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Jan. 12th, 2009 10:54 am
urbandev: (bitchplease.)
I'm sure everyone here came from happy, functional families. Forcing us to talk about our homes couldn't possibly wreak havoc, City.

Hm. I can't say much about my father. He was never there. I started working for ShinRa because he wanted me to. He was an MP for most of my childhood, dispatched wherever they needed him. He wanted me to be the same, or to go into SOLDIER.

At any rate, he lived in the barracks and Mother and I kept a small house in a village just a few miles south of Kalm. She had huge gardens on every side of the house. She grew all of our food, but she really loved the flowers. Wildflowers, roses -- if it bloomed, she would grow it. And then Father was transferred -- forced retirement, more like, he was too old to fight. Work detail in Junon. He finally got an apartment and moved us to the city to be with him. We lived outside of town, in the lower water, off by the docks. It always smelled like dead fish, and nothing would grow. Mother kept a small window box, and I used to walk it out to the beach every day to catch some sunshine.

Father didn't approve when I decided to continue school rather than enlist. Even when I dropped out to work for ShinRa, he wasn't happy. Well, I might have been more of the man he'd wanted if he'd been around occasionally.

He died a little after construction was completed on Midgar. By then I had enough to buy Mother a house on the upper level. We imported soil from all over the planet for her garden. Sector 8 was the only one with natural top soil; everywhere else it was synthetic. It didn't matter. She'd really loved Father, though I'll never understand how. She stopped planting her gardens -- not all at once, but slowly. And I stopped coming by as often as I should have.

She had Denzel, the last few weeks. He helped her plant again, even though it was December. And then Meteor -- We tried to evacuate everyone, but she wouldn't leave gardens. And there were too many lives for them to stop and argue with one senile old lady. She was one of the people we didn't get out.

I think -- it was probably better. What a terrible thing to say. I don't know if they'd told her I was dead by that point, or if they'd told her I'd betrayed the company, but she was tired. The garden was all washed away by the Lifestream, anyway.

Oh. And I have no need of sugar, Deities, nor am I going anywhere near that woman to claim some.

[OOC: Info on Reeve's father is mostly fanon. All the stuff on Ruvi, however, is as canon as you consider the cracktastic short stories set between Advent Children and DoC to be. XD;;;;

As for the sugar... well, the only real enemy Reeve's got in the City is Jadis, and she's got enemies of her own, amIrite?]
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
Alright. So we'll park the Fox down here by the waterfront and then fan out. Yuffie, Vincent, there should be enough cover on the beach for you to bring your teams around and flank them. No matter how well organized this outbreak is, we outnumber them. So we knock this out, mop up, and be back to our wives and children before dinner.

[Pauses as though listening to someone else speak.]

I require at least a year's notice before you procreate, Yuffie, so that I can retire and leave the city. Maybe the Planet.

And try not to destroy family houses, this time, people. This is Junon, they're a little touchy about that.

-- Oh.

Where...? not Junon.

Vincent? Yuffie?
urbandev: (turn my back)
Anita, I am so sorry. I don't have any excuse for --.

At least there's none of that horrid plant around our apartment.

...Cait Sith, what are you hiding there?

[OOC: Placeholder, mostly. Action for Vincent + whoever.]

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Oct. 31st, 2008 11:39 pm
urbandev: (Awash in red)
...Apparently this bruise isn't going to be healing anytime soon. Lovely. At least the beard mostly covers it... I look like I've gotten into a street brawl.

This month is just doing wonders for my image.

[This post is not three days late, I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, look, Amelia Erhart! *points*]
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
//Charming, Reeve. The unmistakable sound of someone being noisily, and thoroughly, ill.//


//Hoarsely//

NOT my daughter. Or anything else sick you'd like to throw at us, Deities.


[ooc 1: retconned liek woah

ooc 2:I'm on my mother's micro pc, which has no html brackets, so plz excuse the creative formatting.]

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Mar. 14th, 2008 04:16 pm
urbandev: (2cute)
I ah... apologize for some -- well, most -- pretty much all of what I said yesterday. It was inappropriate, unnecessary, and generally thoughtless.

I sincerely hope there are no more days like that.

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