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fandomhighdorms2006-09-21 09:00 pm
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Roof » Thursday, late evening
The urge was beginning to grow into something that was hard to resist. No longer could Alfons ignore the almost itching feeling in the back of his mind. Sometimes fleeting, sometimes glaring rather persistantly, it wasn't as if he really simply turn his mind's eye to something more imporant. Like, you know, school work. No.
He had to do it.
He had to build something.
The day before his departure from Munich he had met up with the men that made up his tight-knit research group. They had taken up a small collection, enough to have purchased him something they presented at that meeting. Each of them grinning widely, they informed him it was best not to open it until he arrived at Fandom. Ah, and what a surprise it had turn out to been.
That certain something lie in pieces around him as he sat not to far from the door that led to the roof. The pieces were part of a model rocket kit - one the men had assembled themselves. Even if it weren't quite to the scale that he desired, it did the trick of easing the home sickness (and desire to do something more than work with blueprints) inside.
Staring at the sheet of paper containing scribbled out instructions, a small screwdriver between his teeth, Alfons didn't much look like the rocket scientist he truly was.
[ open! because I'm bored and dear Heidi doesn't get out enough. ]
He had to do it.
He had to build something.
The day before his departure from Munich he had met up with the men that made up his tight-knit research group. They had taken up a small collection, enough to have purchased him something they presented at that meeting. Each of them grinning widely, they informed him it was best not to open it until he arrived at Fandom. Ah, and what a surprise it had turn out to been.
That certain something lie in pieces around him as he sat not to far from the door that led to the roof. The pieces were part of a model rocket kit - one the men had assembled themselves. Even if it weren't quite to the scale that he desired, it did the trick of easing the home sickness (and desire to do something more than work with blueprints) inside.
Staring at the sheet of paper containing scribbled out instructions, a small screwdriver between his teeth, Alfons didn't much look like the rocket scientist he truly was.
[ open! because I'm bored and dear Heidi doesn't get out enough. ]