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Bring Me the Disco King	[Jun. 26th, 2008\|06:04 pm]Blue Suits
[Tags\|david bowie, reno]The streets above the plate were clean, quiet, and slick with rain. The tall, lanky redhead didn’t want that, however. He wanted the riot of color and noise the slums afforded.( moar...Collapse )
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Hojo	[Mar. 29th, 2008\|10:03 pm]Blue Suits
From "angel in white", email in CCHave you seen a guy wearing a white coat and glasses, with dark hair in a ponytail? That's Hojo, head of the Science Department. He rose to the top when he established the method of using Jenova cells to create SOLDIER operatives. It was more than 20 years ago that scientists vying for the top spot apparently had a mudslinging feud. Hojo is in the training room now. I wonder what he could be studying...
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Hojo

[Mar. 29th, 2008|10:03 pm]Blue Suits

From "angel in white", email in CCHave you seen a guy wearing a white coat and glasses, with dark hair in a ponytail? That's Hojo, head of the Science Department. He rose to the top when he established the method of using Jenova cells to create SOLDIER operatives. It was more than 20 years ago that scientists vying for the top spot apparently had a mudslinging feud. Hojo is in the training room now. I wonder what he could be studying...

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Personnel Announcement 0012	[Mar. 29th, 2008\|08:25 pm]Blue Suits
(From Crisis Core)Official Personnel AnnouncementEffective today, Rufus Shinra has been appointed to Vice President and Corporate Officer.Additionally, Rufus Shinra has departed on a long-term business trip, the details of which cannot be disclosed for security reasons.
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LOL	[Oct. 24th, 2007\|02:43 pm]Blue Suits
[Tags\|lulz]Headline in google top news today: "Turk security body urges economic steps over rebels"Drabble prompt, anyone? 8D
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Dumbass or genius?	[Sep. 28th, 2007\|12:22 am]Blue Suits
"Shit shit shit shi~" cried the flying red streak, as it flew through the hallways of the Turk section of ShinRa building. It passed the security desk, which, even if it had had security guards, would not have been a deterrent for the flame-haired (it had to be a dye job) Turk. Less speedily, but certainly as determined, a dark-haired figure followed behind, a gun trained carefully on the flying Turk. "Dammit, Reno, hold still," the man said, only the ghost of a Wutanese accent in his clipped, annoyed syllables. "I can't hit you if you're moving so fast." Reno squealed. "That's the point, man!" He dodged around a corner, then peered around, only to dodge back, barely missing being clipped by a bullet. "It was a joke, a joke!" He sounded quite desperate to get his point across. Unfortunately, so did Tseng, who kept his gun trained on the spot where Reno should appear, if he were truly dumb enough to look around again. "Yes, well, not too many people get, much less understand, your jokes, Reno, and this one went too far. Now, come on out, this will only sting a little. And then we'll have Hojo patch you back up." There was a tiny, smug chuckle in the sound of his voice. He didn't want to shoot Reno, exactly, though he did think it might be a little bit of fun to hear the stick-thin Turk squeal like a stuck pig. And Tseng was sure he would. He'd have to make sure he snagged the video of it, just so he could show Rufus later. "Naw, man, naw, I'm not comin out. You'll have to send Rude in. Yeah, send Rude in!" Reno was thinking fast, thinking Rude might somehow be able to help him wriggle out of this. But the reality was, Reno was in for it this time. And he was going to pay. And in the end, he knew it, knew it as he stepped around the corner to accept his fate and his punishment...
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Dumbass or genius?

[Sep. 28th, 2007|12:22 am]Blue Suits

"Shit shit shit shi~" cried the flying red streak, as it flew through the hallways of the Turk section of ShinRa building. It passed the security desk, which, even if it had had security guards, would not have been a deterrent for the flame-haired (it had to be a dye job) Turk. Less speedily, but certainly as determined, a dark-haired figure followed behind, a gun trained carefully on the flying Turk. "Dammit, Reno, hold still," the man said, only the ghost of a Wutanese accent in his clipped, annoyed syllables. "I can't hit you if you're moving so fast." Reno squealed. "That's the point, man!" He dodged around a corner, then peered around, only to dodge back, barely missing being clipped by a bullet. "It was a joke, a joke!" He sounded quite desperate to get his point across. Unfortunately, so did Tseng, who kept his gun trained on the spot where Reno should appear, if he were truly dumb enough to look around again. "Yes, well, not too many people get, much less understand, your jokes, Reno, and this one went too far. Now, come on out, this will only sting a little. And then we'll have Hojo patch you back up." There was a tiny, smug chuckle in the sound of his voice. He didn't want to shoot Reno, exactly, though he did think it might be a little bit of fun to hear the stick-thin Turk squeal like a stuck pig. And Tseng was sure he would. He'd have to make sure he snagged the video of it, just so he could show Rufus later. "Naw, man, naw, I'm not comin out. You'll have to send Rude in. Yeah, send Rude in!" Reno was thinking fast, thinking Rude might somehow be able to help him wriggle out of this. But the reality was, Reno was in for it this time. And he was going to pay. And in the end, he knew it, knew it as he stepped around the corner to accept his fate and his punishment...

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(no subject)	[Sep. 18th, 2007\|09:24 pm]Blue Suits
Why was it always the sound of typing late at night? Tick tick tack, over and over. Why couldn't people just sleep normal hours, instead of driving him insane and sleeping way too late into the day. He couldn't just tell the typist to be quiet, either.No one tells the President of Shinra to be quiet.And so Tseng simply rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head, a grumble escaping as he did so. He couldn't help it.And the typing stopped.The typist sighed.And spoke. "I'm so sorry if I'm disturbing your sleep..." the voice said, soft with a hint of sarcasm and steel. Another sigh.Tseng sat up. "No, Rufus, I'm sorry, I just can't sleep with... any noise. Which is just... difficult, considering it is Midgar, the city the never sleeps. Maybe if we ran a fan, I could drown it out with white noise." He tried his best to sound apologetic; he'd already had one fight with his boss and significant other, he was not going to instigate another. Rufus seemed so much more on edge lately, and the only way to get to the bottom of it was the be sure he was placated when he seemed about to be riled up.Rufus sighed again, this sounding like he really did feel a bit sorry for his snappishness. There was the rustling of fabric as Rufus rose from his chair, leaving the desk behind, his shadow filling most of the doorway. He pinched the bridge of his nose."Nevermind," the young blond man said, "I should just get some sleep, otherwise neither of us will be happy, regardless of what gets done tonight." He shed his clothes on the way to the bed, uncharacteristic of him in a way that let Tseng know he truly was tired, and not just irritated for no reason.The lights in the front room went out almost the moment Rufus' knee touched the bed, and so it was Tseng's hands that guided Rufus into the sheets, and Tseng's hands that bundled the blanket up to Rufus' chin, more brotherly than anything else. A tired Rufus was never one much up for nighttime activities, and it only served to stir what Rufus, on good days, teasingly called Tseng's "motherly instincts".The two fell asleep, snuggled against each other, another sign. Rufus was hot and cold these days, and it confused Tseng to no end. But the night was getting late, and Tseng couldn't resist the warmth of the blankets and Rufus' body against him, and soon he drifted off to sleep.
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[Sep. 18th, 2007|09:24 pm]Blue Suits

Why was it always the sound of typing late at night? Tick tick tack, over and over. Why couldn't people just sleep normal hours, instead of driving him insane and sleeping way too late into the day. He couldn't just tell the typist to be quiet, either.No one tells the President of Shinra to be quiet.And so Tseng simply rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head, a grumble escaping as he did so. He couldn't help it.And the typing stopped.The typist sighed.And spoke. "I'm so sorry if I'm disturbing your sleep..." the voice said, soft with a hint of sarcasm and steel. Another sigh.Tseng sat up. "No, Rufus, I'm sorry, I just can't sleep with... any noise. Which is just... difficult, considering it is Midgar, the city the never sleeps. Maybe if we ran a fan, I could drown it out with white noise." He tried his best to sound apologetic; he'd already had one fight with his boss and significant other, he was not going to instigate another. Rufus seemed so much more on edge lately, and the only way to get to the bottom of it was the be sure he was placated when he seemed about to be riled up.Rufus sighed again, this sounding like he really did feel a bit sorry for his snappishness. There was the rustling of fabric as Rufus rose from his chair, leaving the desk behind, his shadow filling most of the doorway. He pinched the bridge of his nose."Nevermind," the young blond man said, "I should just get some sleep, otherwise neither of us will be happy, regardless of what gets done tonight." He shed his clothes on the way to the bed, uncharacteristic of him in a way that let Tseng know he truly was tired, and not just irritated for no reason.The lights in the front room went out almost the moment Rufus' knee touched the bed, and so it was Tseng's hands that guided Rufus into the sheets, and Tseng's hands that bundled the blanket up to Rufus' chin, more brotherly than anything else. A tired Rufus was never one much up for nighttime activities, and it only served to stir what Rufus, on good days, teasingly called Tseng's "motherly instincts".The two fell asleep, snuggled against each other, another sign. Rufus was hot and cold these days, and it confused Tseng to no end. But the night was getting late, and Tseng couldn't resist the warmth of the blankets and Rufus' body against him, and soon he drifted off to sleep.

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pickles and ice cream	[Apr. 29th, 2007\|09:01 pm]Blue Suits
Title: Pickles and Ice CreamCharacters: Elena and RudeSummary: Quick drabble as a set-up for a larger fic. Elena is pregnant, and surprises Rude with the news. A little cliche, but it's only set-up.Rating: PG.
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reno's comic	[Apr. 27th, 2007\|01:27 am]Blue Suits
[Current Mood \|giggly]The exact reason why a bored Reno should not have access to MS Paint, or anything like it.
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WIP: Tension pt 1	[Apr. 27th, 2007\|01:23 am]Blue Suits
[Tags\|rufus, tension, tseng, wip]I'm splitting the latter part from this, for now, until I write myself up to it. For now, here's the "first" part, in progress.
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