Post by Mitsu Mazono on Sept 1, 2013 3:09:04 GMT -5
"...I can't believe this place is..."
Junon. The city that never slept and the second largest sector city next to Midgar and the Golden Saucer. Once the temporary headquarters of the powerful Shin-ra Electric Power Company was now nothing more than a busy city during the reconstruction stage. It had been almost 11 years since the nightclub had been a resting place for Turks, SOLDIER and members of the company after hours. It was here that a lone figure stood, his white long-coat and fedora obscuring most of his features from passerby's. Now a normal bar, the former nightclub "Heaven's Fire" was nothing more than a shell of its former self, the neighborhood having fallen into disarray. It was a sad state of affairs.
Sighing and placing on his trademark smile, the mysterious figure stepped into the bar and took a look around. The interior was less than adequate with the lighting. Pool Tables and make-shift booths scattered haplessly around the club, it was enough to make a former resident cry. Still, he was happy to be here and after a long time traveling the young, auburn haired youth sat his lithe frame upon a stool at the bar. His eyes coming to rest on no one familiar, the bartender himself a new individual, not the buxom beauty that used to own the place. Nothing was the same and that was probably for the best.
One of Interpol's most wanted criminals sat here and ordered an entire bottle of top shelf bourbon. He acted as if nothing was wrong as he reached his gloved hand across to open the bottle and start guzzling down the contents before ordering another bottle, dropping cash on the counter as if it was nothing. A violin case at his side, the young man just seemed to be a wander trying to remove the bad memories of the past from his mind. That couldn't be further from the truth as he steeled himself for the task of breaking into former Shin-Ra Tower and retrieving files from the S.I.A. Computers on himself and the others whom he now called "Family". Vertex, an organization known globally as a collection of Interpol criminals was a taboo subject for most areas, yet here...in this bar...none of that seemed to matter.
Junon. The city that never slept and the second largest sector city next to Midgar and the Golden Saucer. Once the temporary headquarters of the powerful Shin-ra Electric Power Company was now nothing more than a busy city during the reconstruction stage. It had been almost 11 years since the nightclub had been a resting place for Turks, SOLDIER and members of the company after hours. It was here that a lone figure stood, his white long-coat and fedora obscuring most of his features from passerby's. Now a normal bar, the former nightclub "Heaven's Fire" was nothing more than a shell of its former self, the neighborhood having fallen into disarray. It was a sad state of affairs.
Sighing and placing on his trademark smile, the mysterious figure stepped into the bar and took a look around. The interior was less than adequate with the lighting. Pool Tables and make-shift booths scattered haplessly around the club, it was enough to make a former resident cry. Still, he was happy to be here and after a long time traveling the young, auburn haired youth sat his lithe frame upon a stool at the bar. His eyes coming to rest on no one familiar, the bartender himself a new individual, not the buxom beauty that used to own the place. Nothing was the same and that was probably for the best.
One of Interpol's most wanted criminals sat here and ordered an entire bottle of top shelf bourbon. He acted as if nothing was wrong as he reached his gloved hand across to open the bottle and start guzzling down the contents before ordering another bottle, dropping cash on the counter as if it was nothing. A violin case at his side, the young man just seemed to be a wander trying to remove the bad memories of the past from his mind. That couldn't be further from the truth as he steeled himself for the task of breaking into former Shin-Ra Tower and retrieving files from the S.I.A. Computers on himself and the others whom he now called "Family". Vertex, an organization known globally as a collection of Interpol criminals was a taboo subject for most areas, yet here...in this bar...none of that seemed to matter.