Post by cammy on Jan 23, 2011 16:14:09 GMT -5
((OOC: This is for Alfred~!))
The moon has always looked beautiful from his home in Cameroon. If being on it is closer to heaven, he wondered if hell was a little more fun. No, no, he thought, I shouldn't complain. He sat in a steel chair, looking past his desk, out the window. Stars, asteroids, and the dead ground of the moon. Besides its blandness, the scene was beautiful in its own right. Jevonte sighed and looked back at the pile of books he still had to organize. He got distracted not only by the scenery before him, but the photographs and articles in the bound literature on the desk. He sometimes lost himself in learning about every ship that was once in the sky. He would love to lose himself again if the area weren't so messy. He didn't want any traders or costumers walking in on his daydreaming.
He forced himself up with a sigh, alphabetizing the books and pamphlets. But another title caught his eye. It was all about Polonium and its uses. This didn't distract him as much, he had read that one a thousand times. He smiled to himself with a hint of pride-- knowing the ups and downs of every poison he could think of, and how to use them could give him a great defense advantage hand-to-hand... If he ever needed it. Nothing ever happened around here. As he contemplated, a quiet mewing sound emerged from his study door. It was his cat Kokolo, with a rolled up newspaper in his mouth. Jevonte petted the creature as he took the paper, looking at the headline.
Rumors of a pirate carrier being sucked into a wormhole. He rolled his eyes at such a story, but considered his possible need for protection. He basically lived alone, people only came to him for books, advice, or news, and none of these were asked for very often. Jevonte looked back at the darkness of space and wondered about pirate attackers. "What could anyone possibly want?" he asked himself. He knelt down to pet Kokolo, as if to thank the small creature. He stood up again to finish off the last of the stack of books on the desk, but turns to see the feline scratch and mew at the door. A customer?
The moon has always looked beautiful from his home in Cameroon. If being on it is closer to heaven, he wondered if hell was a little more fun. No, no, he thought, I shouldn't complain. He sat in a steel chair, looking past his desk, out the window. Stars, asteroids, and the dead ground of the moon. Besides its blandness, the scene was beautiful in its own right. Jevonte sighed and looked back at the pile of books he still had to organize. He got distracted not only by the scenery before him, but the photographs and articles in the bound literature on the desk. He sometimes lost himself in learning about every ship that was once in the sky. He would love to lose himself again if the area weren't so messy. He didn't want any traders or costumers walking in on his daydreaming.
He forced himself up with a sigh, alphabetizing the books and pamphlets. But another title caught his eye. It was all about Polonium and its uses. This didn't distract him as much, he had read that one a thousand times. He smiled to himself with a hint of pride-- knowing the ups and downs of every poison he could think of, and how to use them could give him a great defense advantage hand-to-hand... If he ever needed it. Nothing ever happened around here. As he contemplated, a quiet mewing sound emerged from his study door. It was his cat Kokolo, with a rolled up newspaper in his mouth. Jevonte petted the creature as he took the paper, looking at the headline.
Rumors of a pirate carrier being sucked into a wormhole. He rolled his eyes at such a story, but considered his possible need for protection. He basically lived alone, people only came to him for books, advice, or news, and none of these were asked for very often. Jevonte looked back at the darkness of space and wondered about pirate attackers. "What could anyone possibly want?" he asked himself. He knelt down to pet Kokolo, as if to thank the small creature. He stood up again to finish off the last of the stack of books on the desk, but turns to see the feline scratch and mew at the door. A customer?