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Journey To Koroton.
3 Characters Here
Kal Jerico [2] A handsome mercenary bodyguard.
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Ezra Columbine [0] His names actually Ezra Vetrov* not Columbine
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Ezra woke up in his room chamber, floating again. Sometimes the gravity in the cambers would go off, and passengers would wake up on the ceiling. He shook his head out, curled up in the fetal pushing, hugging a pillow.
He had goose bumps, it was unusually cold. He quivered and pressed his face into the pillow.
"5 more minutes..." he said quietly. They had to be woken up for breakfast each morning, Ezra hated the times.
It was about 6 am. He quivered again, and his fingers twitched as cold air hit him. "Air conditioners must be on" he shook his head, still with his face pressed deep into the pillow.
Before he knew it, there was a knock on his room chambers door. "Ezra. Wake up" a thundering voice said, one of hr husky guards. "Yeah... got it" Ezra yawned and pulled his face out of his pillow.
He shook his head again and threw the pillow away from him. Only in his boxers and a black V-neck, he pressed his feet to the wall, and pushed off towards his closet, just gliding. He got dressed quickly, floating around the room,
into black skinny jeans and an extra large shirt that went down to his knees. He felt lazy that day, didn't feel like getting all dressed up. He looked out the window that couldn't be opened.
Stars, stars, and more stars was all that could be seen.
but it was beautiful. It was peaceful. He wanted to stay there for a while longer...
with no distractions.
He pushed himself over to the door and grabbed onto it so he wouldn't float anymore. He grabbed his red
sunglasses off a table and slid them on. His hair was messy but his didn't mind.
He opened the door and stepped out of his room, where it took him a moment to adjust to gravity.
"Morning Ezra" a young girl smiled walking past him in the direction of the dining room.
"Hi" he waved his fingers and yawned, closing the door.
The ships operators would fix the gravity situation later.
He walked to extremely large dining room lazily, scratching the back of his head.
Each sets of eating tables were chosen by age groups.
Different ages would sit at different table groups with each other.
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Ezra sneezed and walked to the 15-30 group and sat down at one of the tables. He placed his arms on the table and layed his head in them. 'Wonder how close we are to the planet... whatever the hell its called' he thought.
He had goose bumps, it was unusually cold. He quivered and pressed his face into the pillow.
"5 more minutes..." he said quietly. They had to be woken up for breakfast each morning, Ezra hated the times.
It was about 6 am. He quivered again, and his fingers twitched as cold air hit him. "Air conditioners must be on" he shook his head, still with his face pressed deep into the pillow.
Before he knew it, there was a knock on his room chambers door. "Ezra. Wake up" a thundering voice said, one of hr husky guards. "Yeah... got it" Ezra yawned and pulled his face out of his pillow.
He shook his head again and threw the pillow away from him. Only in his boxers and a black V-neck, he pressed his feet to the wall, and pushed off towards his closet, just gliding. He got dressed quickly, floating around the room,
into black skinny jeans and an extra large shirt that went down to his knees. He felt lazy that day, didn't feel like getting all dressed up. He looked out the window that couldn't be opened.
Stars, stars, and more stars was all that could be seen.
but it was beautiful. It was peaceful. He wanted to stay there for a while longer...
with no distractions.
He pushed himself over to the door and grabbed onto it so he wouldn't float anymore. He grabbed his red
sunglasses off a table and slid them on. His hair was messy but his didn't mind.
He opened the door and stepped out of his room, where it took him a moment to adjust to gravity.
"Morning Ezra" a young girl smiled walking past him in the direction of the dining room.
"Hi" he waved his fingers and yawned, closing the door.
The ships operators would fix the gravity situation later.
He walked to extremely large dining room lazily, scratching the back of his head.
Each sets of eating tables were chosen by age groups.
Different ages would sit at different table groups with each other.
0-5
6-15
15-30
31-50
51-65
70+
Ezra sneezed and walked to the 15-30 group and sat down at one of the tables. He placed his arms on the table and layed his head in them. 'Wonder how close we are to the planet... whatever the hell its called' he thought.
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Morning. Morning were the worst in space. There were no night or day in space and a man had to look at some clock on the wall, set to the standards of Earth's calendar, to know is the Sun was up. My mind drifted to when I had been approached by a mercenary outfit, run by the Van Beckenbauer, to protect prominent members of nobility, aka the rich, on this ship. There was really no choice in the matter, the planet was ruined after all, so Isigned on the job telling myself: the pay was decent.
The low gravity in space caused the body to grow weak, to grow soft, and certain sections of the ship would have the gravity turned off to conserve energy. With my line of work survival depended on quick reflexes, experience, and a strong body; Oh and good tech. Looking at the clock I saw I had almost three hours before breakfast and growled, "Fuck..." My body was not adapted to the new sleep cycle that came with ship life. At least I have a few hours to work out before breakfast and active duty.
With my palms placed flat on the floor, just past shoulder width, I lowered myself slowly to the cold floor of the ship. Pausing as my chest touched the floor as I exhaled some of my breathe. After the brief pause I began pushing back up. It was mindless training this day; repetitive motions of lowing myself to the floor and pressing back to the starting position. Different hand positioning or different elevation of my body would target different locations of my pectoral muscles. This was meditation to me.
The room around me was spartan, bare, which I was grateful for because it gave me enough space to train; exercising or even large enough to keep up on my sword technique. Breathing the fire from my lungs I examined over the few things I did own. Sorting through the first standing locker take an inventory of;
Pausing for a minute I ran my calloused right hand through my hair as I looked from the empty, mesh, laundry bag hanging from the first locker to the next one with hung my olive drab[a shade of green], double breasted, long jacket; the jacket had ballistic mesh woven into it to stop the force of projectile weapons and additional protection on the vital points of the body. The second locker contained my weapons, armor, and other job-related items; I left this locker locked. Snatching up my grooming supplies I head to the wash room.
The steam in the showers was like an autumn fog, thick and muggy. The lengths of the room had 10 shower heads along them and between each shower was a plastic wall; the plastic walls were only three feet high and had a shelf upon them to hold ones cosmetics. The showers here were rather empty. There were four people , 1 male and 3 female, on the right side of the room and two on the left, 2 male. I moved to the back of the left side to stay away from everyone; I did not feel like socializing nor did I recognize any of them.
The world as we, as I knew it was gone. Earth....Earth was polluted and ruined by humanity over the years. How do we expect to survive if the same thing happened to Koroton? My mind wandered along that morbid, negative thinking as I washed my body. It was also this thinking that distracted me enough for a woman to take up the shower stall next to me. It was her words that alerted me to her presence, "Can I use your shampoo? I forgot mine in my room." My eyes immediately shifted to see the owner of that smokey whisper.
She wasn't tall and she wasn't short. Her dark flesh was lean, trim, and graceful like a panther stalking across the nighttime plains of Africa. My eyes immediately made contact with those creamy brown orbs of hers. She was leaning over the three foot wall that separated the two showers. I noticed she was rocking her hips back and forth, thus shaking her shapely butt for those behind her to see; letting me know that everyone else could stare at her, but she was staring at me. A smirk had crept up onto the corner of my mouth as I said, "Sure."
"You got a name?" The dark skinned beauty said as she accepted the bottle.
"Jerico," I would answer as I washed my abdomen.
"Adara...Adara Desjardins." She squirted a large gob of shampoo into her left hand as she spoke. "I'm a mechanic for the Kurtashkin's," Adara continued as she began lathering up her long, curly, black hair. I would just nod slightly and begin to wash my legs.
"Not much of a talker are you?" Adara never turned away from me as she spoke. Shrugging I continued to bathe.
"Come here Jerico. I'll help you with that." I looked over to see Adara motioning me over. That smirk of mine would return as tilted my head to the side to examine her over.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Besides to wash you back?" She giggled and shook her head. I realized she must have been in her forties and was still in amazing shape. "I want a friend." As I turned around she moved behind me; Adara was most likely 5'5''.
"One with a nice butt." I shook my head as I laughed.
Adara Desjardins claimed to be from Louisiana, USA before the mass exodus of Earth. She was a mechanic for one of the biggest Mercenary Companies on the ship commanded by the Russian's, the Kurtashkin. Most would have been a bit afraid of her for making that claim. The Kurtashkin have their own section on the ship and generally kept to themselves. Meaning they are very militant and aggressive. But, Adara Desjardins seemed to be tired of that crowd and made a target out of me; that or she wanted to find a way into the Von Beckenbauer Company. As we went separate ways, meaning me leaving the showers, she would call back to me, "Thanks for the shampoo!" and, "Great ass!" I walked off shaking my head knowing that she would be a problem; hopefully a fun problem.
Returning to my room I began to gear up. Khaki pants, socks, knee pads, boots. I turned to face myself in the mirror and that smirk of mine would return. I admired my lean and chiseled upper body. The vicious scar that ran across my abdomen and the other small stab woulds, or bullet wounds, upon my torso. What really drew the eye was my tattoo....
Which was on my left shoulder.
Pulling on a black t-shirt I throw on my jacket. After buttoning each of the golden skull button up to his chest he strap on his weapons belt. The belt consists of two dueling pistol, a combat knife, three pouches on the left side, two of the right, and two more behind him. Finally he would snatch up his blade and exit his room to head for breakfast and guard duty...
The low gravity in space caused the body to grow weak, to grow soft, and certain sections of the ship would have the gravity turned off to conserve energy. With my line of work survival depended on quick reflexes, experience, and a strong body; Oh and good tech. Looking at the clock I saw I had almost three hours before breakfast and growled, "Fuck..." My body was not adapted to the new sleep cycle that came with ship life. At least I have a few hours to work out before breakfast and active duty.
With my palms placed flat on the floor, just past shoulder width, I lowered myself slowly to the cold floor of the ship. Pausing as my chest touched the floor as I exhaled some of my breathe. After the brief pause I began pushing back up. It was mindless training this day; repetitive motions of lowing myself to the floor and pressing back to the starting position. Different hand positioning or different elevation of my body would target different locations of my pectoral muscles. This was meditation to me.
The room around me was spartan, bare, which I was grateful for because it gave me enough space to train; exercising or even large enough to keep up on my sword technique. Breathing the fire from my lungs I examined over the few things I did own. Sorting through the first standing locker take an inventory of;
- Plain Black T-Shirt(4)
- White Tank Top(4)
- White Button-up Collared Shirt(1)
- Light Khaki Cargo Pants(2)
- Boot-cut Gray Jeans(1)
- Plain Black Dress Pants(1)
- Black Boxer-Briefs(9)
- Ankle-cut Socks(4 pairs)
- Black Dress Socks (2 pairs)
- Standard White Socks (7 pairs)
- Beige Towel (2)
- Beige Washcloth (2)
- Pair of Simple Black Dress Shoes (1)
- Pair of Black and Gray Barefoot Shoes (1)
- Toothbrush (2)
- Toothpaste(2)
- Bottle of Mouthwash (1)
- Container of Body Wash (2)
- Container of Shampoo/Conditioner (2)
- Dental Floss (1)
- Grooming Kit (1)
Pausing for a minute I ran my calloused right hand through my hair as I looked from the empty, mesh, laundry bag hanging from the first locker to the next one with hung my olive drab[a shade of green], double breasted, long jacket; the jacket had ballistic mesh woven into it to stop the force of projectile weapons and additional protection on the vital points of the body. The second locker contained my weapons, armor, and other job-related items; I left this locker locked. Snatching up my grooming supplies I head to the wash room.
The steam in the showers was like an autumn fog, thick and muggy. The lengths of the room had 10 shower heads along them and between each shower was a plastic wall; the plastic walls were only three feet high and had a shelf upon them to hold ones cosmetics. The showers here were rather empty. There were four people , 1 male and 3 female, on the right side of the room and two on the left, 2 male. I moved to the back of the left side to stay away from everyone; I did not feel like socializing nor did I recognize any of them.
The world as we, as I knew it was gone. Earth....Earth was polluted and ruined by humanity over the years. How do we expect to survive if the same thing happened to Koroton? My mind wandered along that morbid, negative thinking as I washed my body. It was also this thinking that distracted me enough for a woman to take up the shower stall next to me. It was her words that alerted me to her presence, "Can I use your shampoo? I forgot mine in my room." My eyes immediately shifted to see the owner of that smokey whisper.
She wasn't tall and she wasn't short. Her dark flesh was lean, trim, and graceful like a panther stalking across the nighttime plains of Africa. My eyes immediately made contact with those creamy brown orbs of hers. She was leaning over the three foot wall that separated the two showers. I noticed she was rocking her hips back and forth, thus shaking her shapely butt for those behind her to see; letting me know that everyone else could stare at her, but she was staring at me. A smirk had crept up onto the corner of my mouth as I said, "Sure."
"You got a name?" The dark skinned beauty said as she accepted the bottle.
"Jerico," I would answer as I washed my abdomen.
"Adara...Adara Desjardins." She squirted a large gob of shampoo into her left hand as she spoke. "I'm a mechanic for the Kurtashkin's," Adara continued as she began lathering up her long, curly, black hair. I would just nod slightly and begin to wash my legs.
"Not much of a talker are you?" Adara never turned away from me as she spoke. Shrugging I continued to bathe.
"Come here Jerico. I'll help you with that." I looked over to see Adara motioning me over. That smirk of mine would return as tilted my head to the side to examine her over.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Besides to wash you back?" She giggled and shook her head. I realized she must have been in her forties and was still in amazing shape. "I want a friend." As I turned around she moved behind me; Adara was most likely 5'5''.
"One with a nice butt." I shook my head as I laughed.
Adara Desjardins claimed to be from Louisiana, USA before the mass exodus of Earth. She was a mechanic for one of the biggest Mercenary Companies on the ship commanded by the Russian's, the Kurtashkin. Most would have been a bit afraid of her for making that claim. The Kurtashkin have their own section on the ship and generally kept to themselves. Meaning they are very militant and aggressive. But, Adara Desjardins seemed to be tired of that crowd and made a target out of me; that or she wanted to find a way into the Von Beckenbauer Company. As we went separate ways, meaning me leaving the showers, she would call back to me, "Thanks for the shampoo!" and, "Great ass!" I walked off shaking my head knowing that she would be a problem; hopefully a fun problem.
Returning to my room I began to gear up. Khaki pants, socks, knee pads, boots. I turned to face myself in the mirror and that smirk of mine would return. I admired my lean and chiseled upper body. The vicious scar that ran across my abdomen and the other small stab woulds, or bullet wounds, upon my torso. What really drew the eye was my tattoo....
Which was on my left shoulder.
Pulling on a black t-shirt I throw on my jacket. After buttoning each of the golden skull button up to his chest he strap on his weapons belt. The belt consists of two dueling pistol, a combat knife, three pouches on the left side, two of the right, and two more behind him. Finally he would snatch up his blade and exit his room to head for breakfast and guard duty...
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[Dude. I feel like a shit writer now, that post is amazing. Seriously, your a really damn good writer. Nice detail, no wonder it took a while]
Ezra sat silently, waiting for the food to be served. The room was mostly quiet, except for the children's table;
Which was always loud. He picked his head up from his arms and yawned, stretching out.
"Excuse me" a short girl in front of me said. He blinked a few times ,then looked over at her.
She had pale skin, was about 5'3, really short. But she looked about Ezras age, 16. "Um, hi" Ezra sighed, leaning
over the table. He folded his hands. "Tech support what can I help you with" he joked without showing emotion.
The young girl giggled and sat down in front of him, on the other side of the table.
She had faded purple hair, dark brown roots showed very clearly. Her eyes fluttered to him, almost flirtatious.
"I don't mean to sound like a stalker or anything but, whenever I see you, your wearing those red glasses." she pointed.
"And?" Ezra sighed, clearly uninterested in where the conversation was going.
"Can you take them off for me?" she asked simply. "I'm sorry, that's probably a weird question..." she smiled bashfully and looked away. "Not really" Ezra shrugged. He yawned again and took them off.
He had almost glowing emerald eyes, a solid shining green color, with what seemed like dark green and black pigments.
As soon as she saw them, her eyes lit up. "Your eyes are really pretty.. I mean like, hot, I mean um" the girl blushed brightly.
It seemed to amuse Ezra. He chuckled. "My eyes aren't pretty. But thanks for the compliment" he snickered.
"Yeah" the girl smiled. "Can I wear your glasses?" she giggled.
"Sure?" he handed them to her. 'She's trying to flirt, is she not?' he thought, studying her closely.
She put on his glasses. "How do I look?" she joked and posed.
"Fabulous darling, work it" Ezra joked and blinked a few times. It felt weird not wearing his glasses constantly.
The girl smiled brightly and handed them back to him. "Im Lindsey"
"Cool" Ezra slid his sunglasses on. "Arent you gonna tell me your name?" Lindsey continued to smile, but furrowed her brows in confusion. "No. I don't think Ill be seeing you alot" Ezra sighed and leaned on the table again.
"Well I sure see you a lot" the girl giggled.
"Well that sure means your a stalker" Ezra flashed a sarcastic grin at her, which only made her laugh.
"Your funny" she smiled.
'Im not interested' he thought. "You should probably leave. They're gonna serve food soon, and a tall man named Kal usually sits there" Ezra pointed.
That was a lie.
Although Ezra knew who Kal was, and saw him often, they had never really sat together yet.
Ezra just wanted that girl to leave.
"Oh, ok. It was nice meeting you" Lindsey smiled and stood up. "Yep" he nodded, and watched her walk off, to a different table.
Still in the 16-30 group.
"She needs to up her game if she really wants my company" Ezra sighed and adjusted his glasses.
Ezra sat silently, waiting for the food to be served. The room was mostly quiet, except for the children's table;
Which was always loud. He picked his head up from his arms and yawned, stretching out.
"Excuse me" a short girl in front of me said. He blinked a few times ,then looked over at her.
She had pale skin, was about 5'3, really short. But she looked about Ezras age, 16. "Um, hi" Ezra sighed, leaning
over the table. He folded his hands. "Tech support what can I help you with" he joked without showing emotion.
The young girl giggled and sat down in front of him, on the other side of the table.
She had faded purple hair, dark brown roots showed very clearly. Her eyes fluttered to him, almost flirtatious.
"I don't mean to sound like a stalker or anything but, whenever I see you, your wearing those red glasses." she pointed.
"And?" Ezra sighed, clearly uninterested in where the conversation was going.
"Can you take them off for me?" she asked simply. "I'm sorry, that's probably a weird question..." she smiled bashfully and looked away. "Not really" Ezra shrugged. He yawned again and took them off.
He had almost glowing emerald eyes, a solid shining green color, with what seemed like dark green and black pigments.
As soon as she saw them, her eyes lit up. "Your eyes are really pretty.. I mean like, hot, I mean um" the girl blushed brightly.
It seemed to amuse Ezra. He chuckled. "My eyes aren't pretty. But thanks for the compliment" he snickered.
"Yeah" the girl smiled. "Can I wear your glasses?" she giggled.
"Sure?" he handed them to her. 'She's trying to flirt, is she not?' he thought, studying her closely.
She put on his glasses. "How do I look?" she joked and posed.
"Fabulous darling, work it" Ezra joked and blinked a few times. It felt weird not wearing his glasses constantly.
The girl smiled brightly and handed them back to him. "Im Lindsey"
"Cool" Ezra slid his sunglasses on. "Arent you gonna tell me your name?" Lindsey continued to smile, but furrowed her brows in confusion. "No. I don't think Ill be seeing you alot" Ezra sighed and leaned on the table again.
"Well I sure see you a lot" the girl giggled.
"Well that sure means your a stalker" Ezra flashed a sarcastic grin at her, which only made her laugh.
"Your funny" she smiled.
'Im not interested' he thought. "You should probably leave. They're gonna serve food soon, and a tall man named Kal usually sits there" Ezra pointed.
That was a lie.
Although Ezra knew who Kal was, and saw him often, they had never really sat together yet.
Ezra just wanted that girl to leave.
"Oh, ok. It was nice meeting you" Lindsey smiled and stood up. "Yep" he nodded, and watched her walk off, to a different table.
Still in the 16-30 group.
"She needs to up her game if she really wants my company" Ezra sighed and adjusted his glasses.
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Kal didn't know why the dining hall was set up the way it was. Age group separation....But, they have co-ed showers. He let out a sigh as his cool blue eyes scanned the room over. He could see the separation of groups, mostly by military outfit or family grouping. Alright... keep your cool. Don't let anyone test you in the middle of the hall. Everyone is supposed to be working together. He knew his thoughts weren't true. Everyone was out for themselves and it was the survival of the fittest. This brought another sigh out of him as he straightened his shoulders before walking over to the tables, confidence in his stride.
But then he stopped as he watched this young boy, Ezra's confrontation with that poor girl. Tilting his head to the side he couldn't help but smirk. "Thanks for saving my seat." As he walked past poor, little Lindsay he would pat her on the head; giving her a nod. Taking the seat next to Ezra he would examine the teen over carefully. "Well look at you." Kal paused for a moment as he took a peek back to make sure Lindsay had run along. "Up early and already tormenting young girls who have a sweet spot for you." That smirk of his would make an appearance on his face. "And those glasses, really?" He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Kal found himself in a playful mood after the confrontation with Adara; guess the older woman had worked a special charm on the usual dour man.
But then he stopped as he watched this young boy, Ezra's confrontation with that poor girl. Tilting his head to the side he couldn't help but smirk. "Thanks for saving my seat." As he walked past poor, little Lindsay he would pat her on the head; giving her a nod. Taking the seat next to Ezra he would examine the teen over carefully. "Well look at you." Kal paused for a moment as he took a peek back to make sure Lindsay had run along. "Up early and already tormenting young girls who have a sweet spot for you." That smirk of his would make an appearance on his face. "And those glasses, really?" He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Kal found himself in a playful mood after the confrontation with Adara; guess the older woman had worked a special charm on the usual dour man.
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"You got a problem with em?" Ezra sneered. "My eyes don't suit my face, these glasses are comfortable, they go with really anything. I'm going to wear them as much as possible" he licked his teeth and leaned back, crossing his arms.
"I don't care for much of the girls on this ship. They're not really my taste. Her failed flirting amused me though" Ezra smirked.
A waitress came along, handing Kal and Ezra a plate of rice and black beans, spinach, a banana, and some chicken breast.
"Would you two like tea, water, coffee, or milk?" the tall woman asked. "Can I have a cup of oolong tea please?"
Ezra yawned, staring at the woman through his glasses.
"I don't care for much of the girls on this ship. They're not really my taste. Her failed flirting amused me though" Ezra smirked.
A waitress came along, handing Kal and Ezra a plate of rice and black beans, spinach, a banana, and some chicken breast.
"Would you two like tea, water, coffee, or milk?" the tall woman asked. "Can I have a cup of oolong tea please?"
Ezra yawned, staring at the woman through his glasses.
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"Coffee, black." Kal responded to the waitress and looked to his food. Strange kid... at least he'll be good company if he is this talkative. Taking up his fork he begins to pick at his meal; paying attention to the spinach and beans first. Proteins and vitamins were essential to stay healthy, specially on a ship. His attention shifts back to Ezra, "The glasses are fine I reckon. Just, seemed a bit odd to wear them when there is no sunlight."
Idly he ate his food while the soldier in him kept a close look on the room around him. Something seemed wrong, something was out of place and he wasn't sure what it was just yet...
((ooc-sorry I haven't been around. Back now so I made a quick post. Hope to see you on the chat sometime))
Idly he ate his food while the soldier in him kept a close look on the room around him. Something seemed wrong, something was out of place and he wasn't sure what it was just yet...
((ooc-sorry I haven't been around. Back now so I made a quick post. Hope to see you on the chat sometime))
"Its strange to wear lots of layers when the temperature is fine" Ezra shrugged, referring to Kal's jacket and such.
He ate quietly though. He noticed Lindsey staring at him from afar. Shivers ran up his spine, and he tried to ignore her.
His fingers fidgeted on the fork and he cleared his throat. "so what do you do? You like a bodyguard or somethin?"
Ezra asked and wiped his mouth before continuing to eat quietly.
He ate quietly though. He noticed Lindsey staring at him from afar. Shivers ran up his spine, and he tried to ignore her.
His fingers fidgeted on the fork and he cleared his throat. "so what do you do? You like a bodyguard or somethin?"
Ezra asked and wiped his mouth before continuing to eat quietly.
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"It's armored." I'd mutter to Ezta. The boy was a bit of a pain in the ass but it could have been worse. Some of the spoiled brats on this ship were out right demonic. Unconsciously I smirked at that thought. "I am a bodyguard now-a-days." My eyes would spot Adara from across the mess hall staring at me. I watched her smile and turn to continue a conversation with one of the Kurtashkin's mercenaries."Before leaving Earth I was a soldier." I added as I watched a messenger approach the table to offer me a letter; it had the Vetrov family signet upon it. "Whats this?" I asked.
"A message from Lord Vetrov." The messenger bowed and backed away with a smirk on his face. What was that smirk for? I questioned as my thumb popped open the seal. I didn't bother to see if Ezra was watching. I was too curious myself.
Caught off-guard by the letter I felt my eyes blink several times. Breathe in..and out to regain control, to regain focus. My eyes shifted to meet Ezra's. "Well.... seems I am -your- bodyguard-" At the moment I passed him the letter from his father, "and your teacher."
"A message from Lord Vetrov." The messenger bowed and backed away with a smirk on his face. What was that smirk for? I questioned as my thumb popped open the seal. I didn't bother to see if Ezra was watching. I was too curious myself.
Dear Mr. Jerico,
I write to you because the soldiers of my household guard have spoken fondly of your abilities not only with the gun, but also with the blade.Mixed with the general stoicism and discipline you show ever time we have met I have decided to make you an offer. For an increase in pay [to be discussed at a later time] and improved living conditions, you will teach my son the art of fencing. This will include anything else you deem worthy for him to learn to survive in this brave new world. You have been a professional and gentleman in all aspects since we met. With the new life on this ship my time is consumed with politicking and your efforts will be greatly appreciated [not to mention rewarded].
- Lord Eli Vetrov.
Caught off-guard by the letter I felt my eyes blink several times. Breathe in..and out to regain control, to regain focus. My eyes shifted to meet Ezra's. "Well.... seems I am -your- bodyguard-" At the moment I passed him the letter from his father, "and your teacher."
"What?" Ezra asked and sighed taking the letter. He skimmed over it lazily. 'I hate this' he thought. "Dad..." he growled under his breathe then swiveled in his seat to face Kal. "Yes... sir...." he made a crude face at that word and handed back the leader.
'I don't need a body guard. I can handle myself' he thought. 'Dads just never seen me sucker punch anyone before' he thought, it was normal for him to get into fights because of his strange attitude and his often mixed feelings.
He re-adjusted his glasses. "Pfft, fencing" he said under his breathe and pushed his food around, then ate a little.
"What other stuff do I need to learn for surviving or whatever? How to start a fire, how to clean dirty water, how to climb a tree?" he sighed, resting his chin on his hand.
'I don't need a body guard. I can handle myself' he thought. 'Dads just never seen me sucker punch anyone before' he thought, it was normal for him to get into fights because of his strange attitude and his often mixed feelings.
He re-adjusted his glasses. "Pfft, fencing" he said under his breathe and pushed his food around, then ate a little.
"What other stuff do I need to learn for surviving or whatever? How to start a fire, how to clean dirty water, how to climb a tree?" he sighed, resting his chin on his hand.
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A sigh escaped me as I examined the boy, Ezra, over carefully. The kid is scrawny and full of himself. This is going to be a long journey. Another sigh came when Ezra spoke in that yuppie tone of his; he was just a product of his spoiled upbringing. So, I let the boy stew on his own words and the letter his father had sent to me. It was perfect timing, sending the message during breakfast when the two were forced to sit with one another. So I ate more of my meal knowing that in time there was to be little time for peace; Ezra was going to be a problem to watch over.
"Starting a fire, fresh water, how to make camp are all things you will need to learn. There will be more to it than that. For now... run along and enjoy your day. Training starts tomorrow."
and with that I stood and exited the cafeteria; I could feel the eyes of the other mercenary groups on my back.
"Starting a fire, fresh water, how to make camp are all things you will need to learn. There will be more to it than that. For now... run along and enjoy your day. Training starts tomorrow."
and with that I stood and exited the cafeteria; I could feel the eyes of the other mercenary groups on my back.
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