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neopoints[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 04:22 am (UTC)[ from no shortage of practice. and correction. and long, long lessons with people he'd rather sink his teeth into than bring any kind of bliss. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 04:34 am (UTC)I bet. You look like you can talk some serious shit.
[ that's way more fun than the other thing. ]
"And you can use it," yeah, yeah, blowjobs or whatever. You wanna roast some suits? I bet you've met so many.
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Date: 2020-05-08 04:36 am (UTC)A few. Not as many as you'd think.
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Date: 2020-05-08 12:41 pm (UTC)[ you better believe he's watching for recognition. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 03:15 pm (UTC)I'm not at liberty to say.
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Date: 2020-05-10 01:49 am (UTC)Come ooooonnn. You can say whatever you wanna say in front of me. She's the fucking worst, isn't she?
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Date: 2020-05-10 01:54 am (UTC)No. Corneo is definitely the worst. [ okay, just. taking a drink he hasn't drank that much right right is fine. he crosses his legs loosely at the ankle. ] ... There's just something... wrong with that woman.
[ ... ]
Her tits are fake, too.
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Date: 2020-05-10 04:18 pm (UTC)he came for comments exactly like that. reno cackles into his glass. ]
Hahahaha, you serious? I knew it. She's already just plastic and wires on the inside, might as well make it match. Y'know, now that she's like, seventy years old or whatever. She turned thirty, like, six times already.
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Date: 2020-05-10 05:08 pm (UTC)[ he's seen so much of that woman. so... so much. ]
I've heard she brings her kinks into the workplace, but one of the guys that's always following her around? Not actually in the military. He's from here.
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Date: 2020-05-11 01:06 pm (UTC)That's a total breach of protocol... 'Course, the suits at the top can pretty fucking much do what they want with total impunity. When you got that much power, nobody can say anything about the weird, illegal shit you do.
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Date: 2020-05-11 03:24 pm (UTC)[ he's pretty sure he's picked up a number of Shinra secrets already that she's whispered while brutalizing him. ]
The only one who isn't is Palmer. But I think that's only because no one tells him anything.