Post by maddawg85 on Aug 19, 2009 17:27:36 GMT
The ground rumbled as the bullet train raced up the tracks disappearing from sight almost as soon as it came into view. Inside the silver and ribbed cars, the train carried it's passengers to the private sector of Midgar. In one of the foremost cars Buddy was lying down on one of the cushioned seats, his eyes closed while strumming his guitar softly, just playing a few chords interchangeably that provoked a serene daydream. He looked quite out of place with his tattered and dirty suit, so much so that the other passengers moved themselves to another car when they saw him swipe the badge at the computer terminal by the entrance. There was an amazing charisma about the train that demonstrated elegance and sophistication. There was a soft floral fragrance that Buddy assumed was pumped through the air vents into the pressurized cars and the décor provided a very modern and classy art display to gaze at. There were no windows in the car to distract you from the chic interior, only a television in the corner that played the constant news/propaganda provided by Shinra.
So this is how the topside lives? Must be nice… He thought to himself while he imagined himself in living the lifestyle of the wealthy. He pictured himself in a bright red bathrobe and fluffy black slippers sitting in his own personal studio with his weathered guitar in hand. On the walls hung the many other guitars he would have collected. He would spend his days lounging and composing, drinking the finest spirits and smoking the best cigars the world could offer. Of course he would need a companion to enjoy this life with, so by his side would be a faithful canine that would sit next to him. The dog started off as a blur, but soon took shape in his mind becoming one of the great dogs that lived in the North. Black and white, with a lot of fur to protect it from the cold and tail that curved up and wagged every time it would see its master. Oh yeah, and I would have a….
The speakers stopped playing the news for a moment as the sound of a bell rang throughout the car, followed immediately by a smooth, apathetic female voice stating that the train would soon arrive at Buddy's destination. The sudden change in the atmosphere brought Buddy back into the moment and he sat up. He reached underneath the seat and pulled out a black duffle bag and unzipped the top. Reaching in without looking he pulled out a sharp brand new white shirt and hung it from the handrails. Next was a slick pair of black pants which would hang next to the shirt. After the pant came a new jacket and tie which would also be hung up. Finally he pulled out a can of shoe shine and sat it on the floor. Looking around he noticed a camera in the corner that was fixated on him.
Lucky guys. They'll get a bit of a show.
He slid off his shoes and placed them next to him on the floor, then unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, revealing awkward colored purple boxers covered in Moogles dancing. Reaching up he grabbed the new pair of pants hanging above him and slid them on. They fit almost perfectly, just a little loose so he could maneuver around comfortably in them. He then took off his shirt showing off his natural sweater of chest hair and quickly switched it out with the new one. Throwing on everything else, he looked himself over and nodded.
Damn! It is a crime to look this sharp!
He grabbed his coats collar in pride and strutted around a bit to get a feel for the new clothes. He had been offered a job to protect a man who lived in the private sectors and so the decision eventually came about that he needed to dress the part as well. He picked up the can of shoe shine and lacquered it on, shining and buffing his black and white shoes to a brilliant finish. He looked up from them a smiled as the train came to a halt.
Brilliant timing as always.
Grinning, he threw his old clothes in the duffle bag and zipped it up. Sliding his guitar and katana over his back, he walked off onto the station into a cloud of steam. When it dissipated there he stood, his cracked glasses shining in the dim train station light still wearing a full smile. He hadn't been offered a job for this wealthy of a profile ever. The man was an engineer for Shinra. In fact, if his research on the engineer was correct, he was one of the few who assisted in the design of the Mako energy converters. It didn't matter what this man did though as long as he could pay make the payment up front. With that thought, Buddy rummaged through his bags and pulled out a crumbled piece of paper that was the contract. He placed it on the side of the train and tried to smooth it out a bit before folding it and placing it on the inside breast pocket of his new coat. He adjusted his glasses a bit and strut his way out of the station. Leaving through the sliding doors, he could hear someone call from the background, "HEY! Sweet shoes!" His smile became a little bit bigger.
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So this is how the topside lives? Must be nice… He thought to himself while he imagined himself in living the lifestyle of the wealthy. He pictured himself in a bright red bathrobe and fluffy black slippers sitting in his own personal studio with his weathered guitar in hand. On the walls hung the many other guitars he would have collected. He would spend his days lounging and composing, drinking the finest spirits and smoking the best cigars the world could offer. Of course he would need a companion to enjoy this life with, so by his side would be a faithful canine that would sit next to him. The dog started off as a blur, but soon took shape in his mind becoming one of the great dogs that lived in the North. Black and white, with a lot of fur to protect it from the cold and tail that curved up and wagged every time it would see its master. Oh yeah, and I would have a….
The speakers stopped playing the news for a moment as the sound of a bell rang throughout the car, followed immediately by a smooth, apathetic female voice stating that the train would soon arrive at Buddy's destination. The sudden change in the atmosphere brought Buddy back into the moment and he sat up. He reached underneath the seat and pulled out a black duffle bag and unzipped the top. Reaching in without looking he pulled out a sharp brand new white shirt and hung it from the handrails. Next was a slick pair of black pants which would hang next to the shirt. After the pant came a new jacket and tie which would also be hung up. Finally he pulled out a can of shoe shine and sat it on the floor. Looking around he noticed a camera in the corner that was fixated on him.
Lucky guys. They'll get a bit of a show.
He slid off his shoes and placed them next to him on the floor, then unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, revealing awkward colored purple boxers covered in Moogles dancing. Reaching up he grabbed the new pair of pants hanging above him and slid them on. They fit almost perfectly, just a little loose so he could maneuver around comfortably in them. He then took off his shirt showing off his natural sweater of chest hair and quickly switched it out with the new one. Throwing on everything else, he looked himself over and nodded.
Damn! It is a crime to look this sharp!
He grabbed his coats collar in pride and strutted around a bit to get a feel for the new clothes. He had been offered a job to protect a man who lived in the private sectors and so the decision eventually came about that he needed to dress the part as well. He picked up the can of shoe shine and lacquered it on, shining and buffing his black and white shoes to a brilliant finish. He looked up from them a smiled as the train came to a halt.
Brilliant timing as always.
Grinning, he threw his old clothes in the duffle bag and zipped it up. Sliding his guitar and katana over his back, he walked off onto the station into a cloud of steam. When it dissipated there he stood, his cracked glasses shining in the dim train station light still wearing a full smile. He hadn't been offered a job for this wealthy of a profile ever. The man was an engineer for Shinra. In fact, if his research on the engineer was correct, he was one of the few who assisted in the design of the Mako energy converters. It didn't matter what this man did though as long as he could pay make the payment up front. With that thought, Buddy rummaged through his bags and pulled out a crumbled piece of paper that was the contract. He placed it on the side of the train and tried to smooth it out a bit before folding it and placing it on the inside breast pocket of his new coat. He adjusted his glasses a bit and strut his way out of the station. Leaving through the sliding doors, he could hear someone call from the background, "HEY! Sweet shoes!" His smile became a little bit bigger.
(Word count: 920)