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I never thought it would be like this. When I joined, I mean. I thought there would be more protection, and not so much hand to hand combat. But here I am. Standing face to face with my enemy, and yet, he is my friend. My first friend in this place. My first love. My only hope for survival in the pit I had fallen into.
My name is Lucky Stevenson. And this is my story. A story, of joy, and struggle, of what seemed to be eternal tumult. A story of betrayal, and sadness. A story of hope, and peace, of war and terror and utmost violence. A story that no one wants to know or hear. One that has been pushed into the farthest minds of all who were there, and even the ones who just heard about it. Something to be feared, yes. War.
I am a gypsy. I moved here from a small camp in Italy. Away from my tyrant father and my husband to be. A fiancee I didn't love, or even like for that matter. But he had nice pigs and more money than I could hold. The night before my wedding, I stole a wagon, and took my horse, Georgio, and left Italy. I rode for many days and nights, finally finding my self at a small pub. I didn't know the town, but I didn't care. It wasn't where I was and that was good enough.
I walked to the bar and sat quietly. I was 19 at the time. I wasn't much to see either. I was short, around 5'4" with long curly brown hair that I kept pulled back in a low ponytail. I had pasty skin to say the least, because I was kept inside a wagon almost my whole life. I had bags under my dull brown from lack of proper sunshine and sleep. I guess you could say I was sickly looking. When I first arrived at the Keep, I wore traditional gypsy garb. Long, earth toned skirts, a white cotton shirt, long sleeves, and a burgundy colored vest. I was so naive. I was young, and stupid and anxious to see a world that was only in my most elaborate dreams. At the time, my life was still innocent, and beautiful, and I had seemed to take advantage of what I thought were hardships. But I still had much to learn.
I was still under age, but perhaps I could fool the bartender. I ordered whiskey, a drink I had come across at certain parties or celebrations. The bartender looked at me suspiciously and asked me how old I was. I told him I was twenty one of course! He shook his head and then put the glass away.
" I don't believe you are poppet. You have yet to shed your childish looks yet," he said, in a gravely voice. This of course only angered me. How dare he tell me how I could live?
" Hobbs, give me a whiskey and shot. Please."
I turned, surprised by the smooth voice coming from beside me. There sat the only person at the bar. I assumed he had been listening the whole time. Knowing perfectly well that I was under age. He was tall, taller than me of course, and looking a bit rough around the edges. He had blonde hair that fell in his eyes that he casually flicked back with a slight nod of his head. He had beautiful deep blue eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He smiled a small, discrete smile. The bartender, Hobbs, got the man his whiskey and shot of whatever it was he got. He stepped away from the bar and nodded for me to follow. I of course followed, though, I suppose I should have been more cautious, I didn't know this man!
He sat and offered me the chair across from him. I sat, and laid my backpack upon the table. I eyed the whiskey then the man. He was truly a lovely sight if I had ever seen one. He slid me the whiskey and looked at me. I placed a cautious hand on it and pulled it closer to me. I frowned a bit and peered into it. Here goes nothin'!
" You might want to take that slow. It's pretty strong," spoke the man softly. I nodded and lifted it to my lips. I sipped it and then wrinkled my nose in utter disgust. I never really like whiskey anyway.
" What's your name?", he asked looking at me, a slight smile painted on his lips.
" Lucky..Stevenson. You?", I said, still cautious. I didn't think it safe to talk to a stranger. But then again, I was a stranger as well. And he was so much older than me. I think...
" Rufus Shinra. Nice to meet you Lucky."
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I never thought it would be like this. When I joined, I mean. I thought there would be more protection, and not so much hand to hand combat. But here I am. Standing face to face with my enemy, and yet, he is my friend. My first friend in this place. My first love. My only hope for survival in the pit I had fallen into.
My name is Lucky Stevenson. And this is my story. A story, of joy, and struggle, of what seemed to be eternal tumult. A story of betrayal, and sadness. A story of hope, and peace, of war and terror and utmost violence. A story that no one wants to know or hear. One that has been pushed into the farthest minds of all who were there, and even the ones who just heard about it. Something to be feared, yes. War.
I am a gypsy. I moved here from a small camp in Italy. Away from my tyrant father and my husband to be. A fiancee I didn't love, or even like for that matter. But he had nice pigs and more money than I could hold. The night before my wedding, I stole a wagon, and took my horse, Georgio, and left Italy. I rode for many days and nights, finally finding my self at a small pub. I didn't know the town, but I didn't care. It wasn't where I was and that was good enough.
I walked to the bar and sat quietly. I was 19 at the time. I wasn't much to see either. I was short, around 5'4" with long curly brown hair that I kept pulled back in a low ponytail. I had pasty skin to say the least, because I was kept inside a wagon almost my whole life. I had bags under my dull brown from lack of proper sunshine and sleep. I guess you could say I was sickly looking. When I first arrived at the Keep, I wore traditional gypsy garb. Long, earth toned skirts, a white cotton shirt, long sleeves, and a burgundy colored vest. I was so naive. I was young, and stupid and anxious to see a world that was only in my most elaborate dreams. At the time, my life was still innocent, and beautiful, and I had seemed to take advantage of what I thought were hardships. But I still had much to learn.
I was still under age, but perhaps I could fool the bartender. I ordered whiskey, a drink I had come across at certain parties or celebrations. The bartender looked at me suspiciously and asked me how old I was. I told him I was twenty one of course! He shook his head and then put the glass away.
" I don't believe you are poppet. You have yet to shed your childish looks yet," he said, in a gravely voice. This of course only angered me. How dare he tell me how I could live?
" Hobbs, give me a whiskey and shot. Please."
I turned, surprised by the smooth voice coming from beside me. There sat the only person at the bar. I assumed he had been listening the whole time. Knowing perfectly well that I was under age. He was tall, taller than me of course, and looking a bit rough around the edges. He had blonde hair that fell in his eyes that he casually flicked back with a slight nod of his head. He had beautiful deep blue eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He smiled a small, discrete smile. The bartender, Hobbs, got the man his whiskey and shot of whatever it was he got. He stepped away from the bar and nodded for me to follow. I of course followed, though, I suppose I should have been more cautious, I didn't know this man!
He sat and offered me the chair across from him. I sat, and laid my backpack upon the table. I eyed the whiskey then the man. He was truly a lovely sight if I had ever seen one. He slid me the whiskey and looked at me. I placed a cautious hand on it and pulled it closer to me. I frowned a bit and peered into it. Here goes nothin'!
" You might want to take that slow. It's pretty strong," spoke the man softly. I nodded and lifted it to my lips. I sipped it and then wrinkled my nose in utter disgust. I never really like whiskey anyway.
" What's your name?", he asked looking at me, a slight smile painted on his lips.
" Lucky..Stevenson. You?", I said, still cautious. I didn't think it safe to talk to a stranger. But then again, I was a stranger as well. And he was so much older than me. I think...
" Rufus Shinra. Nice to meet you Lucky."