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Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006

Time:6:29 pm.
Mood: crappy.
[Private]Collapse )

Maybe I should go and visit Vincent... he seems rather insistant about communicating with me. I hope he is alright.
SOLDIER, First Class

Monday, March 20th, 2006

Subject:RE: Vincent
Time:8:44 am.
Mood: curious.
[Text Message to Vincent Valentine]Collapse )
1 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

Monday, March 6th, 2006

Subject:From this lie to the next
Time:8:47 am.
((SUMMARY: Cloud visits Nibelheim on his journey around Wutai. He remains haunted by what he cannot understand and memories of himself. Another angsty disturbing post from the Angst Master))

And then he fled from this lie into one he had created for himself insteadCollapse )
SOLDIER, First Class

Friday, February 3rd, 2006

Subject:Reason for Being
Time:8:58 am.
Mood: discontent.
((SUMMARY: Cloud has a bad dream, and it explains a lot of the man he is and why he denies so venemously to touch of another))

'Still scared of the dark?' - 'Still...? Always'Collapse )
10 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

Tuesday, December 27th, 2005

Time:2:46 pm.
((SUMMARY: Cloud makes his delivery to the Gold Saucer, but then something strange is felt in the nearby area))

...nice sunglasses by the wayCollapse )

OOC: Geez... my writing quality this winter break is horrible. I apologize for the crappiness of my writing.
SOLDIER, First Class

Sunday, December 4th, 2005

Time:1:37 pm.
Mood: Unwell.
He considered his body treacherous for doing this to him so soonCollapse )
3 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

Thursday, November 24th, 2005

Subject:The Return... of sorts
Time:11:18 am.
Mood: hot.
((SUMMARY: Cloud comes back to the garage, only to find that some things need much more clear instructions before attempting))

What? Are they leaving Yazoo a trail to find them by?Collapse )
16 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

Wednesday, November 16th, 2005

Subject:Awakenings from Within
Time:8:56 am.
Mood: omg.
((OOC: Just a bit of a warning. I was disturbed when I wrote this, so you may be disturbed when reading it. So, with that it mind, I will put a warning that possibly graphic disturbing material is below the cut))

He was always hiding something againCollapse )
10 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

Saturday, November 12th, 2005

Subject:Entry 002
Time:1:32 pm.
Mood: calm.
Just a little bit long, so it goes behind a cutCollapse )
SOLDIER, First Class

Thursday, November 10th, 2005

Subject:Entry 001
Time:12:30 pm.
Mood: uncertain.
How many cities will be destroyed to end everything? How many people have to be sad at the loss of someone close to them before it will stop hurting? How much mako concentration does it take to burn away memories of the past?

How long has it been since the world nearly came to an end? How did everyone actually fair in that time of need and desperation? How did everyone truly good… get Geostigma and some of them just pass away?

When will the madness end? Will it ever end? Is there any hope in this world? Or are we all just single drops of water in an endless sea?

Cloud peered down at the fine script that his hand had laid across the dirty pages, the wind that whistled around him trying to grasp at the paper and take it from his gloved hands. Each gust rippled the pages , causing them to lift in one part and depress in another then the air moved to caress the paper as if to comfort them back to consider freedom. Yet, his one thumb had curled over the paper to hold it from getting perfect freedom and flying to the dust-filled skies.

The same dust that coated his clothing also clung to his pale cheeks, giving him a little more colouration than normal. He had been away from home so long, away from his family. The dirt of sitting too long on a windy desert flat was mostly crusted onto one side of his face, coating his blonde eyelashes that didn’t close enough to remove the particles that tainted his normally perfect vision. Still, he didn’t move himself to shelter.

He should go home. His deliveries were finished and the broken city known at Midgar loomed over the next hill and down the straight road. He had made the trip many times. He had had to stop this time, to get down the questions that muddled his brain up. Once they were out, he would be free again for a little while and hidden once more, safe to take care of his adoptive family.

His hand moved one last time over the flapping paper, the pen tip pressing hard enough to keep it from moving away from him. The ink smeared the dirt enough that black marred the once clear sheet just below where he had been writing previously.

There’s someone in my head… and it’s not me.
1 Memories of a SOLDIER, First Class

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