02-02-2009, 02:14 AM
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Sorry, mate. Failed again. x.x Should be back on schedule now, though!
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“The humans sure managed to come up with some crazy and interesting things,” he commented. Ehno tried to picture the smashed jet whole and soaring through the skies. It was a peculiar image in his mind, partially because he based the image off the few pictures he had previously seen, and partially because he still wasn’t sure how these vehicles made their way through the air either. And just how high up did they go? This damage didn’t result from a fall from only a few feet in the air.
The gray-hued female’s suggestion pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled, a similar light of excitement entering his eyes. “That’s a great idea.” He peered around the interior of the jet, more curious now that he had someone to explore with. The darkness thickened the farther away from the door he looked, perforated only by small shafts of light scattered randomly about that poured in from holes of various sizes in the plane’s hull. Together with the light coming in from the gaping hole they entered from, the shafts of light gave the interior of the plane an overall dim lighting that almost seemed to call out to the adventurers. Ehno was intrigued by the atmosphere of the place, its mysterious ruin beckoning him to take a closer look. His amber gaze wandered back to Geneva, and he suddenly wondered if she felt the same pull.
The Italian boy eagerly stepped into the crashed jet, motioning excitedly for her to follow. It was another little adventure and he always felt that adventures were more fun with other people. He ventured a few steps farther into the old plane, pushing aside one of the broken cargo crates with his foot. Something rattled within the damaged crate as he pushed it. When it came to a halt, the offending object slipped through the large jagged hole in the side of the crate, rolling noisily into the dark corner of the jet. A ‘thunk’ signaled the object’s collision with something farther in. The silence that followed the echoed rolling of the object seemed almost palpable. “Whoops.” Ehno turned to Geneva, grinning slightly. Typical Ehno behavior.
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“The humans sure managed to come up with some crazy and interesting things,” he commented. Ehno tried to picture the smashed jet whole and soaring through the skies. It was a peculiar image in his mind, partially because he based the image off the few pictures he had previously seen, and partially because he still wasn’t sure how these vehicles made their way through the air either. And just how high up did they go? This damage didn’t result from a fall from only a few feet in the air.
The gray-hued female’s suggestion pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled, a similar light of excitement entering his eyes. “That’s a great idea.” He peered around the interior of the jet, more curious now that he had someone to explore with. The darkness thickened the farther away from the door he looked, perforated only by small shafts of light scattered randomly about that poured in from holes of various sizes in the plane’s hull. Together with the light coming in from the gaping hole they entered from, the shafts of light gave the interior of the plane an overall dim lighting that almost seemed to call out to the adventurers. Ehno was intrigued by the atmosphere of the place, its mysterious ruin beckoning him to take a closer look. His amber gaze wandered back to Geneva, and he suddenly wondered if she felt the same pull.
The Italian boy eagerly stepped into the crashed jet, motioning excitedly for her to follow. It was another little adventure and he always felt that adventures were more fun with other people. He ventured a few steps farther into the old plane, pushing aside one of the broken cargo crates with his foot. Something rattled within the damaged crate as he pushed it. When it came to a halt, the offending object slipped through the large jagged hole in the side of the crate, rolling noisily into the dark corner of the jet. A ‘thunk’ signaled the object’s collision with something farther in. The silence that followed the echoed rolling of the object seemed almost palpable. “Whoops.” Ehno turned to Geneva, grinning slightly. Typical Ehno behavior.