Post by thearcguardian on Nov 29, 2015 17:44:28 GMT -5
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"So how did this all end up happening?" Cid wondered to himself as he made his way around the abandoned half constructed and decomposing hallways. Alone in the dark. He thought to himself only a few short hours before hand to arriving on Strawberry Hill. He had arrived in hopes of recruiting new members to his crew. Only to hear that a horrible fate had fallen upon most of the orphans that once lived in this place many a year ago. A tale of children forced to live under the rule of a horrible guardian, only to die in a fire. The idea alone sent chills down his spine, as he never liked the idea of orphanages. They usually were not much better then living on the street, except for a decent supply of food and something to (mostly) hide from the rain. In return they worked twice as hard as they would surviving alone on the streets. This at least, was his experience with orphanages. His long look in his face quickly turned into a pseudo determination, requesting directions. Receiving them at last after the people at the local bar realized they couldn't scare him away, damn tourists.
So after a long walk, he finally arrived upon the orphanage. It was exactly what one would expect when hearing the words, "run down, decrepit, or haunted." The front of the building was a nasty mossy greenish blue. Most likely from ages of damage to the wood. The sign on the front with the words; "New Strawberry Hill Orph-". The letters cut from the sign as if it was incomplete. Clearly, the builders were long spooked away before the completion. Cid however, didn't have any reason to fear this place. It was just a sad example of when people who aren't true parents try to be caretakers. He felt his heart mourn, looking about he'd gather some flowers from a nearby small field. Forming a small bouquet, he'd return and place it upon the porch of the building. Offering a small prayer to the souls as he turned to leave.
However, a gust of wind would come from behind, opening the door behind him and with a whipser on the wind, he heard the words, "help" echo in his mind. He turned back towards the building, staring at it for a moment and much like staring into the abyss, he felt it stare back. He summoned his courage and turned back towards the building, another wave of determination washing over the young boy as he walked up onto the porch and entered, beginning his venture through the hallways before him. Fear pushed below by the drive to help whoever was in this place. Ghost or not, he knew a child's voice when he heard it and like hell he wouldn't help a child in need. So, after coming to this understanding in his own mind. He regained his focus and continued to strive forward. Certain he'd soon find something or someone to explain what exactly he needed to do.