Post by Tala Ra on Sept 7, 2011 2:59:52 GMT -5
[This is part one to my series I had started on a long time ago on Quizilla, and I am recreating it to be with better grammer and the such, to fit in with my current writing style. And no, I didn't make it intending to follow the FFVII storyline since FFVII was the only game out at the point with little shown otherwise~
Disclaimer: None of the FFVII characters are mine sadly, but Izumi and others do belong to me!]
Main character info
Name: Izumi Ra
Age: Unknown, appearance about 18, 19 years of age
Appearance: Typical clothing following the Gothic style, Dark clothing usually including tight black t-shirts, black jeans and combat boots. Uses contact lenses because of the irritance of glasses. Slightly muscled with showing of martial arts, lithe and thin but not gaunt, not anorexic. Long hair reaching to waist, crimson hair and one bright green, near glowing eye, the other a near glowing purple.
Extras: Seen often with earbuds in ears, seeming to not be paying attention in class but always able to come up with the right answer, eyes showing intelligence even when teachers flunk her out of class. Hidden potential beyond even what most can tell, the story of her future unfolds...
The setting is a simple high school classroom, many children laughing and playing about, causing trouble for the teacher as it always happened. Throwing things, spit balls, you get the general idea. The teacher cleared his throat, moving blond hair behind his ear and adjusted his glasses, looking over the classroom and making his voice loud enough for all to hear.
“Class, we have a new student. Treat her with respect and-” A slight muffled sound slipped out as an airplane managed to hit him behind his glasses, an irritated look from the teacher, laughter resounding through the classroom. Rubbing his eye, he looked to the new student and sighed rather heavily, pointing to the side and shaking his head.
“Go ahead and sit over next to Cloud, Izumi... He should not cause you any harm.” He smiled reassuringly to the faintly wary girl, though she looked up and smiled back, the teacher blinking a little at the glimpse of her unique eyes. Dropping her head, she moved over to the desk and batted some airplanes that coasted her way away from her, setting her bag gently on the ground. Reaching in and pulling out her iPod, she poked through a couple of songs, the male next to her anxious to introduce himself. When he had made enough noise, the girl blinked a little and glanced over to him, eyes shying away from looking to his own to not get the same reaction from the teacher. The boy puffed out his chest a little, offering his hand to the girl and grinned warmly, quite the friendly face among the group of invalids.
“The name's Cloud Strife! What's yours? And don't worry, you'll get used to this bunch...” He waved his hand dismissively towards the group of students who playfully booed at him, tossing some crumpled up balls of paper at him and making him laugh a bit. The girl watched him for a moment and smiled a little, reaching forward and taking his hand, shaking it lightly.
“Izumi Ra... And I hope I do, it'd be much lonelier if I didn't...” She was still nervous around the group, she hadn't ever liked large groups. That would have to change, yes, but large groups usually just meant trouble. She pulled her hand back after a friendly squeeze from Cloud's hand, though paused as he grabbed her wrist again, turning it slightly and staring at red lines marring the flesh at her wrist.
“What's this...?” A quiet murmur from him, and she paled, jerking her hand back and fumbling with her iPod.
“Izumi?” His eyes met her shielded ones, hidden behind her hair, though his gaze was a worried one, not one of pity. Still, not him... He couldn't be the one to share it with... Something about him just screamed worry wart, she didn't want another fussing over her like he did a while ago. Shaking her head at another concerned murmur, she shoved the ear buds into her ears, shoulders lowering slowly at the heavy beat of a favorite song. Scars, by Papa Roach.
'So similar to my life... It isn't fair.' Izumi quietly thought to herself, eyes closed and fighting off the urge to tell Cloud everything, spill her soul to him for a touch of comfort. She built up that wall she was so used to having up, and her eyes opened, looking over the classroom and blinked as the students were starting to stand up, filing to the classroom door to leave for the day. She had come in so late, she forgot that it was towards the end of the day... She glanced over to Cloud and blinked as she saw him watching her closely, making her shoulders slump a little in defeat.
“Alright, what...” A near growl to her tone of irritance, though not wanting to let down her defenses more like, not truly angry at him. She just didn't want to be hurt, not again.
“Um... Listen, I wanna be friends with you, maybe I can show you around the village? I am with ShinRa you know, I know a lot of places~!” Izumi bristled instantly at the mention of ShinRa, eyes glaring in cautiousness at him. Cloud's smile faded a little as he saw the glare, biting his lower lip once before shaking his head.
“It's not what you think, they're here to help make everyone's lives comfortable!”
“Sure...” A small mutter, she turned quickly and threw her bag over her shoulder, swiftly moving out of the rows of desks before darting out the door, Cloud in quick pursuit.
'No wonder I felt I couldn't trust him... He's with ShinRa...' A hasty thought to herself, she blinked sharply and looked back, Cloud gripping her wrist with a near desperation in his eyes with such a level of concern.
“Please wait, Izumi, I just want to talk!” No one seemed to notice, they were too busy getting out of the building to even hear Cloud, and the girl just shook her head, tugging once and freeing her arm in a simple movement that left Cloud breathless, wondering mutely how she could get out of a firm hold like that so easily.
She ran most of the way towards her home, chest heaving by the time she had gotten to her street. Though another scent caught her nose, the scent of fire was suddenly noticed, her iPod turned off and headphones put away quickly. Looking around to find the source, Izumi blinked at a large fire off in the distance, running to see the damage it had caused. It took her another couple of streets over before she saw the towering inferno, the firefighters having a hard time putting it out.
“A child, trapped on the second floor!” A firefighter cried out, pointing to a darting figure from the second story window, the others shaking their heads.
“We can't go in, it's getting too hot in there!” Another yelled back through the mask he used, Izumi's eyes looking ahead to the second story window. Gritting her teeth slightly before bolting forward, too fast for the others to catch her, voices calling out for her to stop disappearing at the roaring of flames on the inside of the house. Keeping low to the ground, she crept quickly through the smoke and darkness of what appeared to be the living room, finding her vision start to go with the intensity of the flames and the light engulfing smoke. Relying on the thought of her own house being the same layout, she quickly found the stairs and ran up the stairs, eyes closed and focused on the layout in her mind. Her eyes opened at the doorway where the child was seen through the window of the room, steeling herself and forcing her body against the door, entering in through the locked way. Her eyes looked quickly around and took in a breath of clean air, feeling sick. Izumi quickly saw the child hiding in the corner of the bare room, and she moved over to him, touching his shoulder and jarring him into focus. He was fighting terror, she could easily see it in his eyes.
“It's alright, I'm here to help... Come on, we have to get out of here...” She wrapped him in a blanket she found nearby, wrapping the child in the blanket he had curled himself in, making sure his mouth was covered to prevent more smoke inhalation, looking to the entryway where she was. Seeing a support beam fail and crash down, the house creaked dangerously as the fires within breathed.
“Well, that way is blocked...” A small mutter, Izumi backed slowly to the window, coughing a bit hard and covering her mouth, the room spinning after a couple more harsh coughs, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, a faint pool of blood seen on her hand. The child in her arms gasped a little and whimper a little bit, looking from the fire to the window. Izumi coughed a little to clear her throat, the boy looking up to her with a teary gaze.
“Miss...?”
“It's Izumi... And just hold onto me, we're going to go through the window..”
“What?!” The boy cried out, startled, clinging tight to the redhead as she bolted to the window as the floor crumbled beneath the both of them, head bowed over the child before plowing through the window, shattering the glass and leaping out the second story window. Her eyes opened a little to gauge her landing, feet hitting the ground a bit hard and rolling to absorb most of the impact. Panting hard as she slowly loosened her hold on the child, Izumi breathed shakily and handed him over to a firefighter that quickly took him to a medical vehicle, another pretty much carrying her to the ambulance with weak resistance. Izumi stiffened as a mask was placed over her head, the strap holding the plastic piece to her mouth and nose, though relaxed as pure oxygen flowed through the mask, easing her burning throat and calming her lungs.
She opened her eyes after she felt the mask pulled away, blinking away a little fatigue from showing as the kid hopped over to her, smiling happily.
“You're okay, Izumi! I'm so happy~ My name's Chento by the way!” He grinned to Izumi, and she couldn't stop a small bit of laughter, hugging the little boy in her arms, close against her.
“Thank you Chento, for worrying about me... But I am fine, breathing was just acting up a little...” She smiled reassuringly to him, though blinked as she saw a group of four walking towards them, stiffening a little and hugging the child to her protectively.
'What is... ShinRa doing here...?' She thought to herself, seeing the President along with three escorts. She wondered why they were there, and braced herself, watching cautiously over the four approaching.
Disclaimer: None of the FFVII characters are mine sadly, but Izumi and others do belong to me!]
Main character info
Name: Izumi Ra
Age: Unknown, appearance about 18, 19 years of age
Appearance: Typical clothing following the Gothic style, Dark clothing usually including tight black t-shirts, black jeans and combat boots. Uses contact lenses because of the irritance of glasses. Slightly muscled with showing of martial arts, lithe and thin but not gaunt, not anorexic. Long hair reaching to waist, crimson hair and one bright green, near glowing eye, the other a near glowing purple.
Extras: Seen often with earbuds in ears, seeming to not be paying attention in class but always able to come up with the right answer, eyes showing intelligence even when teachers flunk her out of class. Hidden potential beyond even what most can tell, the story of her future unfolds...
The setting is a simple high school classroom, many children laughing and playing about, causing trouble for the teacher as it always happened. Throwing things, spit balls, you get the general idea. The teacher cleared his throat, moving blond hair behind his ear and adjusted his glasses, looking over the classroom and making his voice loud enough for all to hear.
“Class, we have a new student. Treat her with respect and-” A slight muffled sound slipped out as an airplane managed to hit him behind his glasses, an irritated look from the teacher, laughter resounding through the classroom. Rubbing his eye, he looked to the new student and sighed rather heavily, pointing to the side and shaking his head.
“Go ahead and sit over next to Cloud, Izumi... He should not cause you any harm.” He smiled reassuringly to the faintly wary girl, though she looked up and smiled back, the teacher blinking a little at the glimpse of her unique eyes. Dropping her head, she moved over to the desk and batted some airplanes that coasted her way away from her, setting her bag gently on the ground. Reaching in and pulling out her iPod, she poked through a couple of songs, the male next to her anxious to introduce himself. When he had made enough noise, the girl blinked a little and glanced over to him, eyes shying away from looking to his own to not get the same reaction from the teacher. The boy puffed out his chest a little, offering his hand to the girl and grinned warmly, quite the friendly face among the group of invalids.
“The name's Cloud Strife! What's yours? And don't worry, you'll get used to this bunch...” He waved his hand dismissively towards the group of students who playfully booed at him, tossing some crumpled up balls of paper at him and making him laugh a bit. The girl watched him for a moment and smiled a little, reaching forward and taking his hand, shaking it lightly.
“Izumi Ra... And I hope I do, it'd be much lonelier if I didn't...” She was still nervous around the group, she hadn't ever liked large groups. That would have to change, yes, but large groups usually just meant trouble. She pulled her hand back after a friendly squeeze from Cloud's hand, though paused as he grabbed her wrist again, turning it slightly and staring at red lines marring the flesh at her wrist.
“What's this...?” A quiet murmur from him, and she paled, jerking her hand back and fumbling with her iPod.
“Izumi?” His eyes met her shielded ones, hidden behind her hair, though his gaze was a worried one, not one of pity. Still, not him... He couldn't be the one to share it with... Something about him just screamed worry wart, she didn't want another fussing over her like he did a while ago. Shaking her head at another concerned murmur, she shoved the ear buds into her ears, shoulders lowering slowly at the heavy beat of a favorite song. Scars, by Papa Roach.
'So similar to my life... It isn't fair.' Izumi quietly thought to herself, eyes closed and fighting off the urge to tell Cloud everything, spill her soul to him for a touch of comfort. She built up that wall she was so used to having up, and her eyes opened, looking over the classroom and blinked as the students were starting to stand up, filing to the classroom door to leave for the day. She had come in so late, she forgot that it was towards the end of the day... She glanced over to Cloud and blinked as she saw him watching her closely, making her shoulders slump a little in defeat.
“Alright, what...” A near growl to her tone of irritance, though not wanting to let down her defenses more like, not truly angry at him. She just didn't want to be hurt, not again.
“Um... Listen, I wanna be friends with you, maybe I can show you around the village? I am with ShinRa you know, I know a lot of places~!” Izumi bristled instantly at the mention of ShinRa, eyes glaring in cautiousness at him. Cloud's smile faded a little as he saw the glare, biting his lower lip once before shaking his head.
“It's not what you think, they're here to help make everyone's lives comfortable!”
“Sure...” A small mutter, she turned quickly and threw her bag over her shoulder, swiftly moving out of the rows of desks before darting out the door, Cloud in quick pursuit.
'No wonder I felt I couldn't trust him... He's with ShinRa...' A hasty thought to herself, she blinked sharply and looked back, Cloud gripping her wrist with a near desperation in his eyes with such a level of concern.
“Please wait, Izumi, I just want to talk!” No one seemed to notice, they were too busy getting out of the building to even hear Cloud, and the girl just shook her head, tugging once and freeing her arm in a simple movement that left Cloud breathless, wondering mutely how she could get out of a firm hold like that so easily.
She ran most of the way towards her home, chest heaving by the time she had gotten to her street. Though another scent caught her nose, the scent of fire was suddenly noticed, her iPod turned off and headphones put away quickly. Looking around to find the source, Izumi blinked at a large fire off in the distance, running to see the damage it had caused. It took her another couple of streets over before she saw the towering inferno, the firefighters having a hard time putting it out.
“A child, trapped on the second floor!” A firefighter cried out, pointing to a darting figure from the second story window, the others shaking their heads.
“We can't go in, it's getting too hot in there!” Another yelled back through the mask he used, Izumi's eyes looking ahead to the second story window. Gritting her teeth slightly before bolting forward, too fast for the others to catch her, voices calling out for her to stop disappearing at the roaring of flames on the inside of the house. Keeping low to the ground, she crept quickly through the smoke and darkness of what appeared to be the living room, finding her vision start to go with the intensity of the flames and the light engulfing smoke. Relying on the thought of her own house being the same layout, she quickly found the stairs and ran up the stairs, eyes closed and focused on the layout in her mind. Her eyes opened at the doorway where the child was seen through the window of the room, steeling herself and forcing her body against the door, entering in through the locked way. Her eyes looked quickly around and took in a breath of clean air, feeling sick. Izumi quickly saw the child hiding in the corner of the bare room, and she moved over to him, touching his shoulder and jarring him into focus. He was fighting terror, she could easily see it in his eyes.
“It's alright, I'm here to help... Come on, we have to get out of here...” She wrapped him in a blanket she found nearby, wrapping the child in the blanket he had curled himself in, making sure his mouth was covered to prevent more smoke inhalation, looking to the entryway where she was. Seeing a support beam fail and crash down, the house creaked dangerously as the fires within breathed.
“Well, that way is blocked...” A small mutter, Izumi backed slowly to the window, coughing a bit hard and covering her mouth, the room spinning after a couple more harsh coughs, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, a faint pool of blood seen on her hand. The child in her arms gasped a little and whimper a little bit, looking from the fire to the window. Izumi coughed a little to clear her throat, the boy looking up to her with a teary gaze.
“Miss...?”
“It's Izumi... And just hold onto me, we're going to go through the window..”
“What?!” The boy cried out, startled, clinging tight to the redhead as she bolted to the window as the floor crumbled beneath the both of them, head bowed over the child before plowing through the window, shattering the glass and leaping out the second story window. Her eyes opened a little to gauge her landing, feet hitting the ground a bit hard and rolling to absorb most of the impact. Panting hard as she slowly loosened her hold on the child, Izumi breathed shakily and handed him over to a firefighter that quickly took him to a medical vehicle, another pretty much carrying her to the ambulance with weak resistance. Izumi stiffened as a mask was placed over her head, the strap holding the plastic piece to her mouth and nose, though relaxed as pure oxygen flowed through the mask, easing her burning throat and calming her lungs.
She opened her eyes after she felt the mask pulled away, blinking away a little fatigue from showing as the kid hopped over to her, smiling happily.
“You're okay, Izumi! I'm so happy~ My name's Chento by the way!” He grinned to Izumi, and she couldn't stop a small bit of laughter, hugging the little boy in her arms, close against her.
“Thank you Chento, for worrying about me... But I am fine, breathing was just acting up a little...” She smiled reassuringly to him, though blinked as she saw a group of four walking towards them, stiffening a little and hugging the child to her protectively.
'What is... ShinRa doing here...?' She thought to herself, seeing the President along with three escorts. She wondered why they were there, and braced herself, watching cautiously over the four approaching.