Main Room
This is a sizable and comfy room of a relatively small cafe on the corner of
Thor East and Tyr. Tables are lined about neatly in an L coordination about a
likely L-shaped counter, where foot stools are placed for extra seating.
Behind the counter, a large cutout in the wall allows communication between the
registreers and the cooks, and the waitress or waiter on duty moves back and
forth from this room to the kitchen through a wooden door placed to the side of
it. Set into the northeastern corner, are two public payphones, the restrooms,
and some stairs, apparently leading up to an apartment above. There is little
to know decoration of the mostly wood-furnished structure, and what there is
seems to be following a 50s theme. With a few nostalgic objects of yore, most
notably a jukebox. (Use 'menu' and 'order' to order things.)
[Exits : (O)ut ]
[Players : Goten ]
[Sleepers: Ryu_Bateson, Sally, Sonic, and Musashiden ]
[Things : None ]
>Cammy walks in from the street outside.
>Ryan is currently sitting at a table, doing what's usually referred to as
'loitering'. He isn't eating, or has already eaten, either one.
>l cammy
Cammy
The majority of the bright, golden hair this young lady possesses is
pulled to her back, hair is plaited into two thick, golden braids, which
reach to almost mid-thigh, tied off with red cording. A rebellious lock
springs from her forehead, over her face. Hers is an oval, elfin face,
coming to a blunt point at the chin; it holds huge, crystalline-blue
eyes, a pug nose, and a small, full-lipped mouth; overall a very pretty
look, marred only by a scar running perpendicular to her jawline, along
her right cheek. She can't stand more than perhaps 5'5", and weighs no
more than 130 lbs.
A loose brown shift seems to be basically folded around this young
woman, made of a soft, satiny material. Upon close examination, it's
revealed that wide shoulder straps hold the dress up. The low-cut back
affords a nice view of well-muscled shoulders; the soft cloth clings to
her full bosom, hiding little. It is gathered in at the torso, for a
better fit, but flares out at the hips. Her arms are bare, muscled, but
slim; a black-banded digital watch rests on her right wrist, a braided
friendship bracelet in black, green and red on her left.
From the hem upwards to the hip, the dress seems almost slit; the
way it moves, it's impossible to tell, it flows like a swirling stream
around her. Occasional flashes of lightly tanned, firm, long legs are
visible as she moves, moreso at the calves and ankles than the thigh, but
it's obvious that this girl keeps in shape. A pair of thick-soled
slippers protect her perfectly-shaped feet from the elements.
Carrying:
>Cammy wanders in, looking about quietly, and happening to recognize Ryan, she
waves at him.
>Ryan sees some movement out of the corner of his eye, can be safely igno- hmm?
Oh, it's Cammy. In a dress even! He suddenly sits up, trying his best to look
like he wasn't loitering, saying with a smirk, "Hiya again..."
>Cammy walks over to his table. "What's up?"
>Ryan sighs, crossing his arms. "Not much, actually. Been a pretty slow day all
around."
>Cammy mns and nods. "Same here." Without asking, she pulls out a chair across
from Ryan and sits down.
>Ryan doesn't seem to mind. At least the view's improved. "Want something to
eat? Help make up for that horrible movie...?"
>Cammy smirks. "Yeah, sure... you buyin'?"
>Ryan winks. "For a pretty lady? Of course."
>Cammy hehs softly. "Right, then.." She snags a menu, ordering a chicken chef's
salad and a mug of tea.
>Ryan orders a hamburger and a coke himself. Well, to each his own.
>Cammy watches Ryan curiously after he orders.
>Ryan looks a lot like Ryan n.n And he does try to get his looks in at you
too, though probably for different reasons.
>Cammy asks, "So... where's y' girlfriend?"
>Ryan blinks. "Hmm? You mean Rachel? I haven't seen her today yet." He thinks
about appending that she isn't technically his girlfriend, but that likely
wouldn't hold up under close scrutiny.
>Cammy ahs. "I see."
>Ryan rubs his chin. "What've you been up to. Usually, you're dressed more...
practical. Not that this is bad, mind you."
>Cammy laughs. "What, y' din' think I had a feminine side?"
>Ryan smirks. "Oh, you'd hafta be blind not to notice."
>Cammy says, "Some people are blind, y'know."
>Ryan flirts, "It'd be a tragedy if they were around you, though." Yes, he's
shameless.
>Cammy shakes her head ruefully, then laughs. "Thanks." The waitress brings by
the food, and she sips her tea.
>Ryan smiles, then asks, rather out of the blue, "You fight, right? Not often
you see a lady as toned as you..."
>Goten has left.
>Cammy says, "I.. know how t' put up a fight, aye." She munches a bite of
salad. "Is it that obvious?"
>Ryan takes a big 'ol bit of his burger. "Yes and no. It mostly depends on which
muscles are built up, y'know? And I must say, you're in good shape."
>Cammy laughs. "I try. Y'might catch me in' th' mornin', joggin' an'
shadow-sparrin'."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you do in the evening?"
>Cammy says, "Generally? I stay at home."
>Derek walks in from the street outside.
>Ryan hmms. "Seems like a shame, pretty girl like you should get out..." He
doesn't notice Derek's arrival.
>Derek pokes his head in the door, "Ah, just the brainless womanizer I was
looking for!"
>Ryan sits up, and swings around to face Derek. "Who're you calling brainless,
toothpick?"
>Cammy can't hold back a laugh, as she turns to look at Derek.
>Ryan gumbles o.=
>Derek steps in and smirks, "Yeah, whatever.." He nods to Cammy, "Hello again."
>Cammy asks, "Hello.. Derek, is it?"
>Ryan . o O ( He probably wants to flirt with her too, dammit o.= )
>Derek, as he gets closer, seems to have a really red cheek. Just the one, too.
He nods again, "Right..and you're Cammy." Then his expression gets serious as
he looks at Ryan, "Listen..I was just at Tifa's and Lyrae came in. She had
blood all over her arm..but when I tried asking her what happened, she slapped
me." -_-
>Ryan blinks, nearly stepping out of his chair. "What!?"
>Derek nods with a frown, "She told me to leave her alone and then let me have
it right across the cheek."
>Ryan blinks again. "Crimminy, what happened to her now...?"
>Derek says, "I thought maybe if I told you, you might be able to coax the
information out of her.."
>Cammy watches the exchange silently.
>Derek scowls, more at himself than at Ryan, "She still talks to you, after
all.."
>Ryan grumbles. He'd prefer to stay here with Cammy, but... "She still at the
bar?" He notes Derek's scowl, but doesn't comment along THAT line.
>Derek shakes his head, "No..she left and went who-knows-where.."
>Ryan facepalms. "Darn it, how'm *I* supposed to find her...?"
>Cammy has neatly dissected and finished her salad by now, she stands up, after
a moment, then offers her seat to Derek. "Here. Seems like y' need t' talk t'
'im more 'n me."
>Derek sighs, his head bowing forward, "No, you stay, Cammy. I just wanted to
tell him in case he saw her sometime.."
>Ryan shakes his head. "Haven't seen her all day..." . o O ( Why do these
things always happen when I'm talking to women? )
>Cammy pats Derek on the shoulder. "Hey. Cheer up. Things'll be okay."
>Derek says, "I mean WHEN you see her, Ryan. I tried to help out, but if she
doesn't want people to help her, then let her do as she pleases.."
>Ryan sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair. "I'll see what I can do, but
no guarantees, 'k?"
>Derek gives Cammy a sad glance before he turns and walks out, "No...it'll never
be okay. And thanks, Ryan..."
>Derek has left.
>Cammy says, "..."
>Ryan stares at Derek as he exits . o O ( What was THAT about...? )
>You page, "Still have my cell phone? n.n" to Lyrae.
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "Yessiree ^_^"
With the message delivered, Pikachu then runs back to Lyrae just in time for
her to hide the pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up. n.n;
>Cammy says, "He's quite th' sad lad, isn't he."
>Cammy stretches. "Well.. I ought t' get back home now..."
>Ryan sighs, then pulls out his cellphone, ignoring Cammy for the moment. He
flips open the back, revealing an LCD screen. "I can track her this way,
but..." He blinks as Cammy speaks. "Hmm? Well, I don't blame him after all the
stuff Lyrae pulls. And remind me to buy you dinner again sometime, every time
we run into each other something messes up, eh?"
>Cammy nods. "Take care o' yuir friend." She winks. "It'll bring y' up a notch
in m' estimation of you."
>Ryan nods. "Well, depends on if I can find her, eh?"
>Cammy nods. "I suspect you'll do just fine." With that, she's out the door,
*poof*
>Cammy has left.
>You page-pose, "Ryan assumes there's nothing to keep him from tracking you
down? n.n" to Lyrae
>Lyrae strolls past, playing her lyre while Pikachu swings from her braid. As
she nears you, she looks up and hms, "Not that I know of, no ^_^ Oh wait,
you're talking about the one with the tracker? x.x You don't have that one no,
remember it got trashed when Ryuji had me last time. And I don't -think- you
ever gave me another o.-
>You page-pose, "Ryan forgot about that. Crap." to Lyrae
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "Course we can
always say you gave me another, behind the scenes ^_^;" With the message
delivered, Pikachu then runs back to Lyrae just in time for her to hide the
pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up. n.n;
>You page, "I'll leave it up to you" to Lyrae.
>Lyrae strolls past, playing her lyre while Pikachu swings from her braid. As
she nears you, she looks up and will flip a coin n.n "Heads or tails? (Heads
for the phone, tails for not)
>You page, "Heads" to Lyrae.
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "Ooh, lucky ^_^
Heads it is." With the message delivered, Pikachu then runs back to Lyrae just
in time for her to hide the pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up. n.n;
>o
** Walk cut **
Gateway Dormitory : North Hall
As you step into the hallway, the thick green carpeting from the lobby extends
into this hallway, with the walls plastered with light grey wall paper. SEveral
photographs are hung up around here, mostly of the students and staff, some of
landscapes of the campus itself. There are five doors lined up here, each with
plaques of number and names of the occupants within. A flight of stairs leads
up to the second floor, and more rooms, while the hallway in this area leads
back into the lobby.
[Exits : Room [101-A], Room [100-A], and South [S] ]
[Things : None ]
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "You hear the
sound of crying, and then a voice calling out, "Go away.." Then, "What is it?"
Boy is she ever confused." With the message delivered, Pikachu then runs back
to Lyrae just in time for her to hide the pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up.
n.n;
>You page-pose, "Ryan hmms . o O ( Jackpot ) "Can I come in?"" to Lyrae
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "...what for..?"
With the message delivered, Pikachu then runs back to Lyrae just in time for
her to hide the pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up. n.n;
>You page, "Becase something's up." to Lyrae.
>Pikachu runs up to you, bearing a message from Lyrae reading, "A long silence,
then there is the sound of someone shuffling over to the door. There's a soft
*click* as the lock is released, and then more shuffling noises as the one
inside moves away from the door again. "...come in." Call the voice." With the
message delivered, Pikachu then runs back to Lyrae just in time for her to hide
the pokemon before Eden's Angel shows up. n.n;
Dorm Room : 101-A
Light grey walls with a black carpet is this rooms decoration. A large, soft
queen-size bed is pushed against the wall in the corner, directly beneath the
window. The vanity and dresser are beside one another, pushed against the wall
across from the bed, while a rolltop desk is adjacent to those, nearest the
door and closet. There are no stuffed animals lying about, and there is only
one portraits in this room; self-painted. This one is of a beautiful woman with
a glow about herself. A small lyre and a flute are propped up near the bed.
[Exits : [O] Out ]
[Players : Lyrae ]
[Things : None ]
>Ryan steps in, leaning against the doorframe. "Hiyah..."
>l lyr
Lyrae
Standing at about 5'6", the young woman before you regards you quietly with
little to no expression on her face. Hunter green eyes regard you blankly,
almost sadly, for a moment. As for the rest of her features, from her
complexion to the structure of her face, she very nearly resembles a delicate
china doll. Her mouth is neither pouty nor smiling, it seems set in a straight
line, though you get the impression that somewhere deep inside, she's smiling
ever so slightly. Her hair is the inky black shade of a raven's feathers, grown
long, well past the hips to mid-knee, and usually worn in a braid for
conveniences sake, though occasionally she does unbind it, or pull it into a
loose ponytail draped over her shoulder.
Dressed for the night, preparing to sleep, she is clad in a full length black
gown, the neckline and sleeves, like with her dress, transparent. A matching
black robe, left open to flap lightly behind her completes her nightwear with
the addition of a black sash that rests over her shoulders, floating with the
evening breeze. Her long hair is tied into a braid, coiled about her head
once, the remainder resting over her shoulder.
>Lyrae is curled up on her bed, already dressed for the night. She glances up
slightly towards Ryan. Doh, she hadn't recognized his voice right away; she'd
thought it was a student. ..... "....Hi.."
>Ryan mmm-hmms. "Heard there mighta been a problem earlier..."
>Lyrae buries her head against her knees, "Oh?" She snorts faintly, "Who
tattled?" -.-
>Ryan holds up his index finger. "That's none of yopur business." A short pause,
then, "What happened?"
>Lyrae quietly says, "Hnf. I'm pretty sure I know who it is anyway." She answers
crisply.. evading the subject. @.@;
>Ryan taps his forehead. "Someone said you walked by, bloody and crying."
>Lyrae waves her left arm slightly, which is indeed bound with a bloody bandage.
"They were right about part of it."
>Ryan hmms? "What happened?"
>Lyrae answers airily, indicating the dagger at her feet, "I cut it."
>Lyrae . o O ( Waitasec.. why am I telling *HIM*? >.< )
>Ryan narrows his eyes. "... Would you like to say why?" Because I'm bigger then
you?
>*sweatdrop*
>Lyrae quietly says, "No."
>Lyrae . o O ( I'm surprised he actually gave me the option. )
>Ryan continues, "You know that you can't expect to do stuff like this and be
ignored. Not without a good reason."
>Lyrae continues staring at the covers, hugging her legs. "I had a good reason.
It was my reason.. that should've been enough.." She answers softly.
>Ryan frowns. "Bull, and you know it. Most people don't slice themselves up on a
whim."
>Lyrae glances towards you briefly, then shakes her head, "Some do." She answers
lightly, pretty cheerfully for someone who was in tears a second ago, "Maybe
I'm of 'em huh?"
>Ryan says, "Liar."
>Lyrae studies the ceiling, "Not technically.." She muses faintly. "You can only
lie to yourself if you know yourself after all. A lie can be a truth too."
>Ryan narrows his eyes. "Dammit Lyrae, what the hell are you up to?"
>Lyrae quietly says, "I don't know."
>Lyrae . o O ( I have no idea what I'm doing. Things were so clear to me before,
but now.. Bleh. )
>Ryan rests his head in his palm. "You don't KNOW? You try to slit your wrist
and you don't know why?"
>Lyrae falls silent. o O ( Gee when he puts it that way.. ) ..... "No.." She
answers again.
>Ryan sighs. "Then what was the reason?"
>Lyrae sounds a bit frustrated by now, "I =told= you, I don't KNOW."
>Ryan rubs his temples. "Are you even listening to yourself? 'I slit my wrists,
but I don't know why, so it's okay'."
>Lyrae reasons, "I didn't slit my wrists. It was just my arm."
>Ryan repeats his prior statement, "Are you even listening to yourself?"
>Ryan (OOC) Just say 'Sephiroth made me do it'. Cloud uses that excuse alla the
time.
>Lyrae (OOC) *giggles*
>Lyrae quietly says, "..Look," she sits up, turning her head slightly in your
direction, "I don't know why I did what I did, all right? I just did it. That's
all there is to it." She pauses again..debating on continuing that train of
thought. SHe shakes her head slightly, "That's all."
>Ryan keeps rubbing his temples. "Then wouldn't it be a good idea to find out
why?"
>In a page-pose to Lyrae and you, Cloud NOOGIES Ryan.
>Lyrae strolls past, playing her lyre while Pikachu swings from her braid. As
she nears Cloud and you, she looks up and told him about your Sephiroth
comment, Ry ^_^
>You page-pose, "Ryan owies ;.;" to Cloud and Lyrae
>Cloud pages, "You're dead. ^_^" to Lyrae and you.
>Lyrae quietly says, ".......well..maybe I don't want to know.." She mutters,
then adds, "And don't ask me to explain that."
>Ryan says, "Why don't you want to know? If you don't know why, you could do it
again..."
>Lyrae. o O ( Or worse but I won't go into that. ) "I ..just don't. I get a bad
feeling about it." She pauses, then says a bit sharply, "And I don't want to
talk about it anymore."
>Ryan says, "I'm not about to let you kill yourself, you know. Especially not
when you can't even tell me why."
>Lyrae quietly says, ".....I'm not going to kill myself." She replies softly,
eyeing her arm. "Not yet at least."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "But what about later?"
>Lyrae wrinkles her nose, then sighs and leans forward, "If you're so worried,"
she answers, clasping the dagger in front of her, then tossing it underhand to
you, "Take that. I won't take my life with any other means.. that's an heirloom
that belongs in my family. If I ever do decide it," which she doubts, "I'll
take it back."
>Lyrae hands Dagger to Ryan.
>Ryan catches the dagger, staring at it a moment. "..."
>l dagger
Dagger
This is an ornamental dagger, the type most would use in sacrifices. The hilt
is pure gold and bejeweled quite nicely, while the blade is curved, with a
sharp pointy end.
[Contains: None ]
>Lyrae stays silent too, leaning against the headboard and watching you absently.
>Ryan sighs. "Dammit, you know you're exceedingly frustrating when you get like
this..."
>Lyrae looks guilty for a second, and instead studies the far wall. >.>; "...."
>Ryan pockets the dagger, and goes back to rubbing his temples. "... Just don't
end up like Cloud, okay? Gimme some WARNING before you go psycho."
>Lyrae glances back, "........" she sweatdrops just slightly, then nods. Not
that she can promise anything, but.. well anyway. A bit sullenly and tiredly,
she adds, "....gomen." though it's barely audible.
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "And maybe you shouldn't work at the bar
anymore, y'know? You always seem to get so freaked out by it..."
>Lyrae quietly says, "I won't be going back there, no."
>Ryan turns to walk out the door, but pauses to ask, mostly on a whim, "... This
doesn't have anything to do with your telepathy, does it...?"
>Lyrae quietly says, "Empathy," she corrects absently, then pauses, and says her
usual, "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not..I wish I knew." o O ( Che..just when I
was on the road to fixing Cloud, *THIS* happens... what the hell happened? I
don't remember any of it.. )
>Lyrae . o O ( Hnf. Dad's revenge. -.- )
>That would explain a lot, yup, if Ryan could read YOUR thoughts. But he can't,
so that little avenue is out. "Well... try to be careful while using it, until
you're sure, okay?
>Lyrae glances over, then nods quietly, "...yeah."
>Lyrae asks gently, "Oh, and Ryan..?"
>Ryan hmms?
>Lyrae quietly says, "....Don't tell anyone okay?" She pulls her pager out of
her pocket, and tosses that in the trash, "Especially Cloud. What I did for him
earlier should be more than enough..."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "I'll see what I can do. But a lot of people
will be asking questions, and I don't feel like lyin' to 'em."
>Lyrae quietly says, "You don't have to lie to them. Just don't tell 'em
anything."
>Ryan peers at you. "I'm not you, y'know."
>Lyrae sweatdrops, "Then tell 'em Lyrae left for a little while. It's
technically true. I'm not registered here as Lyrae anyway."
>Ryan sighs, and nods. "And TRY not to get into any trouble, 'k? Call me if you
do..."
>Lyrae pauses, overanalyzing that sentence for a second o O ( ..hm. Okay..so she
was mistaken about Ryan at least.. ) "..Yeah okay.."
>Ryan steps outside
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