Lt. (jg) Colton Nathaniel West (colton_west) wrote in kobols_legacies, @ 2008-04-22 21:59:00 |
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Current location: | Viper Pilot Barracks - Avalon |
Entry tags: | ( a completed scene), (c) colton west, (c) rosie shayl, (l) avalon |
Stowing the last of his incidentals into a foot locker, Cole turned and flopped into one of the metal chairs that surrounded the tiny metal table sitting amongst the collection of bunks, photos and gear that the Black Hydras called home. He glanced around the room for a second and with a sigh he came to the realization that this was his home too. After pondering that thought for a moment or two he wasn't sure whether the idea of this new home was exciting or depressing. Still, the silence and solitude was causing some melancholy to slip into his mood.
He stood once more and took off his flight suit for the first time since he'd come aboard the Avalon. Now in his loose black pants and black and gray combination of sleeveless shirts, he reached for his guitar. Taking the beaten black case into his hands gingerly, he slowly opened the clasps. They groaned from age and wear. It was comforting, familiar sound. No matter where he'd gone in his life, Cole had always had his guitar.
Lifting the simple creation of polished wood and passion, he let the case slide onto the floor beside him and cradled the guitar in his lap like a newborn child. He lowered his head and let his hair tumble down, concealing his features. His hands rose, as if animated by some alien force and his voice drifted like a mourning song across the barracks.