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Nrgjester
Age. 33
Gender. Male
Ethnicity. French/Aussie
Location Waco, TX
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Original Sin, The first Trumpet
Monday. 10.2.06 7:26 pm
The long strip of beach connected the ocean with the shore of Hawaii. Along it glittered the forms of tanned, half-naked bodies. Many couples seemed to worship the suns warmth and power, finding it a relaxing change from whatever their regular lifestyle was. Some young couples in the water had removed all there clothing to have a bit of unbridled, sensual fun, hopefully the animals that inhabited the expanse didn't seem to think a particula piece of flesh as bait.

'Heaven on Earth' exclaimed Luke Vermot through a beaming smile. Stepping out from his veranda he strolled into the shade of a coconut tree, letting sand spread throughout every nook and cranny in his feet. The small beachhouse that he had occupied for the last 3 days was a classic Hawaiin design, made from firm wood essentially but over the years had undergone construction and added a modern feel to it. It had 2 rooms and an extensive kitchen which Luke visited a dozen times a day. From the outside he noticed that a small window had been left open, no matter it would clear the smell of of odours trapped for many months.

Scooping up a towel with his right hand, with his left he strung a loose knapsack to his back which had been filled with snacks, lotion, drinks and some reading "material". He planned to tan his body to perfection over his annual week long holiday, so far it was failing. His skin was a ghostly white, no albino but he only ever turned another colour, a flushed red from anger.

The neon lighting provided by the MBDR to their constructs was considered a standard, even though it irritated the employees it could not be changed. He had frowned upon marriage a long time ago, all except for his marriage to his work. Voluntary shifts were always filled by the eager Luke Vermot, even though they paid nothing he liked being busy keeping his mind off trivial things like love. Working hours for him had begun at 6:00am and usually finished around 12:00am, barely letting his biological clock re-vamp itself.

Pushing the ever so irritating thought of work from his mind he unfolded his beach towel in the air, slowly falling onto the hot sand. Sitting down cross legged Luke loosened the the string of the knapsack, swinging it infront of himself. He pulled a can of Coca Cola out of the dusty, grey knapsack and opened it with a satisfying relief of compressed air. Placing the small can to his mouth the over-worked, under-paid agent let the dark brown liquid slide down his throat, relaxing the muscles in his oesaphagus and quenching his thirst.

Ironically the trademark saying of Coca Cola "makes you feel good" used to live up to its name in more ways than refreshing your thirst. Containg a now illegal substance. It was no wonder the hippies of the 1980's loved Coke, contained within every bottle or can was a small oprtion of cocain. Obviously the government halted the production due to certain harmful circumstances Shame.

Escaping from reality was one of man's many favoured pasttimes along with adultery, war and suggestive music. Luke favoured only Music out of the list, only because it didn't always have negative effects. Gazing out into what seemed an endless sea he remembered what a divinist had once explained to him. Existence.

'Existence is the view of an eager eye into the ocean. Both neverending, baffaling and extremely significant. When viewing existence it can either be a calm, controlled current or a tidal wave of anger, power and hatre leaving no soul untouched. Every human being co-exists as a droplet of water, some in isolated rock-pools, others in thriving underwater communities. Drought or mass terrorism of any kind could destroy everything, but as water evaporates it will return in a blessed way.'

'Deep Huh?' mused Luke, 'Screw deep'

A small black object vibrated inside the sand covered knapsack, along with the vibration came a small, famously known tune, the mexican hat song.

'Shit, Shit, Shit' growled Luke as he forced his hands into the bag, groping for his cellphone. The line that was being used to call him was for dire use only. It had been decided by Luke's superior, Optiva, that noone should disturb his only week long holiday that he would get for the remainder of the year. The direst situation was classified as the second coming. 'Impossible' groaned Luke as he pressed the luminous green answer button and placed the phone to his ear.

'I thought i made it quiet clear to not be disturbed.' snapped Luke into the mouth piece.
'Sorry sir it's an emergency.'
'Second Coming?'
'No sir it's...'stumbled the caler
'well then' replied Luke calmly, 'IT'S NOT A F*CKING EMERGENCY!!!'
'Sir, excuse me, it;s not as bad as the second coming but it may be somewhat significant'

Slapping his forehead he closed his eyes and starting to breath in and out meditatively. Anger management lessons had taught him a few things in dealing with frustrating circumstances, without it he would've already thrown his cellphone into the ocean. A stupid and erradic decision, that would lead to lost information, vital information.

'Sorry Peter what is it?' asked Luke cooly
'The Third bearer has been found...a whore.'
'A whore? Irony is paying us a quick visit i see.'
'Actually, it''s the unborn child of a whore.'

This was bad, not only for LUke but the whole of MBDR would suffer. It would put them back at least 5 years in development. A waste of time, time that they would need to find the other bearers. If Luke rolled his eye at the moment there was the strong possibility that they would'nt come back.

'Where are you?'
'I'm at the Western Australia base, but before you come here Deo wants an audience with you in Melbourne.'
'What's the bastard trying to sell to me this time, stupid preacher.'
'Hell if i know, pay rolls, the universe, woman...same old shit.'
'Keep me updated ok.' pleaded Luke as he hung up on the young missions director. 'To Melbourne'.

2 Comments.


Awesome, I love your layout. ;)
» theZEBRA on 2006-10-02 07:51:10

MBDR.....?

Good stuff anyway. :)
» randomjunk on 2006-10-02 10:55:22

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