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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 11:23:50 GMT -5
7th Heaven: AKA Sexy Party at Tifa’s House (Open)
Gram took a seat against with his back against the wall and as close to the far corner as he could manage. A paranoid habit, it was, but it allowed him to keep an eye on the door as well as those within the bar. Once settled, he reached for the menu and looked over its contents while calculating how much food and liquor he could afford. Traveling this far from Corel had cost them a pretty chunk of Gill, and he was nearly out of funds. He’d have to find a way to make more money, and soon.
It had been some years since he had traveled to Midgar—something he would not have dared to do even a year ago. But with the defeat of Deep Ground at the hands of the WRO, Gram decided that he could finally risk the return. He had a data retrieval to do, and now—while the WRO was still recovering from battle—might be his only opportunity. Despite the presents of WRO officers, security around the Deep Ground facility, as well as its NETWORK, was lower than it had ever been.
He wondered of his old office was still intact. It would certainly make the process easier if he could login to his computer.
But... That was unlikely. They would have changed his password, or more likely, removed his computer during the investigation that followed his defection.
So, it was on to plan B: Accessing Deep Ground's intranet.
If he could make it to an access node…
Well, he was not sure what he would do. The access nodes required an SND connection. Despite knowing the interworking of the Dive Helmet’s electroencephalographic sensors like the back of his hand, Gram found it ironic that he himself was never able to successfully execute a Synaptic Net Dive during its testing period.
Perhaps if he could figure out a way to create a GHOST GUI…
Who was he kidding?
Cyberneticist though he may be, he was not a hacker. Although he had a vague idea about what might be possible, and some programming skills, he didn’t exactly know how to breach a secured network. His focus was never in network administration; he was more concerned with programs that were able to interpret signals sent from organic matter, not other computers. And even then, he worked more with the hardware, not software.
Gram sighed, wondering just what he had gotten himself into.
Dammit.
He needed a drink…
Perhaps he could figure out what to do after he was properly sauced.
So, with that thought in mind, he waved down rather buxom bartender.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 19, 2010 12:31:01 GMT -5
Trever walked into the 7th Heaven, surprisingly without his usual confidant swagger. Infact he entered with quite the opposite, face down, slumped shoulders, and if he had a tail you could be sure itd be between his legs. The kid looked like he had lost a fight with a lawn mower to boot. Slices, some larger than others, could be spotted on his arms, face, and through tears in his wife beater and jeans. He took a sad seat at the counter and refused to look at anyone at first. He just leaned his arms on the counter top and buried his face in them.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 13:35:10 GMT -5
Gram watched a battered and bloodied youth trudged into the bar and right up to the counter.
Despite the fact that he didn’t really care—the youth could die a bloody death in the street for all the difference it would make—Gram found himself leaving his corner table and approaching the bar. Must have been the part of him that was once a healer… Or what was left of that past self.
“Hey, Bartender. Whiskey. Get one for him as well,” Gram ordered as he took a seat next to the youth.
And then, passing the youth a sidelong glance, Gram greeted him with a curt nod, “You look like shit, kid. ”
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 19, 2010 13:56:43 GMT -5
Trever heard some guy talking and then heard whoever it was take a seat next to him. He lifted his head up and looked at the man who was now beside him. He chuckled at his remark for he felt exactly how he looked to this guy. "Ya think so?" Trever laughed once. It wasnt everyday someone approached him without a care to who or what he was. Then again, he wasnt a familiar face so no doubt he was new around these parts. He wouldn't of bothered if he were a local here. But either way, Trever pick himself up and held his hand out to the stranger before him. "Trever Valens." He introduced with one polite nod. "Dont worry about all this. Just some flesh wounds...my cat didnt agree with me this morning." He joked, laughing lightly.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 14:39:53 GMT -5
Gram accepted the hand shake, and after a very brief paused, decided that there wouldn't be any harm in giving his name to the kid.
“Velent…" And then he looked Trevor over with a curious look, he added, “A cat did that, huh?”
With a shake of his head, he turned away from the youth and reached into his coat. Pulling out a cigarette and lighter, he lit the end and took a drag. After exhaling, he arched a brow at the youth and smirked, “Last time I got scratched like that, ten shots of cacteur and a woman were involved.”
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 19, 2010 15:38:35 GMT -5
"Well, I guess that isnt to far off from the real story sir..." He chuckled again. He paused for a long time and looked down. "Youve been around the block a few times I bet...ever..." He wondered if he could really ask him such stupid and childish questions. "Have you ever fell in love so bad that once shes gone youve...completely given up? Knew it was hopeless after youve tried everything to get her back? And now that its done you try to move on but you...cant?" God what an idiot he must of sounded like. He put his head down again and sighed deeply.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 15:59:01 GMT -5
Gram let out a short, dark chuckle, “Yeah. I've been there. Twice, actually, back when I was a young and brilliant idiot."
He looked as though he was about to say more, but bartender decided to take that moment to deliver their drinks. With a nod to the pretty women, he took a quick swig of his own and relished in the feeling of the whiskey as it burned its way down.
Looking down at the remaining liquid, started sloshing it around the glass in a circular motion. "Look: You're still young, so don't let it get to ya, kid. You'll just turn into an old wasted drunk, and that won't do anybody any good. Not you. Not her."
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Post by forsaken on Jul 19, 2010 19:03:45 GMT -5
Ningyo walked into the bar, and looked around, he had been coming to the bar for a week or so, but he already had the place memorized. he went and sat down infornt of the counter, the bartender already knew that ningyo never wanted anything to drink, so she just went by him without saying a thing.
ningyo was deep in thought when he heard two guys next to him talk about love. ningyo couldn't help but laugh at this. " there is no such thing as love. its just a word made up by the poor and pathetic. in the end a word wont keep you alive. " he said without truning to face the two.
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 19, 2010 19:08:33 GMT -5
"Hmm..." He looked at his drink for awhile before taking a long hard swig from it. He never was into the stronger stuff but god knew he needed it tonight. "And giving me whiskey is gonna help me not be a washed up drunk, old man?" Trever nudged him with his elbow, trying to lighten the mood. His smile didnt last too long though as he sighed and looked back down. "Ive tried to live again. Hell my life was great before her...but she made it better...and then it was all gone...and I cant get my old life back. Cant even replace her. And now I just feel like Im gonna die." Trever dug his face back into his arms. He was going crazy and even he knew it. But could Elstan see it? Wasnt it obvious? Why wouldn't she help him for crying out loud? She still cared...atleast thats what Trever wanted to believe.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 21:31:25 GMT -5
What Gram had with his own first love… Well… It was very passionate to say the least. Filled with just as much love as it was hate, they were always hot, never cold. If they weren’t at each other like rabbits, they were at each other’s throats.
A smile, just as nostalgic as it was grim, pulled at his lips.
He had married her when he was much young, and despite all that had happened between them—from his cheating on her to her rewarding his lacking fidelity by hamstringing him with his own equipment—he was amazed that they never actually divorced. To this day, he was still married; that is, if he wasn’t already a widower.
I wonder if you’re still alive, you botox hag.
As for his lover, a female Deep Ground SOLDIER with which he had a prolonged affair, he never knew what happened to her…
Or their child…
Gram took a swig of his drink, not really knowing what to say to bring the kid out of his despair, when he was slowly drowning in his own. So, he finally settled for, “I don’t really know what to tell you, kid. Love’s a bitch that likes to fuck with your life and then screw you over. At least you don’t have a kid brought into the mess, right?”
He then gulped down the last of his whiskey, and asked for another.
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Post by forsaken on Jul 19, 2010 22:03:57 GMT -5
Ningyo sighed, he normally didnt care what people were talking about around him, but one of the men talked about feeling like he was going to die. he truned his head in their direction. " thats what happens when people believe in love, they fallow someone around and give them everything they have, and when that person leaves then they are left with nothing." Ningyo paused for a second before going on " as you said, you cant go back to the life you had, well then you need to make a new life, give up on your feelings. feelings don't exist. your new life should be about fighting, live to fight and fight to live. "
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Post by michimoro on Jul 19, 2010 22:39:32 GMT -5
Noticing the man talking to them from a few stools down, Gram half turned to listen to what the guy had to say.
“Discard emotion and live for the battle…huh?” Gram mused aloud before he took a drag from his cigarette, “That sounds very familiar…”
And then, he leaned back in his bar stool and broke into a throaty laughed.
“Ah ha ha! Well… I’ll take that back, kid. There is something that I can tell you. Don’t listen to that meathead over there. The only thing worse than falling in love, is not being able to love at all. Even a rat basterd like me knows that much."
Gram then sneered, "It's what separates us men from monsters.”
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 20, 2010 8:06:46 GMT -5
He listened intently to the things everyone had said around him. None of it sounded too nice until Velent spoke again. He was stuck on those last words he uttered. "What separates men from monsters..." He repeated outloud. This confirmed it. He was a monster. That or hes becoming one. Big surprise considering how people looked at him. His hand tightened around the bottle just thinking about it. Then he skipped back to the mans first question to take his mind off that. "No...no kids are involved...not mine anyway...for all I know..." It was an up hill battle from the second that damn kid was born. But he couldn't blame it on her boy. Trever wasnt confirmed on it but there is talk of another child. He just prayed that this time it were his so that maybe the scale would balance out. Even just a little could make all the difference in his current morale. Trever sighed and looked to the man beside him. Sure this man wasnt god, but at least he could put such faith in another being beside Him for once.
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Post by michimoro on Jul 20, 2010 8:12:40 GMT -5
Gram leaned forward sat an elbow against the counter while he tapped of the the ash of his cigarette into a small tray. Returning his attention back to Trever, he made a crooked smile, "You know what? You might feel like shit right now, but the wound is still fresh. Give it time, my friend, and it will heal. There may still be a scar, but the pain will fade and you will be able to move on."
Gram then shook his head, "Not exactly the most sound of medical advice I'd ever given... But I suppose it will do for something."
Then holding up his glass of whiskey, he said, "At least it's better than 'Take two of these and call me in the morning.'"
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Post by Trever Valens on Jul 20, 2010 8:27:26 GMT -5
And that was the best advice he could ask for, though to his heart it meant nothing. He smirked but couldn't place the effort for anything greater. "Thanks doc." He finally said with just a chuckle. He'd just have to try harder to move on...
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