Post by JOHNNY KYLE BOLT on Apr 11, 2015 17:58:15 GMT
"Bolt, time to get up!".
Bolt knocked on the wall, indicating to his mother he was already awake. Today was a very important day. It was his first day as an official WPA Trainee. It took him a year of intense training, both mentally, and physically, which was both exhausting and exciting. Bolt knew he wanted to be in the WPA for as long as he could remember. He remembers making his mother read stories about heroes from all over the world to him and his sister for bedtime stories. He remembers trying to fly like all the heroes in the story when he was eight, resulting in a broken arm, but it was worth it for the point 3 three seconds. But now he wasn't eight, and he was actually in the WPA. Well as a trainee.
Bolt reached forward, turning off the sink water, and looked up into the mirror. At the moment, he wore one of the most professional suits he had, being a white flannel, with a black tie, and black boots. His hair looked decent enough, and there were no bags under his eyes because he made sure to go to sleep early the night before just for that purpose. Bolt was nervous. Extremely nervous. Don't get him wrong, he's extremely excited, it's just..he was nervous, you know?
"Bolt, you ready?"
"Yeah, Mom!" Bolt shouted back, tightening the tie around his neck one last time, before walking out of the bathroom, and out of his room door. Walking through the halls, and into the kitchen, Bolt spotted Penelope sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast, while his Mom stood at the counter, making what looks like pancakes. Usually he dig in, but he planned to get something at the WPA. "Alright, I gotta go. But I'll be back by dinner." Grabbing a box off the counter, Bolt leaned down to kiss Penny on the cheek, and as well as hugging his mother, and kissing the side of her head before grabbing his khaki blazer and heading out the door. Without looking back, Bolt took off down the road which led into town, leading straight to the WPA. A couple minutes later, Bolt was moving through the bustling crowd of the village, making his way to the towering building of the WPA. Bolt swallowed thickly, raising his box over his head, and running through the crowd, and successfully making through the double doors of the WPA.
Bolt looked around in awe as he watched various officers walk through the halls, some with weapons, some without. But all had the same thing: meaning. Bolt grinned happily, as he walked to the counter, and signed in with the lobby girl, before bounding up the stairs to the third floor, and to his office. Pushing through the door, Bolt entered a room with a small desk, with the necessities, some standard equipment, and a small leather couch for guests. It was small, but Bolt liked it. At least he had something. Putting his box down, Bolt spotted a small plaque on the desk, and stuck it on the front of his door. And with that it was official. He was the WPA. A WPA trainee.
ELLEN AGATHA PARR
@james
Bolt knocked on the wall, indicating to his mother he was already awake. Today was a very important day. It was his first day as an official WPA Trainee. It took him a year of intense training, both mentally, and physically, which was both exhausting and exciting. Bolt knew he wanted to be in the WPA for as long as he could remember. He remembers making his mother read stories about heroes from all over the world to him and his sister for bedtime stories. He remembers trying to fly like all the heroes in the story when he was eight, resulting in a broken arm, but it was worth it for the point 3 three seconds. But now he wasn't eight, and he was actually in the WPA. Well as a trainee.
Bolt reached forward, turning off the sink water, and looked up into the mirror. At the moment, he wore one of the most professional suits he had, being a white flannel, with a black tie, and black boots. His hair looked decent enough, and there were no bags under his eyes because he made sure to go to sleep early the night before just for that purpose. Bolt was nervous. Extremely nervous. Don't get him wrong, he's extremely excited, it's just..he was nervous, you know?
"Bolt, you ready?"
"Yeah, Mom!" Bolt shouted back, tightening the tie around his neck one last time, before walking out of the bathroom, and out of his room door. Walking through the halls, and into the kitchen, Bolt spotted Penelope sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast, while his Mom stood at the counter, making what looks like pancakes. Usually he dig in, but he planned to get something at the WPA. "Alright, I gotta go. But I'll be back by dinner." Grabbing a box off the counter, Bolt leaned down to kiss Penny on the cheek, and as well as hugging his mother, and kissing the side of her head before grabbing his khaki blazer and heading out the door. Without looking back, Bolt took off down the road which led into town, leading straight to the WPA. A couple minutes later, Bolt was moving through the bustling crowd of the village, making his way to the towering building of the WPA. Bolt swallowed thickly, raising his box over his head, and running through the crowd, and successfully making through the double doors of the WPA.
Bolt looked around in awe as he watched various officers walk through the halls, some with weapons, some without. But all had the same thing: meaning. Bolt grinned happily, as he walked to the counter, and signed in with the lobby girl, before bounding up the stairs to the third floor, and to his office. Pushing through the door, Bolt entered a room with a small desk, with the necessities, some standard equipment, and a small leather couch for guests. It was small, but Bolt liked it. At least he had something. Putting his box down, Bolt spotted a small plaque on the desk, and stuck it on the front of his door. And with that it was official. He was the WPA. A WPA trainee.
ELLEN AGATHA PARR
@james
