[116]

Feb. 17th, 2009 07:11 am
urbandev: (Default)
Anita, my friends bet me I couldn't start a conversation with the most beautiful woman in the bar. May I buy you a drink with their money?

[104]

Jan. 28th, 2009 08:05 am
urbandev: (Default)
This is just --

No. Absolutely not. Not even a little. Niko, I'm sorry. I'll work from home tonight.

Damnit, why couldn't I have switched with Vincent?

[Private to Anita]

I'm going back to bed, and if you promise not to laugh too much, you can join me.

[OOC: Reeve has switched with Lestat, and he's now wearing black leather pants and a shiny tight red silk shirt.

[95]

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: (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.]
urbandev: (OMGWTFBBQ)
[The sound of someone rolling over in bed, then the slap of that person hitting someone else, and a resounding thud as someone tumbles to the floor.]

"Who --?!"

"I could ask you the same question, but I think the answer is fairly self-evident."

"This is awkward."

"Also self-evident."

"How did I get here? Has anyone seen a small girl, about twelve, Wutaiian--"

"More importantly, where is here?"

"Will all of you please calm down? I think I know what's going on. This is my apartment."

"If you could explain?"

"Old me. You have coffee, where is it?"

"In the kitchen. And never mind. Just -- all of you sit here. You'll be gone by midnight. I hope."

"Coffee sounds divine."

"Don't go out there!"

"I really have to find my daughter. You have no idea the trouble she gets into on her own."

"What, you're going to lock us all in here? Not likely. I don't get paid vacation."

"I, also, have work that needs to be attended to."

"You'll all be home tonight, just stay put. I don't want anyone seeing you. Me. Us."

"Twelve hours? I can't leave her alone that long."

"Yes, well, I'm getting coffee. And then a cigarette. And then I'm getting out of here. Other old me, coming?"

"Absolutely. You really shouldn't smoke, you know."

[And this would be the sound of half the voices fading, footsteps, and helpless sputtering.]
[Tentatively.] "I suppose some coffee couldn't really hurt."

"Probably not." [A sigh.] "After you, then. You have a daughter?"

"Well, adopted. She's an orphan from the war. Her name is Yuffie."

[And that sound you hear is either Reeve shutting the door or banging his head against it.]

[OOC: There are slight differences among the voices, predominantly age, but they all sound pretty much the same. Have a Reeve. In fact, for today, have four. Full explanation under the cut. )

[OOC NOTE: Today, of all days, LJ comment notification craps out. I'll try not to drop any tags.]

[60]

Nov. 2nd, 2008 09:08 am
urbandev: (been living for tomorrows all my life)
Mr. Leandros, I apologize. I don't think I'll be making it into work today. I seem inclined to dance. And I think I must taste good, the cats won't leave me alone.

I'll be in my room, if anyone would like to find me.

[59]

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*]

[58]

Oct. 21st, 2008 07:00 am
urbandev: (2cute)
Truth or

I will not play this game, city. You cannot make me.

Everyone, please remember that we are not twelve-year-old girls and we can amuse ourselves in ways that aren't --

oh Gaia I can't even stop it dare.


[OOC NOTE: A side effect of the compulsion aspect of this curse? Reeve is not stopping to censor himself or couch terms at all. Be ready for a much more blunt commissioner than you're used to.

[50]

Sep. 27th, 2008 08:51 am
urbandev: (Awash in red)
I miss Yuffie. I want her to come back even though she's better off where she is. I miss her.

...I remember this curse.

No matter. I miss Yuffie. And I'm sick of pretending like everything's fine when she's gone.

[OOC: Reeve = cursed. Reeve's primary thought pattern right now veers along the path of -- well, I think you can guess.]

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