i can still make cheyenne [bilal]
The puffy white clouds galloped quickly through the sky currents as glorious chariots riding triumphantly through the sky and banishing the darkness
to the other end of the world; making way for their lord and master, the sun, to sit on the thrown from which it had once been dethroned by the moon
and would be again at the end of the day. It was a clear day like this that made Rory wish that he was yet a child and had no cares in the word so
that he could be awakened by those radiant beams of the day-king caressing his face, but alas he was a man, and men had to wake up before the sunrise.
Especially if they worked for the government.
Rory sat, cross-legged, on his seat, a luminous floating ball of solid light energy, looking back and forth from ten different holographic screens
that were just streaming with information. He had a lot of work to do, if it was hard for someone to notice. His roomy and well furnished home office
that was created to filled with that that emitted from a large glass done at the that took place of the ceiling was made dark by large copper
mechanical blinds. He needed it as dark as possible so that he could see the words that were on his luminous computer screens.
"Yes, Mr. Chairman, that was retrieved ages ago; where have you been?" he said into his earphone that was corresponding to a screen floating behind
the jet black haired male with a man talking, and by the expression of Rory' face one could tell that he didn't want to be bother with the man who
was obviously uninformed, "alright, I will get Illych on that immediately, Have a nice day Mr. Chairman." Rory pressed his earpiece and the screen
disappeared, and the male continued going through all of his work.
His nimble effeminate fingers tapped lightly and quickly on the keys of the floating keyboard as he replied to random and important instant messaging
conversation, some to schedule for a meeting and other just to relax, but in the work of his business everything he was doing stopped, "WHAT THE
HECK!" Rory exclaimed.He was about to throw his keyboard at something, but at that moment all of the screen that he had been working with coalesced
into one giant screen,
"Rory, good to see you up and awake this morning." The voice of a man who appeared on the screen with an ambitious and seemingly false smile on his
face,
"I wish I could say the same to you Sebastian."
"Ha! Witty in the morning, are we? Well, that's good. That means you are more that ready for the job that I have just conscribed you to." suddenly
more screens began to appears with a picture of silver looking key with interesting designs on it, and all the information about it, maps and pictures
of islands and whatnot, "Our satellites have been monitoring world activities and it pinpointed a strange energetic anomaly in the region of the Isle
of Oblivez, that was found to be coming from this key. Now, we don't know what this key is anything of that sort, but anything that can create that
much distortion in such a large area must be taken under governmental surveillance. We need you to retrieve it."
"As you would have been able to see, Chairman Ukake, before you rudely interrupted, I was quite busy with many other trifles, and -"
"I hope you didn't think that this was a voluntary service," he snickered, "no, on the contrary this is quite compulsory. I'll send all the
information that you'll need to you phone." The screen dissipated back to the the several different screen that Rory was working on earlier. The
male sighed and saved all of his work. When he got up the copper blind turned and retracted letting in the sunlight.
Rory walked out of his office and to his closet door. After typing into the code to release the airlock he was transferred to his shirt closer. He had
practice his martial arts earlier that morning and had neglected to put a shirt on after he got out of the shower leaving his pale, lean, muscular
physique exposed to prying eyes. Luckily for him, when he was on camera before chairmen of the state he was only seen from the shoulders up, so his
chest-nudity was not seen.
"Hmm..." he looked through over his meticulously organized, individually glass encased and labeled shirts that were packed upon one another in to
make four solid wall of thousands of shirts, "what to wear, what to wear." he looked around, "computer, shirt 10623, if you don't mind,."
"Yes, sir." his computer replied and at the other end of the closet a glass plate slide out of the well and a shirt that was vacuumed seal as flat
as paper slid out,
"Thank you."
It was a plain, long-sleeved, white shirt, pretty tight, but then again most of his clothes were. He slid the shirt over his ripple pectorals and
abdomen, and he looked down to see the tightness of the shirt cling to his frame. It was almost as if he was not wearing a shirt at all since the
contour of his body imprinted itself on the canvas of the shirt. After a quick trip to the first shoe closet he put on his favourite pair of size
eight leather, pointed toe, dress shoes... he would probably change them later though.
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The trip down the Oblivez was long, but if gave Rory time to read and rest. The male exited the plain anf found himself in Oblivez, Oblivez, the
capital of the city.
The raven haired male had had a car already rented for him. It was a sporty, sleek, red two seater, hover-car. And in no time he found himself at the
entrance to the Nagiomda Cave, "Let's get this over with." He whispered to himself as he began to step into the dark echoing cave.
Sean Tuohy: We were wondering if you would like to become a part of this family.
Michael Oher: I kinda thought I already was.
MY ANGEL IS THE CENTERFOLD
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posted on 9-2-2010 at 10:20 AM
