James Posted May 23, 2008 Share Posted May 23, 2008 [center][img]http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/522/vonbraunlogobl9.jpg[/img] [b][i][url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=59043"]Auditions[/url] - [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=58951"]Cast & Crew[/url][/b][/i][/center] [center][img]http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/9978/vboavatarey3.jpg[/img][/center] Zahir examined his suitcase thoroughly. It was rather large and, much to his embarrassment, rather empty. The case had been given to him by his mother upon leaving Afghanistan for America and its age showed. It was a deep brown leather and was worn and faded in several places. The buckles barely clasped together and the zipper had to be awkwardly forced to close. He had laid it out on his single bed the night before and had spent hours pouring over it. It contained a couple of casual outfits as well as two uniforms. The uniforms were new; he'd picked them up the day before from his new employer. Ironically, even these simple bartender uniforms appeared infinitely more expensive than his own clothing. Just as Zahir began closing the case - now satisfied that all was in order - a thick plume of smoke clouded his vision. He could smell an odd mixture of alcohol. It could only be one person. Khalid was Zahir's roommate and had been for several months. The pair had been friends for much longer than that, having chatted on the internet for over a year while Zahir had been studying. Everything had worked to plan; Zahir needed a place to stay in Washington Prime and Khalid had an apartment. Khalid's descriptions had made the place sound grand - a large, clean, American apartment. It sounded like a dream come true for Zahir, who would otherwise have had to settle for God knows what on his meager income. Of course, things had turned out differently. In person, Khalid seemed to be constantly surrounded by an alcohol-induced haze. His apartment was tiny, with damaged walls, leaky plumbing and cockroaches. The hallways smelt like boiled cabbage. At least Zahir had his own room - for this, he was most grateful. When Khalid arrived home early in the morning, Zahir could just close the door to his bedroom and dream of better days ahead. The cloud of smoke had grown and now it seemed that Zahir's entire bedroom was shrouded in fog. He turned around and saw Khalid standing by the doorway. His boxer shorts were carelessly hanging from his hips while he scratched his stomach with one hand. He took a long drag on his cigarette with the other. 'You're [i]still[/i] fooling around with that suitcase, Zee?' Zahir hated those cigarettes. He didn't know what brand they were, but they were particularly offensive. They had a heavy odor that seemingly lingered for hours. 'Yeah, I just want to make sure that everything is perfect,' replied Zahir, turning back to the case. 'You never know, I might get a permanent role or something.' Khalid scratched his head. 'Doubt it,' he muttered. 'Once that first voyage is over, they'll jack up the ticket prices and only the best will get in. You'll probably be back to working at the Pony.' The Prancing Pony. It was one of the bars Zahir had worked at in recent months and it was by far his most steady work. The nature of the work, however, indicated why so few staff stayed beyond a few shifts. Zahir shuddered at the mention of it. He went through his wallet and produced his ticket. This ticket, he thought, was sacred. It was his key to the future. 'What kind of ticket is that?' asked Khalid, his eyebrow raised. 'It doesn't have anything on it.' 'The numbers are what matters,' replied Zahir, with a sigh. 'They just scan them and all of your details appear. Why do you always have to be so negative?' 'Just keepin' it real, Zee. The American Dream doesn't apply to some of us and the sooner we learn that, the better.' And with that, Khalid wandered off into the bathroom. Zahir heard the protest of a rusty tap and the sudden rush of hot water. Khalid hadn't even bothered to close the door; steam rolled out into the hallway. Zahir took one last look at the apartment. He wasn't unhappy to leave it behind, even for a short while. As much as he hated to admit it, though, he was disappointed that Khalid didn't even say goodbye. Landmark 01: Everyday Astronaut[font=arial][size=2][color=#202020][center][img]http://img356.imageshack.us/img356/9516/landmark01md0.jpg[/img][/center] "The Von Braun, Earth's very first space hotel, is due to launch tomorrow morning from the Marr Space Center. The ship's guests and crew are now in the city and will be arriving at the center early in the morning. Shortly after the vessel breaks free from Earth's atmosphere, guests will be treated to a number of celebratory launch events including a [b]lavish party[/b] at [b]Caesar's Palace[/b], the ship's prestigious on-board casino. Even the elusive (and highly secretive) [b]Captain Sorokov[/b] is rumored to be in attendance." [i]Washington Prime News Network (WPNN)[/i] [/font][/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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