Mounted Posters
By The Digital One
This will eventually become a Quall. There will be two types of chapters: Lost Memories Revisited (which will be narrated by me and will depict events in the orphanage), and Paperclip Chronicles (which will be the future or events in the actual game, told in Quisty's POV ^^). It's also my first FFVIII fic, YAY! I'd like to share that I absolutely LOATHE Rinoa, and I hate even more what very steadfast romance going on between the two in the game.
Um, if you're curious about the title, I usually base my romance stories on songs, and even chapters. This story was inspired by Dido's "Thank You." Don't ask.
~~~~~~~~chapter title
Chapter I ~ Lost Memories Revisited
~~~~~~~~beginning
"Sefie! SEFIE!" a high pitched voice woke up Quistis. She moaned, rubbed her eyes, and saw Irvine yelling in Selphie's ear. Quistis looked at Selphie, whose head was buried in her pillow. Quistis found it surprising that Selphie didn't wake up from Irvine's booming yells. Quistis furrowed her brow and put her hands across her chest.
"Hmph," Quistis grunted loudly, loud enough to show Irvine she was grumpy, though not as loud as his yells.
"Wut did I do?" Irvine said, throwing his pudgy hands in the air. Quistis put her lower lip over his upper lip, and furrowed her brow more. Irvine blinked several times. After a periodic moment of silence, Irvine pulled at Selphie's arm poking out of the covers, and after realizing he couldn't pull Selphie out of bed, continued crying her name.
"Sefie! Are yoo ded?" Irvine yelled at the top of his lungs.
"No, Sefie's tryin' to get sum sleep, leef her 'lone!" Quistis pouted. Irvine stood staring at Selphie.
"Hey, Quisty, wanna play a game?" Irvine then inquired Quistis. Her grumpy mood suddenly became ousted, as she jumped out of the cot she shared with Selphie, and grinned. Irvine smiled and took Quistis' hand, and went out of the small room.
"Wanna go up to der ligh'house?" Irvine said, swinging his arms and skipping in unison with Quistis, as the morning sun poured onto the sand, and reflected off of the beautiful Centra Ocean. Quistis looked into Irvine's eager eyes, and nodded.
As they were walking up to the promontory the lighthouse was mounted on, Quistis looked at Irvine a couple of times without noticing. His auburn hair was cut short, and reflected in the sunlight. He was about a head taller than Quistis, and liked wearing bright colors like red and yellow. Today, Irvine was wearing a pair of beige shorts, with permanent grass stains, and an orange shirt that looked unfamiliar. It sported several strange looking circular objects. Quistis decided not to ask about his new shirt, but instead brought up a totally different subject.
"Guess wut, Irvy!" Quistis said. Irvine looked at Quistis, a look of question on his face. Quistis didn't wait any longer for Irvine's curiosity linger.
"Look, mah toof's loose!" Quistis moved her lip muscles to show a full set of baby teeth. She opened a gap between her teeth, and used her tongue to wiggle one of her teeth on her bottom jaw. Irvine gave a squeak of excitement.
"Kewl! I hurd that a toof fairee gives yoo money if yoo haff a lost toof!" Irvine said. Quistis widened her eyes in interested as she continued wiggling her tooth.
"Really? Nuh uh!" Quistis said in disbelief.
"Wanna bet yer toof on it?" Irvine said, suddenly halting.
"Wut would yoo gimme if yer wron'?" Quistis said, in mild interest.
"A bathkitbull!"
"A wut?"
"A bathkitbull," Irvine pointed at the circle on his shirt.
"No, I dun want yer shirt. It's ugly."
"Not mah shirt, the bathkitbull Matwyn gave me for Easter," Irvine said.
"Wut's a bathkitbull?" Quistis asked curiously.
"Dat thing on mah shirt," Irvine said.
"Show a real 'un to me," Quistis said. Irvine nodded, and ran back to the orphanage. Quistis, wanting to know what a 'bathkitbull' was, followed him.
~~~~~~~~time split
Quistis caught up with Irvine in the small boy's dormitory. Like the girl's dorm, there were four cots, and there were three to four to one cot. Most of them were awake, playing with plastic trucks while making sound affects. One, in particular was smiling grimly as Irvine yelled at him, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Seifur yoo meanie! Gimme my bathkitbull back or eat dung!" Irvine was yelling. Surprisingly, the other boys were too engrossed in their playing to notice Seifer sitting on an orange basketball.
"Seifur stop being a thief 'n' give Irvy his bathkitbull back," Quistis said in a small voice. Seifer was known to have a short temper, and frequently uses force rather than words. Quistis wanted to defend her friend, yet not get hurt. Seifer turned around to notice Quistis, and leered at her, an ominous grin painted on his face.
"Whatchoo say, Quisty?" Seifer said, holding the large basketball in his small hands. "Yoo dun wanna get 'urt, do yoo?"
". No. but you better give Irvy his ball back! Or else," Quistis failed to make her voice sound threatening.
"Or else wut?" Seifer asked. This left Quistis staring at two boys crashing their toy trucks into each other.
"Quisty's gonna tell on yoo!" a small, squeaking voice came from the opposite side of the room - it was Zell.
"You crybaby Zell, stay outta dis," Seifer growled. Zell stood on hid bed and put his arms in the air as if he was ready for defense or attack. Instead of doing the same, Seifer laughed.
"Dun tell Zell wut to do, yoo bossy. chicken!" Irvine said. He stood up to, and punched Seifer's shoulder lightly.
"I thought yoo said yoo were gonna tell on me," Seifer said, yawning. Zell put down his arms.
"Oh yea." Zell fiddled with the buckles of his trousers. Seifer's face was full of fear, though he quickly hid it.
"Tell Matwyn and yoo gonna get it big, crybaby Zell," Seifer admonished in a threatening tone.
"Wutever. I'm gonna tell on yoo first. MATWYN!" Zell ran off, squealing as Seifer chased him.
"ZELL! YOO CRYBABY ZELL!!" Seifer yelled as Zell ran off to Matron's room. The boys and Quistis watched Zell being chased by Seifer. Once they were out of site, Irvine held his basketball, and held it out to Quistis. Quistis took the ball.
"Dis is a bathkitbull?" Quistis asked.
"Yes."
"Wut does it do?"
"Watch!" Irvine took it back, and started bouncing it on the cement floor. Quistis blinked several times.
"I guess. Go ahead and ask Matwyn." Quistis eyed the weird ball. "Orange isn't mah color, though. Yoo have a pink ball?"
Irvine stuck out his tongue and contorted his face. "Eww, no way. Pink's a girl's color."
"Wutever," Quistis scowled. "C'mon, Irvy! Let's see Matwyn!"
~~~~~~~~time split
When Irvine and Quistis entered Matron's room, the first thing they saw was Zell sitting on a chair, whom was smoothing out his hair, and watching keenly as Matron punished Seifer. A boy wearing yellow was hiding behind a cupboard, was watching Seifer being scold.
"Seifer, you're a really bad boy. Why would you want to threaten your friend?" Matron's voice was like the whispering wind, yet it showed sternness. Seifer looked at his worn out heels, and pouted.
".Zell ain't my friend," Seifer said in a low voice.
"You need a punishment, Seifer," Matron said. "No supper for you - tonight's pizza night."
"Aww! No fair!" Seifer looked at Matron with his puppy dog eyes. Matron ignored his pleas coming from his facial expressions.
"Anything you need?" Matron said her back on Quistis and Irvine. Quistis nudged Irvine, and Irvine cleared his throat.
"Matwyn, is it true dat when your toof falls out, a toof fairy gives yoo money?" Irvine asked. Seifer covered his mouth, while the mystery boy and Zell were watching Irvine curiously.
".Umm. no," Matron said hastily. ". Why you ask?"
"Oh," Irvine said, avoiding Quistis' eyes. "Umm. Quisty has a loose toof."
Matron widened her eyes. "Well, it's true that when one has a loose tooth, he or she will make a new friend!" Matron said. Quistis' eyes immediately met the stone cold blue eyes of the boy hiding behind the cupboard. "Don't be shy, Quistis doesn't bite."
A boy with chestnut hair and a round face walked slowly toward Quistis. Quistis didn't know what to say to the newcomer, and the boy seemed as lost as her.
"Go on, introduce yourself," Matron said gently. Zell and Seifer watched in amusement.
"Hi. my name's Squall," the young boy said clearly. Quistis waved.
"My name's Quistis. People call me Quisty, though."
The boy nodded. A long silence ensued, and Quistis felt all of the eyes in the room (except for Squall's, whose attention was glued to the ceramic floor) on her.
"Umm, wanna play a game Squall?" Quistis asked. Zell jumped off oh his chair.
"Ooo! I wanna play Quisty!" Irvine and Zell said at once.
"Alright, Quistis," Squall said rather expressionlessly.
"Her name's Quis-TEEEE, Squally," Irvine corrected.
"Whatev'r," Squall shrugged.
"Yoo still owe me a bathkitbull. Irvy,"
"Shaddup, yoo have a new friend. Now, let's call Sefie!"
Squall Leonhart however, couldn't fit in with these loud kids.
By The Digital One
This will eventually become a Quall. There will be two types of chapters: Lost Memories Revisited (which will be narrated by me and will depict events in the orphanage), and Paperclip Chronicles (which will be the future or events in the actual game, told in Quisty's POV ^^). It's also my first FFVIII fic, YAY! I'd like to share that I absolutely LOATHE Rinoa, and I hate even more what very steadfast romance going on between the two in the game.
Um, if you're curious about the title, I usually base my romance stories on songs, and even chapters. This story was inspired by Dido's "Thank You." Don't ask.
~~~~~~~~chapter title
Chapter I ~ Lost Memories Revisited
~~~~~~~~beginning
"Sefie! SEFIE!" a high pitched voice woke up Quistis. She moaned, rubbed her eyes, and saw Irvine yelling in Selphie's ear. Quistis looked at Selphie, whose head was buried in her pillow. Quistis found it surprising that Selphie didn't wake up from Irvine's booming yells. Quistis furrowed her brow and put her hands across her chest.
"Hmph," Quistis grunted loudly, loud enough to show Irvine she was grumpy, though not as loud as his yells.
"Wut did I do?" Irvine said, throwing his pudgy hands in the air. Quistis put her lower lip over his upper lip, and furrowed her brow more. Irvine blinked several times. After a periodic moment of silence, Irvine pulled at Selphie's arm poking out of the covers, and after realizing he couldn't pull Selphie out of bed, continued crying her name.
"Sefie! Are yoo ded?" Irvine yelled at the top of his lungs.
"No, Sefie's tryin' to get sum sleep, leef her 'lone!" Quistis pouted. Irvine stood staring at Selphie.
"Hey, Quisty, wanna play a game?" Irvine then inquired Quistis. Her grumpy mood suddenly became ousted, as she jumped out of the cot she shared with Selphie, and grinned. Irvine smiled and took Quistis' hand, and went out of the small room.
"Wanna go up to der ligh'house?" Irvine said, swinging his arms and skipping in unison with Quistis, as the morning sun poured onto the sand, and reflected off of the beautiful Centra Ocean. Quistis looked into Irvine's eager eyes, and nodded.
As they were walking up to the promontory the lighthouse was mounted on, Quistis looked at Irvine a couple of times without noticing. His auburn hair was cut short, and reflected in the sunlight. He was about a head taller than Quistis, and liked wearing bright colors like red and yellow. Today, Irvine was wearing a pair of beige shorts, with permanent grass stains, and an orange shirt that looked unfamiliar. It sported several strange looking circular objects. Quistis decided not to ask about his new shirt, but instead brought up a totally different subject.
"Guess wut, Irvy!" Quistis said. Irvine looked at Quistis, a look of question on his face. Quistis didn't wait any longer for Irvine's curiosity linger.
"Look, mah toof's loose!" Quistis moved her lip muscles to show a full set of baby teeth. She opened a gap between her teeth, and used her tongue to wiggle one of her teeth on her bottom jaw. Irvine gave a squeak of excitement.
"Kewl! I hurd that a toof fairee gives yoo money if yoo haff a lost toof!" Irvine said. Quistis widened her eyes in interested as she continued wiggling her tooth.
"Really? Nuh uh!" Quistis said in disbelief.
"Wanna bet yer toof on it?" Irvine said, suddenly halting.
"Wut would yoo gimme if yer wron'?" Quistis said, in mild interest.
"A bathkitbull!"
"A wut?"
"A bathkitbull," Irvine pointed at the circle on his shirt.
"No, I dun want yer shirt. It's ugly."
"Not mah shirt, the bathkitbull Matwyn gave me for Easter," Irvine said.
"Wut's a bathkitbull?" Quistis asked curiously.
"Dat thing on mah shirt," Irvine said.
"Show a real 'un to me," Quistis said. Irvine nodded, and ran back to the orphanage. Quistis, wanting to know what a 'bathkitbull' was, followed him.
~~~~~~~~time split
Quistis caught up with Irvine in the small boy's dormitory. Like the girl's dorm, there were four cots, and there were three to four to one cot. Most of them were awake, playing with plastic trucks while making sound affects. One, in particular was smiling grimly as Irvine yelled at him, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Seifur yoo meanie! Gimme my bathkitbull back or eat dung!" Irvine was yelling. Surprisingly, the other boys were too engrossed in their playing to notice Seifer sitting on an orange basketball.
"Seifur stop being a thief 'n' give Irvy his bathkitbull back," Quistis said in a small voice. Seifer was known to have a short temper, and frequently uses force rather than words. Quistis wanted to defend her friend, yet not get hurt. Seifer turned around to notice Quistis, and leered at her, an ominous grin painted on his face.
"Whatchoo say, Quisty?" Seifer said, holding the large basketball in his small hands. "Yoo dun wanna get 'urt, do yoo?"
". No. but you better give Irvy his ball back! Or else," Quistis failed to make her voice sound threatening.
"Or else wut?" Seifer asked. This left Quistis staring at two boys crashing their toy trucks into each other.
"Quisty's gonna tell on yoo!" a small, squeaking voice came from the opposite side of the room - it was Zell.
"You crybaby Zell, stay outta dis," Seifer growled. Zell stood on hid bed and put his arms in the air as if he was ready for defense or attack. Instead of doing the same, Seifer laughed.
"Dun tell Zell wut to do, yoo bossy. chicken!" Irvine said. He stood up to, and punched Seifer's shoulder lightly.
"I thought yoo said yoo were gonna tell on me," Seifer said, yawning. Zell put down his arms.
"Oh yea." Zell fiddled with the buckles of his trousers. Seifer's face was full of fear, though he quickly hid it.
"Tell Matwyn and yoo gonna get it big, crybaby Zell," Seifer admonished in a threatening tone.
"Wutever. I'm gonna tell on yoo first. MATWYN!" Zell ran off, squealing as Seifer chased him.
"ZELL! YOO CRYBABY ZELL!!" Seifer yelled as Zell ran off to Matron's room. The boys and Quistis watched Zell being chased by Seifer. Once they were out of site, Irvine held his basketball, and held it out to Quistis. Quistis took the ball.
"Dis is a bathkitbull?" Quistis asked.
"Yes."
"Wut does it do?"
"Watch!" Irvine took it back, and started bouncing it on the cement floor. Quistis blinked several times.
"I guess. Go ahead and ask Matwyn." Quistis eyed the weird ball. "Orange isn't mah color, though. Yoo have a pink ball?"
Irvine stuck out his tongue and contorted his face. "Eww, no way. Pink's a girl's color."
"Wutever," Quistis scowled. "C'mon, Irvy! Let's see Matwyn!"
~~~~~~~~time split
When Irvine and Quistis entered Matron's room, the first thing they saw was Zell sitting on a chair, whom was smoothing out his hair, and watching keenly as Matron punished Seifer. A boy wearing yellow was hiding behind a cupboard, was watching Seifer being scold.
"Seifer, you're a really bad boy. Why would you want to threaten your friend?" Matron's voice was like the whispering wind, yet it showed sternness. Seifer looked at his worn out heels, and pouted.
".Zell ain't my friend," Seifer said in a low voice.
"You need a punishment, Seifer," Matron said. "No supper for you - tonight's pizza night."
"Aww! No fair!" Seifer looked at Matron with his puppy dog eyes. Matron ignored his pleas coming from his facial expressions.
"Anything you need?" Matron said her back on Quistis and Irvine. Quistis nudged Irvine, and Irvine cleared his throat.
"Matwyn, is it true dat when your toof falls out, a toof fairy gives yoo money?" Irvine asked. Seifer covered his mouth, while the mystery boy and Zell were watching Irvine curiously.
".Umm. no," Matron said hastily. ". Why you ask?"
"Oh," Irvine said, avoiding Quistis' eyes. "Umm. Quisty has a loose toof."
Matron widened her eyes. "Well, it's true that when one has a loose tooth, he or she will make a new friend!" Matron said. Quistis' eyes immediately met the stone cold blue eyes of the boy hiding behind the cupboard. "Don't be shy, Quistis doesn't bite."
A boy with chestnut hair and a round face walked slowly toward Quistis. Quistis didn't know what to say to the newcomer, and the boy seemed as lost as her.
"Go on, introduce yourself," Matron said gently. Zell and Seifer watched in amusement.
"Hi. my name's Squall," the young boy said clearly. Quistis waved.
"My name's Quistis. People call me Quisty, though."
The boy nodded. A long silence ensued, and Quistis felt all of the eyes in the room (except for Squall's, whose attention was glued to the ceramic floor) on her.
"Umm, wanna play a game Squall?" Quistis asked. Zell jumped off oh his chair.
"Ooo! I wanna play Quisty!" Irvine and Zell said at once.
"Alright, Quistis," Squall said rather expressionlessly.
"Her name's Quis-TEEEE, Squally," Irvine corrected.
"Whatev'r," Squall shrugged.
"Yoo still owe me a bathkitbull. Irvy,"
"Shaddup, yoo have a new friend. Now, let's call Sefie!"
Squall Leonhart however, couldn't fit in with these loud kids.