Felix Flint
May 9th, 2004, 10:15:34 AM
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The normally quiet recruitment centre was filling with the sound of voices. Although the room usually had quiet a few people milling about in it, it was always quiet – a kind of nervous quiet, as potential Jedi waited to see what their fate would be. For, then, there to be an enthusiastic and somewhat giddy conversation going on was quite out of the ordinary. The voices were those of two young boys – one familiar, one not so familiar. They had not known one another for long at all, but to look at them you would think they had been friends all of their life.
“Woooow.”
The taller of the two, Felix Flint, tilted his head right back as he looked around the room he now stood in. There roof, held up by great big pillars made out of something unmovable, was all glass panelling, and the light from above spilled across the highly-polished floor, giving the whole room a sort of unearthly glow. The Jedi, with their trailing robes, looked as though they were gliding from place to place rather than walking. They were all framed in the warm light, regal and divine. It made the hair on the back of Flint’s neck stand on end.
“This is really something,” he said, continuing to gawk at the room, his mouth hanging low enough to cat passing flies. He’d never seen anywhere so impressive in all of his life. It was otherworldly, unlike the terribly messy excuse for house that his family called home.
“Is everywhere here like this?” he asked, looking back down at his new-found acquaintance.
The normally quiet recruitment centre was filling with the sound of voices. Although the room usually had quiet a few people milling about in it, it was always quiet – a kind of nervous quiet, as potential Jedi waited to see what their fate would be. For, then, there to be an enthusiastic and somewhat giddy conversation going on was quite out of the ordinary. The voices were those of two young boys – one familiar, one not so familiar. They had not known one another for long at all, but to look at them you would think they had been friends all of their life.
“Woooow.”
The taller of the two, Felix Flint, tilted his head right back as he looked around the room he now stood in. There roof, held up by great big pillars made out of something unmovable, was all glass panelling, and the light from above spilled across the highly-polished floor, giving the whole room a sort of unearthly glow. The Jedi, with their trailing robes, looked as though they were gliding from place to place rather than walking. They were all framed in the warm light, regal and divine. It made the hair on the back of Flint’s neck stand on end.
“This is really something,” he said, continuing to gawk at the room, his mouth hanging low enough to cat passing flies. He’d never seen anywhere so impressive in all of his life. It was otherworldly, unlike the terribly messy excuse for house that his family called home.
“Is everywhere here like this?” he asked, looking back down at his new-found acquaintance.