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Bloody work 
3rd-Sep-2006 04:15 am
He sits alone in this extravagant well-decorated room that has a bit of bore to it as well – the room is painted soiled white. He considers this room to be a secret mental ward made just for him, and him alone.

There of course are random pictures, and silly trophies and diplomas spread out upon the bleached depressing walls. Some of these trophies are placed gallantly upon thick heavy wooden bookcases and file cabinets, and such tables aimlessly about the room.

Giant windows shed some light into the room which really makes it pop out like snow does – God he hates it…

There is table, like an office table pushed against the northern wall, which is his personal prison – he calls it that too. Its bulky and thick with crazy detailed carvings etched into its front side – which only makes him bitch about it…”sissy.” The chair is even worse. Just as bulky but with more etched out details but upholstered in black leather.

Across the room, located on the southern wall, is a fireplace, which he honestly doesn’t understand WHY there is fireplace because it is always hot here.

But the best part of today is the rain! The glorious rain! Not only did the room not shine like snow but also there were no screaming “devil” children out side too annoy him.

Now, he is located upon his “sissy” chair behind his “sissy” desk reading a healthy amount of paperwork – one of the perks of his new job. And he has been reading ever since he got into work this morning about 4 o’clock, and the pages are starting to become a blurring mess of jumbled words and sentences.

Taking his pale hands away from the report – and letting it thump heavily onto the desk top – he messages his temples while closing his light Cerulean blue eyes. A few seconds pass and his eye flicker open with a sense of boredom.

Picking himself up from this prison chair he begins to walk over to the giant widows on the west wall. He passes a full-length mirror and stops – making sure his uniform is still crisp and his black hair still slicked back into a perfect ponytail. After this quick check up, he makes himself comfortable near the window.

Placing his right hand firmly against the glass – he tucks the other hand into his not wrinkled navy jacket - while watching the passing actives outside. The room, which is inside a huge building, is located right outside the harbor. Where pirate ships, and navy ships mingle – because Port Royal is still a forsaken pirate haven with navy ships trying to mange this now.

He gives a quick sneer of arrogance towards the harbor and continues to watch the bustling of people in the heavy beating of rain.
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3rd-Sep-2006 08:53 am (UTC)
“You look bored Draven.” He has perked himself against the opening of the door with his arms crossed firmly and cocked.
3rd-Sep-2006 08:57 am (UTC)
Draven doesn’t move nor turn around, “Than I believe your powers of observation have proven useful for you dear Tarragon. Is that how you address a man of higher stature in rank properly? Or did you trade out manners for a grand observation skill? I would say if you have you had gotten the worst end of the deal. You should go back and retrieve it. I do highly recommend good manners when you are severing in the navy.”
3rd-Sep-2006 08:58 am (UTC)
“I would have thought we were out of proper familiarities by now Admiral…”
3rd-Sep-2006 08:59 am (UTC)
He places his hands behind his back, but doesn’t turn to face Taiven, “What do you want Taiven?”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:00 am (UTC)
He smiles and walks into the room, and slaps down another form of paper work onto Draven’s desk, “I bring you good tidings.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:02 am (UTC)
Hearing the slap of paper meeting desktop he cringes but not noticeable – the cringe is inward. He turns his head lightly over his right shoulder and sneers at the paper, “Good tidings? I never considered you to be a liar.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:02 am (UTC)
“What brings you in such a good mood this afternoon Draven?”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:03 am (UTC)
He refuses to move, “Paper work dear friend.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:04 am (UTC)
“I would believe it comes with the territory of higher rank.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:04 am (UTC)
“It does…” He watches over his shoulder still.
3rd-Sep-2006 09:04 am (UTC)
“I know it pains you but you really must make an effort to move.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:05 am (UTC)
“Shut up Taiven. I believe I give the orders around here.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:06 am (UTC)
He laughs, “Speaking of which, I would think you would be happy with your newest promotion. Not sulking and pouting while looking outside.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:07 am (UTC)
He finally turns around but doesn’t not approach his desk, “I was not sulking,” he makes one of those arrogant faces he is known for, “I was enjoying the rain and the thought of perhaps it creating a flood and drowning people…”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:08 am (UTC)
“Were you now?”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:09 am (UTC)
“Yes,” He still has that look upon his face, “I hate this place, and you know bloody well I do! So stop wasting my time with silly chit chat!”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:09 am (UTC)
“My apologizes.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:09 am (UTC)
“You’re lying. I know you well enough to sense that hidden sarcasm!”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:10 am (UTC)
“It must be that powerful observation going about, huh Admiral?”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:10 am (UTC)
He shoots Taiven a cold look, “Don’t bloody damn sassy me!” Walks over to his desk.
3rd-Sep-2006 09:11 am (UTC)
“About time Admiral Rimington,” watches Draven approach the desk.
3rd-Sep-2006 09:12 am (UTC)
“Hahahaha,” he mocks with a slight tilting of head. He picks up the folder for only a moment and slams it back down upon the table, “Now what is this?”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:13 am (UTC)
“I knew if I annoyed you greatly you would “grace” me with your personal space.”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:14 am (UTC)
Glaring over at his best friend, “Don’t patronize me!”
3rd-Sep-2006 09:14 am (UTC)
“Never Admiral Rimington.”
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