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 Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 2:33 pm
Midgar is a city built upon a series of support structures that hold it high above the actual ground where the slums of the city lie. On the plates is a city of pure industry where the reactors use the abundant and profitable source of MAKO as the energy to keep it running. Though it is modern, the city on the plates is still rather drab and dark.
Several businesses and bars dot the streets of the industrial city, most of them either controlled by the Shinra, or paying a hefty sum to keep them off of their back. It is a city ruled by fear and necessity.
It is Rufus's city. Midgar.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 3:09 pm
Klein entered his office in the Shinra building, looking around at the dreary facility. Hardly anything that might make it pass for an office was there, except for a few scattered papers and one bright, puncuating labtop. Klein walked over to the computer, tapping a few keys before smiling faintly at the screen and his new detail.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 8:23 pm
In the heart of Midgar, a bald man wearing a pair of Shinra-brand sunglasses made his way down the cold, dreary streets. An impassive frown and a single gold earring were the distinguishing features of his face, which were noticed with some sense of fear by the passing residents of the city. What was more frightful, however, was his suit. Why?
It was the outfit of the Turks, and the man was none other than Rude. Ranked just below Reno, he was a powerful and dangerous man within the Shinra Corporation. He was also a man of few words, saying nothing as he crept through the city streets in the darkness. A pickpocket glanced out from the alleyways with a predator's grin, but upon noticing Rude he immediately retreated in fear. Rude didn't glance in his direction, but he noticed him nevertheless...
Finally, he reached his destination...a small building with a neon sign above the entrance. "Gren's Jazz Bar" was what the small sign read, and with a small satisfaction he made his way through the door. The man to the side, obviously a bouncer from his muscular appearance and the plug in his ear, looked up at Rude and nodded quickly, waving the Turk into the bar a little too excitedly. Rude had always been one of their most loyal patrons.
Smooth, relaxing music and great booze were the draw of Gren's Jazz Bar, and Rude couldn't help but appreciate the calm atmosphere...a great change of pace from his Turk lifestyle. He made his way quickly towards a stool on the bar that was immediately cleared for him the moment he entered and sat down, placing his head in his hands. The bartender took one look at the man and was rushing to fill up a mug with the usual for his favorite...and most dangerous customer.
As the mug was placed before him, Rude looked up and nodded to the man before downing the first half in a single gulp. He slammed the alcoholic beverage down to the top of the bar and glanced towards the stage where a man with long blue hair was performing on his saxophone. The man was very good at what he did, and it soothed the headache that had plagued the large Turk all day. A sigh of release escaped him, as he placed his head back into his hands...
It was just another night in Midgar for the man known only as Rude...another night as a Turk of the Shinra.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:47 pm
Klein entered the doorway of Gren's Jazz Bar, deciding on relaxing after a day's hard work. He hadn't been a fan of bars or pubs, but his colleagues had assured him this place was quite the improvement from the normal brawling crowd he so detested. Klein moved to a stool by the bar, ignoring a large, highly inebriated man who began to openly protest before noticing the Shinra badge and looked about. Not being used to drinking alcoholic bevarages, Klein made no indication to the bartender for his service, thinking it best to wait for his associates.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:11 am
As was the usual in the dead of the evening for the baldest of the Turks, Rude made his way into Gren's Jazz Bar after finally being released from a long day's work. His eyes scanned the bar silently, taking in all the familiar and unfamiliar forms as he went to his usual stool on near the bar. As he neared, however, he caught sight of Klein, a newer employee at the Shinra whom Reno had invited to come drinking with them earlier in the evening.
Rude wasn't sure whether or not the new guy was even a drinker or not, but Reno didn't seem to mind when he invited him to Gren's. Maybe it was because Reno knew that Gren's was a great place to unwind, even if you weren't drinking, or maybe he just didn't care. It was hard to tell with Reno. Either way, he made his way to the stool next to him and took a seat, nodding to the man as he sat down.
The bartender immediately began filling a glass of the usual for his favorite and most regular customer. Rude didn't say a word, waiting for Reno to show up or Klein to say something to him. He didn't mind, though. In his silence, he could better listen to the excellent music being played by the blue-haired man on stage.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:16 am
From the doorway, a loud voice boomed over the music. "Yo! Rude! I got us a table, man! Let's start drinkin'!" His voice was slightly slurred, and it was obvious that he'd done a little drinking even before he had come. The red-haired man went and sat at the table he had reserved, and motioned for the other two to join him.
He called out to the Bartender, ordering his usual as he kicked back in his booth and pulled his shades up, revealing his eyes and the two scars that trailed along below them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:19 am
Elena walked in less timid than usual, having grown accustomed to accompanying her two Turk comrades on several of their drinking excursions. She had to admit, she wasn't very keen on the idea of putting off work they should be doing for this...Reno was still supposed to be on a mission, she thought...but it was no use talking to them, they'd never listen.
She went right to the table and sat in the booth next to Reno, saying a small hello to her red-haired companion while hoping he didn't make a scene.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:24 am
Leos nodded to Rude as he sat down next to him, and then immediately turned to the door once her heard the commotion Reno was making. Out of the corner of his eye, the large drunken man was slinking away out of fear of the familiar suits of the Turks. He smirked at that.
The pilot stood from his stool, went over to the table, and took a seat at a chair next to Reno. "Do you make this type of impression everywhere you go?" he smirked, talking to Reno. "If so, perhaps it isn't so different from the place I came from."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:27 am
Rude sat down next to Elena and Leos, bringing his full mug with him. He merely nodded at Klein's question, having been used to the fear of the common people for some time. "It's part of the job..." he told him quietly, taking a long sip from his ale and enjoying the sound of Gren's Jazz.
He put his mug to the table and nodded towards Elena, giving her a small hello, and turned to Reno, wondering why he'd gathered them all here.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:30 am
Elena sat timidly, letting Rude's answer for Leos's question suffice for now. There was more to it, in her eyes, but she didn't want to step out of line. However, she knew that she was about to because something was nagging at her that she couldn't quite shake. Her blue eyes turned to her leader, and in as cordial a voice as she could muster, she asked him.
"Reno, I was wondering...isn't there something you should be doing now? You never finished your report for President Rufus, did you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:33 am
Reno frowned and threw his arms up dramatically. "Geez, Elena, you're killin' my buzz! You remember what I told you about working during work and relaxing when you're off, right? Well I'm off for the day, awright?" The leader of the three Turks turned towards the newcomer and took a big drink of his freshly delivered beer, before starting. "Yeah, this whole city is afraid of us, and why shouldn't they be? We're the Turks! When a job needs done, no matter how tough or dirty it gets, we get it done. Ain't that right, you buncha wingnuts?"
He raised his glass in a small toast, before taking a huge chug and finishing the mug.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:39 am
Klein slid his glass a quarter turn around the table, giving it to Reno. He smirked deviously at Elena and laughed. "This could get interesting."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:41 am
Rude raised his glass. "To Reno and the Turks!" He then chugged his entire mug and placed it back on the table.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:44 am
Elena sighed defeated at Reno's comment. She lifted her own glass of ginger ale, giggling a little at Klein's comment, and took a long drink of her own liquid. She turned towards Rude, a small smile on her face. "Did you see Rufus today? I was hoping to catch him when I turned in my report, but he wasn't in."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:05 am
Reno gulped down the glass Klein slipped over, and raised it to the air. "Here's to us! Cheers!" He slammed the mug down on the table top and looked around at everyone at the table. "I figured with all this work Rufus has been making us do, we could all stand to unwind a little. That's why I brought you all here, so have some damn fun!"
He laughed and put his arm around Elena, then looked over to Klein. "You're gonna have to start drinking something if you wanna hang out with us, you know."
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