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Squall Leonhart was very abruptly thrown out of bed, tossed against the wall, and spun around the room in a rather violent fashion. For several minutes he tangoed with the walls of his dorm before finally 'thumping' onto the floor.
For another several minutes Squall did not move. He lay on the scarce- carpeted floor where he had been tossed and evaluated his brand-new aches and bruises. His head hurt more than anything else, especially the left side. Reaching up to touch his temple, he felt warm blood oozing from a small but painful cut.
Before he had ample time to evaluate all his wounds, the door to his room burst open, smacking him on the other side of the head.
"OW," he proclaimed loudly.
"Squall, that you?" It was Irvine Kinneas, the honey-mouthed, clumsy footed cowboy.
"No Kinneas, its Zell. Who the hell else would it be," asked Squall, rubbing his now pounding head. "What'd you come bustin' in here for anyways?"
Irvine slipped intot he dorm and and shut the door behind him. "Sorry about that Squall. You okay man?"
Squall stood up--not an easy task, what with all his bruises, mind you--and looked around his room. His dresser had been knocked over and its contents spilled out all over one side of his room, his bed thrown to the opposite corner, and his desk tipped over.
Disappointed but okay, he turned back to Irvine. "I'm fine. What happened?"
"Well...'s kinda hard to explain Squall. Ya see--"
"What'dya mean hard? Why did I just get slung around my room like a doll?"
"Well..."
"QUIT WITH THE 'WELL'S!"
"Err...someone's crabby this mornin'. Guess I would be too if I was in yer position, tho'. So, what happened. A mountain kind of...err...appeared in front of us. We side-swiped it.
"A mountain...appeared?"
"Yeah, man." Irvine beckoned for him to follow, and exited the room.
Squall qiockly rummaged through the clothes on the floor and picked out his trademark black jacket and pants. After putting them on and looking himself over in the mirror he found shoved under the bed, he followed after Irvine.
When he reached the balcony where Kinneas was waiting, Squall was shocked to find that there really WAS a mountain there--one that shouldn't have been there. It rose up above Esthar, simply emerging from the otherwise flat, barren plains. Atop its snow-covered peaks sat a huge crater, wreathed with a pulsing, green illumination.
Squall Leonhart was very abruptly thrown out of bed, tossed against the wall, and spun around the room in a rather violent fashion. For several minutes he tangoed with the walls of his dorm before finally 'thumping' onto the floor.
For another several minutes Squall did not move. He lay on the scarce- carpeted floor where he had been tossed and evaluated his brand-new aches and bruises. His head hurt more than anything else, especially the left side. Reaching up to touch his temple, he felt warm blood oozing from a small but painful cut.
Before he had ample time to evaluate all his wounds, the door to his room burst open, smacking him on the other side of the head.
"OW," he proclaimed loudly.
"Squall, that you?" It was Irvine Kinneas, the honey-mouthed, clumsy footed cowboy.
"No Kinneas, its Zell. Who the hell else would it be," asked Squall, rubbing his now pounding head. "What'd you come bustin' in here for anyways?"
Irvine slipped intot he dorm and and shut the door behind him. "Sorry about that Squall. You okay man?"
Squall stood up--not an easy task, what with all his bruises, mind you--and looked around his room. His dresser had been knocked over and its contents spilled out all over one side of his room, his bed thrown to the opposite corner, and his desk tipped over.
Disappointed but okay, he turned back to Irvine. "I'm fine. What happened?"
"Well...'s kinda hard to explain Squall. Ya see--"
"What'dya mean hard? Why did I just get slung around my room like a doll?"
"Well..."
"QUIT WITH THE 'WELL'S!"
"Err...someone's crabby this mornin'. Guess I would be too if I was in yer position, tho'. So, what happened. A mountain kind of...err...appeared in front of us. We side-swiped it.
"A mountain...appeared?"
"Yeah, man." Irvine beckoned for him to follow, and exited the room.
Squall qiockly rummaged through the clothes on the floor and picked out his trademark black jacket and pants. After putting them on and looking himself over in the mirror he found shoved under the bed, he followed after Irvine.
When he reached the balcony where Kinneas was waiting, Squall was shocked to find that there really WAS a mountain there--one that shouldn't have been there. It rose up above Esthar, simply emerging from the otherwise flat, barren plains. Atop its snow-covered peaks sat a huge crater, wreathed with a pulsing, green illumination.