Flamingo A1 [morning]
Anakin hadn't gotten much sleep last night.
Well, any.
With a sigh, he sat up in bed and stared at his right arm. The tattooing was barely visible now and the polish had worn off of his nails. He tossed the glove into the trash can with a very small smile of relief, then reached for his datapad.
Obi-Wan was in the middle of negotiations--it wouldn't do to interrupt him with a call.
But Anakin had to talk to someone.
Master,
My first try at being a flight instructor worked out better than I had planned. My students flew simulated podracers on the Boonta Eve track. There was a fair amount of crashing into walls, but some of them show a real flair for flying.
Oh, and Rory flies like you do.
The school has moved us out into cabins for the first part of summer camp. I'm a Flamingo.
Well, not literally.
I'm fairly certain it's a bad thing that I need to qualify that.
Anyway, it's the cabin for the graduates, which has been interesting. Some of the other cabins have been pulling pranks on each other, but we've been unscathed so far. One of my fellow Flamingos decorated the front of our cabin with plastic flamingoes (which are large pink birds if you are too busy to look it up yourself, Master). They are very, very pink. And plastic. And a little tacky. Do you think Master Vos would enjoy a pair?
It's been nice connecting with old friends and meeting some of the new students. One of them, Alec, has let me take his motorcycle and turn it into a speeder bike. Don't look at me like that--I'll be careful.
Parker hates me now Rory got into a huge fight with Parker over me and I'm feeling incredibly guilty Why is there something about me that scares people? I miss you
I hope your negotiations are going well.
--Anakin.
PS: The tattoo finally wore off. Next time, you're the one who has to undergo the amusing native ritual.
Anakin hit send on the transmission, then laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling some more.
[OOC: Open to Flamingoes, if any are about...]
Well, any.
With a sigh, he sat up in bed and stared at his right arm. The tattooing was barely visible now and the polish had worn off of his nails. He tossed the glove into the trash can with a very small smile of relief, then reached for his datapad.
Obi-Wan was in the middle of negotiations--it wouldn't do to interrupt him with a call.
But Anakin had to talk to someone.
Master,
My first try at being a flight instructor worked out better than I had planned. My students flew simulated podracers on the Boonta Eve track. There was a fair amount of crashing into walls, but some of them show a real flair for flying.
Oh, and Rory flies like you do.
The school has moved us out into cabins for the first part of summer camp. I'm a Flamingo.
Well, not literally.
I'm fairly certain it's a bad thing that I need to qualify that.
Anyway, it's the cabin for the graduates, which has been interesting. Some of the other cabins have been pulling pranks on each other, but we've been unscathed so far. One of my fellow Flamingos decorated the front of our cabin with plastic flamingoes (which are large pink birds if you are too busy to look it up yourself, Master). They are very, very pink. And plastic. And a little tacky. Do you think Master Vos would enjoy a pair?
It's been nice connecting with old friends and meeting some of the new students. One of them, Alec, has let me take his motorcycle and turn it into a speeder bike. Don't look at me like that--I'll be careful.
Parker hates me now Rory got into a huge fight with Parker over me and I'm feeling incredibly guilty Why is there something about me that scares people? I miss you
I hope your negotiations are going well.
--Anakin.
PS: The tattoo finally wore off. Next time, you're the one who has to undergo the amusing native ritual.
Anakin hit send on the transmission, then laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling some more.
[OOC: Open to Flamingoes, if any are about...]