Post by Madelyn Wrynn on May 14, 2020 11:13:48 GMT
The sector 7 slums were not a place that Madelyn frequented, hardly ever heading unless absolutely necessary. So this trip into the slums on a day off was out of character for the SOLDIER. The reason she disliked going into the slums was not because she felt she was above anyone there; but because seeing all the people there suffering saddened her, made her question what she could even do to help. It added to all the questions of if she was doing the right thing as a member of SOLDIER, or if she should leave and make her life doing something else. Questions that had started when her father confided in her on his deathbed eleven years ago to the day. She had gotten pretty good at pretending everything was okay in her world, while her doubts and inner conflict tore her apart from the inside. But it sometimes got so hard to pretend.
She was about to around and head back home, when she felt someone roughly grab her shoulder and pull her around. It was an older man, who if Madelyn hadn't been too caught up in her own mind shouldn't be able to manhandle her so easily. Coming to her sense a little she took notice of the stuff that he was spewing at her about how Shin-ra was evil and how she was just a puppet to their schemes. Really, it was something she was used to hearing. She had been hearing it for years. She should be able to shut it out, not let it get to her like she usually did. But not today apparently. She was about ready to speak up, when she found herself at a complete loss for words.
Mov tried to not pay attention. He tried to avert his eyes and look at something else. He really didn't like to get involved in other people's business...but his body just moved on it's own. He didn't know why it moved, maybe cause he didn't like seeing ladies get hassled and manhandled, maybe it was because he was bored, but it moved. He stepped forward from the wall he had been leaning on and walked towards the man. When he reached his back, he put out a hand and gripped the older man by one of his shoulders, turning him around and facing him. "Listen man, I like to judge Shin-ra just as much as the rest of us, but this is going a bit far don't cha' think? Didn't your mom ever tell you how to act like a gentleman? Leave the lady alone." Mov said with a disapproving tone. The man opened his mouth to say something, but Mov gripped his shoulder tighter, tight enough to cause a painful twinge. The man clapped his mouth shut and looked Mov up and down, his eyes pausing on the bulge in Mov's waistband where he held his gun. He looked Mov in his eyes for a quick second, and then hastily shuffled away. Mov looked at Madelyn. "Listen uhh, you really should be more careful down here. I've seen people in Shin-ra get jumped down here plenty of times, your lucky it was just an crazy old guy." Mov stood there for an awkward moment, a little flustered, though he didn't know why. "What the hell is the matter with me today?" He thought to himself. OOC: First interaction with you Madelyn Wrynn ! Let's make a good thread~
Last Edit: May 14, 2020 14:08:33 GMT by Mov Atomos
It was late in the afternoon by the time Leonhardt stepped through the double doors of the Seventh Heaven. With a freshly replaced water filter, his shower had all but lost that rotten egg smell that was omnipresent in the slums. Naturally, Leonhardt felt an obligation to return the kindness. After resting his longword against the wall by the door, he dropped a gil into the old jukebox to bring the the machine to life. There was no need to look at the option. With the push of a button the dulcet strums of a guitar began to play, perfectly capturing the feel of Costa del Sol. With the mood music set, Leonhardt began to prepare the bar by taking the stools off the counter and giving the surface a nice cleaning.
There was a sense of peace that came to Leonhardt as he ran a clean rag across the old wooden counter, making a mental note to sand the surface to prevent any splinters. That peace was disrupted, however, when the muffled sounds of yelling we’re heard over the jukebox. While he was unable to make out then words used, he could tell that someone was vehemently pissed. It was short lived however, as the yelling soon subsided. Maybe he’d get a customer soon.
“Hmph.”
Leonhardt was funny when he wished to be. A shame that nobody was around to share that joke with.