New Dornalia
24-03-2009, 05:28
OOC: Culmination of a plan I was thinking about doing with Huntaer for a bit.
IC:
Lantau Island, Hong Kong, China, Earth SSR
The relatively wild, rugged sandy beach of Lantau Island, nestled in Hong Kong Bay provided the ideal location for a morning's calisthetics. Mostly undeveloped compared to Hong Kong Island itself, or Kowloon, or the New Territories, it was a place that, despite the Yuppies on it, could be used to live realtively calmly and away from the cares of the world. So Chin Tai-Wong had chosen this place, after his Qiangquan School had been given official status by the Grand Council. It was a place where he could pursue his philosophy of pacifistic brotherhood and gunslinging combat, without much interruption by urban temptations.
Chin was himself going out for a morning jog. The salt spray of HK Bay made for a picture-postcard perfect landscape--one that had captured the hearts of the Englishmen who first siezed Hong Kong from the previous owners, and made it into a Crown Colony, only to lose it first to the Japanese, then finally to the Chinese in 1997, who got their land back. The smell, the winds....it put one at peace indeed.
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Alas, that peace tended to terminate when Chin entered his office. He resented having to do business behind a desk, so he didn't really have one--but still, business was business, and as such, the Master of the On Coeng Lung Zi--the Serene Dragon Temple, the Jerusalem of the Qiangquan School, a name concocted in Cantonese (OOC: Cantonese phrasing here may be hideously inaccurate. Please TG me if I made mistakes!), had to do housekeeping not only for the temple's accounts, but indeed for the whole of the School, Central Committees and all, be it ideological or organizational.
As such, he turned on the TV, and began composing some documents and wrote some briefs for the faithful, after making obseciance to the Buddha and a statue of Guan Yu, traditionally revered as a Herculean figure who defended justice by the people of Hong Kong. He had learned to be calm and focused over the years, though his time in the Magical lands with Batov had changed him somewhat.
Then, Vorman's speech came on, and he was suddenly gripped with concern....not fear, but a nagging concern...and a feeling that the TV was staring at him.
IC:
Lantau Island, Hong Kong, China, Earth SSR
The relatively wild, rugged sandy beach of Lantau Island, nestled in Hong Kong Bay provided the ideal location for a morning's calisthetics. Mostly undeveloped compared to Hong Kong Island itself, or Kowloon, or the New Territories, it was a place that, despite the Yuppies on it, could be used to live realtively calmly and away from the cares of the world. So Chin Tai-Wong had chosen this place, after his Qiangquan School had been given official status by the Grand Council. It was a place where he could pursue his philosophy of pacifistic brotherhood and gunslinging combat, without much interruption by urban temptations.
Chin was himself going out for a morning jog. The salt spray of HK Bay made for a picture-postcard perfect landscape--one that had captured the hearts of the Englishmen who first siezed Hong Kong from the previous owners, and made it into a Crown Colony, only to lose it first to the Japanese, then finally to the Chinese in 1997, who got their land back. The smell, the winds....it put one at peace indeed.
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Alas, that peace tended to terminate when Chin entered his office. He resented having to do business behind a desk, so he didn't really have one--but still, business was business, and as such, the Master of the On Coeng Lung Zi--the Serene Dragon Temple, the Jerusalem of the Qiangquan School, a name concocted in Cantonese (OOC: Cantonese phrasing here may be hideously inaccurate. Please TG me if I made mistakes!), had to do housekeeping not only for the temple's accounts, but indeed for the whole of the School, Central Committees and all, be it ideological or organizational.
As such, he turned on the TV, and began composing some documents and wrote some briefs for the faithful, after making obseciance to the Buddha and a statue of Guan Yu, traditionally revered as a Herculean figure who defended justice by the people of Hong Kong. He had learned to be calm and focused over the years, though his time in the Magical lands with Batov had changed him somewhat.
Then, Vorman's speech came on, and he was suddenly gripped with concern....not fear, but a nagging concern...and a feeling that the TV was staring at him.