Welcome back to hell...

[speaks_dirty]

Characters: Siira speaks_dirty and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-09, 39th Floor Gymnasium, 3rd Floor Library
Format: Action
Summary: Siira’s back in the tower and not happy.
Warnings: Swearing, her mouth is rather foul.

Room 1-09

[Waking up from sleep paralysis was a thing she had almost forgotten about. Happily, forgotten about, she‘d add. Waking up in the tower was more welcome than she‘d thought it would be. The remaining screams of the dead Planet still ringing in her ears. She was furious and feeling sick. And when it finally wore off, those in the room would be welcomed to the sound of an enraged yet equally agonized scream.]

FUCK!

[She coughs and gasps, already working on yanking off the white suit somewhat erratically and not caring about who is seeing her strip down to get it off. It‘s too confining. She hates being confined. A fear she‘d had since she was a child. Coughing and breathing heavily, calming down quickly as she can, she yanks open her trunk to grab one of her suits. There’s less in it this time but that‘s fine. She‘s only disappointed in the lack of a hand gun and she doesn‘t need one. That‘s why she was called Fist Fighter or Martial Arts among the Turks.]

39th Floor Gymnasium

[It was cold but she didn’t care. She grew up in Icicle and spent a lot of time there during the Geostigma Outbreak up there. Stripping off the jacket of her suit, she shivered and went into a few martial arts movements, warming her body up and relieving some of her anger before she lost her temper with someone. It doesn’t help so she moved on to the weights, swearing as she discovered that they were unmarked.]

Screw it.

[She just grabs one of the nearest weights and swears again as she nearly dislocates her shoulder in trying to lift it. Not that one then. She searches again until she finds a few that are acceptable, setting them up on a bar bell and proceeding to lift weights until her rage has subsided, she’s covered in sweat,]

3rd Floor Library

[Pulling a pair of oval shaped glasses from the pocket of her suit, Siira look over the covers of several books until settling on one from Gaia, published by Bugenhagen no less. She had time to kill, let’s read.]

Comments

Library

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko was cleaning up the library and gathering books that she could use in this new school that someone was setting up. Teaching Romeo was one thing-teaching lots of people was another. As she wandered around, she saw a patron looking at the shelves and holding a book. Curious, Tohko wandered over to her, smiling.]

Oh, good morning! Need help finding anything?

Re: Library

[speaks_dirty]

Mornin'.

[By now, her temper was abated and she was as calm as she could be for being back in the tower. She did give a grin to Tohko though, lifting the book to show her.]

Nah, found somethin' from home. Not somethin' I'd normally read but it's home.

Library

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko looked at the book as she spoke, interested. It looked like an interesting volume!]

Ah, alright then! That's pretty good. We must be from different universes then..I've never seen this book back at home!

Re: Library

[speaks_dirty]

You read a lot then?

[Only possible explanation. Although, she couldn't imagine Tohko being the sort to like reading something like this. She didn't look it. Normally, Siira wouldn't even give it a second glance if it hadn't been for the fact that the Lifestream had resurrected the old man before she first came here. That alone caught her interest, curiosity getting the best of her as she wondered why this was happening despite how poor her education in the Slums had been. She was definitely not on par with any of ShinRa's or the WRO's scientists.]

Depends on where's you're from though. What's Gaia mean to you or Materia?

Library

[tohko_amano]

Of course! I am the book girl for a reason!

[Tohko scratched her head and sighed.]

In my world, Materia is Latin for 'material'..and Gaia is an old Greek goddess for the Earth. But they probably mean different things to you, since you're from a different universe.

Library

[denigrator]

[Hojo adjusts his own glasses. He sees her across the room and recognizes her. Well, she's not particularly interesting, but a little. He supposes. He doesn't expect he can sneak up on a Turk, so he doesn't try.]

A questionable choice of reading material.

[Well, it's better than reading something by Hollander, he supposes.

Re: Library

[speaks_dirty]

[Oh, Ifrit's Flaming Balls. He's still here? She resists the urge to cringe at the sound of his voice and looks up, pulling off her reading glasses.]

Think so? He was still pretty well respected by my time.

[Even Siira thinks Hollander sucked.]

[denigrator]

Hm, being well respected doesn't necessary mean anything. Public opinion is worthless.

[But Hojo's a bit distracted, which is nothing new. He goes to a nearby shelf and begins to examine it.]

But by all means, read whatever rubbish you prefer.

[He seems to have found something of interest on the shelf, so it's a moment or two before he speaks again.]

Have you been here all this time? Or did you return to Gaia at any point?

[speaks_dirty]

The public is full of bullshit, always has been.

[Good, that's actually a relief for her. Siira never was comfortable around science types. Especially ShinRa science types.]

Thanks for that, really. [All the sarcasm.

Oh. But there goes her mood.]

I've been on the Planet, yeah. For awhile now.

Gymnasium

[midgarhorizon]

[Someone leaned over her while she lifted weights, peering down. Reno grinned down at her.]

Siira? Siira, that you?

Re: Gymnasium

[speaks_dirty]

[The sudden face over hers gave her a start, almost dropping the bar and killing herself if she hadn't quickly pushed up at it to set it 'safely' on its stand.]

Fuck, Reno! I'm back for an hour and you're already tryin' to give me a heartattack. And I sure as hell ain't Shotgun.

[Pausing to look him over and damn-]

Sparky or Rusty? Been awhile since I've seen either'a you.

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno wouldn't let her get crushed, when he saw she might drop it he reached out, but she got it in time.]

Sparky. [He snaps his fingers] Hey yeah, you weren't here when he disappeared. It's just me and Elena here now.

[Then a pause, and he grins, giving her a big hug.]

Glad you're back, babe.

[speaks_dirty]

[Good, she might have been a little offended if he let her die. And maybe a little hurt. Emotionally. She'd definitely have been hurt physically.]

None of the others have appeared then?

[With a grin, she hugs him back tightly. Maybe not as tightly as she usually might but hey, she was just lifting about a hundred pounds, she's sore!]

Can't believe I'm sayin' this but so am I. I don't think anyone can understand how much of a hell it was for me.

Floor 39

[kindofademon]

[Ryuunosuke's own weight is pretty light, for now. He's been lifting as mostly a way to kill time.]

Having fun there?

Re: Floor 39

[speaks_dirty]

[She glanced over at him, taking notice of the weights but now how much they are. It really was a pain in the ass to not know what was being lifted.]

Plenty. More than I thought actually. It's great for stress and it's been months since I've lifted anything.

[kindofademon]

The tower's got a few homey touches like that. Of course, it's terrible in practically every other way.

[speaks_dirty]

Yeah, it is. I remember that much at least. My first month here before my extended 'vacation' on Gaia was when the power was out. There was no food or anything. Glad I came with a few MRE's.

Gymnasium

[neverbeamemory]

[He'd slumped his coat over one of the benches not too far away from where she was working out. Sephiroth usually left most of his kit in the Dormitory when he was going to work out but on the off-chance that the cold conditions may somehow have been responsible for the illness he'd had - he was playing it safe for the time being. Especially since this was the last place he remembers spending a session before he got ill. Mind you, he still left his armor behind in the Dorm.

Sephiroth headed over towards the weights from the mats where he'd been stretching out. He didn't even cast much more than a glance over the girl that was apparently using the next piece of equipment he usually went to but went straight to retrieve his coat. Straps that usually crossed his chest were loose hanging just above knee-length; the belt itself worked wonders as an additional support considering so many of these weights were more than what they looked. Long silver hair was loosely half braided together at the back - purely to keep it out of the way.]

Re: Gymnasium

[speaks_dirty]

[Siira didn't pay attention, at first, to the addition in the gymnasium. She focused on counting the reps she did in each set, the burning in her muscles and the sweat that kept stinging at her eyes. She focused on how it kept the chill at bay and it distracted her from the memory of seeing the remains of their Planet and of the months she spent there hearing nothing from that moment, just the remaining echoes of its death.

And when she finished that set and put the bar up for a breather she saw silver. Freezing in her spot, one arm hold her up and not sitting all the way up just yet, she first thought it was a Remnant. One of them had been there last time she was in the tower but then she really looked.

Sephiroth.

Anger boiled up in her but she held her temper back. How she did was a miracle, had Gun or Tseng or any of the others been here, she's sure she's have to be one of the people holding them back after what happened with Elena.

No no no no no no no.

Reno had threatened her last time, not to mention anything to him. That he'd stick her in Pyramid until she starved if she went after him. And she'd avoided him fairly well last time but apparently had run out since returning to the Planet.]

Re: Gymnasium

[neverbeamemory]

[Having retrieved his coat, Sephiroth glanced at the girl again as he made his way to another of the benches for him to drape it over - closer to where all the weights were stacked up.

He caught her gaze again. She was staring at him so strangely, was that recognition? Sephiroth had never laid eyes on this one ever before so he couldn't think why. He shot a 'your staring at me' glare at her before going back to testing each dumbbell - knowing well how they weren't necessarily stacked up in order, nor were the light ones necessarily the smallest.]

Re: Gymnasium

[speaks_dirty]

[The glare sent a shiver down her spine as only Sephiroth could do but that didn't give her enough of a look into his eyes. A chance to find what sanity lay in them. Had there ever been? Her distaste for working with SOLDIER's suddenly seemed inconvenient, making her realize how little she knew about any of them except Zack, from before everything went downhill. And she only knew Zack from when the Lifestream resurrected him.

For now though, she averted her eyes. If he wasn't saying anything yet, neither was she. Grabbing the jacket for her suit and pulling it on, she went to put the weights she had used away, her arms already burning enough that she needed to move onto something else. And there were machines nearby for her legs, despite how much walking she'd done on Gaia when she had been back there. All the while sparing glances towards the ex-SOLDIER, attempting to go unnoticed.]

[savedbyasong]

[Shion still hadn't quite been able to train again, but still he came up here every day and tried to make himself do something... anything.

But every time he even thought about fighting Ganondorf's words rang in his ears and made him feel ill.

His eyes widened when he saw a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in half a year.] Siira?

[Have a Shion peering at you, a little bit older, a little bit taller and a lot more broken than the last time you met.]

[speaks_dirty]

[Her voice caught her attention but she didn't look right away, opting to put her weight up safely before sitting up to look towards where she heard the voice.

A grin crossed her face when she spotted him though then a bit of confusion.]

Shion? Ah hell, I can't have been gone that long!

[savedbyasong]

Six months roughly. [He smiled at her] Welcome back.

[speaks_dirty]

Damn, that's a long time.

[Getting up from the bench and stretching her arms, feeling the tightness in the muscles and how they burn-] Feels like it, actually. Now that I actually have something to lift.

[She stands and goes over then, getting a better look at him. And she immediately notices how much more broken he is.] Something happened.