Post by Tifa Lockhart on Feb 6, 2011 10:58:42 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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" The worst is over now And we can breathe again,
I want to hold you high You steal my pain, away
Theres so much left to learn And no one left to fight,
I want to hold you high and steal your pain"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name is Tifa Lockhart. Simple name, short and sweet. Most people call me Tifa, maybe Teef or anything else. I really don’t mind."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m twenty-two years old, born on may third, twenty-two years ago, obviously. I’m affiliated with Midgar, apparently."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Date? Um no thanks. I have more important things to do, my bar can’t run itself"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I tend to lean to the more physical side of combat. I’ve been training in martial arts for a number of years now. I will say I have improved. It’s definitely better than my magic, I’m not the best magic user in the world, let me tell ya "
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
“Talented not really, just doing my best.”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Around 5’4”ft, the last time I checked."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Okay, a bit forward now, are we? –arches her eyebrow- But I’d say I’m pretty lean. I work out enough to get into this shape."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"That would be a whole lot better, yes. My style? Well I like to wear things that have enough give. I move around alot so it can’t be too restricted, so I tend to stick to shorts or maybe a skirt. I like dark colours, so I’ll wear them more than I do bright ones. My clothes are usually hard wearing, boots, leather gloves and more leather."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Tifa Lockhart"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Oh really, now? –coy smile- Haha just kidding."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"We all have to like or dislike something –smile- Well I like lots of things. For example, tending to my bar. It’s an unorthodox job I’ll admit but I love it so much. You meet so maybe great people. I also enjoy looking after my kids and spending time with my friends. I happen to dislike anyone that so much as threatens my friends. I also disapprove of slackers and those who think I can’t fight. Because I can. Oh and anyone that tries too hard "
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Yeah sure...Hmm not really. Well I do tend to lock myself away sometimes, I guess. I tend to focus on others problems and put mine to the back burner and it does sometimes add up..And secrets? Hmm, I worry about him alot. Maybe a bit too much ."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Okay, okay. Well I’d say I’m a nice person. I like to be caring towards others, as it just feels rewarding, you know? Plus I can’t stand to see anyone upset. It’s mainly out of instinct, I’m always looking out for others, especially my friends and children, it’s just who I am. But I wouldn’t say I’m a complete pushover, I am rather determined when I want to be. And if anyone dares to lay a finger on Denzel or Marlene they will have to pay. ..-chuckles- I’m nice really, honest."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I’m not so sure myself –awkward glance towards the door-"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Nice try but I’m not interested, sorry"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Well my mother died when I was just eight years old and my father...He’s not alive anymore either. I was born and raised in Nibelheim. Shame it’s rack and ruin now."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"My blood family are all gone but I have others I count on as family. I just so happen to have lived with y friend for a bit and we looked after two children together. It’s not really much of a family but it’s close as I get it."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Alot of things, varying from good and not so good. But they say everything happens for a reason right? From my childhood, I knew nothing was going to be easy, especially that incident in Nibelheim. Everything changed for me back then, I became more determined. It gave e an incentive to start trying harder. In time, I joined AVALANCHE, against my dislike of ShinRa. Everything was place, as by then I was working at Seventh Heaven. I met Cloud again not long after, but I knew something was off.
I put off my fears till then. As there were more important things to worry about. There..Was alot of fighting .Loses were inevitable. It was sad, but..I think all was not lost. Midgar was destroyed, but we beat him. Or Cloud did. Words couldn’t describe how happy we were. As we could live, start again even. And not think about let Sephiroth ruin our lives.
I really wished it was all that simple, but something told me this was never over. Soon we came to live in Edge; I went back to running the bar. Cloud stayed there too, started Strife Delivery Service. We also took in Barrett’s daughter Marlene while he was busy and Cloud found an Orphan Denzel, whom we took under our wing too. The only worry now was Geostigma, a disease that swept over the Planet, affecting any children and Denzel included. Cloud became distant, ore than usual. He went away for a while, didn’t bother to tell me he had geostigma too. There were the remnants; they made my fears come to light. We just couldn’t get rid of him after all.
Fight after fight...I started to think if we ever would find peace. But we did, especially Cloud. I think he finally started to forgive himself, though I can’t be too certain. After all that mess we were happy, beginning to feel more like family. Until...something strange happened. I couldn’t find the kids or Cloud. I’m so lost right now."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Okay...-steps back cautiously-"
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. neko
age. nineteen
rp experience. 4 years
rules.Thundaga
rp sample.The pain that showed itself in his eyes was apparent. There was something bothering him, not that was much of a change from before. She was used to him being so deep in thought from when they where kids. But now, it seemed his mind was troubling him more than before. A small frown etched on her lips as she tried to figure out his thoughts. But unfortunately that was no use, as it was near impossible. He was a closed book when it came to showing any hint of feeling, which made conversing with him difficult. Nether less, he was he friend, a very close one infact, so no matter what was troubling him, she was sure to find out about it sooner or later.
Just the feeling of seeing his bright blue eyes linger up to hers only briefly made her heart skip and sink at the same time. The urge to want him to open more was quickly eating away at her, although he had just stepped in only moments ago. Thinking back to those care-free days of their childhood, nothing was ever complicated. They could just be themselves, without having to think twice about the world around them. It was a time she had fondly remembered, despite her mother’s death deeply upsetting her. But she quickly picked herself up in the presence of someone whom she could trust. No matter what the others thought and said about him, to her, Cloud was her confidante, best friend and one whom she felt comfortable around.
Although, it was difficult to watch him so distant and far away in deep thinking. Her chocolate brown eyes could only watch on as he downed the liquor, anguish set in his eyes. Trying to figure out what was on his mind wasn’t going so well. She kept her hands busy as she pushed back the bottles on the shelves. All she could think about was whether if he was really alright or was something eating away, so bad that he could not speak a word of it to her. She decided to let it slide, hoping to figure this all out later, once they had more time to talk. Her hero looked down as she spoke to him, as he started to say that he wasn’t a hero.
Her gaze shifted to him at that point, as she couldn’t help but feel bad for putting him on the spot. Already he looked uncomfortable, for reasons she was still unsure about. Tifa knew she would have to be patient, to find out what was wrong. All those years away from him had made her believe he was doing a good job. He always wanted to be a soldier, it was his dream. The first time he told her what he wanted to do, she was a bit worried for him. But, she quickly realized that it was his decision and besides, he would come back to help her if she was in trouble.
It was a shame he had not gotten in touch with her these past few years, as she worried about his safety and where he had ended up. Just seeing him alive and well made her happy, the promise he once made stuck in her memory. She really did believe he would be there for her and now he was. And that was good enough for her.
”Is there something wrong?” she questioned lightly as he stopped talking for a moment, attempting to get him to open up. But that was very unlikely. Her smile faded off into a weaker version, as her mind constantly wondered what was going on in her friend’s mind. She had missed so much, all she wanted to do was embrace him, happily talk with him. But in his current distant state, it was better not to upset him further.
”Hmm? Oh I figured there wasn’t much else I could do other than stay here. But I like my job; I wouldn’t change it for the world.” her voice trailed off at the end as she struggled with her own thinking. She had owned this bar for almost a year now and had liked it so far. It wasn’t as exciting as being a soldier but it was fine for her. Of course, she wished she could have done something more important, other than just sit and watch the world break down around her. ”Oh...hmm...my dream? I guess it is...” her voice trailed off yet again, thinking back of the past, once more. ”But then again, these past few years have changed for me, got me thinking more..” she smiled encouragingly, trying not to dwell on asking him questions.
