Mitchel’s alarm screamed tirelessly, forcing him from his sleep. Groggily he rolled to face it and as he saw the time he suddenly remembered the day. With a wakeful burst of energy he rolled out of bed and onto the floor with only his blanket to pad his fall to the hard wood. Even with the blanket’s padding, his fall resulted in a painful thud; it was four o’clock on what would prove to be the biggest day in his life. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted for a set of clothes his mother had ironed and laid out on top of his dresser the day before. He hopped out into the hall, struggling to walk and put on his pants at the same time. Stumbling into the adjacent bathroom he adjusted his belt, brushed his teeth, and lightly gelled his hair. To save time he had showered the night before while his mother prepared his clothes. Running out of the bathroom he slid down the banister to the first floor, the smell of bacon and eggs permeating the air. He swung into the kitchen where his mother was busy cleaning her breakfast dishes. “Good morning mom,” He said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning Mitch, was that you upstairs just now?” she inquired with a sarcastic glare-over-the-glasses tone to her voice. “Yeah, my blankets tackled me.” He quipped, matching her sarcasm the best he knew how.
“Aha, aha. Your breakfast is there on the table. You better hurry or you’ll be late mister sarcasm.” She remarked over her shoulder. “I know,” he began, taking some bacon in hand and packing some eggs in his mouth, “I’mf hurryin’!” He grabbed a soda from the fridge and ran for the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked, still smiling. He turned around and gave her a long hug. "Bye mom, love you." He said. "I love you too, son. I'll be sure to tune into NGTV, they're covering the launch live here in a bit." Mitchel smiled as he went through the door. "Be sure to record it, I'll want to see it when I come back!" His Mom watched the door swing shut a worried but proud look in her eyes. “Come back safe to me Mitchel, come back safe.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The streets of Ninjago city, where Mitchel had spent the majority of his life, were filled with the waking glory of the metropolis. The sounds birdsong coming from almost every roof or tree, the slow traffic right before the nine o’clock rush, and dogs barking at intruding bugs and long morning shadows. Walking out into the sunlit street Mitchel hailed a taxi. It took a while to finally get anyone’s attention, but as soon as one pulled up he hopped into the back seat. “Where to?” The driver asked in a thick Metolnian accent. “The Royal Center for Aeronautics and Space, and make it quick will ya.” Mitchel replied, handing a few nin more than his fare to the driver. This struck the driver curious, how did he know the fare before they reached their destination unless he’d traveled in the same conditions before… There was, the driver concluded, no good way of finding out. “I get you there in jiffy.”
As they drove Mitchel caught the driver looking back at him in the rear-view. “You work at Royal Center for Aeronautics andt Space, yes?” The driver asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.” Mitchel replied as if it were obvious. “Oho,” The driver smiled, “Then you must to be proudt of the younk man you sendink to moon.” “Yeah, I sure hope I am.” It was Mitchel’s turn to smile. “I too hope he makes us proudt. I to tell you, hope is what makes worldt go roundt. My grandt father wouldt always be sayink,’Vlad, remember that even when thinks seem the hopeless, that not even Hopeless is witout the hope.’ But you need not the hope, you know he will make you proudt, yes?” Mitchel thought for a moment before answering. “You know, you’re right. Why shouldn’t I be proud?” “Why indeed.” Vlad grinned looking knowingly at Mitchel through his mirror. "Why indeed..."
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Mitchel’s alarm screamed tirelessly, forcing him from his sleep. Groggily he rolled to face it and as he saw the time he suddenly remembered the day. With a wakeful burst of energy he rolled out of bed and onto the floor with only his blanket to pad his fall to the hard wood. Even with the blanket’s padding, his fall resulted in a painful thud; it was four o’clock on what would prove to be the biggest day in his life. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted for a set of clothes his mother had ironed and laid out on top of his dresser the day before. He hopped out into the hall, struggling to walk and put on his pants at the same time. Stumbling into the adjacent bathroom he adjusted his belt, brushed his teeth, and lightly gelled his hair. To save time he had showered the night before while his mother prepared his clothes. Running out of the bathroom he slid down the banister to the first floor, the smell of bacon and eggs permeating the air. He swung into the kitchen where his mother was busy cleaning her breakfast dishes. “Good morning mom,” He said, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning Mitch, was that you upstairs just now?” she inquired with a sarcastic glare-over-the-glasses tone to her voice. “Yeah, my blankets tackled me.” He quipped, matching her sarcasm the best he knew how.
“Aha, aha. Your breakfast is there on the table. You better hurry or you’ll be late mister sarcasm.” She remarked over her shoulder. “I know,” he began, taking some bacon in hand and packing some eggs in his mouth, “I’mf hurryin’!” He grabbed a soda from the fridge and ran for the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked, still smiling. He turned around and gave her a long hug. "Bye mom, love you." He said. "I love you too, son. I'll be sure to tune into NGTV, they're covering the launch live here in a bit." Mitchel smiled as he went through the door. "Be sure to record it, I'll want to see it when I come back!" His Mom watched the door swing shut a worried but proud look in her eyes. “Come back safe to me Mitchel, come back safe.”
The streets of Ninjago city, where Mitchel had spent the majority of his life, were filled with the waking glory of the metropolis. The sounds birdsong coming from almost every roof or tree, the slow traffic right before the nine o’clock rush, and dogs barking at intruding bugs and long morning shadows. Walking out into the sunlit street Mitchel hailed a taxi. It took a while to finally get anyone’s attention, but as soon as one pulled up he hopped into the back seat. “Where to?” The driver asked in a thick Metolnian accent. “The Royal Center for Aeronautics and Space, and make it quick will ya.” Mitchel replied, handing a few nin more than his fare to the driver. This struck the driver curious, how did he know the fare before they reached their destination unless he’d traveled in the same conditions before… There was, the driver concluded, no good way of finding out. “I get you there in jiffy.”
As they drove Mitchel caught the driver looking back at him in the rear-view. “You work at Royal Center for Aeronautics andt Space, yes?” The driver asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.” Mitchel replied as if it were obvious. “Oho,” The driver smiled, “Then you must to be proudt of the younk man you sendink to moon.” “Yeah, I sure hope I am.” It was Mitchel’s turn to smile. “I too hope he makes us proudt. I to tell you, hope is what makes worldt go roundt. My grandt father wouldt always be sayink,’Vlad, remember that even when thinks seem the hopeless, that not even Hopeless is witout the hope.’ But you need not the hope, you know he will make you proudt, yes?” Mitchel thought for a moment before answering. “You know, you’re right. Why shouldn’t I be proud?” “Why indeed.” Vlad grinned looking knowingly at Mitchel through his mirror. "Why indeed..."
But Mitchel wasn’t looking at the driver anymore his eyes were trained on the early morning sunlight reflecting off of the windows of various skyscrapers as they passed through the business district of ninjago city. The Royal Center for Aeronautics and Space was across town and this was the shortest way, not that he minded the shortcut. No matter how long he’d lived in the city he was always amazed at the dizzying height of these colossal structures.
Soon they were out of the city limits and into what could easily be mistaken for the countryside had there not been a long barbed wire fence surrounding the estate. The taxi passed a sign which welcomed any coming onto the Royal Center’s campus and was back dropped by the center itself- a towering glass semicircular edifice. The taxi stopped in front of the building and Mitchel got out onto the sidewalk making his way for the doors. Several acquaintances and co-workers on campus wished him luck in various ways before he got to the doors, which slid open when he approached. The lobby that the doors opened into was forty bricks high, second and third story hallways above were only a guardrail away. A receptionist sat behind a curved desk while employees flowed in and out of the facility. Mitchel walked to the desk to sign in only to be met with an unmistakable squeal. “Mitchel! Today’s your big day, huh.” The receptionist said, her eyes wide with happy energy. “Good morning Jay.” He said in mock exasperation. “I’ll go ahead and sign you in, you need to go get ready and get goin’!” She responded, totally oblivious to anything he might’ve said. “And you are clear to go sweet heart!” Mitchel winced at this. “Thanks.”
The walk to his destination was a long one. On this walk, he mused wither or not it was in a receptionist’s job description to endear everybody they meet with honey, or dear, or sweet heart. “Hey Mitch!” A familiar voice brought him back to reality.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
But Mitchel wasn’t looking at the driver anymore his eyes were trained on the early morning sunlight reflecting off of the windows of various skyscrapers as they passed through the business district of ninjago city. The Royal Center for Aeronautics and Space was across town and this was the shortest way, not that he minded the shortcut. No matter how long he’d lived in the city he was always amazed at the dizzying height of these colossal structures.
Soon they were out of the city limits and into what could easily be mistaken for the countryside had there not been a long barbed wire fence surrounding the estate. The taxi passed a sign which welcomed any coming onto the Royal Center’s campus and was back dropped by the center itself- a towering glass semicircular edifice. The taxi stopped in front of the building and Mitchel got out onto the sidewalk making his way for the doors. Several acquaintances and co-workers on campus wished him luck in various ways before he got to the doors, which slid open when he approached. The lobby that the doors opened into was forty bricks high, second and third story hallways above were only a guardrail away. A receptionist sat behind a curved desk while employees flowed in and out of the facility. Mitchel walked to the desk to sign in only to be met with an unmistakable squeal. “Mitchel! Today’s your big day, huh.” The receptionist said, her eyes wide with happy energy. “Good morning Jay.” He said in mock exasperation. “I’ll go ahead and sign you in, you need to go get ready and get goin’!” She responded, totally oblivious to anything he might’ve said. “And you are clear to go sweet heart!” Mitchel winced at this. “Thanks.”
The walk to his destination was a long one. On this walk, he mused wither or not it was in a receptionist’s job description to endear everybody they meet with honey, or dear, or sweet heart. “Hey Mitch!” A familiar voice brought him back to reality.
Okay, first off, I totally said that, and forgot to do it.
Second off, huh?
When I say that it is usually sarcastic. It's my olde fashioned way of saying Whaaat the way Essa does sometimes when you accurately guess where the plot is going.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Okay, first off, I totally said that, and forgot to do it.
Second off, huh?
When I say that it is usually sarcastic. It's my olde fashioned way of saying Whaaat the way Essa does sometimes when you accurately guess where the plot is going.
Oh, okay. I need MOAR to fully be CONvinced I haz guessed properly.
