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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 24, 2011 15:05:02 GMT -5
Sitting by herself, Tifa’s dark eyes scanned across the dimly lit bar. It was so much like home...okay not quite but the bar downstairs in the hotel brought back so many memories. Many were happy, though there was the odd one she would rather forget. It was too late now though, as she sat by her lonesome, sipping some water. She was not partial to the odd drink of alcohol, despite being a bartender of her own bar back home. Especially not when she was trying to figure a way out of here.
Though it was not that simple, as non elf her friends were here. Which made her doubt start to kick in. What if she was stuck here forever? Wondering what everyone was up to, were the safe? The kids, Cloud? She felt her hands instinctively rise to her head, as she tried not to let those thoughts bother her. She was already troubled as it was.
All she could do right now was wait...wait to see if everything would turn out alright. Which...wasn’t working so far. Sighing, she really thought about getting up..She was the only here anyway...Her legs protested against this thought loudly, as she decided to just take the free moments peace from wandering the strange like city she was now trapped in. Swirling the glass in her hand, she really had hoped things would pick up real fast.
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Post by Elena on Jan 25, 2011 17:57:03 GMT -5
If there was any Turk that would be easy to find, it would be Reno. And if there was any place to look for Reno, it was a bar.
Elena didn't like to waste time. Even disorientated and, to be perfectly honest, a bit scared, she was going to stand around sightseeing. She didn't need to inspect the town to know she didn't know it. The accent and the strange, well, everything were proof enough of that. And Elena, standing alone and feeling very small in her Turk suit and tie, decided she didn't want to stay around and wait for this place to tell her if she was in danger or not.
She was in a state of shock (but none of this could be real). The blonde hadn't completely accepted that she wasn't on the same earth she'd been stepping on before (because that's not at all possible). She clung to the hope that this was all a big joke (it's not funny, Reno) and the hope that finding Reno (and kicking his ass) would make him give her the answers she needed (and wanted to hear).
'Bar open' was, for once, a grateful sight, and Elena -- not without biting back uncertainty -- followed the directions of a young woman who pointed her in the right direction. But for all her efforts, it took only one disheartening glance around the room to know that Reno was not there. That shock of red hair was not easily missed and no one here had locks as vibrant or crimson as his. She found herself glad to be in a bar now, for the urge to have something to drink became overpower. "This can't be happening," she mumbled weakly as she ambled to the bar. She gave one last pitiful look to her left then to her -- Hey.
The Turk blinked, staring outright at the woman sitting not far from her. Nearing desperation, she moved toward the brunette, cocking her head. "Do I. Know you?" Her eyes narrowed in an attempt to recall the face and coming up short. But what did it matter, honestly. She knew this face and that meant, maybe, they could tell her what the hell was going on.
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