1.1 Aya Brea
It was late and I was walking home. Life was all right in 'gaming vill'; I didn't have to worry about a lot. I had friends, money, respect and a roof over my head. I lived in 15a of the micro flats just south of the studios. If I was paid more I could get one of those flashy modern houses in the suburbs, like my friend Raziel.
Raziel and I are good friends. He lives in a huge white villa with a terracotta roof, like a holiday home. He had a pool and a country garden to match the size of his house. His walls are covered in weapons and trophies. Half the cupboard space he didn't use because he didn't eat anything, but he kept some foodstuff in the house just in case visitors came down. What a house, but me? No. I live in apartment 15a. It's modest in size, and it only has a window box for a garden, but it's home. I share it with Rinoa Heartly, another one of squaresoft's character actors. She's so fun! Outside working for SS, we run a café with help from other characters. Although we all work for our respective companies, it doesn't limit us to our own social groups. For example, Crash bandicoot lives next door to Raziel and he intern lives next to Dante. What a mixed bunch.
Anyway, the streets where baron, I would have driven but I was a little over the dink drive limit. (Opps) plus I only just finished the payments on the repairs on my car, because the special effects crew and the sound people, on the set of parasite eve II, thought it would be funny to wreck my precious, defenceless car to be scenery at dry field. And if tormenting my unprotected, dear, little car wasn't enough to add insult to injury they blew it up! And seeing as I didn't want my car to be ruined again, I decided to walk. My apartment block was quiet, frank, the doorman, had gone to bed. That meant that I was very late. I stumbled up to my apartment. And seeing I was a 'tiny bit' drunk, it was a 'little' difficult. But this wasn't the most demanding task I had to face, putting the key in the lock proved to be more difficult than I had imagined.
After fumberling around with my keys for 15 mins, I got the key in, but the door wouldn't open, I couldn't think why. But I wanted my bed, so I tried again, Again with no success. I was becoming short tempered. This wasn't like me, but because I was under the influence of 5 stellars, 2 brandies and a flaming zambuca my senses were a little…umm…'On the blink'.
"RIN? You in there? Let me in!" I banged on the door, "Come on Rin, I can't open the door and I'm cold and hungry!" I leaned on the door and slid down to the floor.
"Are you, Aya Brea?" a man in some sort of riot gear approached me,
"Yesh, who are you? Can you help me in to my apartiment?" my speech was becoming affected by the drink.
"Sorry, but I'm here to take you to your new home…" he raised his hand; I saw he had a baton in his fist. I pulled out my M93R handgun, but because I was intoxicated, I couldn't hold it and it slipped out of my hand. I couldn't defend myself with PE attacks either. Your mind has to be a hundred percent focused or it won't work. The baton came down hard, and I was knocked unconscious.
It was late and I was walking home. Life was all right in 'gaming vill'; I didn't have to worry about a lot. I had friends, money, respect and a roof over my head. I lived in 15a of the micro flats just south of the studios. If I was paid more I could get one of those flashy modern houses in the suburbs, like my friend Raziel.
Raziel and I are good friends. He lives in a huge white villa with a terracotta roof, like a holiday home. He had a pool and a country garden to match the size of his house. His walls are covered in weapons and trophies. Half the cupboard space he didn't use because he didn't eat anything, but he kept some foodstuff in the house just in case visitors came down. What a house, but me? No. I live in apartment 15a. It's modest in size, and it only has a window box for a garden, but it's home. I share it with Rinoa Heartly, another one of squaresoft's character actors. She's so fun! Outside working for SS, we run a café with help from other characters. Although we all work for our respective companies, it doesn't limit us to our own social groups. For example, Crash bandicoot lives next door to Raziel and he intern lives next to Dante. What a mixed bunch.
Anyway, the streets where baron, I would have driven but I was a little over the dink drive limit. (Opps) plus I only just finished the payments on the repairs on my car, because the special effects crew and the sound people, on the set of parasite eve II, thought it would be funny to wreck my precious, defenceless car to be scenery at dry field. And if tormenting my unprotected, dear, little car wasn't enough to add insult to injury they blew it up! And seeing as I didn't want my car to be ruined again, I decided to walk. My apartment block was quiet, frank, the doorman, had gone to bed. That meant that I was very late. I stumbled up to my apartment. And seeing I was a 'tiny bit' drunk, it was a 'little' difficult. But this wasn't the most demanding task I had to face, putting the key in the lock proved to be more difficult than I had imagined.
After fumberling around with my keys for 15 mins, I got the key in, but the door wouldn't open, I couldn't think why. But I wanted my bed, so I tried again, Again with no success. I was becoming short tempered. This wasn't like me, but because I was under the influence of 5 stellars, 2 brandies and a flaming zambuca my senses were a little…umm…'On the blink'.
"RIN? You in there? Let me in!" I banged on the door, "Come on Rin, I can't open the door and I'm cold and hungry!" I leaned on the door and slid down to the floor.
"Are you, Aya Brea?" a man in some sort of riot gear approached me,
"Yesh, who are you? Can you help me in to my apartiment?" my speech was becoming affected by the drink.
"Sorry, but I'm here to take you to your new home…" he raised his hand; I saw he had a baton in his fist. I pulled out my M93R handgun, but because I was intoxicated, I couldn't hold it and it slipped out of my hand. I couldn't defend myself with PE attacks either. Your mind has to be a hundred percent focused or it won't work. The baton came down hard, and I was knocked unconscious.