Time is all we have

[cwolfeh]

Everyone has a time limit. A year, the be exact. A year after you hit a certain age. That age is different for everyone but once your clock starts you have to work for more time or face expiration. No one ages after their clock starts, everyone staying youthful and happy--so long as you have the time to enjoy it.

Congrats. Your clock has officially started and now you have to keep your clock going. Whether that's through working or stealing from others, the choice is yours.

But remember.

Always keep an eye on the time.

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Based off the movie "In Time". Rather than use the concept of everyone's clocks starting at age 25, I left it open for people to choose whatever age they want to use.

GO WILD.

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Puff Trouble

[notachocobo]

[In theory, a delivery service had been a great idea. An easy way to earn time and something to keep himself busy. The problem was that a lot of other people had gotten the same idea and given the fact that said companies were in other city districts? Most people weren't paying any attention to a lowly delivery service in the slums. Why waste time on poor people when you can give it to your fellow upperclass right?

Cutting his bike off as he stopped outside 7th Heaven, Cloud glanced down at the glowing green numbers on his forearm with a frown.

Half a day.

He was going to either need to take out another loan or find a job at this rate. There was no way he was going to let any of his friends spot him again; he already owed them enough. The blonde sighed and swung his leg over the bike, snagging the key as he went before heading into the bar to get a drink.

Something to take his mind off the time.]

[amemoryorus]

[Things are bustling inside the bar as the afternoon regulars fill in seeking food, alcohol, and a safe place to share their woes and worries about their time and the state of their bank account. The slums are never lacking in woe, and thanks to Tifa, neither is it lacking in alcohol.

She's standing behind the bar when Cloud enters, rag in hand as she briskly wipes it down. But she raises her head when she hears the door open, gaze locking on his familiar form immediately. Her red eyes light up as she takes him in and she smiles.]

Cloud! I've been wondering when you would come by. I must have left you half a dozen messages. Have you just finished a job?

ugh sorry for the delay I'm been out of sorts lately x_x

[notachocobo]

[Cloud pauses inside the door and can't help but return Tifa's smile with a faint upturn of his own lips.]

Sorry. Things got a little hectic.

[Nothing too terrible; nothing he couldn't handle. And honestly it was just a sad excuse for him being his usual antisocial self.

But hey, he was here now.

Making his way over to the bar the blonde slid onto one of the barstools, letting out a content sigh as he finally got to just relax for a moment.]

Everything alright?

Derp Child

[seekthelight]

[A year ago, almost to the day, Sora's clock had started. He had been sixteen when it happened and it had been exciting back then! Growing up in a family that wasn't rich but at least managed with relative ease had made him excited at the prospect of being able to actually use his time like everyone else did.

A year later...and he was realizing just how troublesome time really was.

His father had disappeared and his mother had died a few months later, leaving Sora to fend for himself. He'd done alright at first but eventually paying for their old house had been too much for him so he'd sold it for time and ended up in one of the lower districts. It wasn't bad; he'd managed to find a decent enough apartment and a job at one of the local factories...

But living costs made it hard to balance the time he had.

Perched on the wall lining the bridge, Sora sighed as he looked down at his sandwich, trying to ignore the green numbers on his forearm. He had a day left and he still had to get paid for his work at the end of the day but things just never got any easier. He picked at a piece of the cheese on his sandwich, nibbling at it slightly as he looked out over the shallow river bed.

Once upon a time there had been fish in there, he was willing to bet.]

[shadowsthedawn]

[Riku always uses his lunch break to do tasks he can't find the time for earlier or later in the day. It's just one of the many ways he's learned to make the most of his time, not wanting a moment to go by without having accomplished some essential part of living. If he's going to die some day he wants to go out with few regrets.

Today his task had been to go grocery shopping, if the bulging brown bags held in his arms are anything to go by. Despite their weight, he carries them halfway across the bridge with a steady gait, only stopping when he notices a familiar head of spiky brown hair.

Riku had met Sora when the other boy had moved into his apartment building, just down the hall. Being the only two on their floor close in age they had hit it off quickly, becoming good friends. At this point Riku knows Sora well enough to know that something is weighting on him simply by the slump of his shoulders.

He approaches, carefully setting his grocery bags on the wall next to his friend. A glimpse of the brightly colored numbers on his arm can be caught before disappearing. A day and a half.]

Earth to Sora. Are you daydreaming again?

[seekthelight]

[The sound of that familiar voice has Sora snapping out of his thoughts, almost dropping his sandwich as he turns to look at the other. Immediately the tension that had been lingering in his posture seeps away as he smiles brightly at the other.]

Hey Riku!

[Watch as he attempts to put on his usual bright demeanor, kicking his feet a bit, heels bouncing against the wall.]

I was just thinking about work, that's all.

[shadowsthedawn]

[Riku stares at him for a long moment, clearly not buying his attempts to seem happy and cheerful. He knows what a genuinely happy Sora looks like and this is forced. His mouth tips down into a soft frown and his eyes gaze at his friend with worry.]

About work, huh? That would be enough to depress anyone. [Riku doesn't mind working in the factory for the most part. But it's not exactly a job that anyone dreams of doing. It's a method of survival, nothing more.]

[seekthelight]

I'm not depressed! [Feeling down? Maybe. Feeling out of sorts? Definitely. Not depressed!

..Even though that kind of describes being depressed.] I'm just..trying to figure things out, that's all!

[Factory life wasn't good for Sora--wasn't good for someone as bubbly and sunshine-y as he was. He didn't mind the labor, but it was the lack of fresh air and sunlight that got to him. And the lack of being able to lift people's spirits.]

What are you up to?

[shadowsthedawn]

Alright. What are you trying to figure out. Maybe I can help.

[He knows Sora struggles working at the factory. It's not a good place for someone so cheerful and optimistic to work. But it's not like there are many other options for orphans like them.]

I was on my way home to drop off these. [He nods to the bags.]

Then I was to go back to work. I have a couple hours of my shift left.