The Headless Aftermath and Other Rats in the Sun
By:
Ph-Ph-Ph- Phoeeeeenix Dooooown.
Shin-Ra has not had a president in nearly five years. Every decision made in the company has been made slowly, and carefully, and most of all, inefficiently.
That is why the final decision that was made, was the decision of electing a new president.
Yes. Shin-Ra is a strange and unique company in many ways. It is also crucial that it remains healthy for the world's economy. This decision was very, very necessary.
Cloud received 'fan' letter upon 'fan' letter begging him, prodding him, threatening him, and even bribing him to run for president.
He did not reply to any of them, and after a while, lost interest in reading them. He did not intend to become an executive businessman.
Tifa was skeptical that Shin-Ra would survive all these changes at all. Although she knew, that Shin-Ra was a crucial part of her everyday existence, a part of her- a raging/ fiery,
Anarchist inside of her- whished that the company would crash and burn.
Barret thought little of the election. He simply hoped that whomever was elected- was a decent man or woman. He would hate to have to do everything all over again.
He simply hoped for the future of his ten year old daughter.
Cid followed the election. He thought the political campaign was fascinating. He swore that he would vote for the candidate that opted for a new Space Program.
Nanaki's opinion was much like Barret's- he worried that another evil would come to office, and that their efforts were in vain. However, he crossed his fingers, (or paws- as it were,) and tried to keep an optimistic view on humanity.
Yuffie simply did not care.
Reeve was actively working behind the scenes on the political front. There were two major candidates: a tall, dark, experienced, and round woman by the name of Natasha Kwame-Kaja, and a young, charismatic politician named Dante Julius.
Older and more knowledgeable folk would vote for Natasha.
But- unfortunately, neither of those categories are the general public.
Cid couldn't trust Julius, "as far as he could throw him."
"Sheila, you mind bringin' me some tea?" Cid asked as he reclined in his smelly, old, taped up and comfortable green chair.
"Sure. Suger in it today?"
"Nah. That @#%$ rots your teeth, you know."
"I know." Sheila replied as she dutifully headed into the kitchen.
Cid flipped on the TV, and snarled into the fuzzy, flat face of Dante's toothy white smile.
"I really just don't trust the guy, you know? Look at him. I mean, LOOK at that smile, he grins like a #$^% snake!"
"I..I know. I don't like him much, either. But he... he sure is good looking..." Sheila muttered as she walked back into the living room with two cups of tea and a tray.
Cid muttered something dark under his breath before he slowly agreed.
"Sort of reminds me of Johnny." He sighed, calming himself as he gently took his tea.
"Thanks... sweet-hart." He sipped his tea as he stared into the television set.
Sheila's grin was wide and warm. She loved the new Cid. Then, she turned to glance at Dante's gleaming-promising- boy wonder- smile.
The smile that begged to be loved. It begged for votes and opinions.
"I don't think he's like Johnny. Not really. Johnny is- uh- more honest."
"SHHHH...! I need t' hear this! They're sayin' something about the Space Program!"
Cid hissed and turned it up.
"Sorry..." Sheila muttered, and dropped her head.
"S'ok. uh, sorry fur yellin." Cid snapped a smile at her, and then turned to the TV.
"And I WILL restore the Space Program. We, as a people, seek knowledge- and DESERVE to KNOW knowledge of places outside our solar system. I, unlike my fellow, RESPECTABLE candidate, Ms. Natasha, am FOR the new Space Program, here at the Shin-Ra Company."
"$#^$#%!!!!! $#^#^%$#!!!!!!!!!" Cid stood up, tossed his tea to the floor, and screeched.
His teacup broke, splattering the brown liquid all over the carpet. Cid's arms flew up in rage, and his face became contorted and red.
"$^%$##!!!! I HAVE to vote for that?!?!??!? Why can't SHE be for the Space Program!?"
"Sweetie, calm down! You will upset the neighbors!" Sheila yelled as she picked up the pieces of teacup from the floor.
"#$%@ neighbors! I don't care! That stupid kid might win the election! Don't you get it! I HAVE to vote for him!!! UHG!!"
Sheila sighed, and dumped the pieces into the trash. She found a rag, and began cleaning up the mess on the floor.
Cid saw her working, then stopped his yelling and stopped kicking the footstool around the house, and began to only curse under his breath.
He then began to help Sheila clean up his angry mess.
By:
Ph-Ph-Ph- Phoeeeeenix Dooooown.
Shin-Ra has not had a president in nearly five years. Every decision made in the company has been made slowly, and carefully, and most of all, inefficiently.
That is why the final decision that was made, was the decision of electing a new president.
Yes. Shin-Ra is a strange and unique company in many ways. It is also crucial that it remains healthy for the world's economy. This decision was very, very necessary.
Cloud received 'fan' letter upon 'fan' letter begging him, prodding him, threatening him, and even bribing him to run for president.
He did not reply to any of them, and after a while, lost interest in reading them. He did not intend to become an executive businessman.
Tifa was skeptical that Shin-Ra would survive all these changes at all. Although she knew, that Shin-Ra was a crucial part of her everyday existence, a part of her- a raging/ fiery,
Anarchist inside of her- whished that the company would crash and burn.
Barret thought little of the election. He simply hoped that whomever was elected- was a decent man or woman. He would hate to have to do everything all over again.
He simply hoped for the future of his ten year old daughter.
Cid followed the election. He thought the political campaign was fascinating. He swore that he would vote for the candidate that opted for a new Space Program.
Nanaki's opinion was much like Barret's- he worried that another evil would come to office, and that their efforts were in vain. However, he crossed his fingers, (or paws- as it were,) and tried to keep an optimistic view on humanity.
Yuffie simply did not care.
Reeve was actively working behind the scenes on the political front. There were two major candidates: a tall, dark, experienced, and round woman by the name of Natasha Kwame-Kaja, and a young, charismatic politician named Dante Julius.
Older and more knowledgeable folk would vote for Natasha.
But- unfortunately, neither of those categories are the general public.
Cid couldn't trust Julius, "as far as he could throw him."
"Sheila, you mind bringin' me some tea?" Cid asked as he reclined in his smelly, old, taped up and comfortable green chair.
"Sure. Suger in it today?"
"Nah. That @#%$ rots your teeth, you know."
"I know." Sheila replied as she dutifully headed into the kitchen.
Cid flipped on the TV, and snarled into the fuzzy, flat face of Dante's toothy white smile.
"I really just don't trust the guy, you know? Look at him. I mean, LOOK at that smile, he grins like a #$^% snake!"
"I..I know. I don't like him much, either. But he... he sure is good looking..." Sheila muttered as she walked back into the living room with two cups of tea and a tray.
Cid muttered something dark under his breath before he slowly agreed.
"Sort of reminds me of Johnny." He sighed, calming himself as he gently took his tea.
"Thanks... sweet-hart." He sipped his tea as he stared into the television set.
Sheila's grin was wide and warm. She loved the new Cid. Then, she turned to glance at Dante's gleaming-promising- boy wonder- smile.
The smile that begged to be loved. It begged for votes and opinions.
"I don't think he's like Johnny. Not really. Johnny is- uh- more honest."
"SHHHH...! I need t' hear this! They're sayin' something about the Space Program!"
Cid hissed and turned it up.
"Sorry..." Sheila muttered, and dropped her head.
"S'ok. uh, sorry fur yellin." Cid snapped a smile at her, and then turned to the TV.
"And I WILL restore the Space Program. We, as a people, seek knowledge- and DESERVE to KNOW knowledge of places outside our solar system. I, unlike my fellow, RESPECTABLE candidate, Ms. Natasha, am FOR the new Space Program, here at the Shin-Ra Company."
"$#^$#%!!!!! $#^#^%$#!!!!!!!!!" Cid stood up, tossed his tea to the floor, and screeched.
His teacup broke, splattering the brown liquid all over the carpet. Cid's arms flew up in rage, and his face became contorted and red.
"$^%$##!!!! I HAVE to vote for that?!?!??!? Why can't SHE be for the Space Program!?"
"Sweetie, calm down! You will upset the neighbors!" Sheila yelled as she picked up the pieces of teacup from the floor.
"#$%@ neighbors! I don't care! That stupid kid might win the election! Don't you get it! I HAVE to vote for him!!! UHG!!"
Sheila sighed, and dumped the pieces into the trash. She found a rag, and began cleaning up the mess on the floor.
Cid saw her working, then stopped his yelling and stopped kicking the footstool around the house, and began to only curse under his breath.
He then began to help Sheila clean up his angry mess.