water. Too scared of what was hidden by the steam.

Huh. Strange how memories pop up when you don't want them to.

It's not that bad out. Sort of like home... in the mountains. The weather's like this when I met Zack. Not that cold, a light snow, and Tsung complaining about how his shoes made it hard to walk on ice. Happy days.


[ooc; Strikes = thoughts.]

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I'm going nuts without anything to do. Squall, need a sparring partner?

Also, I think it's time to get a job.