[It should be little to no surprise that the door unlocks on its own, a soft click sounding in the mechanisms that keep it secure. A high rise like this is not without its fair share of integrated security, distinctly out of sight, but there should be little doubt in Alec’s mind that he’s passed at least five cameras in the long hall that leads directly to Rufus Shinra’s door.
There’s no one there to greet him at first. Should he enter, he’ll be met with a wide, open living area, lined with tall windows that allow light to filter through during daylight hours; at night, the twinkling of buildings reflect off this glass instead. There’s a section for seating, an arrangement of sleek sofas and an even sleeker table, a flat television monitor mounted on the nearby wall; a dining area, which does not seem used for its intended purpose, adorned with a closed laptop and organized papers stacked next to it; near that, a bar, which is more appropriately used if half a glass of amber liquid indicates anything, and around a corner, a long hallway which disappears into the rest of the flat.
The decor is much like the interior of the Shinra building itself if Alec has ever seen it. Corporate sleek, dark and minimalistic, every surface a sheen of gloss and untouchable opulence. Rufus’ own proclivities seem to skew towards keeping his living space clean and organized, except for one or two objects out of place to prove that someone does indeed live here. Otherwise, it looks pulled straight out of the pages of a luxury catalog — as if the environment exists only to show the extent of what money can buy, and how much of it is purchasable.
Despite this, one cannot say anything terrible about the view. This high up on the Upper Plate, the city of Midgar’s less flattering underbelly is hidden and tucked away beneath structures of steel. The rest, a stretch of city skyline shimmering with lights that look all the more spectacular at night, is beautiful even to the most objective eye. It’s peaceful, almost, if you do not think too long and hard about what it all rests upon.
Alec is left alone for a good forty seconds before anyone (or anything) moves to make an introduction. But eventually, down the end of that long hall that presumably leads to rooms unseen, there’s the click, click, click of… nails on marble? A hurried tempo, like the quick lope of something on four legs, louder, louder—
A Shinra hound, all dark coat and rippling muscle, bounds in, closes the space between it and Alec, and stops feet away with its teeth bared, a growl in its throat, and whip-like tail lashing in a warning. It doesn’t look very happy to see him.]
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There’s no one there to greet him at first. Should he enter, he’ll be met with a wide, open living area, lined with tall windows that allow light to filter through during daylight hours; at night, the twinkling of buildings reflect off this glass instead. There’s a section for seating, an arrangement of sleek sofas and an even sleeker table, a flat television monitor mounted on the nearby wall; a dining area, which does not seem used for its intended purpose, adorned with a closed laptop and organized papers stacked next to it; near that, a bar, which is more appropriately used if half a glass of amber liquid indicates anything, and around a corner, a long hallway which disappears into the rest of the flat.
The decor is much like the interior of the Shinra building itself if Alec has ever seen it. Corporate sleek, dark and minimalistic, every surface a sheen of gloss and untouchable opulence. Rufus’ own proclivities seem to skew towards keeping his living space clean and organized, except for one or two objects out of place to prove that someone does indeed live here. Otherwise, it looks pulled straight out of the pages of a luxury catalog — as if the environment exists only to show the extent of what money can buy, and how much of it is purchasable.
Despite this, one cannot say anything terrible about the view. This high up on the Upper Plate, the city of Midgar’s less flattering underbelly is hidden and tucked away beneath structures of steel. The rest, a stretch of city skyline shimmering with lights that look all the more spectacular at night, is beautiful even to the most objective eye. It’s peaceful, almost, if you do not think too long and hard about what it all rests upon.
Alec is left alone for a good forty seconds before anyone (or anything) moves to make an introduction. But eventually, down the end of that long hall that presumably leads to rooms unseen, there’s the click, click, click of… nails on marble? A hurried tempo, like the quick lope of something on four legs, louder, louder—
A Shinra hound, all dark coat and rippling muscle, bounds in, closes the space between it and Alec, and stops feet away with its teeth bared, a growl in its throat, and whip-like tail lashing in a warning. It doesn’t look very happy to see him.]