Night 1 - Sector 4: 11:00pm
Who: Cloud Strife
Status: Closed
When: 11:00 pm
Where: Sector 4 - ShinRa Building Garage
What: Cloud helps Rufus out for the second time in a day… this activity a little more illegal than the first time.
Cloud slowed his motorcycle down as he carefully maneuvered to the ShinRa garage. He wrinkled his nose in disgust for having agreed to do this underhanded work, but it was a chance to see what that creature could do. And boy… it could do quite a bit of damage to a car.
He was just glad that he had thought to bring a tarp to cover the front end of the car as well as the rather hideous sight that was in the hood. There had been extensive damage to the front, where something large and hard had impacted with the hood, but that damage was mostly masked by the spattering of blood and the bits of Rufus’ driver that were now found imbedded there. The side looked dented in as well, but he didn’t want to guess how that had happened.
Doing this dirty work made him feel strangely like a Turk… or maybe a real live SOLDIER.
Grumbling to himself, he flexed his bandaged left hand, trying not to think about what had happened to cause the damage in the first place. Instead, he backed the vehicle down into the garage carefully until it was safely hidden away in the confines of the ShinRa building. He was certain that all evidence that he had seen would be taken care of and no one would be any wiser.
Cloud climbed from Fenrir after he cut the engine and walked to where his jack was holding up the front end of the car. It took some fiddling to remove the chains before he physically lifted the car off the melt towing jack and settled it down on the cement floor.
He looked at the tarp-covered front end and sighed,, scratching the back of his head. What a mess. He wanted to say that it could only happen to ShinRa, but he wasn’t so sure that was a true statement. He ran his gloved fingers over the dented hood before looking back to his Fenrir.
Slowly, he gathered up the metal tow-jack and stowed it in one of Fenrir’s many compartments and removed the glove he was wearing on his right hand, putting it into the compartment. He would have to wash down the jack and get rid of the glove. He wasn’t about the salvage the tarp, not with the blood on it, and he was certain that someone would be by quickly to get rid of the evidence.
Mounting Fenrir, Cloud walked the motorcycle out of the garage and into the main street. He looked around to make certain that he wasn’t being followed or watched before he mounted his vehicle and began to drive away.
He paused, however, at the sight of a rather sizeable explosion at the top of one of the buildings. So much for his quiet life.
Status: Closed
When: 11:00 pm
Where: Sector 4 - ShinRa Building Garage
What: Cloud helps Rufus out for the second time in a day… this activity a little more illegal than the first time.
Cloud slowed his motorcycle down as he carefully maneuvered to the ShinRa garage. He wrinkled his nose in disgust for having agreed to do this underhanded work, but it was a chance to see what that creature could do. And boy… it could do quite a bit of damage to a car.
He was just glad that he had thought to bring a tarp to cover the front end of the car as well as the rather hideous sight that was in the hood. There had been extensive damage to the front, where something large and hard had impacted with the hood, but that damage was mostly masked by the spattering of blood and the bits of Rufus’ driver that were now found imbedded there. The side looked dented in as well, but he didn’t want to guess how that had happened.
Doing this dirty work made him feel strangely like a Turk… or maybe a real live SOLDIER.
Grumbling to himself, he flexed his bandaged left hand, trying not to think about what had happened to cause the damage in the first place. Instead, he backed the vehicle down into the garage carefully until it was safely hidden away in the confines of the ShinRa building. He was certain that all evidence that he had seen would be taken care of and no one would be any wiser.
Cloud climbed from Fenrir after he cut the engine and walked to where his jack was holding up the front end of the car. It took some fiddling to remove the chains before he physically lifted the car off the melt towing jack and settled it down on the cement floor.
He looked at the tarp-covered front end and sighed,, scratching the back of his head. What a mess. He wanted to say that it could only happen to ShinRa, but he wasn’t so sure that was a true statement. He ran his gloved fingers over the dented hood before looking back to his Fenrir.
Slowly, he gathered up the metal tow-jack and stowed it in one of Fenrir’s many compartments and removed the glove he was wearing on his right hand, putting it into the compartment. He would have to wash down the jack and get rid of the glove. He wasn’t about the salvage the tarp, not with the blood on it, and he was certain that someone would be by quickly to get rid of the evidence.
Mounting Fenrir, Cloud walked the motorcycle out of the garage and into the main street. He looked around to make certain that he wasn’t being followed or watched before he mounted his vehicle and began to drive away.
He paused, however, at the sight of a rather sizeable explosion at the top of one of the buildings. So much for his quiet life.