Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2135507-20130613052003

Terry sat on a fire escape looking directly at the tailor shop that forced him on the path he was on. The tailor shop was not longer a portal to a pocket dimension anymore, it was simply an empty store. It evens seemed the shop that was there prior to the portal left not trace, even the small lab that inhabited the basement. It was nothing now.

The Jenova boy had just lost his mother and Team CULT was away doing something, so he was all by himself. He liked to come to the plaza and sit and stare at the tailor shop to think. He has simply nothing to do since the Illuminate no longer approached him for errands. His only true friends, Team CULT, left sometimes to do jobs, so this habit had spawned from simply loneliness.

Terry stood up to practice his singing. He belted out ballad after ballad for while, hoping to strengthen his voice. He has just ended a Song of Rain, which had caused a small rain shower, when he heard a noise.

Terry instinctively ducked out of site. He knew some leftover forces of Unit 731 still came here from time to time, and Terry had become reckless about it. He lifted his hood and collar to avoid recognition, when he stopped and saw who was approaching the Tailor shop.

It was a girl, about his age by the look of it, in a red dress and yellow hair clip. In her right hand were a pair of scissors... 