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Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
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Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
Sample Application (Malkus Iverwelling)
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Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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16th-23rd January
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Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII | Reserved
[it didn't take Cloud long to figure out how this phone worked exactly. wherever he was, it was nowhere on the Planet anymore. he'd already been here for the past day- he just didn't think to communicate with anyone until now. he had his own cell phone, but the reception was dead and useless to him. in the camera you can see a man with hauntingly glowing blue eyes. you can't hear it through the video, but occasionally his eyes dart around...as if he hears something. someone. voices. he's inside, it seems. but where? one of the apartments no doubt]
I've lived nightmares worse than this. (Let's just hope this doesn't come back to bite me.)
Can anybody hear me? Tifa? Barret?
... ... ...
All alone. Hm.
[with a creaking sound, he falls back on the bed he's on, holding the camera over himself still as he stares up into it. his eyes don't show any real signs of fear... but there's something else in them. the feeling of isolation. of being alone. it was worse than most horrors]
Think. I fell asleep in my own bed. Don’t think I was even dreaming but I…
[one last time, Cloud pulls out his old phone, the reception dead and the battery life starting to dwindle down. no one to call, text, no one to give him an answer… he finally closes his eyes as he lets his cell drop beside his head. he suddenly feels tired]
Where am I really? I can't wake up.
Sample Entry Two: This wasn’t exactly how Cloud had anticipated his first day in Haven to pan out. Down beneath the equally bleak city above and into the subway tunnels, one man in particular had taken his chances. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to find, but he’d found the stations and railways familiar to him. It was reminiscent of the same train stations that he and the others travelled through in Midgar. This time, there were no missions on hand or reactors to destroy; only a selfish desire to escape and find that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Every step that he took invoked an echo that seemed to ring far longer than he would have preferred, as if it came back to pound in his ears and remind him that each step he took was to be cherished.
As if he didn’t have many left to live through-
“!”
Whirling on his heel, Cloud’s paranoia was beginning to reach critical mass. The voices in his head, the whispers, the thought of being touched but it never actually coming… So wound up by this realm of despair was Cloud, that he impulsively drew his sword, pointing it at the darkness only for nothing to answer the call of battle. For a good minute he stood there, holding his ground as the brightest light down there was the dull glow of mako in his sapphire-hued gaze. The grip upon his blade tightened too until eventually it ceased, an admittedly shaky sigh escaping the man’s lips as he didn’t bother to resheath it. He would keep it by his side, like an elderly man in need of his walking stick. It was his only way, his only solace in this world of darkness and madness. Theorizing that if he kept following the tunnels, he’d eventually see a way out, the acerbic warrior pressed onward. Would he wake up? Was he already awake to begin with? What was he supposed to believe and what was he supposed to deny? He didn’t dare call out least he attracted unwanted attention. An hour passed as he checked his phone- no reception underground. It was only natural after all.
And yet Cloud wasn’t afraid of the dark or what lurked here. No, his fears ran far deeper…
”You hate being alone so let people in. Sure you don’t answer the phone, but I don’t see you throwing it away either!”
“Ah…?” He stopped again, this time sensing that something was approaching. In the darkness ahead was a pair of sinister glowing red eyes. He should have known that staying down here for so long he would eventually come across something. But he wouldn’t give in- he still felt power surging through his body, adrenaline guiding him to his goal, to a way out. To victory; it would never be in his grasp however. And if he was going to stubbornly keep this up, he was going to learn the hard way.
--
SEVEN HOURS LATER . . .
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”Haah… haah… ngh—aah..”
The grunts and groans heard rising from the steps of the Haven West station almost signified that something wicked was daring to rise up from the depths underground. It was always more frightening when you didn’t know what went bump in the night. For anyone that was happening by at the time however, or would happen by later on, the otherwise dull and washed out scenery would be accentuated by some fine, fresh crimson, a trail of blood leading up the steps to the entrance. And who or what was responsible for the change of scenery? Dragging his blade behind him with blood and gore clinging from the otherwise shining work of art, he could barely use it as a crutch let alone as a weapon now.
Seven hours…seven hours he stayed down there and threw himself to the wolves as it were. And what did Cloud have to show for it? A glazed over look in his eyes with a notable and deep gash in the back that threatened to let you see to his spine, bite marks that tore bits of flesh from his body, and so much more that no one should have dared survive through. With the last of his strength, the blond warrior that could never truly say die, found his gaze searching the murky skies above. It was in that moment that he finally found solace in something. Something cool that conflicted with the hot sensation coursing through his body.
“Ah…”
The rain… If he rested for a while, the rain would wash away the blood and he could get back up later. Right?
“………”
Was he even aware of where he was now? His heart beat in his chest, his body broken but his mind unable to truly yield. And even than as he finally collapsed to the cold ground beneath him, his eyes lifeless and betraying that he was still alive…
(Tifa…)
Cloud would carry on. Cloud would suffer. There were other ways to die than to lose one’s physical being. The question at hand was, would he let himself die anyway?
Welcome to Haven, Cloud Strife. You have no power here.
"Somebody..."
Re: Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII | Reserved
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