Hey, no reason to call yourself dumb over that. There's a big difference between dumb and forgetful ^_^
It seems we chose our majors for the same kind of reason! I'm not a talented enough artist to do anyhthing art-wise, and I'm not good enough with numbers to be an engineer, so I split the difference and chose architecture. Let other people do all the fancy numbers for me!~ =D
A lot of the people I work with are your age exactly, so I guess that's another reason I never really considered myself that old... When I'm working all day with 20/21 year olds, and then hanging out after work with them, it keeps me feeling young. I'm basically over the hill though. I mean, I'm almost 30, which is almost 60. It's nothing but downhill from here.
I WAS asleep though, just woke up, Probably could've slept longer, but I don't like sleeping in too late on weekend... makes me feel like I'm wasting my time off, even if all I do with it is sit around being lazy.
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Vincent walked towards the room once he heard the soft voice of the princess. He stood in the door way and leaned to the frame, looking towards the bed and finding her there. He crossed his arms and stared at her. “No more slamming doors in my face, and no more running. Are we clear on that?” He stooped his shoulders and moved to stare at the ground, but caught himself. Confidence here, that was important. He was a conqueror.
Her room was nice, well decorated. It reminded him of the Palace Ships he had often had the pleasure of boarding… lots of rich travelers with a lot of belongings to procure. But those were all for show… imitation luxury to travel abroad in space. This was real, all of it. If you scratched at the marble, you’d only hit rock: nothing cheap underneath, not some cladding. But could the same be said of the princess? What was her true mettle?
“Now, you seem complacent. That’s good. I’d hate to ruin that pretty face by roughing you up.” He took a few steps closer to her, standing across and staring her down. He noticed the bag she carried, laughing softly. “I’ll give you some time. Gather your things. Come on…” he swept his hand towards her and snapped, impatient. “Get to your feet. Can’t you see this is me being nice to you?”
Her room was nice, well decorated. It reminded him of the Palace Ships he had often had the pleasure of boarding… lots of rich travelers with a lot of belongings to procure. But those were all for show… imitation luxury to travel abroad in space. This was real, all of it. If you scratched at the marble, you’d only hit rock: nothing cheap underneath, not some cladding. But could the same be said of the princess? What was her true mettle?
“Now, you seem complacent. That’s good. I’d hate to ruin that pretty face by roughing you up.” He took a few steps closer to her, standing across and staring her down. He noticed the bag she carried, laughing softly. “I’ll give you some time. Gather your things. Come on…” he swept his hand towards her and snapped, impatient. “Get to your feet. Can’t you see this is me being nice to you?”
<Server error apparently made the above response double-post. Yayyy. But I'll use this to point out I've put a placeholder picture now, which I'll update once I have the real one>
D'aw, way to make me feel super old now =[
Lol, but really, I'm 26. I went to school for architecture, and that's pretty much led me to where I am today. I had always wanted to be an architect, as far back as I can remember. But, good jobs in the field (especially when you're just starting out) are hard to come by. I got lucky working where I'm at now, which is basically using an architecture program to make 3D models.
Human Resources Management, eh? That sounds pretty interesting, if it is what I think it is. I've always really liked the HR people at the places I've worked. And I LOVED being a student, I want to go back and just learn but don't really have the money. Bills to pay and all that.
To keep this fun OOC chat going, what's your favorite show? Kind of music? Have any pets?
I am in complete agreement! Kind of hard to avoid it at this point XD
Lol, but really, I'm 26. I went to school for architecture, and that's pretty much led me to where I am today. I had always wanted to be an architect, as far back as I can remember. But, good jobs in the field (especially when you're just starting out) are hard to come by. I got lucky working where I'm at now, which is basically using an architecture program to make 3D models.
Human Resources Management, eh? That sounds pretty interesting, if it is what I think it is. I've always really liked the HR people at the places I've worked. And I LOVED being a student, I want to go back and just learn but don't really have the money. Bills to pay and all that.
To keep this fun OOC chat going, what's your favorite show? Kind of music? Have any pets?
I am in complete agreement! Kind of hard to avoid it at this point XD
Is that the Will Smith movie with his son? I've never seen it, but I heard it was good. You made it sound sad >.>
For my work, I do 3D modeling. Not like the fun, artsy 3D modeling... it's more like engineering/architecture related. I actually enjoy it a lot, not something I ever thought I would do but I took to it really well.
How about yourself? Do you work, go to school (and what for?), or both?
For my work, I do 3D modeling. Not like the fun, artsy 3D modeling... it's more like engineering/architecture related. I actually enjoy it a lot, not something I ever thought I would do but I took to it really well.
How about yourself? Do you work, go to school (and what for?), or both?
Vincent fell backwards as the door slammed in his face, landing squarely on the ground. Typical. Spoiled princess doesn’t even extend the common courtesy to get kidnapped. He rubbed his aching face for a moment before standing and dusting himself off. This place looked immaculate, how was there so much dust?
It had only been a few moments seeing her, but the picture they’d been provided with checked out: it had definitely been the princess, not a chambermaid or some other servant. But the picture didn’t do her justice… she was definitely from royal stock.
Oh well. He placed his hand flat on the door… it was rather solid. He knocked again, sighing slightly. “Open up. Nobody is dead. He’s just knocked out.” He looked to the body and shrugged. Well, he was probably alive… it was only a tranquilizer. He shuddered to think what would happen if more guardsmen showed up though. There would definitely be a body count then, and he wouldn’t be caught off-guard like the last time. But the room in a basement… this was hardly ideal. They could easily get trapped down here. He waited for the princess to open the door, but there was no response. She didn’t hear him, didn’t believe him, or didn’t care. He honestly didn’t care which it was.
Maybe the ease of this all had gotten to him, but now it was like a switch had been flipped. He was no longer complacent with this job… they weren’t guests, they were criminals. This life wasn’t for him, this luxury… And she was a girl. One girl. Any merchant or traveler that saw a ship flying Vincent’s colors was terrified, and this girl had the nerve to slam a door in his face. She’d live to regret it, but only because they had been hired to kidnap her, not kill. The state of her once she was abducted, though… He smiled. She’d pay for the insult, in some way. Throwing her in his ship’s brig for even a moment would probably be torture for her, and he relished the thought of her reaction to it. She’d learn why he was feared.
He took a step back, sizing up the door again, and readied himself. He wound up and kicked it solidly, splintering it with his steel-toed boot, but it still hung loosely on its hinges. He kicked once more and the door buckled, falling into the princess’ room with a shattering crash. He calmly placed his hands in his pockets and took a step into the room, standing on the ruined door. Splinters littered the ground, which was almost a shame… the room seemed so pristine, and pleasant. “You could’ve just let me in, you know,” he called out, letting his voice fill the chambers. “We’d be sitting on that comfortable looking couch, or the chairs… Just having a friendly chat.” He gestured to the furniture of the living area as he took a few steps further into the room. “We still can, I suppose… just with a little less privacy.” He kicked his foot backwards a few times, tapping the door on the ground with his heel. “Your alarm has been turned off. Your escape route is closed. Your panic room is locked. Don’t make this hard on yourself.”
He scanned the room for her, looking left to right, taking a mental picture. He noticed the door to the bedroom and walked towards it, carefully. Hell, she might be armed. The thought only gave him a moment’s pause… this could get exciting. A grin crept across his face.
It had only been a few moments seeing her, but the picture they’d been provided with checked out: it had definitely been the princess, not a chambermaid or some other servant. But the picture didn’t do her justice… she was definitely from royal stock.
Oh well. He placed his hand flat on the door… it was rather solid. He knocked again, sighing slightly. “Open up. Nobody is dead. He’s just knocked out.” He looked to the body and shrugged. Well, he was probably alive… it was only a tranquilizer. He shuddered to think what would happen if more guardsmen showed up though. There would definitely be a body count then, and he wouldn’t be caught off-guard like the last time. But the room in a basement… this was hardly ideal. They could easily get trapped down here. He waited for the princess to open the door, but there was no response. She didn’t hear him, didn’t believe him, or didn’t care. He honestly didn’t care which it was.
Maybe the ease of this all had gotten to him, but now it was like a switch had been flipped. He was no longer complacent with this job… they weren’t guests, they were criminals. This life wasn’t for him, this luxury… And she was a girl. One girl. Any merchant or traveler that saw a ship flying Vincent’s colors was terrified, and this girl had the nerve to slam a door in his face. She’d live to regret it, but only because they had been hired to kidnap her, not kill. The state of her once she was abducted, though… He smiled. She’d pay for the insult, in some way. Throwing her in his ship’s brig for even a moment would probably be torture for her, and he relished the thought of her reaction to it. She’d learn why he was feared.
He took a step back, sizing up the door again, and readied himself. He wound up and kicked it solidly, splintering it with his steel-toed boot, but it still hung loosely on its hinges. He kicked once more and the door buckled, falling into the princess’ room with a shattering crash. He calmly placed his hands in his pockets and took a step into the room, standing on the ruined door. Splinters littered the ground, which was almost a shame… the room seemed so pristine, and pleasant. “You could’ve just let me in, you know,” he called out, letting his voice fill the chambers. “We’d be sitting on that comfortable looking couch, or the chairs… Just having a friendly chat.” He gestured to the furniture of the living area as he took a few steps further into the room. “We still can, I suppose… just with a little less privacy.” He kicked his foot backwards a few times, tapping the door on the ground with his heel. “Your alarm has been turned off. Your escape route is closed. Your panic room is locked. Don’t make this hard on yourself.”
He scanned the room for her, looking left to right, taking a mental picture. He noticed the door to the bedroom and walked towards it, carefully. Hell, she might be armed. The thought only gave him a moment’s pause… this could get exciting. A grin crept across his face.
Lol, working on the picture, I swear! I have a friend who went to school for animation, I'm having him draw something up for me since I wanna have something unique.
As far as work, it was rather dull... spent the entire second half of my day in a meeting -.- and it's continuing tomorrow morning. Since you'll be reading this in the morning, how was your night? lol
I spent mine watching Ghost in the Shell. Been on a kick with it recently... I watched the second season of the show, the original movie, Solid State Society, and now I'm watching the first season of the show... y'know, because things out of order is awesome.
As far as work, it was rather dull... spent the entire second half of my day in a meeting -.- and it's continuing tomorrow morning. Since you'll be reading this in the morning, how was your night? lol
I spent mine watching Ghost in the Shell. Been on a kick with it recently... I watched the second season of the show, the original movie, Solid State Society, and now I'm watching the first season of the show... y'know, because things out of order is awesome.
Vincent had passed multiple servants as he had descended towards the basement; they had all ignored him. It made him chuckle, really. They had put a lot more faith in him than he had ever expected to keep up his end of the bargain. He stared over his shoulder at the men following him… if he hadn’t joined them for this, they’d be having a field day right now. He started to simply admire the place like a guest. After all, he had been invited. He ran his hand to the clasp of his mantle and rubbed it gently, straightening the garment on his shoulders. All of that sneaking… he imagined he hardly looked put together. He stopped at a mirror to admire himself, check for dirt on his clothes… make sure everything was in order. What did a royal kidnapper look like, actually? Did he fit the part? He got careless.
One of the princess’ royal guard rounded a corner. Evidently they were the only ones that were out of the loop. Before Vincent had even realized there was any danger he had drawn a laser pistol and was leveling it towards the group of invaders. He froze; the man had him, dead to rights. He watched the guard’s hand, waiting to see any jerk on the trigger, the perfect moment to dodge. “Who are you?!” barked the guardsman, his command echoing through the hall.
A shot rang, near silent. Vincent simply noticed the slight buzz past his ear before the guard dropped to the ground. “They weren’t to be harmed,” he growled, glaring behind himself.
“Just a tranq dart, sir,” said the man closest to him, averting his gaze and staring to the ground. Vincent sighed and continued towards the door he knew was the princess’. He contemplated simply kicking it in, raising his leg and preparing; after all, realism was key, right?
He thought better of it and let his foot down, knocking gently on the door. If the racket that breaking the wall caused, and the guard’s shout, hadn’t alerted anyone else he did not want to make any more noise. Not before they were holding their hostage.
“Princess,” he cooed. “You’re needed outside.”
One of the princess’ royal guard rounded a corner. Evidently they were the only ones that were out of the loop. Before Vincent had even realized there was any danger he had drawn a laser pistol and was leveling it towards the group of invaders. He froze; the man had him, dead to rights. He watched the guard’s hand, waiting to see any jerk on the trigger, the perfect moment to dodge. “Who are you?!” barked the guardsman, his command echoing through the hall.
A shot rang, near silent. Vincent simply noticed the slight buzz past his ear before the guard dropped to the ground. “They weren’t to be harmed,” he growled, glaring behind himself.
“Just a tranq dart, sir,” said the man closest to him, averting his gaze and staring to the ground. Vincent sighed and continued towards the door he knew was the princess’. He contemplated simply kicking it in, raising his leg and preparing; after all, realism was key, right?
He thought better of it and let his foot down, knocking gently on the door. If the racket that breaking the wall caused, and the guard’s shout, hadn’t alerted anyone else he did not want to make any more noise. Not before they were holding their hostage.
“Princess,” he cooed. “You’re needed outside.”
Name: Vincent Darrow
Age: 25
Looks: <picture TBD; in the meantime... here's a placeholder.>
History: The only child of his mother, and heir to her pirate fleet... if he could ever claim it. He grew up surrounded by outlaws and scoundrels, and it influenced him greatly: even his mother was hardly a role model. He never knew his father, but that had suited his mother just fine. His mother didn't even know the man; 'some fling' is all she would ever say. When he turned 18, she gave him a handful of ships and men who were loyal enough to that they wouldn't mutiny. Then she cut ties with him forever, saying he was on his own. He took to piracy like a fish to water, and as stories of his success came back to her she would always swell with pride... but never let it show.
As his fame grew, so did his fleet: brigands would seek him out, adding their might to his own. A larger fleet meant more risk, and larger jobs. They took control of a small abandoned asteroid mine, and it grew to a small colony. A colony he now calls home. Policed by his fleet, it was as safe a place as any 'civilized' corner of the galaxy, if a bit more lawless.
Age: 25
Looks: <picture TBD; in the meantime... here's a placeholder.>
History: The only child of his mother, and heir to her pirate fleet... if he could ever claim it. He grew up surrounded by outlaws and scoundrels, and it influenced him greatly: even his mother was hardly a role model. He never knew his father, but that had suited his mother just fine. His mother didn't even know the man; 'some fling' is all she would ever say. When he turned 18, she gave him a handful of ships and men who were loyal enough to that they wouldn't mutiny. Then she cut ties with him forever, saying he was on his own. He took to piracy like a fish to water, and as stories of his success came back to her she would always swell with pride... but never let it show.
As his fame grew, so did his fleet: brigands would seek him out, adding their might to his own. A larger fleet meant more risk, and larger jobs. They took control of a small abandoned asteroid mine, and it grew to a small colony. A colony he now calls home. Policed by his fleet, it was as safe a place as any 'civilized' corner of the galaxy, if a bit more lawless.
It happens! I've been busy all night and have to head to bed. I'll have a character sheet up asap!
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