Lord Redd
Oct 14th, 2001, 10:40:58 AM
TAP....TAP......TAP...... The rapping of a pen on the edge of a desk almost to the point of a relaxing annoyance. He did it day in and day out as the paper stack on his desk got taller and taller. He hated working behind a desk and as soon as he could get out he would. However, he kept these thoughts to himself because there was no telling who he could trust. He had no friends and this desk job on Coruscant was a far cry from a blue collar farming job on his desert homeworld. Nevertheless, he wasted his life away processing paperwork and struggling to support himself and he hated it.</p>
From time to time he would flip a paper or two and scribble some form of nothingness on them to pass time and look busy. It was all he had to keep himself sane, and then it was back to the deep daydreaming and pen tapping. Sometimes he wished he was more like his father. He was a great Admiral who helped deliver his people and thwart the Empires hopes at conquering his world. His father wouldn't be caught dead behind a desk. But it was different nowadays, The galaxy's military powers were more in an arms race than a fight for living space. They wanted ships, more ships and bigger ships than their enemies. If his father ever taught him one thing while he was young, it was bigger ships only make bigger explosions when their destroyed. He would then always say that brainpower always overcomes firepower. He missed his father, to the point that he couldn't stay on his homeworld. His father died for that floating pile of dust and he hated it for that.</p>
The bell tolled to signal the change of shifts. This came at the most perfect time everyday and had the same thrill as finding 2 liters of water in the desert. It brought on the two things that took his mind off of his miserable life: Drinks and Dreams. He would head to the nearest Cantina load up on Correlian whiskey and be fast asleep about an hour or two later. He got up from his seat, scanned his ID card and left out of the backdoor into the alley as he did everyday.</p>
The alley was at a dark greyish point just enough to see five meters ahead. He did it the same everyday, Watch out the first trashcans where the rats were and never look at the bums as you passed them. Just follow the light at the end of the alley and turn right when you get there. But today was different for some reason. First there were noises. The were confusing at first. It grew louder and louder. It sounded like whispers and a group of children laughing. It was coming from everywhere. He heard footsteps scurry behind him, but saw nothing as he turned his head to look. The laughter only got louder as he looked as if to taunt him. He hated being teased and this seemed like some form of demented teasing. He yelled out, "Alright you kids, thats enough playing, I have someplace to go." The noise stopped with this statement and he turned to continue his trip, but the light at the end of the alley was gone and the alley grew to blackness. He looked back in the other direction as if he was just confused to where he was facing, but there was just blackness. The voices answered back to him, "You've got somewhere to go, but your getting nowhere silly." This metaphor was both true for his current situation and also for his life. He wanted to go places, but his deskjob was getting him nowhere. " The Darkness calls to you, it can take you anywhere you want to go. It did for your father." This startled him, but it also made him think at the same time. He yelled back "My Father?" The voices didn't respond all he heard was laughter which seemed to taunt him as if he asked a stupid question. It grew louder and louder and louder until he sprung up in a deep sweat from his nightmare safe at home in his bed. It was just a dream, but it seemed so real............</p>
OOC: for now this is kinda closed so I can set up my storyline, but further along it will become open to all. Anyone who thinks they want to participate can email me bonz316@msn.com or can IM me: FeemurS and we can discuss their role in this RP..........</p>
From time to time he would flip a paper or two and scribble some form of nothingness on them to pass time and look busy. It was all he had to keep himself sane, and then it was back to the deep daydreaming and pen tapping. Sometimes he wished he was more like his father. He was a great Admiral who helped deliver his people and thwart the Empires hopes at conquering his world. His father wouldn't be caught dead behind a desk. But it was different nowadays, The galaxy's military powers were more in an arms race than a fight for living space. They wanted ships, more ships and bigger ships than their enemies. If his father ever taught him one thing while he was young, it was bigger ships only make bigger explosions when their destroyed. He would then always say that brainpower always overcomes firepower. He missed his father, to the point that he couldn't stay on his homeworld. His father died for that floating pile of dust and he hated it for that.</p>
The bell tolled to signal the change of shifts. This came at the most perfect time everyday and had the same thrill as finding 2 liters of water in the desert. It brought on the two things that took his mind off of his miserable life: Drinks and Dreams. He would head to the nearest Cantina load up on Correlian whiskey and be fast asleep about an hour or two later. He got up from his seat, scanned his ID card and left out of the backdoor into the alley as he did everyday.</p>
The alley was at a dark greyish point just enough to see five meters ahead. He did it the same everyday, Watch out the first trashcans where the rats were and never look at the bums as you passed them. Just follow the light at the end of the alley and turn right when you get there. But today was different for some reason. First there were noises. The were confusing at first. It grew louder and louder. It sounded like whispers and a group of children laughing. It was coming from everywhere. He heard footsteps scurry behind him, but saw nothing as he turned his head to look. The laughter only got louder as he looked as if to taunt him. He hated being teased and this seemed like some form of demented teasing. He yelled out, "Alright you kids, thats enough playing, I have someplace to go." The noise stopped with this statement and he turned to continue his trip, but the light at the end of the alley was gone and the alley grew to blackness. He looked back in the other direction as if he was just confused to where he was facing, but there was just blackness. The voices answered back to him, "You've got somewhere to go, but your getting nowhere silly." This metaphor was both true for his current situation and also for his life. He wanted to go places, but his deskjob was getting him nowhere. " The Darkness calls to you, it can take you anywhere you want to go. It did for your father." This startled him, but it also made him think at the same time. He yelled back "My Father?" The voices didn't respond all he heard was laughter which seemed to taunt him as if he asked a stupid question. It grew louder and louder and louder until he sprung up in a deep sweat from his nightmare safe at home in his bed. It was just a dream, but it seemed so real............</p>
OOC: for now this is kinda closed so I can set up my storyline, but further along it will become open to all. Anyone who thinks they want to participate can email me bonz316@msn.com or can IM me: FeemurS and we can discuss their role in this RP..........</p>