Cloud Strife (![]() ![]() @ 2011-08-11 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | cloud strife, kristina snow |
Who: Cloud, OPEN
When: Thursday evening
Where: Somewhere in the park
What: Cloud's 21 again, and with that comes a huge gap in his memory and mental instability, also known as, "I stole my dead best friend's personality because I couldn't deal with four years of torture and said best friend's tragic death."
Rating: Somewhere around Teen, edging on Mature because Cloud is mentally very messed up and a little callous and violent.
Status: Open
Cloud had no idea what was going on. He wished he did. He was standing in a forest or maybe just an area with lots of trees. No. Wait. He wasn't standing. He was sitting. That wasn't good. That wasn't normal. He needed to get up. It was important that he get up. Normal people got up when they were alone in a forest. Right? So he stood, or tried to stand. He ended up leaning against a tree as the world spun around him. Where was he? He didn't know. How had he gotten there? He couldn't remember. There was something ... Something important. Something he should remember. What was it? When he tried, all he got were flashes that didn't make sense. A room. A door. A staircase. Sunlight. Something heavy on his back. He reached over his shoulder and touched the hilt of a sword. That was right. He was supposed to have a sword. A sword he'd gotten ... Where? Where had he gotten the sword?
SOLDIER.
The word came from a voice in his head. His voice? My Honor. My dreams. They're yours now. That was important. Why was that important? Cloud reached up and clasped his head with one hand, trying to fight back a sudden ache. Why couldn't he remember? What was going on? What had happened to him? He needed to know.
Cloud grimaced and sank back to the ground, now clutching his head with both hands, and tried, desperately, to grasp who he was through the blinding pain.