Thread: shinra siblings [ angel&ockeroid ]

The death of President Shinra had hit Midgar like a ton of bricks. It was difficult to imagine one of the planets most influential autocrats in the state that he was murdered by a psychotic lunatic, no less and at such a crucial point in time for the electric company they were one step closer to their dreams of creating a new Midgar in the Promised Land. Such an accomplishment made up for the loss of their previous president, and almost every citizen failed to think of the assassination when the ex-presidents son took over as the new president of the Shinra Electric Power Company. Even Shinra News found new material for their nightly news segments and the producers disposed of the story in a metal storage bin entitled old news. Everything was moving along smoothly. Everyone was in a state of euphoria. Except Rakel could not make heads or tails of her feelings. She had been especially close to her father, having no recollection of her mother ever being a part of her life. She was no stranger to the harrowing deeds that were approved by her father for the benefit of the family company, but she could never envision the man as being anything less than a loving father who just happened to resort to vile endeavors to support his family. It was the way he worked, and she certainly did not have the audacity to chide him with regard to his profession. Still, she had no interest in pursuing a role in the company. Rakel was seventeen, a senior in one of Midgars most prominent private schools, and a girl who harbored no interest in a corporate career. It was one of the reasons she had managed to avoid becoming a public phenomenon, as was a common occurrence in the Shinra family, yet she was not entirely unknown to the media. Her doll-like appearance had with the help of her fathers finances, of course put her in a temporary modeling position . . . temporary because at age ten she grew bored with cameras and people being in her face. It was around this time she decided she wanted to maintain a low profile, and upon pleading to her father he removed her from modeling and allowed her to spend her time on her studies. To her dismay, the media never stopped referring to her as Little Miss Shinra Girl. Neither did Reno. Less than a month had passed since the former president passed away, yet Rakel was still too disturbed to go back to school. Fortunately, her teachers were caring enough Rakel knew it had everything to do with her so-called connections to send her assignments home. Elena, who had been her bodyguard since she joined the ranks of the Turks, had been the short-term link between Rakel and her school Elena would visit the school and pick up Rakels assignments for each day. Rakel liked Elena. She had to be close to her own age, if not four or five years older, and they never had any confrontations. Until now. Your teachers are concerned, Elena said as she put a thick stack of papers on the table. It was late, almost ten oclock when she finally clocked out, and she had missed every other opportunity to give Rakel her homework. They say your grades are starting to drop. Rakel did not say a word. Furrowing her eyebrows, Elena sat down next to Rakel. Is something the matter? Are you still upset about your father? Rakels fingers clenched together. Elena understood that as a resounding yes. Rakel, your father would want you to do well in school, would he not? Rakel continued to give Elena the silent treatment. Frustrated, Elena stood up and began walking out of the waiting room located on the first floor in the corporation. You know I hate to do this, but I have to tell Rufus. Hes your guardian now. Not even Rakel could remain silent at that threat. You wou! she began, but Elena cut her off. Oh, I would. And I will. It is my responsibility to keep an eye on you, and right now I am very disappointed. Elena ignored Rakels protests and left the room, sure to make her way up to Rufuss office to let him know how her grades were suffering. Rakel muttered an ugly comment under her breath about Elena before she had the opportunity to leave.