Writing Sample 1
A young girl with spiked, reddish brown hair walked through a slightly destroyed church, sighing softly. 'No one is even here. This was a waste of my time.' She thought, jogging out of the church, leaving a small trail of dust behind. The young girl jumped onto a sleek, black motorcycle with a small white dragon on the side, and underneath it, it said Last Order: Zetsumei. She pulled her light blue, tinted sunglasses over her hazel-grey eyes, revving up the engine as she placed her feet on the pegs, speeding off. She blew a bubble, sucking in the blue piece of gum, listening to it pop over her blaring music that went through her ears.
The girl looked down at her cell phone as it stopped playing music, and she slid to a stop at a cliff side. She looked around, and then she blinked. "Now I wonder where we were supposed to meet up at again? Maybe I should call..." She started before looking up, frowning as she heard the loud roar of an airship. She shivered as she gripped her slightly exposed side, panting as her pupils went from being large to thin slits as she had flashes of a silver haired young man go through her head. "Sephiroth..." She whispered before her head fell forward, and she gasped out, trying to catch her breath.
She shook her head moments later as the airship landed outside of Midgar, and she lightly smirked. "Healin Lodge...right. I'm getting a little distracted." She thought as she turned her bike around, taking off towards the lodge. She glanced back at the airship before she kept going, tossing a blue materia up and down as she drove. She lightly kicked the side of the bike, watching a compartment open up, and she placed the materia inside with a few others before it closed on its own, and she scrolled down in her cell phone, choosing another song to listen to.
A blonde man slipped out of the airship with a dark haired man following behind, and he sighed. "Do yer' own thing. I'm sick of seein' yer face." He grunted out to the girl on top of the airship as he lit a cigarette, and he began to smoke as he wandered off. He glanced over his shoulder at Vincent, giving him a short wave as he kept walking, placing his brown jacket around his waist. He flicked the ashes from his cigarette off to the side, and he blew out a bit of smoke, fixing his goggles. Cid was hoping his newest airship Sierra would be alright alone...even if Yuffie had stayed behind, his ship's safety wasn't guaranteed. "Ah, Vincent'll handle it...." Cid said to himself, but his words weren't filled with confidence.
Yuffie sat on top of the ship, polishing her shuriken. She was upset that she'd just got left behind, but she blinked, glancing down at Vincent. "Hey Vincent! Where ya going?" She asked, calling out to him. She didn't get an answer, not that she was expecting one, and she groaned as she heard him tell her to stay on the ship. "Sexist! I never get to do anything! Cloud's going to hear about this when he gets here!" Yuffie shouted at his back, not getting a response.
Vincent had gone to look for a medical supplies. It was nothing personal, but he just wasn't in the mood to talk to Yuffie, and he could easily see why Cid had chosen to leave. He ran his hand through his hair, and he looked around, frowning at all of the shops and people around. His black hair fell into his face, and he went into one of the shops, searching for bandages, completely ignoring the sales clerk that tried to assist him in finding what he was looking for.
At the Healin lodge, in a small back room, a young man sat in a corner of the room, chained up to the wall behind him. Bright, orange eyes scanned the room he was in, and he opened his mouth to say something, only to close it as he heard voices outside of the door. For the past two weeks, after being removed out of a mako tainted, water filled capsule, he'd been subjected to seeing a loud mouthed, red head and a bald man walk in and out of the room, contemplating about what they should do with him. His fingers lightly tapped on his arms as he mimicked the footsteps that walked past the door at a restless pace.
From a distance, he could be seen as a blood thirsty or caged up animal that was ready to snap due to the lack of activity. His fingers stopped, tightly clenching his wrapped up arm as his geostigma began to bother him. "Sephiroth....Jenova.." He hoarsely whispered before he fell silent again, staring at a small mouse that was scurrying across the floor. The young man moved forward to go to the mouse, glancing back at the bolted chains that were rattling, reminding him that he was restricted from going very far.
He glanced towards the window that was in the corner of the room, listening to a soft tap at the window. He ran his tongue over his fangs, hissing softly as the noise out in the other room grew louder with the voices. He rocked back and forth to keep himself calm as he waited for the red headed turk to walk into the room and ask him the daily questions about who he was, and why he didn't talk. He always timed when he came in everyday, and it seemed that now the boy was quite late.
Two silver haired boys sat on their bikes, looking around as they stopped near the cliff where the Buster Sword was sitting into the ground. "Big brother isn't anywhere to be found. This is quite upsetting. Loz?" One of them asked asked tilting his head to the side as his silver hair spilled over his shoulders. Loz looked as though he was going to cry, and his brother lightly rolled his eyes, and he gave the other a pat on the back. Loz sucked it up, and he looked around. "Should we find Kadaj?" Loz asked. "He'd call if he wanted us around." Yazoo said leaning back, relaxing.
The girl from earlier had taken her time getting to the Healin Lodge, sitting next to her bike, raising an eye brow as she looked at Reno standing outside. She snickered, and she adjusted her tank top and hoodie, placing her glasses on top of her head. Her head moved with the music as did her hips, and she bent down, fixing her belted boots and the thigh high, blue and black sock on her left leg. The other was properly covered, and she ran a hand through her spiked hair as she just leaned against her bike, not bothering to go up to the door.
A young girl with spiked, reddish brown hair walked through a slightly destroyed church, sighing softly. 'No one is even here. This was a waste of my time.' She thought, jogging out of the church, leaving a small trail of dust behind. The young girl jumped onto a sleek, black motorcycle with a small white dragon on the side, and underneath it, it said Last Order: Zetsumei. She pulled her light blue, tinted sunglasses over her hazel-grey eyes, revving up the engine as she placed her feet on the pegs, speeding off. She blew a bubble, sucking in the blue piece of gum, listening to it pop over her blaring music that went through her ears.
The girl looked down at her cell phone as it stopped playing music, and she slid to a stop at a cliff side. She looked around, and then she blinked. "Now I wonder where we were supposed to meet up at again? Maybe I should call..." She started before looking up, frowning as she heard the loud roar of an airship. She shivered as she gripped her slightly exposed side, panting as her pupils went from being large to thin slits as she had flashes of a silver haired young man go through her head. "Sephiroth..." She whispered before her head fell forward, and she gasped out, trying to catch her breath.
She shook her head moments later as the airship landed outside of Midgar, and she lightly smirked. "Healin Lodge...right. I'm getting a little distracted." She thought as she turned her bike around, taking off towards the lodge. She glanced back at the airship before she kept going, tossing a blue materia up and down as she drove. She lightly kicked the side of the bike, watching a compartment open up, and she placed the materia inside with a few others before it closed on its own, and she scrolled down in her cell phone, choosing another song to listen to.
A blonde man slipped out of the airship with a dark haired man following behind, and he sighed. "Do yer' own thing. I'm sick of seein' yer face." He grunted out to the girl on top of the airship as he lit a cigarette, and he began to smoke as he wandered off. He glanced over his shoulder at Vincent, giving him a short wave as he kept walking, placing his brown jacket around his waist. He flicked the ashes from his cigarette off to the side, and he blew out a bit of smoke, fixing his goggles. Cid was hoping his newest airship Sierra would be alright alone...even if Yuffie had stayed behind, his ship's safety wasn't guaranteed. "Ah, Vincent'll handle it...." Cid said to himself, but his words weren't filled with confidence.
Yuffie sat on top of the ship, polishing her shuriken. She was upset that she'd just got left behind, but she blinked, glancing down at Vincent. "Hey Vincent! Where ya going?" She asked, calling out to him. She didn't get an answer, not that she was expecting one, and she groaned as she heard him tell her to stay on the ship. "Sexist! I never get to do anything! Cloud's going to hear about this when he gets here!" Yuffie shouted at his back, not getting a response.
Vincent had gone to look for a medical supplies. It was nothing personal, but he just wasn't in the mood to talk to Yuffie, and he could easily see why Cid had chosen to leave. He ran his hand through his hair, and he looked around, frowning at all of the shops and people around. His black hair fell into his face, and he went into one of the shops, searching for bandages, completely ignoring the sales clerk that tried to assist him in finding what he was looking for.
At the Healin lodge, in a small back room, a young man sat in a corner of the room, chained up to the wall behind him. Bright, orange eyes scanned the room he was in, and he opened his mouth to say something, only to close it as he heard voices outside of the door. For the past two weeks, after being removed out of a mako tainted, water filled capsule, he'd been subjected to seeing a loud mouthed, red head and a bald man walk in and out of the room, contemplating about what they should do with him. His fingers lightly tapped on his arms as he mimicked the footsteps that walked past the door at a restless pace.
From a distance, he could be seen as a blood thirsty or caged up animal that was ready to snap due to the lack of activity. His fingers stopped, tightly clenching his wrapped up arm as his geostigma began to bother him. "Sephiroth....Jenova.." He hoarsely whispered before he fell silent again, staring at a small mouse that was scurrying across the floor. The young man moved forward to go to the mouse, glancing back at the bolted chains that were rattling, reminding him that he was restricted from going very far.
He glanced towards the window that was in the corner of the room, listening to a soft tap at the window. He ran his tongue over his fangs, hissing softly as the noise out in the other room grew louder with the voices. He rocked back and forth to keep himself calm as he waited for the red headed turk to walk into the room and ask him the daily questions about who he was, and why he didn't talk. He always timed when he came in everyday, and it seemed that now the boy was quite late.
Two silver haired boys sat on their bikes, looking around as they stopped near the cliff where the Buster Sword was sitting into the ground. "Big brother isn't anywhere to be found. This is quite upsetting. Loz?" One of them asked asked tilting his head to the side as his silver hair spilled over his shoulders. Loz looked as though he was going to cry, and his brother lightly rolled his eyes, and he gave the other a pat on the back. Loz sucked it up, and he looked around. "Should we find Kadaj?" Loz asked. "He'd call if he wanted us around." Yazoo said leaning back, relaxing.
The girl from earlier had taken her time getting to the Healin Lodge, sitting next to her bike, raising an eye brow as she looked at Reno standing outside. She snickered, and she adjusted her tank top and hoodie, placing her glasses on top of her head. Her head moved with the music as did her hips, and she bent down, fixing her belted boots and the thigh high, blue and black sock on her left leg. The other was properly covered, and she ran a hand through her spiked hair as she just leaned against her bike, not bothering to go up to the door.
