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::Meeting:: Vincent climbed the stairs, watching the floor platforms pass by, 1st, 2, and
then 3rd and so on. From under his weight the flight of steps cracked and creaked
making an eerie clatter in his ears, it made his skin crawl. After what seemed like
forever he finally found himself at his platform "5th, floor" it was the second to
the last door on the left, there were no living quarters on the right. They were all
sealed shut and repainted over with fresh new dry-wall added to make it look like
there was nothing there. Vincent had lived there for far too long that he'd seen so
many people move in and every one move out. Now no one lived on the 5th floor and it
had been that way for 6 year now.
The hallways started to form with cobwebs filling the top corners with the
white thread. Spiders also aggravated him even making him jump at times, He
grimace. The door paint and numbers were slowl
:CH 1: Sitting off to the side of the main bar area Arya reviewed relentless paper
work on 'new safety guidelines, and formal wear' in the Shinra manner. Tiffa,
Vincent, and the young, annoying, talkative ninja whom had the biggest high school
crush on the crimson terk, Yuffie, laughed uncontrollably clinging to Vincent like a
child who just found her mother breast. Tiffa smiled falsely at the ninja in training.
Arya glanced out of the corner of the eye, watching Vincent scowl. She
need a small "pick-me-up" after reading and signing the first packet, 360 pages
in all, and that was only the first. The second one looked much bigger. Placing her
hand on her cheek Arya looked at the table examining every wood grain in the pressed wood.
"VINNY. Don't you want to go somewhere?" Straining off into space like always Vincent
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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