Post by Ryu-star! on Nov 7, 2009 21:24:01 GMT -5
Username
Ryu. Ryu-chan. Or Ryu-star. It varies.
Current Canons
Yuna & Yuffie.
Canon you're auditioning for
Tifa.
Media Canon is from
A whole whackload of VII games, KHII.
Is the current canon taken?
Yeah, but sadly, Miss Iris is taking an extended LOA.
Ryu. Ryu-chan. Or Ryu-star. It varies.
Current Canons
Yuna & Yuffie.
Canon you're auditioning for
Tifa.
Media Canon is from
A whole whackload of VII games, KHII.
Is the current canon taken?
Yeah, but sadly, Miss Iris is taking an extended LOA.
Oh, just so you know, Aki said I could post this, even though I have that challenge open still. xD.[/size]
Just a quick thing to note. While I realize that this is an incredibly douche-y thing to do, and that I must seem like a total ass for doing so, I've been given permission to audition for Tifa. I've also been encouraged by multiple people to do so. So I'd like to ask that whoever's reading this realize that I'm not just doing it to be unfair. With that said, we begin.
I'd also like to point out, before I start, that I'm trying a different take on Tifa. Aiming a bit more for that sadness that wasn't shown so much in the games, but something that was there. Think Advent Children, when she was waiting for Cloud. It's a risk, but I'm hoping it pays off. I'd also like to point out that this is a bit AU. It takes place before Cloud comes back, or whatever. Anyway, here we go.Audition Post
A sigh.
The sound of a door locking, metal grating against metal in a terribly unpleasant screech.
Footsteps, muffled by the multiple layers of snow beneath her feet.
Eyes, brimming with sadness, gazing downwards at an incredibly worn photo clasped in her hands. It was an old photo, taken years prior. A picture of her, standing arm and arm with him. As usual, he was looking cold and aloof, as if he couldn't care less what was going on. "Cloud..." Folding up the photo once more and pulling her collar higher, so as to protect her face from the harsh winds swirling about her, Tifa walked.
She had nowhere specific to go, as she had no desire to face Marlene in this condition, and there was no Committee activities to keep her occupied. She just felt that she needed to walk. To be doing... something to keep herself from thinking too much about him. The light within her heart. Of course, things had been getting a bit easier recently. At least she had the bar to keep her occupied during the day. While she was working, she was able to forget her troubles for at least a little while. And for that, she was grateful.
But it was times like these, where all was silent, and she had nothing to distract her that she despised. Times like these, where she had no choice but to remember piercing blue eyes, hair spiked in an almost unnatural fashion towards the sky. Where she couldn't help but remember those times that she had tried to remind him that he really didn't need to angst so much. If he did, his face might just get stuck that way. A dry chuckle spilling forth as she realized how stupid she was being, Tifa sat down on a nearby bench, pushing her hair out of her eyes and staring down at her feet.
"What's wrong with me?" She asked herself, chuckling once more. It was a very good question. What was wrong with her? Why was she dwelling on someone who was gone, and had been, for quite a while? She should have gotten over it by now, what with all the things that had been keeping her occupied. Before she could dwell on it anymore, however, a dull buzzing from her pocket caught her attention. Wondering who on earth would be calling her at this hour, she pulled out her phone -- which she really only carried around these days so that Marlene could contact her if she had to -- and stared at the display, attempting to read the writing in the dim light.Incoming Call - Cloud.
She stared blankly at the screen for half a moment, not believing what she was seeing. How was it possible? He was gone... she'd seen him disappear! Hesitating for a moment longer, she flipped the phone open and put it slowly to her ear, afraid that it might turn out to be some telemarketer or something, just wanting to screw with her. But no... there he was. That was certainly his voice. A voice that she hadn't heart in several months now. A voice that she never wanted to have to go without again. She held onto that phone like it was a lifeline, refusing to let this one sign, the one thing that connected her to the person she cared most about, free."Tifa. Run." Click.
Once again, she stared blankly at the phone, feeling rage rise up within her. That was it? Run? What the hell? She'd been waiting who freaking knows how long for some sign that he was alive, and all she got was a two word phone call? She got to her feet then, instinctively pulling a pair of leather gloves from her pocket, slipping them onto her hands and looking around for something... anything, really, for her to punch.
Realizing with a pang of disappointment that there was nothing in the vicinity to punch -- save for the bench she had been sitting on, of course, which she really didn't feel like breaking -- she chose to just lash out at the air. See if it could help her calm down a little. So she punched.
And her hand made contact with steel.
A surge of feathers and a steely gaze was all the warning she had. Eyes widening in recognition, she threw herself backwards just in time, a thin blade sweeping through the air where she had been a moment before. Debating her decision for a moment, she threw herself at the one-winged 'angel'. The one man who might have answers for her.
Answers she was determined to get.