7th Heaven - 6:30am
Who: Cloud Strife & Rodney St. Andrew
Status: Closed (Unless it gets loud, then it will be open for others to run in)
When: 6:30 AM
Where: Outside 7th Heaven
What: Cloud finds something that annoys him in the morning… and it turns out to be a rookie Turk.
Cloud flexed his left hand, feeling the movement of the bandages across his knuckles before he rubbed the palm gently. The pain was gone from where the glass had stuck into him, and the slices were healing nicely too. He thought it would be a day or two before he would just remove the bandages altogether, since it would be easy to explain to Marlene and Denzel that the bandages were for something other than an injury.
Picking up his glove, he slipped it over his hand and tugged on it again. He shifted his weight around and glanced around the side of the chimney that he was currently leaning on. His lips downturned a little as his eyes picked out another wisp of what was obviously cigarette smoke along with the faintest of sounds of someone shuffling around. He had heard some vague humming when he had first awakened.
He had spent the last half an hour telling himself that it was someone getting ready for work. His gut instinct told him that it was anything but.
The place was being watched. It grated on him that someone - no, he knew who already - didn’t have the sense to leave things alone. The dust hadn’t even settled from the night before and already they were being monitored. If he had been in a better mood, he would have ignored it and just gone about his day. After last night, he was tired and agitated.
Glancing at the sword lying next to him, he decided to play his ‘blonde’ card. It was time to fish out a rat.
Status: Closed (Unless it gets loud, then it will be open for others to run in)
When: 6:30 AM
Where: Outside 7th Heaven
What: Cloud finds something that annoys him in the morning… and it turns out to be a rookie Turk.
Cloud flexed his left hand, feeling the movement of the bandages across his knuckles before he rubbed the palm gently. The pain was gone from where the glass had stuck into him, and the slices were healing nicely too. He thought it would be a day or two before he would just remove the bandages altogether, since it would be easy to explain to Marlene and Denzel that the bandages were for something other than an injury.
Picking up his glove, he slipped it over his hand and tugged on it again. He shifted his weight around and glanced around the side of the chimney that he was currently leaning on. His lips downturned a little as his eyes picked out another wisp of what was obviously cigarette smoke along with the faintest of sounds of someone shuffling around. He had heard some vague humming when he had first awakened.
He had spent the last half an hour telling himself that it was someone getting ready for work. His gut instinct told him that it was anything but.
The place was being watched. It grated on him that someone - no, he knew who already - didn’t have the sense to leave things alone. The dust hadn’t even settled from the night before and already they were being monitored. If he had been in a better mood, he would have ignored it and just gone about his day. After last night, he was tired and agitated.
Glancing at the sword lying next to him, he decided to play his ‘blonde’ card. It was time to fish out a rat.