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by aenaku_kaosu (aenaku_kaosu)
at November 16th, 2006 (03:10 pm)

current mood: accomplished

When: Mid-day (RIGHT NOW)
Where: City of Edge (It's under construction D:)
Notes: :D This is the first post in which EVERYONE can reply to! >3 Have fun! If you're playing a dead character they will be reformed near or exactly where they died. <3!


Loud clanks from metal pegs being hinged as iron hammers came down on them could be heard down in the street below, drills and other various equipment produced a low hum from a distance. It was not in the slightest bit pleasant to hear. Especially when you were waking up to a sight you'd never seen before.

Those trying to make a life for themselves here found it increasingly difficult. The population had been drastically reduced and what was more troubling was that more people were slowly dying off from the stigma or other means.

Even while the townspeople rubbed sleep from their eyes the work continued on endlessly. It was going to leave even more quickly today.

It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day. The sun was filtering down through the midmorning haze and casting shadows across the dusty roads, buildings and debris. The sky was a vivid blue overhead with a few lingering clouds and there was a slight warmth in the air despite the chill that accompanied it telling those in Edge spring was near even though nothing grew there.

The day stretched on blearily. All those who lived here trudged through the daily ritual of looking for work, looking for food, caring for what was left of their family. Somewhere a dog could be heard yapping, a cat could be heard hissing and overturning a garbage bin, it was nothing they weren't used to.

These people had learned to deal with loss. The loss of parents, the loss of children, wives, husbands, friends...but nothing was like this. Cloud had never seen anything like this.

It was one thing when they pulled bodies from the rubble. It was another when they came from the rubble. They weren't dead and that was what sent the entire city in shock. They were living, breathing, human beings.

Quite suddenly this day had become more than an average day.

Edge was thrown into chaos but he wasn't quite sure what kind it was yet. It was a strange acceptable kind of chaos that sent your mind reeling , your heart would stop beating, all at once you would feel nothing and everything. All he could do was stare blankly.

At least thirty people had come out from the ruins today, he'd read it in the paper, it was on the televisions in the bar and shop windows.

Thirty of them. No one lived there. No one could survive there. Fiends inhabited what was left and would usually kill off or attack lone travelers. Some people had claimed they were parts of their family. Dead mothers or fathers, some had none, some were hopelessly dazed and confused as to who they were.

He had never seen this before and regardless of if he felt it was right or not it was happening.

He had to do something. He had to find out what was going on.

Who, honestly, could he ask though? It wasn't like anyone else really knew what was going on. He'd been out of contact with the others until recently but after weighing it in his mind he decided it couldn't hurt to see if similar things were happening where they lived as well.

Or maybe they would just call him? He sighed softly and looked up ahead, searching the road ahead, he would have to rely on that unless he could find them. They were all terrible about answering their PHS's. Either way. He wanted to know if it was some hoax someone was pulling or if it really was happening...he tried to draw strength from a presence he couldn't feel at the moment and found it futile.

Where are you...? he wondered to himself.


Posted by: beat_rush_tifa (beat_rush_tifa)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 09:14 am (UTC)

Tifa’s day had been an uneasy one. This was not on any account due to strange occurrences. Call it woman’s intuition or whatever you will, Tifa was very uneasy. The day itself though had proved to be normal.

Denzel and Marlene had been good today, and while they weren’t always angels it wasn’t an amazingly rare occurrence. Nothing strange enough to be suspicious about, they weren’t children who were unusually good to get something out of a parent.

It was not yet time for the bar to open. She had spent the day caring mainly for the children and otherwise sprucing up the bar. It wasn’t good if the place looked slummy, some of the customers themselves were enough to scare off some potential customers.

As Tifa wiped the counters she looked at the clock, it was getting late in the afternoon but she still had a few hours before she usually opened the bar. The rag she was using to clean the counters gave no sounds or indications that it was being used, for some reason Tifa took time to notice that.

Today felt so normal, and so silent. Everything was as it was supposed to be. Not even the rags were abnormal in any way, not even the counters were dirtier than usual. There was no sign of anything abnormal at all, and yet here she stood feeling as if today was to bring something new.

Not even the rags seemed different from normal, so maybe Tifa was just hopeful for change. At the same time, why would she be? Things were good.

Tifa placed the rag under the counter and returned upstairs where Denzel and Marlene were. She looked at them as she came into the room they were currently in. They looked at her in return. What were they expecting? What was Tifa expecting?

“Tifa?” Marlene asked, her voice no different than usual. The tone of voice she carried and the looks of curiosity no more abnormal than any other case where Marlene had encountered a situation where she did not know what was going on.

Tifa shook her head, “Nothing, nothing at all”

Perhaps today there really was nothing going on at all.

Tifa looked out a window in her room, where she had come to relax for awhile. She looked out of it, expecting something as she had all day. Yet nothing.

Tifa sighed and sat in her chair, until she heard an odd knocking. It was faint and....Tifa shook her head at herself. It wasn't strange, it was very recognizable. Someone was knocking on the door, it was faint because it was downstairs.

Tifa went back downstairs while shaking her head at herself, "you're letting yourself go Tifa" she opened the door with a sigh to see someone who frequented her bar.

He looked frightened.

Perhaps, Tifa had been right after all.

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