Post by Ross Valkyrie on Dec 26, 2014 19:53:36 GMT -5
A plain, everyday cab pulled slowly up to the Main Office of Hammel, wheels crunching on some loose stones baking on the tarmac. After a second's pause, the driver swept out of the vehicle, stepping to the silver boot of the car.
At the same instant, the passenger door of the car clunked open and revealed what looked like a sleep-deprived Dracula. In reality it was just 16 year old Ross Valkyrie - transfer from Kocher. As the six foot boy slithered from the leather interior of the car, he winced at the sudden change of heat - something he'd have to get used to. American heat was going to be a challenge from the young Englishman.
Holding up one pale hand to defend bloodshot eyes from the midday sun, the lad glanced back to the driver. The portly man heaved a deep purple wheelie suitcase from the 'trunk'. 'Jeez, now I've got to learn all the American words for things!' Ross complained inside his mind.
He passed over the fact that virtually anything would be better than the hell of an existence the boy had been dealt upon being whisked to Kocher. Never tell them what you can do. Fragments of memories whirled through his head for a second - life had indeed been an inescapable pit.
The alchemist took one step to the rear of the car, accepting the weighty case. Quickly thanking the cabbie, Ross made his way to the modern entrance of the Main Office. The boy recalled what he had been told - somebody was waiting for his arrival. Be it a student or a teacher, the six-foot lad felt an instantaneous sense of welcome as he took his first step onto Hammel property. Looking around, he saw a stranger leaning against one of the interior walls.
At the same instant, the passenger door of the car clunked open and revealed what looked like a sleep-deprived Dracula. In reality it was just 16 year old Ross Valkyrie - transfer from Kocher. As the six foot boy slithered from the leather interior of the car, he winced at the sudden change of heat - something he'd have to get used to. American heat was going to be a challenge from the young Englishman.
Holding up one pale hand to defend bloodshot eyes from the midday sun, the lad glanced back to the driver. The portly man heaved a deep purple wheelie suitcase from the 'trunk'. 'Jeez, now I've got to learn all the American words for things!' Ross complained inside his mind.
He passed over the fact that virtually anything would be better than the hell of an existence the boy had been dealt upon being whisked to Kocher. Never tell them what you can do. Fragments of memories whirled through his head for a second - life had indeed been an inescapable pit.
The alchemist took one step to the rear of the car, accepting the weighty case. Quickly thanking the cabbie, Ross made his way to the modern entrance of the Main Office. The boy recalled what he had been told - somebody was waiting for his arrival. Be it a student or a teacher, the six-foot lad felt an instantaneous sense of welcome as he took his first step onto Hammel property. Looking around, he saw a stranger leaning against one of the interior walls.
