Hey, Crystal said it was okay to put her character stuffs on there, knowing of course that I'll point it out to y'all on which characters she does. Seifer Almasy is one of them.

First, I want to put up the amusing-highly amusing-Seifer journal entry…Takes place a couple days before Squall and Zell first meet me through Blurty.

Chapter 3: Seifer's in Trouble, No Surprise There

October 20th, 2005... 10:25PM

Talk about different. This place, whatever the hell it is, sucks.

Shall I explain? I think I will.

So I get here, wherever here is, and gil don't work. Nope, these freaks don't take gil. They don't know what GIL is so they won't take it. Lucky, lucky me, eh? I need "money", so I find a job. Working at this restaurant. Fancy place, I mean fan-cy. First the manager there thinks I'm joking when I want to apply for a job. Only until I -cough- talk to him does he hire me. Works out fine for the first thirty minutes, and then this fat guy shows up, calls me a punk when I don't get his order right (that or because I may have said something smart-ass when he started ordering his food). Yeah, I don't like working at restaurants, so I'm looking for a new job.

That and the fact that the asshole fired me. I also got this "restraint order" thing. Obviously I can't come within fifty yards of the guy. Maybe it's because I sent him to the hospital, I don't know. The asshole ain't lookin' too good anymore. Actually, he never looked that good before.

And because of that misunderstanding, I need MONEY. Well, not too much anymore. You should see the hotel I'm staying in. DAMN, I've never seen anythin' better. Other than that woman I saw downstairs... I gotta get her room number... It's like, 600 bucks a night here at this hotel and I'll be staying here awhile. How am I payin' for it? Why, the nice guy I bumped into on the street is paying for it! Isn't he just so nice? This thing called a credit card comes in handy. And apparently has a lot of "money" on it.

I think I'll check this place out some more. I heard there's a bar somewhere in this hotel.

Current Mood: annoyed

Again, I RP as both Squall and Zell… Here's the following replies to the entry! XD

Zell: Huh? Where you at, Seifer? A fancy restaurant and hotel? Sounds far from where Squall and I are at...

HEY, shouldn't all team members stay together or somethin'? I think that's pretty important so whenever the time we have to go back, then nobody will be left behind.

Not like I really care for your ass, but it's priority to stick together...

Seifer: Ah, c'mon, Chicken wuss, don't you care for me?

From askin' around, and gettin' weird looks, I found out I'm at a place called "Las Vegas". I think I like it here. Why would I wanna hang with you guys when I got that beauty downstairs?

Zell: Las Vegas? ...What a weird name!

Tch! Fine, but don't blame me if Squall gets all mad and we'd have to go lookin' all OVER for your ass!

Squall: ...

Seifer, we're not here on vacation. If you're staying there at the "Las Vegas" hotel for the night, okay, but you need to report back to the rest of the team by tomorrow. We should stay together. Though, if you want to be left behind when the mission's over, that won't be my fault.

Sigh. That's just like you. No matter where you are, you always have to cause trouble, dammit. If I tell you to refrain from hurting anymore of those that live on Earth, so I've been told that's what this planet is called, I'll expect you to follow that order. Yes, I know you don't like being told what to do, but do it anyway.

And about the "credit card," did this so called "nice guy" actually offer to pay for you, or did you steal it from him?

Seifer: ...You gotta be kidding me.

Fine, fine, I'll try to stop myself from hurting anyone on this planet Earth.

Think about it, Squall: who would offer to pay a 600 buck room for me, of all people?

2 Days Later…

October 22nd, 2005. 9:41PM

Seifer stood in a line, waiting to pay for an "airplane ticket" to North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. He needed to get away from here--and not just because he had to get to his baby sister, but also because of what happened just an hour ago:

He had been walking toward the airport, when he heard someone scream. Well, since he wasn't really supposed to get into any more trouble, he ignored it--then after the second scream, he ignored what Squall had said.
As he turned the corner, he saw a man beating the shit outta this other man lying on the ground, the one who had been screaming.
"Hey, asshole! Leave him alone!" Seifer walked toward the two, ready to fight if he must. But not use his gunblade. That was a no-no.
The man was surprised to see someone else, and he reacted by pulling something out of his jacket pocket: a gun.
"Holy shit!" Seifer quickly moved to hide behind a dumpster, the bullet missing him. A few more shots were fired at the dumpster, then all went quiet, except for the whimpering of the beaten up man.
"Show yourself, coward!" screamed the man with the gun.
"All right, then, as you wish," Seifer said, a harshness tone in his voice. He came out from behind the dumpster, running toward the man. A bullet was fired, but he ducked, the bullet missing.
One good tackle and the gun man was down, Seifer on top, punching him in the face, the gun on the ground a couple feet away.
Something moved behind him--
"No! Don't do that!" Seifer was about to take the gun away from the beaten man--
BANG! Too late.
Blood splattered all over Seifer's clothes and face, bits and pieces of the man's brain on the ground.
And he thought things could get any worse...
Cop sirens close by; yeah, he knew what those were.
"FREEZE!"
"Ah shit... Not good, not good at all." Seifer prepared to explain to them what happened. Exactly what happened.
BUT the beaten man seemed to be talking rather fast, pointing to him. He knew the man had said something wrong when the cop raised his gun at him.
"You're under arrest! Put your hands behind your head, NOW!"
"I'm innocent, dammit! INNOCENT!" yelled Seifer.
"Shut up, punk, and do what I said! NOW!"
No way was he going to not get charged with murder. He was screwed.
'Damn this!' he thought, and decided to take his chances, turned around, and ran as fast as he could, the cop yelling and shooting at him.

Just had to get out before they found him.
"Sir? Sir?"
Seifer looked at the woman behind the counter. "Oh, yeah, one ticket to North Mrytle, South Carolina."
He paid for the ticket the only way he knew how: with the credit card the nice man from before had "given" him.
"I know I saw him come in here," said a familiar voice.
Seifer took the ticket quickly, knowing who it was and wanting to get the hell outta there before his ass was caught.
He was on the plane and seated in under five minutes, and another five minutes later, the plane was flying away from the place called Las Vegas. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes. I've really fucked up this time, haven't I?

Comin' up…Squall, Zell, and I meet Kuja! Again, all positive reviews are appreciated. Credit goes to Crystal being an awesome Seifer. :D