He's as blind as he can be, Just sees what he wants to see
who: Cloud Strife, Raimi ManrychestMatthews, open!
what: In which Raimi picks up little children off the street into white vans, never to be seen againto find good homes for them. Okay, no, Cloud goes house-hunting.
where: Gibson
when: today!
warning(s): Raimi, possibly. And maybe Cloud, too.
The past week or so had been... mostly lousy, if he were to give any kind of evaluation. The people here were good enough, willing to help out, but he wanted to see if he could start on his own without having to resort to that, first.
Unfortunately, he didn't know where to start.
He could visit the soup kitchens, at least get enough food in his system to get through the day. He'd heard about jobs to earn credits, which... were somewhere. But again, where would he even start? It was all so confusing, something he figured he should at least try sleeping on.
So there he was, laying on a bench and out of a job, if ShinRa's presence was nowhere in this station. And even if they were coming, he needed to do something just to occupy himself, until they did arrive. Having finished off his more recent package of soup, he dropped the bowl to his side and rolled onto his back, staring at the interior of the ship. A ship that had no exit, and no immediate way of going back home if he didn't want to get sucked into the vaccum of space.
He laid his head back, ignoring the dull 'thump' of the helmet he was still wearing. It was a little uncomfortable, laying with it on, but he didn't want to risk exposing his identity to too many people - especially if Stitch said there were some that weren't as easygoing as others. Some he'd need to be wary of.
He did need sleep, though. After a few days of staying up, unable to take the lack of even his barracks and general restlessness dominating everything else, he was definately starting to feel the exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he kept his M4 close - something could still spring out and attack when he was this vulnerable, after all.
what: In which Raimi picks up little children off the street into white vans, never to be seen againto find good homes for them. Okay, no, Cloud goes house-hunting.
where: Gibson
when: today!
warning(s): Raimi, possibly. And maybe Cloud, too.
The past week or so had been... mostly lousy, if he were to give any kind of evaluation. The people here were good enough, willing to help out, but he wanted to see if he could start on his own without having to resort to that, first.
Unfortunately, he didn't know where to start.
He could visit the soup kitchens, at least get enough food in his system to get through the day. He'd heard about jobs to earn credits, which... were somewhere. But again, where would he even start? It was all so confusing, something he figured he should at least try sleeping on.
So there he was, laying on a bench and out of a job, if ShinRa's presence was nowhere in this station. And even if they were coming, he needed to do something just to occupy himself, until they did arrive. Having finished off his more recent package of soup, he dropped the bowl to his side and rolled onto his back, staring at the interior of the ship. A ship that had no exit, and no immediate way of going back home if he didn't want to get sucked into the vaccum of space.
He laid his head back, ignoring the dull 'thump' of the helmet he was still wearing. It was a little uncomfortable, laying with it on, but he didn't want to risk exposing his identity to too many people - especially if Stitch said there were some that weren't as easygoing as others. Some he'd need to be wary of.
He did need sleep, though. After a few days of staying up, unable to take the lack of even his barracks and general restlessness dominating everything else, he was definately starting to feel the exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he kept his M4 close - something could still spring out and attack when he was this vulnerable, after all.