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☁ (onewolf) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-04 18:30:00

Entry tags:

!log, cameron, cloud strife, rex racer

250 thousand miles on a clear night in June
Who: Cloud Strife + Cameron + Rex Racer + Anyone!
When: Noon-time, maybe
Where: Around the city
What: Cloud is trying to get around...as best as a guy with a humongous ride can do it.
Rating/status: ~PG/ongoing

John Glenn.

That was the name Cloud Strife heard the TV screen call the smiling man waving to the camera. He was the first man to fly out to space, they said, and he seemed like a very interesting and nice man, too, with whatever the voice was telling its audience of two about him.

"You think he's saying the truth about space, son?"

Cloud turned to the old man smoking a menace beside him.

"I think it's all crap, if you ask me!" he cackled a broken one and removed his cigarette from his lips. "It all just can't be emptiness and lights, you know? What about all those aliens, huh? Those aliens, they gotta be out there! Huh? What do you think, son?"

Cloud blinked at the man scratching his balding head. "Me?" he asked.

The old man looked around. "Sure, you! Who else, huh?"

Who else, indeed? Cloud turned back to the head-sized TV screen in front of him. It was a sunny day and there was barely anyone around this side of the city. "I know there are stars all over. And it's really dark out there. And empty."

"Empty! That's bull, y'know?" the old man snorted. "What, you talkin' like you'd be there?" But when Cloud turned to him quietly, he added, "You've never been to outer space, or have you?"

Cloud nodded. "I've been there."

"You're crazy," the old man snorted again and tossed his cigarette down the pavement. "Jesus Christ, you're all crazy." And then he turned.

"Wait," Cloud called the moment he saw the man moving away, "Do you know where I can get fuel?"

"Screw you. Crazy."

Cloud let out some breath through his nostrils, pressing his lips against each other very vaguely before he looked down to the black beauty that he held by its grip -- a bulky contraption which, if inspected closely, actually had the architecture of a highly-modernized motorcycle. It had been drawing much attention from the citizens, and the children especially loved it that Cloud could not find it in his heart to be selfish to them. Anyway, their parents drew them away in the end. But that had been the first time such attention happened.

So what was this place? Where was he? His phone wouldn't work no matter how many times he tried it and the city was...so rich, so happy, as if the world hadn't just started to end.

And this John Glenn...he wasn't the first man in space. Unless Shinra tampered with the records, he knew that it was his friend, Cid Highwind.

So many questions with absolutely no answers. Cloud was determined to find them but in order to do that, he had to get one thing first: fuel for his motorbike the Fenrir.

Kicking off her sidestand, Cloud soldiered on, pushing his precious ride along.

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9lives
2011-06-11 02:10 pm UTC (link)

"Where're you staying? I can drop by after I get off work." Because all appearances to the contrary, Rex was at work. As much as Stark's facilities were sufficient for service, maintenance or even the larger mechanical jobs, they had only minimal fueling capabilities.

Alternatively, in a less forward/creepy way (honestly, he was doing this for the bike), "or, let me give you my number."

Rex stuck his torso through the rolled down window of the town car, and searched around in the glove box. Re-emerging with a black marker and a scrap piece of paper, he scribbled down the phone number for his connection at work. "Ask for Rex," he added, handing it over.

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onewolf
2011-06-11 02:42 pm UTC (link)

"Rex," Cloud repeated as he took the note he had been given and read the number. It was a strange number, but if it works for Rex, then Cloud was fine with that. Assuming, of course, that this man he was talking to was named Rex.

"Actually, I just dropped by," he confessed to Rex as he flipped his phone open and in spite of its lack of signal, keyed the number in. It would be safer there than a piece of paper. "I'm still looking for a place to stay. D'you know anywhere?" he looked up to the taller man as deft fingers folded his phone shut and he slipped it back inside his pocket while he crumpled Rex's note.

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9lives
2011-06-12 02:05 pm UTC (link)

A cell phone, how quaint. Well, maybe quaint wasn't the right word; Rex hadn't seen one in a while. His own had been discarded randomly somewhere in his apartment, having no more power, and no one to call anyway.

"There's a motel about two blocks West," Rex pointed. "It's basic, but cheap and clean. You good for cash?"

All the sort of helpfulness that he was offered when he first got here, so Rex figured what came around should go around.

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onewolf
2011-06-12 02:25 pm UTC (link)

A motel sounds good. It was definitely better than the streets which was something Cloud was worried he'd have to resign himself to. He'd sleep in cars, under the shade of trees, a church, a bed of rock but no, not in the streets! That's just...that's just not him, no.

Cloud turned to the direction of the man's left side, as though in an attempt to catch a glimpse of this motel he was talking about. "I...got mm..." slipping his hands inside his pocket, he revealed the two crumpled pieces of ten-dollar notes and showed it to Rex. He was really trying to do his best not to look clueless here.

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