DrKilljoy
11-07-2006, 11:52 PM
Alright, the start is on a commercial zepplin which makes trips over the English canal. Its full of various passengers who are watching down at the city below. I guess the way you can start is basically the name of the person and a light description.
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Looking down from the zepplin with squinting brown eyes. He studied the bustling city below of Neo London, its various entanglements of mag-rails and other assortments of vehicles smoothly moved along, creating only another speck in the giant wave of moving light throughout the swarm of lights, seeming to resemble a bee's hive. The hum of the zepplin engines both relaxed Quinn while also leaving a constant reminder of where he was and what he was here for. He reminded himself again, firmly squeezing the cold handle of his briefcase which contained a laser bolt rifle, capable of leaving nothing more than a bit of blood and the faint smell of burnt flesh. He pulled his rugged aged hand from the case handle, his reassurence was confirmed and he was satisified, knowing exactly where he was. Leaning back in his chair, he brushed back his short black hair, a bit of grey begining to show at the roots. A sign of age, although his face didn't make out to be older than fourty, even though he was just over the hill. He closed his eyes and sighed lightly as the hum of the engines washed over his ears again.
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Looking down from the zepplin with squinting brown eyes. He studied the bustling city below of Neo London, its various entanglements of mag-rails and other assortments of vehicles smoothly moved along, creating only another speck in the giant wave of moving light throughout the swarm of lights, seeming to resemble a bee's hive. The hum of the zepplin engines both relaxed Quinn while also leaving a constant reminder of where he was and what he was here for. He reminded himself again, firmly squeezing the cold handle of his briefcase which contained a laser bolt rifle, capable of leaving nothing more than a bit of blood and the faint smell of burnt flesh. He pulled his rugged aged hand from the case handle, his reassurence was confirmed and he was satisified, knowing exactly where he was. Leaning back in his chair, he brushed back his short black hair, a bit of grey begining to show at the roots. A sign of age, although his face didn't make out to be older than fourty, even though he was just over the hill. He closed his eyes and sighed lightly as the hum of the engines washed over his ears again.