ElectronX
15-05-2006, 04:23
The rather plain man in a black suit sitting behind the black metallic desk was Derek, simply Derek. He was a tall man, though lean in build, with short brown hair and hazel eyes, eyes hidden behind a pair of thick sunglasses one could only assume were for protection from the overpowering white light that shone everywhere, but came from no where.
Derek was sitting, simply sitting at the desk that curved around him, significantly wider at one end than the other. He cocked his head. Listening closely for some message just over the horizon of comprehendible audibility. He nodded, as if acknowledging his understanding of whatever message the ghostly source had conveyed.
His hand snapped towards the dark blue phone that lay on his desk. His light skin contrasted sharply against the shadowy indigo the light feared to embrace as he lifted it up to his ear. “Malik of New Mecca, The Conglomerate has need of your services.”
His voice, a congregation of incoherent sounds reverberating instantly through the vast stellar fabric of the universe, perceptible only to the one for which the transmission was meant for.
Derek was sitting, simply sitting at the desk that curved around him, significantly wider at one end than the other. He cocked his head. Listening closely for some message just over the horizon of comprehendible audibility. He nodded, as if acknowledging his understanding of whatever message the ghostly source had conveyed.
His hand snapped towards the dark blue phone that lay on his desk. His light skin contrasted sharply against the shadowy indigo the light feared to embrace as he lifted it up to his ear. “Malik of New Mecca, The Conglomerate has need of your services.”
His voice, a congregation of incoherent sounds reverberating instantly through the vast stellar fabric of the universe, perceptible only to the one for which the transmission was meant for.