***Chapter 3: We're off to see the President, the wonderful
president of Midgar. Oops, that doesn't make sense…***
Don't be so mean to your sister, Vincent, or the Galian Beast will
come to get you!
My eyes snapped open as I awoke from what seemed to be a nightmare,
only… it hadn't been threatening. And who was that voice in my
dream who knew my name, who had told me not to be so mean to my
sister? I'd never had a sister. Odd.
I got up and picked up the suitcase I had placed the night before
by my bed and prepared to leave Junon for good. I looked around my
small home, or what remained of it. There had once been three rooms
to this house, but age, mold, and erosion(our house was right by
the ocean by the electrical tower) had worn it down to one bedroom
with a missing wall and a dank living room. Floorboards creaked
everywhere, and the entire house looked as if no one had lived in
it for ages.
I dragged my suitcase out into the living room and placed it on top
of the table in the center of the room. All around me were old
carpets on the floor, and broken furniture, ruined after years of
neglect. I sat down in one of the couches and put my face in my
hands—it was time to leave, but did I really want to say goodbye?
I looked up from my face down position, my eyes burning red, tears
beginning to develop in them.
"Well, guys. I guess this is goodbye, hm? Thanks for everything,"
I said quietly, as I picked up my suitcase, went out, and closed
the door behind me forever.
*****
Shin-Ra had arranged it so that I could take militarian-Junon's
heli-taxi to Midgar. It was the first time I had ever taken a step
outside of the sleepy town… and I was shocked in what I saw.
The city, in all of its glory, was nothing I had ever seen.
Neon lights were everywhere, advertising any thing imaginable. On
the lower levels of the city, the sectors looked as if someone had
started to rebuild after a great tragedy, but gave up early on into
the project. Everything was so dark a dreary down there, where no
sunlight came through… Now, the upper levels were another thing.
Clean air, warm sunlight, unpolluted resources… Upper Midgar truly
was a work of art. Anyway, I reported to Shin-Ra HQ that morning
and met with the President himself. Personally, I thought the
President's office was more interesting than the President himself,
but of course I didn't say that.
TO BE CONTNUED...
president of Midgar. Oops, that doesn't make sense…***
Don't be so mean to your sister, Vincent, or the Galian Beast will
come to get you!
My eyes snapped open as I awoke from what seemed to be a nightmare,
only… it hadn't been threatening. And who was that voice in my
dream who knew my name, who had told me not to be so mean to my
sister? I'd never had a sister. Odd.
I got up and picked up the suitcase I had placed the night before
by my bed and prepared to leave Junon for good. I looked around my
small home, or what remained of it. There had once been three rooms
to this house, but age, mold, and erosion(our house was right by
the ocean by the electrical tower) had worn it down to one bedroom
with a missing wall and a dank living room. Floorboards creaked
everywhere, and the entire house looked as if no one had lived in
it for ages.
I dragged my suitcase out into the living room and placed it on top
of the table in the center of the room. All around me were old
carpets on the floor, and broken furniture, ruined after years of
neglect. I sat down in one of the couches and put my face in my
hands—it was time to leave, but did I really want to say goodbye?
I looked up from my face down position, my eyes burning red, tears
beginning to develop in them.
"Well, guys. I guess this is goodbye, hm? Thanks for everything,"
I said quietly, as I picked up my suitcase, went out, and closed
the door behind me forever.
*****
Shin-Ra had arranged it so that I could take militarian-Junon's
heli-taxi to Midgar. It was the first time I had ever taken a step
outside of the sleepy town… and I was shocked in what I saw.
The city, in all of its glory, was nothing I had ever seen.
Neon lights were everywhere, advertising any thing imaginable. On
the lower levels of the city, the sectors looked as if someone had
started to rebuild after a great tragedy, but gave up early on into
the project. Everything was so dark a dreary down there, where no
sunlight came through… Now, the upper levels were another thing.
Clean air, warm sunlight, unpolluted resources… Upper Midgar truly
was a work of art. Anyway, I reported to Shin-Ra HQ that morning
and met with the President himself. Personally, I thought the
President's office was more interesting than the President himself,
but of course I didn't say that.
TO BE CONTNUED...