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28 August 2006 @ 12:10 am
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ss_essess on September 1st, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC)
Rufus pt. 3
The Writing Sample.

Disclaimer: I usually write a strange Rufus. My Rufus uses the following excuse: "Geostigma! Is the reason!" But actually, I've written Rufus this way for a long time...so it's all my fault. Apologies in advance (but he can be quite fun, so please don't be too hard on him!).


The curtain had the nerve to let in a beam of light, aimed directly at his exposed left temple and eye. A hand shot up and chopped it into four equal bits, the thumb pressing hard against the edge of his eyebrow. Sunlight gave him a headache, sometimes. Or, in this case, made a headache worse.

"Headache." Rufus complained. He took in a deep breath, prepared to expel it in one long sigh, but he lost interest. Instead, he turned his attention to Dark Nation, the cat's head in his lap. Rufus thought he made a pretty black shape against the white of his slacks.

His lips curved only slightly; his hand forgot the light and came down to stroke Dark Nation's fur. "You're lucky. You get to lie around and have someone pet you all day. What do I get? Headaches and sunbeams. Meetings that last for hours. Reeve's constant addenda to the Plan." Now, Rufus sighed. "Headaches." He repeated.

Rufus' smile slipped, lips smoothing back down into the usual line. Dark Nation felt his master's body tense. He moved away from Rufus' lap and over to his bed, tucked into the corner of the modest apartment.

Rufus stood up, his arms swinging down at his sides, his shoulders and back straight. He thought of his father (a strong man is upright) and he thought of himself. He thought of the people of Midgar, who didn't trust him (and why should they?).

"Who am I, really?" He asked himself out loud, feeling like a boy again, feeling like every cliché he'd ever heard. His father's voice bumped up against the insides of his skull: (stand up straight, son, you're a Shinra!).

He thought of that damn wheelchair he used to sit in. It was a symbol. It was an enabler for the not-really-disabled. It was a ruse and a sham and part of the Plan. It was a tool, and it put everything in focus.

Rufus' shoulders dropped but his smile returned. He had no idea anymore, or maybe he did. He had Reeve. He had Tseng, and Reno, and Rude. He had aspirin.

"Headache," he murmured again, taking his first step toward the bathroom.
sisyphean on September 1st, 2006 04:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Rufus pt. 3
Approved! I like your Rufus. :D Please make a journal and reply here with it so that the various character lists can be updated.
prez_blondie on September 1st, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Rufus pt. 3
Thanks! This is Brit, right?
sisyphean on September 10th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)
Re: Rufus pt. 3
Sorry about the late reply :O Yep, it's she.