Sejah Haversh
May 7th, 2002, 02:10:48 AM
The South wing of the Jedi rooming complex was the last one that Sejah checked, and the only one in which he could find an empty room. Opening the door, he looked in at the standardized room layout before him and nodded in affirmation of it.
He had one window with a breathtaking view of the backside of another building, but that was fine, his last apartment had less of a view; half of which was cut off by thick iron bars running across the front of the window. Beneath the window on the opposite was was a simple desk with a chair, and a bed next to it. On the left wall ran a series of empty shelves, and to his right was a small entertainment center on the same side as the door, and an armoire built into the wall next to a door.
It was all done in beige and greytones, with a few touches of blue for accent, but for the most part was drab and uninteresting. It was still better than his last apartment. Setting his wrapped sword on one of the shelves, he noted the thick layer of dust on it before turning and opening the armoire and depositing his pack inside of it. Then it was through the door on the right wall, which led to a kitchenette, and another door that was already open going into the bathroom. He took a sigh of relief that it possessed a multi-headed shower system, and that the towel rack boasted a healthy allotment of towels.
The refrigerator/freezer was empty as he had expected, and the sink made a little noise when he ran the hot water, but it was still better than he had hoped for, or really needed, for that matter.
Heading out into his living/bedroom Sejah wrote his name on the door panel with a marker he found in the desk drawer, indicating that the room was now taken. He took his time in carefully shaping each letter, ending up with a nearly flawless printing job of his name before shutting the door, undressing, and heading immediately to the shower. Once clean, and using four towels to dry out all his fur, Sejah opened his pack and selected some casual clothes to change into, his traveling attire having grown a little smelly over the past two weeks. Getting dressed, the Nehantite sat down on the edge of his bed and then laid back, relishing the feel of a real mattress under his back. Only when he was young and still living with his parents had he felt so safe and secure in a home as he did at that moment. And it felt like home, too.
After a few minutes, the brown-furred Nehantite sat back up and picked up the remote for the holovid player on his entertainment center, and began to channel surf. Free cable, another luxury. A genuine smile broke out across his face as he thought about all that he had now that he was finally there, and how well he had been taken in. The only thing he still needed was a master, but he was sure that would come soon enough.
He had one window with a breathtaking view of the backside of another building, but that was fine, his last apartment had less of a view; half of which was cut off by thick iron bars running across the front of the window. Beneath the window on the opposite was was a simple desk with a chair, and a bed next to it. On the left wall ran a series of empty shelves, and to his right was a small entertainment center on the same side as the door, and an armoire built into the wall next to a door.
It was all done in beige and greytones, with a few touches of blue for accent, but for the most part was drab and uninteresting. It was still better than his last apartment. Setting his wrapped sword on one of the shelves, he noted the thick layer of dust on it before turning and opening the armoire and depositing his pack inside of it. Then it was through the door on the right wall, which led to a kitchenette, and another door that was already open going into the bathroom. He took a sigh of relief that it possessed a multi-headed shower system, and that the towel rack boasted a healthy allotment of towels.
The refrigerator/freezer was empty as he had expected, and the sink made a little noise when he ran the hot water, but it was still better than he had hoped for, or really needed, for that matter.
Heading out into his living/bedroom Sejah wrote his name on the door panel with a marker he found in the desk drawer, indicating that the room was now taken. He took his time in carefully shaping each letter, ending up with a nearly flawless printing job of his name before shutting the door, undressing, and heading immediately to the shower. Once clean, and using four towels to dry out all his fur, Sejah opened his pack and selected some casual clothes to change into, his traveling attire having grown a little smelly over the past two weeks. Getting dressed, the Nehantite sat down on the edge of his bed and then laid back, relishing the feel of a real mattress under his back. Only when he was young and still living with his parents had he felt so safe and secure in a home as he did at that moment. And it felt like home, too.
After a few minutes, the brown-furred Nehantite sat back up and picked up the remote for the holovid player on his entertainment center, and began to channel surf. Free cable, another luxury. A genuine smile broke out across his face as he thought about all that he had now that he was finally there, and how well he had been taken in. The only thing he still needed was a master, but he was sure that would come soon enough.