[A pause, and a distinct "click" is heard as he shuts off the voice recorder. Then, a few minutes later:]
How interesting, this appears to be some sort of social community of some sort. I wonder, who exactly came up with such an idea? Either way, it does appear to provide some sort of amusement if one has some free time on their hands -- especially considering some of what has been said on a certain number of these entries.
[Perchance an amused chuckle? Because here is one.]
But I guess at least a number of you would venture who exactly it was that speaks these words.
Greetings, those in many "worlds" or elsewhere, I am Treize Khushrenada.
Third Person:
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of water dripping as a single drop -- the sound it would probably register as to one who was a being smaller and inferior to the likes of a human being; no, more specifically perhaps an insect. It could also be the sound of blood dripping at a certain pace, onto another surface; like the sound of rain. Simply put, it was quite one of the many thoughts to occupy him during when he was working on finishing this wonderful piece of machinery known as a Gundam. Quite frankly, it was obvious that when he was placed into house arrest that he would have such time on his hands to further his plans. To him, it was almost as if there wasn't a roadblock in his path -- because honestly there wasn't. There was not anything that could stop him from achieving what he wanted, especially if he put his mind to it.
Except maybe death.
A thin smile raised his lips just a tad at this.
A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, causing him to wipe it with a the sleeve of his white shirt. It was time to take a short break, he reasoned. Then, once his feet were touching the ground again, he walked up to one of the shades from the windows and pulled the cloth aside -- the blinding of the sudden shine from outside cast aside his doubt.
"What a beautiful light."
Treize muttered to himself, for a reason more than one.
Treize Khushrenada [Gundam Wing] 2/2
First Person (entry type):
[Voice]
Now, what is this?
...
[A pause, and a distinct "click" is heard as he shuts off the voice recorder. Then, a few minutes later:]
How interesting, this appears to be some sort of social community of some sort. I wonder, who exactly came up with such an idea? Either way, it does appear to provide some sort of amusement if one has some free time on their hands -- especially considering some of what has been said on a certain number of these entries.
[Perchance an amused chuckle? Because here is one.]
But I guess at least a number of you would venture who exactly it was that speaks these words.
Greetings, those in many "worlds" or elsewhere, I am Treize Khushrenada.
Third Person:
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of water dripping as a single drop -- the sound it would probably register as to one who was a being smaller and inferior to the likes of a human being; no, more specifically perhaps an insect. It could also be the sound of blood dripping at a certain pace, onto another surface; like the sound of rain. Simply put, it was quite one of the many thoughts to occupy him during when he was working on finishing this wonderful piece of machinery known as a Gundam. Quite frankly, it was obvious that when he was placed into house arrest that he would have such time on his hands to further his plans. To him, it was almost as if there wasn't a roadblock in his path -- because honestly there wasn't. There was not anything that could stop him from achieving what he wanted, especially if he put his mind to it.
Except maybe death.
A thin smile raised his lips just a tad at this.
A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, causing him to wipe it with a the sleeve of his white shirt. It was time to take a short break, he reasoned. Then, once his feet were touching the ground again, he walked up to one of the shades from the windows and pulled the cloth aside -- the blinding of the sudden shine from outside cast aside his doubt.
"What a beautiful light."
Treize muttered to himself, for a reason more than one.