Post by NOAH ANTHONY HOMEQUEST on Jun 2, 2009 20:42:51 GMT -5
.noah anthony homequest
HAI THERE, I’M NOAH ANTHONY HOMEQUEST. BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME NOAH. I’LL PROBABLY ANSWER TO ANYTHING THOUGH TO BE HONEST. AUGUST 17THIS A PRETTY BIG DAY FOR ME SINCE IT WAS WHEN I WAS BORN; GETTING GIFTS IS ALWAYS A PLUS THOUGH. THIS MEANS I’M TWENTY YEARS OLD, BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT HOW OLD I’M GETTING. I WAS BORN IN NEW YORK CITY, IT’S AN OKAY PLACE BUT NOTHING COMPARED TO WHERE I LIVE NOW SEATTLE WASHINGTON . I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG BUT MY JOB IS PRETTY DAMN AWESOME, YOU’D THINK SO TOO IF YOU WERE UNEMPLOYED COLLEGE STUDENT . IT’S NO SECRET THAT I LIKE GIRLS. APPERENTLY PEOPLE SEEM TO THINK I LOOK LIKE ROB PATTINSON BUT I THINK THEIR CRAZY.
NOW YOU KNOW A LITTLE ABOUT MY CHARACTER I’M GOING TO LET YOU KNOW A BIT ABOUT ME, JACKIE . I’M SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME BEFORE RIGHT? I’M SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THAT’S IMPORTANT. IF YOU’RE INTERESTED MY OTHER CHARACTERS ON HERE ARE JUST NOAH FOR NOW, CHECK THEM OUT. I’VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR FIVE YEARS, I CONSIDER MYSELF A PRO BY NOW. IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO CONTACT ME ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HIT ME UP AT AIM OR PM.
I'm waking up like I'm back from the dead
I'm stepping out and it feels so free
[/i] and had a picture of and eagle on it Sam then looked for a pair of jeans that were his. The person that he was sharing the closet with along with himself certainly did not keep the closet neat and tidy and all their clothing was mixed up and it wasn’t like he labeled his clothes, he could care less if the other solider took his clothes. Finally he found a pair of jeans that was his and after grabbing them he turned an began walking through the barracks halls to the men’s bathroom.
It was not a long walk from his room to the bathroom; he was there in less then a minute. Quietly he opened the bathroom and to his surprise it was empty. But he could have guessed that because of the low amount of activity in the barracks that morning. Sam placed the clothes which he had just retrieved on the towel rack and then started the shower up, this was a normal routine for Sam, the only difference was he had woken up four hours later than usually. Sam stripped down and entered the warm water of the shower. Five minutes later the water was off and Sam stepped out as he grabbed a towel from the other towel rack filled with towel and wrapped it around his waist. Rubbing his eyes as he went to the mirror and took a good look at himself. He looked fine, meaning he didn’t have to shave, good because he certainly didn’t feel like shaving that morning. Sam quickly brushed his teeth, rinsing and spitting and all that jazz and then he was finally ready to get dressed and start out his day.
A yawn escaped from his mouth as he ran his hand through his hair, drying it out as much as he could. Sam decided that today he was going to go get a coffee and then possibly just walk around New York, checking things out, making sure all was right. He did however have stupid therapy later that day. God he hated it so much and he just did not want to go at all. It was pointless to him now; it had been well over four months since it happened. But he had no choice his commander was forcing him to go and if he didn’t he couldn’t go back out over seas when it was time for his unit to ship out again. The twenty three year old walked out of the barracks and made his way through the base. Saying hello to a few soldiers that were on duty that day, poor guys. Although he did stop once to ask a fellow officer about tomorrow plans Sam was out of the base within five minutes of leaving his barrack.
Taking a deep breathe Sam exited the gated base and entered the streets of Manhattan. It had felt like forever since he had walked these streets alone, but it wasn’t like he was afraid, it had just been a lot time. Sam zipped up the zipper on the sweatshirt and pulled the hood of it over his head as he began to make his way to the small coffee shop in lower Manhattan. He took in all the sights as he walked down the streets of New York. To his surprise there were still people on the streets, either though it was warned to all America that the terror at least was at high risk. Sam hated thinking that people in his country needed to be in fear; he wanted this to end so badly. Shoving his hands in his pockets as he further into his walk Sam walked three blocks and he had spotted the small Starbuck. It had been awhile since the boy had been there. Pulling the door open the bell rang rather loud as Sam walked inside the quaint coffee shop.
Of course there were people in there, sipping on their lattes and on their laptops and such. Pulling the hood off of his head Sam let the door shut behind him and he walked to the cashier and waited behind one person who stood in front of him. It was freezing outside and it felt so good to be inside somewhere that was warm. Next moment he knew Sam was ready to order. “I will have a small coffee cream and sugar” Shoving his hand into his pockets he found a ten dollar bill and pulled it out as he waited the lady behind the counter make his drink. As he waited his eyes wandered of course and he just so happened to land on the one and only Charlotte Klien. A smile arose on his face as he heard the cashier saying his drink was ready he then grabbed his drink thanked the cashier and paid her. Receiving his changed Sam glanced over at Charlotte who was sitting there all by herself. Of course he was going to go and talk to her, there was no doubt about that. Walking behind her he sipped his coffee and as he came behind her he opened his small mouth to speak. “So this is where you hang out on your days off” he said sarcastically as he came into her eye view.[/size][/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote][/QUOTE]
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