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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:49 pm
Vincent strolled over to the car and nodded to the driver, "Greetings. Could you take me to the apartments on the island?" He placed his luggage next to him and looked at the car. It was in very nice condition. It reminded him that he would have to secure a vehicle for himself once he got the chance.
The sea breeze filled his nostrils, and he smiled. The island did seem calm and quite serene. He expected to live quite comfortably with such charming scenery.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 11:03 am
A simple request, one Quint had done many times before. Though the apartments themselves were for residents only, there was a commission building nearby, so he would take this male there. Stepping out now, Quint helped the man with his bags, placing them into the trunk of his car. It wasn't until he had been back inside the car that he asked the male his name.
Not often we get people by plane.. Looking out his window now, he again spotted the fancy aircraft the arrival came in, it high and small in the skies, Friends call me Quint, you are..?
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 5:45 pm
"It's nice to meet, Mr. Quint. I am Vincent Rohaun. Call me what pleases you. I'll be here for quite some time afterall," he told the driver as he buckled himself in his seat.
He adjusted his business suit, so sitting would be more comfortable. He then placed his hands over his lap. They were coverd by black leather gloves. Considering the climate, his hands had to be sweating. And yet he still wore them nonetheless. Furthermore, if he was not on business and planned to live on the island, then wearing a suit was not needed. But there he was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:46 am
Smiling with a hint of nostalgia, Quint remarked on his being called 'Mister', Vincent, while it is a pleasure to know you, I must say that you don't have to give me a professional name; Quint works fine. Giving Vincent a quick look over, he wasn't very surprised by the man wearing a suit, but did spot the hands that were also covered. Perhaps a burn?
Not put off by his dress, Quint started along, picking up speed as they pulled away from the airport. His car handled marvelously, and one could hear the horses locked under the hood. Since everyone on the island got to and fro their own way, traffic was pretty light, and the pair soon headed around a bend, a very large complex in front. Though those were the apartments, Vincent couldn't just claim one that instant. Instead, Quint veered left, and came into a parking lot where the housing office was located.
Slowing down next to the door in the round lot, Quint looked over, noticing some activity inside. This shouldn't take long. He said to Vincent, Just head in and ask for a place. Here, it's almost like just grabbing the key for a reservation.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:54 am
Vincent stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him. He bent down to the driver's window to give his thanks, "Right then. I'll be out as soon as they permit me to. I'll try not to keep you, afterall the taxi meter just might kill me if I do." He chuckled lightly at his poor joke as he straightened his stature.
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Rohaun strolled inside the reservation and housing office.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 12:02 pm
The civilian registration and reservation papers took a little less than twenty minutes to take care of. He took his key gratefully and left the building.
Vincent Rohaun saw Quint waiting for him and hurried inside the vehicle. He buckled up and fixed his posture as always. He took a deep breath then spoke to Quint, "That went well. My living quarters has been reserved.
"I had already sent some of my things over to the island weeks ago. They should be bringing them up to my apartment right now. I wanted to have atleast some of my possessions to be ready for unpacking when I arrived, not that really matters to you.
"I was told I'll be three floors below the top. So if you could take me there, Quint, that would be great."
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:47 pm
Oh no, I'm not bothered at all.. Quint scratched his head in reply, It sounds weird to some, but always, He frowned, I mean, trying to always be at attention is a good trait. Smiling, Preparedness today keeps the chaos away!
As the two motored off, the sun's position was falling, its color deepening slightly. His drive with Vincent, while short, was coming to a close, Quint's ride slowing before what was a sort of haven for beach lovers and mall shoppers, lifters and gymnasts alike.
Here we are.. Quint looked towards Vincent, That'll be... He immediately started to smile, unable to finish, Next time.. Nah, I kid, I kid. Want some help inside?
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 7:29 pm
"Help? Either you want to do this out of good will, or this is the most excellent taxi service I have ever encountered," said Vincent whom was a little taken back by the offer.
He stepped out of the car, holding on the door. He stared up at the apartment building and sighed. He then closed the door and went to the trunk. "It's late. If you could just help me with my bags to my room, that'll be fine. I'll just unroll a sleeping bag for the night. Tomorrow I'll make some calls and get started with the unpacking," he said with a slight yawn as he waited for the trunk to open.
Mr. Rohaun did not like relying on others so much, but he did welcome help when it was offered. He thought of it as being rude if you declined any sort of hospitality from others...to a certain point.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 3:53 pm
With acceptance, Quint cut the engine, hopping out of the car. Within a few moments, they were inside Vincent's loft, a steady breeze flowing in from open windows high above the island. Quint was setting things down when he asked, So, got anything planned once you put up shop?
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 8:01 pm
((Let's continue posts in the actual room in the community forum, okay?))
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:26 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 8:29 am
((Already did, my good sir.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 1:46 am
((Certainly hope it's all right for me to post. Here goes, yes?))
The Captain's yacht descended lazily from the flight deck of the Buzzard, hovering noisily above the airstrip. The yacht's pilot nervously checked his meters, and muttered to himself about fuel mixtures and such. "Calm down," the man in the passenger's seat, Captain Johnathan Ketch, admonished him. "I checked her out myself, you checked her out, the engineers checked her out. She's fine for flying." There was a stammered protest about this being the yacht's first time out, but Ketch silenced the pilot with an upheld hand. "That's fine, Midshipman. I know you're concerned. Focus on landing her, though, would you?"
Somewhat roughly, the yacht touched down on the airstrip and continued to roll forward on the extended landing gears while the engines terminated. Eventually the steam ceased billowing from the vents at the rear, and the propellers on the wings and nose came to a halt, the yacht rolling several more yards before it finally stopped. Ketch gave the pilot a slap on the back before kicking open the cabin door and dropping to the ground. "Skillful flying, Midshipman," he reassured the very nervous pilot, who tossed down a large suitcase. "Go on up, then, and I'll be back once I've used up all my shore leave...or when Madam Chef decides she's lonely."
Ketch watched the yacht roll forward, lift off, and start its ascent to the Buzzard. He stood rooted to the spot, staring up into the sky until the Buzzard had lumbered off over the horizon and out of sight. "I suppose I'd better find some place to stay," Ketch said to nobody and, hefting his suitcase onto his back, began the trek into Purunrun proper.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 3:08 pm
Sokoya's commercial flight landed without a hitch, letting her and several other passengers off. Stepping into the terminal, the woman would glance around, instinctivly looking for where she could pick up her luggage. She hadn't taken a carry on, and was mildly worried that nothing made it.
Quickly spotting the rotating conveyer belt, the platinum haired vixen hurried over, anxiously awaiting her bag. But as the minutes rolled by, the anxiety turned to fear. She could have sworn she'd seen a couple pass by twice now, and there was no sign of hers. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she would head to the customer service booth.
And after filing a complaint, Sokoya made for the doors. Stepping out into the warm sunlight, she allowed herself a smile. She'd made it at least, and the place looked and felt beautiful. It was warm here, still. A fact that she loved. Her clothing wasn't exactly suited for it, however.
She wore long sleeves and pants, the primary color being black. Needless to say, she was going to be roasting soon. Putting her hair up into pigtails, she would also unbutton the top two buttons of her shirt, along with the bottom. That'd help a little....
But where to go now? Blinking, Sokoya would cast her scarlet gaze about the setting infront of her, a small frown forming. She hadn't really planned out the visit, and so she had no clue what to do. She hadn't even reserved a hotel. Not that she could afford one...she'd have to hope for a hostel or something.
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The Female of the Species
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