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Post by Lightning Farron on Feb 1, 2011 22:39:06 GMT -5
 hello helicopter are you here to stay
Lightning couldn't remember the last time she had been to the beach.
That wasn't entirely correct. The last time she had been on the shore of the ocean was at home, in Bodhum. How long ago that was, though, was anybody's guess.
When she had come out of crystal stasis, below the orbiting planet of Cocoon sitting suspended upon a pillar made of fired crystal dust, the world had been different. Many had died in the fall of the continent, but those who were safe and sound had managed to find ways to obtain food and water and electricity, the primary needs of a spoiled civilization.
They heard the baying of Pulsian wolves, Pulse l'Cie who were the perpetrators of all of the evil that had been done to them.
Claire struck out on her own. She left the rest of her family behind, for reasons that didn't come to her now (she suspected they were superfluous and she just needed to get away from the press of being responsible for them). She wandered, gunblade in hand, far away from Gran Pulse and Cocoon.
Her brand (or lack thereof, though its powers remained) would haunt her wherever she went, unless she could find people who knew nothing of it.
She took a ferry, being unable to care less where it would take her in the wide world.
And so Lightning ended up here. On the shore of an unknown island, the lone practically-clad person on the sandy beach littered here and there with tanners, girls in bikinis and their boyfriends, and bodybuilders.
Content to just exist, she closed her eyes and breathed in - let the crash of the surf lull her back to a time when she was just Claire Farron, just the daughter of a loving couple who lived in a nice house on the beach.
Worlds away from the pressures of the life she had led for the past few months.
bodies rest in motion fighting night and day.
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Post by hope on Feb 3, 2011 21:23:44 GMT -5
The sand shifted under his feet as he ran. Hope had no clue where he was. He had just woken up and hello, beach. That's all he remembered. When he tried to think about everything else, his head just started to hurt. At the moment he was trying to piece things together and it was just making his head hurt. He rubbed at it carefully as he looked up and down the beach, trying to find a familiar face. Anyone of the group. He felt very small and lost at the moment. The feeling was reminiscent when he was younger and would get lost at stores while his mother shopped. At those times he would stand there and cry until she found him again. He couldn't do that now. He shook his head and picked up his pace from a walk to a run along the beach. May he'd find someone that he knew yet.
Hope Estheim, the youngest of the group that he had grown close to before was running along the beach and he felt like a lost puppy. He felt like he looked like a lost puppy too. That wasn't a good thing. The beach was filled with people in swimsuits - ranging from modest to skimpy and it made him, well, uncomfortable. He shuddered slightly before he thought he saw a head of pink hair that looked familiar. Was it...? It was!
"Light!" Hope called as he ran waving his arm before promptly putting it back down on his side so he wouldn't look like a fool. "Light!" He called again as he ran up to the woman. "Is that...really you?" he asked when he found himself in front of her. It was! "Light...you're okay." |
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Post by Lightning Farron on Feb 3, 2011 22:00:46 GMT -5
A seagull dropped into the ocean a few yards out, snatching a piece of waste - a fast food wrapper - out of the brine with a piercing call. That's right - this ocean didn't have a fal'Cie monitoring it for eco-friendly health.
One of those constants that Lightning had grown up with, and never given a second thought to. It was different to step back and look at her childhood with an appraising eye looking for all of the fal'Cie influences.
But that was something she did back in Gran Pulse, in disgust at herself and the way she was raised. She was beyond that now, in the stage of grief labeled as 'acceptance'. And she was grieving her lost life, a little bit.
"Light!"
The name made her flinch.
"Light!"
Only two people were permitted to call her that, and one of them was assumed to be still in crystal stasis. A few of the beachgoers around her looked around, a little confused at whoever was disturbing their sunbathing, but they soon fell back to themselves as the kid skidded to a stop in front of her.
She didn't have words, as he stared at her.
Asking if it was her.
"Of course it's me. Who else would I be?" Hopefully Hope would realize that the question was rhetorical and not answer that.
"And why are you here? I thought Serah and Snow were supposed to be taking care of you?" She should probably be hugging the kid, but...
irritation at her almost-brother-in-law was more apt, she thought. |
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