"Gaea's Cliff" by Emerald Eyes
The Scoop: Reno goes on a skiing trip, but he gets more than he bargained for when an unexpected snowstorm leaves him stranded in a remote part of the Great Glacier. ( Nice description huh? Well, I was excited about this one, but it just sat there for a while and it collected uber dust. so. It goes here. It's a shame too, because I like what I've written so far. I just lost interest in it, is all.
Chapter I: Weekend Vacation
TURKS' APARTMENT, KALM 5:01 AM, MIDGAR STANDARD TIME
It had been five months since Meteor had nearly devastated Midgar. The damage that was done was great. Almost everything on the plate was destroyed, but it had held firm, and the slums were, for the most part, undamaged. The millions of Midgar's residents that were taking refuge there were not hindered by Meteor's onslaught. but that didn't mean it wasn't a frightening experience. Reno knew. He had been one of the refugees.
With nowhere else to go, he and his two companions, Rude and Elena, had followed civilians and ShinRa employees alike down into the depths under the plate. They were just as hapless as everyone else, and there was nothing left to do but wait.
Reno had been in the Sector 8 slums at the time, right below the Sector where his old apartment was. The Lifestream and Holy had destroyed Meteor, and Reno had discovered, upon re-entering the plate, that there was no indication that his apartment had even existed.
The ones who had lived on the plate previously had hung their heads dejectedly and had walked away from the devastated city in search of a new place to live. Reno, Rude, and Elena had been among them.
They now rented a cozy little apartment in Kalm. 'Little' was perhaps too much of an overstatement. 'Cramped' would have probably described it better: there were only two bedrooms, so Reno had to sleep on the couch, the living room wasn't very spacious, and the kitchen was practically nonexistent. It wasn't much, but it was someplace they could call 'home.'
Reno stumbled around in the half-light of the room, trying to find the light switch. Outside, the sun had yet to rise, and most of the town was still asleep. The redhead tried to stifle a yawn. If given the choice, he would have slept in until noon, but he had a plane to catch and a vacation to go on.
Yes, vacation was the word. The Turks had been saving up money since the fall of ShinRa became immanent. Being as they were elite professional assassins, their lives put at risk on almost every mission, the Turks' pay was low for the type of job. Somehow Reno had managed to convince his two friends to spend half of it on a weekend trip to the Icicle Inn ski resort.
When he had mentioned the idea of a vacation up north-in the cold-whilst it was the middle of July, Rude had merely looked at him quizzically. Elena, however, cringed visibly at the thought and had asked him a tirade of angry questions. Why there? Don't you know that it's cold up there? Why not Costa del Sol? What's wrong with the beach? It's the middle of summer! People are supposed to go someplace WARM! The best answer he could offer her was, "Yes, it is the middle of summer. It's hot. I don't know about you, but I don't want to go to a place where it's even MORE hot."
He had smiled then, whilst out on the balcony of their 4th floor apartment, clad in cargo shorts and a wife beater and his infamous sunglasses, and said, "I'm going someplace where I don't have to worry if the air conditioning system breaks. Come on, Elena! If you want to go swimming, there's always an indoor pool at the inn. You can PRETEND it's the beach!" She had thrown an empty beer bottle at him then. He had ducked, and it went soaring past his head, eventually landing on the pavement of the street below in the form of crystalline glass shards.
Reno figured they needed convincing, so later on that night, the air conditioning mysteriously failed to work. Elena, even RUDE, had complained about the sweltering heat. He had finally won them over.
A trip was planned, and all three Turks were up until two in the morning the previous night. Rude had already packed his bags ahead of time, unlike Elena and Reno, who waited until the last minute. He had sat at the kitchen table, drinking a beer and watching his two companions fight over trivial things as they prepared for the trip.
Reno noted smugly that Elena DID pack her bathing suit, as well as tanning oil. He had let loose some wry, asshole remark about the whole thing, and had ended up with a black and blue bruise on his forehead from another empty beer bottle.
Despite Reno's lack of sleep, he couldn't help getting up early. He had a new snowboard that was sitting in the closet since last winter, and was practically dying to try it out.
Reno slid a plain white t-shirt over his bare chest. He threw an extra sweatshirt on top of his suitcase, knowing that as soon as he stepped out of the plane at the Icicle Inn, he'd be freezing.
After that, he attempted to eat breakfast and put on a pair of pants at the same time. One hand held a cold, strawberry-flavored poptart up to his mouth while his other hand was placed on a pair of old, beat up jeans. He callously tried to figure out how to get into his favorite pair of jeans without tripping. He finally decided to shove the poptart into his mouth so both hands were free.
Delighted at his ingenious idea, he began slipping the jeans over his boxers while his breakfast was hanging limply from his teeth.
"You never cease to amaze me, Reno."
Caught off guard, he spun around to face the one who had spoken. In his carelessness, he tripped and fell to the floor. With murder in his eyes, he turned his glare on Elena, who could hardly contain her laughter.
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Meirelle sez: Git! Go home! It's over! Done! Diminished!
The Scoop: Reno goes on a skiing trip, but he gets more than he bargained for when an unexpected snowstorm leaves him stranded in a remote part of the Great Glacier. ( Nice description huh? Well, I was excited about this one, but it just sat there for a while and it collected uber dust. so. It goes here. It's a shame too, because I like what I've written so far. I just lost interest in it, is all.
Chapter I: Weekend Vacation
TURKS' APARTMENT, KALM 5:01 AM, MIDGAR STANDARD TIME
It had been five months since Meteor had nearly devastated Midgar. The damage that was done was great. Almost everything on the plate was destroyed, but it had held firm, and the slums were, for the most part, undamaged. The millions of Midgar's residents that were taking refuge there were not hindered by Meteor's onslaught. but that didn't mean it wasn't a frightening experience. Reno knew. He had been one of the refugees.
With nowhere else to go, he and his two companions, Rude and Elena, had followed civilians and ShinRa employees alike down into the depths under the plate. They were just as hapless as everyone else, and there was nothing left to do but wait.
Reno had been in the Sector 8 slums at the time, right below the Sector where his old apartment was. The Lifestream and Holy had destroyed Meteor, and Reno had discovered, upon re-entering the plate, that there was no indication that his apartment had even existed.
The ones who had lived on the plate previously had hung their heads dejectedly and had walked away from the devastated city in search of a new place to live. Reno, Rude, and Elena had been among them.
They now rented a cozy little apartment in Kalm. 'Little' was perhaps too much of an overstatement. 'Cramped' would have probably described it better: there were only two bedrooms, so Reno had to sleep on the couch, the living room wasn't very spacious, and the kitchen was practically nonexistent. It wasn't much, but it was someplace they could call 'home.'
Reno stumbled around in the half-light of the room, trying to find the light switch. Outside, the sun had yet to rise, and most of the town was still asleep. The redhead tried to stifle a yawn. If given the choice, he would have slept in until noon, but he had a plane to catch and a vacation to go on.
Yes, vacation was the word. The Turks had been saving up money since the fall of ShinRa became immanent. Being as they were elite professional assassins, their lives put at risk on almost every mission, the Turks' pay was low for the type of job. Somehow Reno had managed to convince his two friends to spend half of it on a weekend trip to the Icicle Inn ski resort.
When he had mentioned the idea of a vacation up north-in the cold-whilst it was the middle of July, Rude had merely looked at him quizzically. Elena, however, cringed visibly at the thought and had asked him a tirade of angry questions. Why there? Don't you know that it's cold up there? Why not Costa del Sol? What's wrong with the beach? It's the middle of summer! People are supposed to go someplace WARM! The best answer he could offer her was, "Yes, it is the middle of summer. It's hot. I don't know about you, but I don't want to go to a place where it's even MORE hot."
He had smiled then, whilst out on the balcony of their 4th floor apartment, clad in cargo shorts and a wife beater and his infamous sunglasses, and said, "I'm going someplace where I don't have to worry if the air conditioning system breaks. Come on, Elena! If you want to go swimming, there's always an indoor pool at the inn. You can PRETEND it's the beach!" She had thrown an empty beer bottle at him then. He had ducked, and it went soaring past his head, eventually landing on the pavement of the street below in the form of crystalline glass shards.
Reno figured they needed convincing, so later on that night, the air conditioning mysteriously failed to work. Elena, even RUDE, had complained about the sweltering heat. He had finally won them over.
A trip was planned, and all three Turks were up until two in the morning the previous night. Rude had already packed his bags ahead of time, unlike Elena and Reno, who waited until the last minute. He had sat at the kitchen table, drinking a beer and watching his two companions fight over trivial things as they prepared for the trip.
Reno noted smugly that Elena DID pack her bathing suit, as well as tanning oil. He had let loose some wry, asshole remark about the whole thing, and had ended up with a black and blue bruise on his forehead from another empty beer bottle.
Despite Reno's lack of sleep, he couldn't help getting up early. He had a new snowboard that was sitting in the closet since last winter, and was practically dying to try it out.
Reno slid a plain white t-shirt over his bare chest. He threw an extra sweatshirt on top of his suitcase, knowing that as soon as he stepped out of the plane at the Icicle Inn, he'd be freezing.
After that, he attempted to eat breakfast and put on a pair of pants at the same time. One hand held a cold, strawberry-flavored poptart up to his mouth while his other hand was placed on a pair of old, beat up jeans. He callously tried to figure out how to get into his favorite pair of jeans without tripping. He finally decided to shove the poptart into his mouth so both hands were free.
Delighted at his ingenious idea, he began slipping the jeans over his boxers while his breakfast was hanging limply from his teeth.
"You never cease to amaze me, Reno."
Caught off guard, he spun around to face the one who had spoken. In his carelessness, he tripped and fell to the floor. With murder in his eyes, he turned his glare on Elena, who could hardly contain her laughter.
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Meirelle sez: Git! Go home! It's over! Done! Diminished!
