Post by Dieck Roos on Jul 20, 2011 20:07:03 GMT -5
Dieck was nervous. So very, very nervous. But he wouldn’t let it show, especially not to those below him. He would not let his inferiors be able to laugh at him for being nervous on his first day as a pilot. All those months at the training camp finally paid off and here he was, one of the top pilots of the AFSS Freiheit. He would have higher class rooms, dining, and even planes, because he was just a much better pilot than everyone else. He wanted to slap himself for being nervous. It was an unnecessary emotion for a pilot to have. Now, it was time for him to make his way to his first-class cabin.
He could tell people noticed when he walked by. He could hear them whispering as he strode through the halls confidently. Not that there were many people onboard the ship; only a servant, engineer, or crew member here and there. But they talked when he passed by. It wasn’t like there was anyone else making their way through the hallways that would be worthy of noticing. In fact, there was only one person walking down the hallway with him. Well, not with him, per se, more like walking behind him—not as an equal or superior, just another inferior person. The person walking behind him was just another kid—he didn’t look older than eighteen—and seemed to be trying to make his way through the hallways as quickly as possible. He had a very sour expression on his face, as if he’d rather be anywhere except the AFFS Freiheit.
Eventually the kid stopped following him and they split paths somewhere near the cantina. Dieck couldn’t bring himself to care where some damn kid went. He preoccupied himself by trying to find his way to his room, but he always had a knack for getting lost. Somehow, he ended up in the hangar, but there were no planes in it. He figured that they would load the planes later—there was no way an aircraft carrier would leave without any planes. He almost resorted to asking someone where the pilot’s quarters were, but he had too much pride. He ended up spending quite a few hours just searching for his room. Whenever someone would ask him whether or not he was lost, he would simply glare at them and state that he knows his way around, thank you very much. Quite a few maids were scared off by his fierce glare.
When he finally located his room, he was quite pleased to see that he was much higher up than the second-class pilots. He wanted to pat himself on the back for working so hard and showing off his talents so well. But this was no time to be patting himself on the back. He was very tired from walking around the ship countless times and he just wanted to sleep. He opened the door, expecting to be alone for the rest of the night.
But he wasn’t. There was someone—a kid—drawing a line form on end of the room to the other. Dieck had no doubt that this line would be to separate the room to establish boundaries, but one area seemed to be much larger than the other. In fact, one of the areas took up all the space from one wall to the edge of the bed on the other side. The floor was covered in useless junk and clearly did not follow the boundaries. Candy, beer bottles, and clothes littered the floor. Oh so many clothes, of so many shapes and colors, too. It almost seemed like the person who owned all of these clothes was a peacock. As he scanned the room, Dieck noticed a strange lump on the middle. He could hear someone mumbling in it, but he was too perplexed by the presence of the pile that he did not bother to help out the person inside. He simply stood there, staring incredulously at the heap of clothes.
[ooc:Your move bro
]
He could tell people noticed when he walked by. He could hear them whispering as he strode through the halls confidently. Not that there were many people onboard the ship; only a servant, engineer, or crew member here and there. But they talked when he passed by. It wasn’t like there was anyone else making their way through the hallways that would be worthy of noticing. In fact, there was only one person walking down the hallway with him. Well, not with him, per se, more like walking behind him—not as an equal or superior, just another inferior person. The person walking behind him was just another kid—he didn’t look older than eighteen—and seemed to be trying to make his way through the hallways as quickly as possible. He had a very sour expression on his face, as if he’d rather be anywhere except the AFFS Freiheit.
Eventually the kid stopped following him and they split paths somewhere near the cantina. Dieck couldn’t bring himself to care where some damn kid went. He preoccupied himself by trying to find his way to his room, but he always had a knack for getting lost. Somehow, he ended up in the hangar, but there were no planes in it. He figured that they would load the planes later—there was no way an aircraft carrier would leave without any planes. He almost resorted to asking someone where the pilot’s quarters were, but he had too much pride. He ended up spending quite a few hours just searching for his room. Whenever someone would ask him whether or not he was lost, he would simply glare at them and state that he knows his way around, thank you very much. Quite a few maids were scared off by his fierce glare.
When he finally located his room, he was quite pleased to see that he was much higher up than the second-class pilots. He wanted to pat himself on the back for working so hard and showing off his talents so well. But this was no time to be patting himself on the back. He was very tired from walking around the ship countless times and he just wanted to sleep. He opened the door, expecting to be alone for the rest of the night.
But he wasn’t. There was someone—a kid—drawing a line form on end of the room to the other. Dieck had no doubt that this line would be to separate the room to establish boundaries, but one area seemed to be much larger than the other. In fact, one of the areas took up all the space from one wall to the edge of the bed on the other side. The floor was covered in useless junk and clearly did not follow the boundaries. Candy, beer bottles, and clothes littered the floor. Oh so many clothes, of so many shapes and colors, too. It almost seemed like the person who owned all of these clothes was a peacock. As he scanned the room, Dieck noticed a strange lump on the middle. He could hear someone mumbling in it, but he was too perplexed by the presence of the pile that he did not bother to help out the person inside. He simply stood there, staring incredulously at the heap of clothes.
[ooc:Your move bro
]