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towerofanimus2012-06-04 01:21 pm
speaks_dirty) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-04 01:21 pm
Entry tags:
Intro
Characters: Siira (speaks_dirty) and YOU
Setting: Room 2-13, Cafeteria
Format: Prose to start but will match
Summary: Siira wakes up in a weird tower with a note saying the Planet was destroyed. Sephiroth will receive all her blame. And hatred.
Warnings: Potential violence? And definitely swearing!
Room 2-13
The sleep paralysis was bothersome. Very much so but the Turk kept herself calm, assuming it was a Stop spell. Obviously Sephiroth wouldn't have left the outside perimeter of Corel unguarded, how could she have been so careless?! Now she was a prisoner of a psychopath his followers.
'Elena.'
The Turk who defected. No, they were going to get her back. They'd grab her a run, knocking her out if necessary.
And then the sleep paralysis wore off and Siira was on her feet in an instant, looking around the room and falling into a defensive stance. Her clothes felt oddly constricting, hard to fight in. Her suit shouldn't feel like that. Siira looked herself and and scowled. The trunk at the end of the bed she'd woken up on caught her attention and she quickly yanked it open, pulling out everything she needed for her uniform.
It took less than five minutes for her to change into her suit and another three to tie her boots tight and stick a a few Materia into one of the bangles she had as well. Part of her was tempted to tie back her long hair but she'd never had to do that in the past and she wouldn't start now. Veld often remarked about how surprised he was that it never got in her way of fighting. As a last addition, she pulled out her rarely used gun. Every Turk owned one but Siira never used it. Check the ammo clip, she nodded to herself and flicked on the safety before tucking it in the back of her pants, jacket completely covering it.
And then the note. Read and then crumbled, stomped on and then spit on before she stomped on it again.
'Sephiroth!'
He was the only one that she could think to blame. And he was the only one she would blame before she stormed out of her room, not even bothering to check the room number.
Floor 27 - Lab
Oh yes, this was a familiar sight. Even if she wasn't SOLDIER or a scientist, Siira could easily recognize a lab when she saw it. It was one of the places in the ShinRa building that Siira avoided like the plague. There wasn't a single employee that hadn't heard about the shit that went down in there. Siira had a particular aversion to labs though. She knew about Aerith and Ifalna. Even with how diluted her blood was, there had always been a faint whisper in her mind, the Planet always there with her.
Like hell she'd ever hang around here. To the stairs!
Floor 25 - Meadow
It wasn't a gym or anything but it would do. Anyone that ventured here while Siira was on the floor would find a black jacket neatly folded several feet away from the woman. Her gun is safely tucked into the jacket and, with her insanely long hair, she's going to several exercises. Her movement is very careful, always planned, that of a champion martial artist. And she was one until Veld recruited her. Turks weren't allowed to compete in tournaments.
Floor 10 - Aquarium
Not a bad place to find but not something that Siira was ever interested in. Fish were interesting to watch but not very interactive. This place it slightly more interesting though, as she stuck her hand in and some of the less cannibalistic fish nibbled at the tips of her fingers. Drawing her hand out of the water and shaking it off to dry it, because she'd never wipe fish water on her suit, she almost missed a larger fish headed towards her. If it weren't for years of training and more for practice, she'd have lost her arm, just barely dropping her body to the floor as it tried to take a bite out of her.
"Suck on that, ya bastard!"
Cafeteria
Siira could be found sitting at one of the tables, alone, and eating the oatmeal in silence. There's an air of anger around her from finding the note. The woman isn't even complaining about the food. She just wants to finish eat and get back to searching the tower. Spending so many years retired and running a bar with her friends hadn't made her any less of a Turk. She'd know everything she could by the end of the day. Guaranteed.
speaks_dirty) and YOUSetting: Room 2-13, Cafeteria
Format: Prose to start but will match
Summary: Siira wakes up in a weird tower with a note saying the Planet was destroyed. Sephiroth will receive all her blame. And hatred.
Warnings: Potential violence? And definitely swearing!
Room 2-13
The sleep paralysis was bothersome. Very much so but the Turk kept herself calm, assuming it was a Stop spell. Obviously Sephiroth wouldn't have left the outside perimeter of Corel unguarded, how could she have been so careless?! Now she was a prisoner of a psychopath his followers.
'Elena.'
The Turk who defected. No, they were going to get her back. They'd grab her a run, knocking her out if necessary.
And then the sleep paralysis wore off and Siira was on her feet in an instant, looking around the room and falling into a defensive stance. Her clothes felt oddly constricting, hard to fight in. Her suit shouldn't feel like that. Siira looked herself and and scowled. The trunk at the end of the bed she'd woken up on caught her attention and she quickly yanked it open, pulling out everything she needed for her uniform.
It took less than five minutes for her to change into her suit and another three to tie her boots tight and stick a a few Materia into one of the bangles she had as well. Part of her was tempted to tie back her long hair but she'd never had to do that in the past and she wouldn't start now. Veld often remarked about how surprised he was that it never got in her way of fighting. As a last addition, she pulled out her rarely used gun. Every Turk owned one but Siira never used it. Check the ammo clip, she nodded to herself and flicked on the safety before tucking it in the back of her pants, jacket completely covering it.
And then the note. Read and then crumbled, stomped on and then spit on before she stomped on it again.
'Sephiroth!'
He was the only one that she could think to blame. And he was the only one she would blame before she stormed out of her room, not even bothering to check the room number.
Floor 27 - Lab
Oh yes, this was a familiar sight. Even if she wasn't SOLDIER or a scientist, Siira could easily recognize a lab when she saw it. It was one of the places in the ShinRa building that Siira avoided like the plague. There wasn't a single employee that hadn't heard about the shit that went down in there. Siira had a particular aversion to labs though. She knew about Aerith and Ifalna. Even with how diluted her blood was, there had always been a faint whisper in her mind, the Planet always there with her.
Like hell she'd ever hang around here. To the stairs!
Floor 25 - Meadow
It wasn't a gym or anything but it would do. Anyone that ventured here while Siira was on the floor would find a black jacket neatly folded several feet away from the woman. Her gun is safely tucked into the jacket and, with her insanely long hair, she's going to several exercises. Her movement is very careful, always planned, that of a champion martial artist. And she was one until Veld recruited her. Turks weren't allowed to compete in tournaments.
Floor 10 - Aquarium
Not a bad place to find but not something that Siira was ever interested in. Fish were interesting to watch but not very interactive. This place it slightly more interesting though, as she stuck her hand in and some of the less cannibalistic fish nibbled at the tips of her fingers. Drawing her hand out of the water and shaking it off to dry it, because she'd never wipe fish water on her suit, she almost missed a larger fish headed towards her. If it weren't for years of training and more for practice, she'd have lost her arm, just barely dropping her body to the floor as it tried to take a bite out of her.
"Suck on that, ya bastard!"
Cafeteria
Siira could be found sitting at one of the tables, alone, and eating the oatmeal in silence. There's an air of anger around her from finding the note. The woman isn't even complaining about the food. She just wants to finish eat and get back to searching the tower. Spending so many years retired and running a bar with her friends hadn't made her any less of a Turk. She'd know everything she could by the end of the day. Guaranteed.