Cloud Strife (heybuster) wrote in stop_the_world, @ 2009-11-15 16:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | cloud strife, final fantasy, one-shot, open |
{ cloud / one-shot / open } ;; wouldn't it be great to have dreams
WHO: Cloud Strife
WHAT: Needs a purpose.
WHEN: Post his original game canon.
WHERE: Cliffs above Midgar.
WARNINGS: Mmm. Major introspection.
The tinny noise of the phone ringing echoed harshly around the crevices of the cliff face, emphasizing how out of place it was amongst all that nature. It was a contrast that roused Cloud from his reverie. With a swift pump of his arms for momentum, he pulled up to a seated position. He didn’t remember laying down… maybe he’d dozed off…
Ring ring… ring ring. The phone seemed to grow more insistent till he drew it out of his pocket, then there was just the lighted screen reflecting off his face. Tifa. She probably wanted to know if he’d found a job. Finding something to do would be healthy, she said; she just wanted to see him shaping his own life…
His own life… He’d been up here thinking about that, hadn’t he. The phone’s ring finally fell silent, acknowledging that it was being ignored. He’d apologize to Tifa later. Pocketing the item, Cloud then wrapped his arms loosely about his knees. A stray breeze ruffled his bangs and caught him glancing at its invisible force as it skittered away over the cliff top, taking small debris and dust with it. He’d felt like that before. Pulled. But now there was just… just this. Life. Everything that had happened to everyone and he was the one left here afterward to keep doing things. Did he deserve it? That chance?
I want to do everything. That’s right; he still had a lot of things to do. He’d finally found himself, but he had more than that to live for. It wasn’t just about him. Otherwise he’d be a… a pretty lousy legacy.
Cloud pushed off of the gravelly earth and to his feet decisively. Nearby, the bike that had brought him there, across the vast distance from the city. It was a rental, the bike, but he was growing attached. Maybe he should… maybe he should get one of his own next time. Yeah. That’d be nice. Till then, he swung his leg over the borrowed motorcycle, settling down on the seat and adjusting for the sword across his back before he glanced to where he’d been lying.
Time to…
Can’t you ever say something more manly?
That’s right.
With a quick jerk from his foot, the kickstand popped up and a flick of the wrist revved the engine into excitement.
Move out!