| Feb 7, 2013 20:58:10 GMT -5 |
Post by Clay "Texas" Smith on Feb 7, 2013 20:58:10 GMT -5
He was a soldier. It was one of his biggest names. He was a military man, to be fair. He wasn't just a soldier – there was more of that to him. If one were to put a gun in his hands, they would soon regret it. If there was one thing that he was overly fond of, it was a gun. That or computers, it really depended on the day that someone caught him. If one were to give him control over a ship, they would find a hard time getting him off of it. He may not have been huge on the concept of the Navy, but he did like to man a ship. He was good at it...if you gave him enough time to recover from the fact that he was not on the ground fighting or in the sky shooting. Speaking of the sky, he was an ace pilot. He didn't like to admit it out loud, but he recognized that he did have some siblings that were a lot better at it than he was. Still, Clay Smith was pretty good in the sky. No, he didn't war a bomber jacket like his 'Pa', but he did have his sense of style up in the sky.
Many of his siblings could claim that the second biggest state lived a boring like. A lot of the time, he was at one of three jobs. To put it simply, he was a workaholic. But, Clay liked to do interesting things. He wasn't good a dull, repetitive job that only left him craving something more. He had never been like that, not even when he had been a child with the indians or with Teresa (or Spain, France, the Confederacy...himself). He liked to have adventures. He might not have known the other states like the back of his hand, but he had every aspect of his own state mapped out completely in his head. He even had the Gulf of Mexico pretty much memorized.
That was why he was currently adjusting his jacket as he cleared security. Originally, the blond was supposed to have some kind of hat on his head, but that had never been his style. He had always been fond of not wearing a had lest it was his cowboy one. (And, oddly enough, he didn't think that piloting with a cowboy hat on his head would particularly be appropriate.) Especially because he wasn't going to do anything too extravagant. He was just going up in the sky for a moment – to show the recruits and some observers what it was like to be up in the sky. As it was, he was probably emitting some suspicious vibes. He heard the whispers of some of the cadets – and even some of the older ones that had been there for a while – wondering who was the guy in the major uniform going up into the sky. They didn't know who he was, and, chances are, if they looked his name up, they certainly weren't going to find it.
The blond teen adjusted his sunglasses, pulling them down only long enough to raise an eyebrow at the crowd that was watching. He was being led to the plane now, but he had thought that he had caught a familiar face in the crowd. He had thought so, but he hadn't seen that face again. His mouth twisted into a slight frown as he turned around, trying to catch what he had been supposed to be listening to instead of zoning out as he was wont to do. He waved at the crowd of people all packed together, bundled up in scarves and hats. It wasn't freezing out here, but it was enough to bite at ones bones if they weren't bundled up and left out here long enough. When he arrived at his plane, he raised an eyebrow at the twin plane sitting not too far from it on the runway. Clay had been unaware that anyone else was going to fly with him.
“Ain't that a damn shame?” He murmured to himself, shifting onto his leg as he hopped into the plane and made sure that everything was ready. After doing so, he leaned back casually and waited. Hopefully, the other pilot wouldn't take too long in getting here. He didn't like to get off schedule, and it was a shame that whoever it was had chosen to show up late.
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Many of his siblings could claim that the second biggest state lived a boring like. A lot of the time, he was at one of three jobs. To put it simply, he was a workaholic. But, Clay liked to do interesting things. He wasn't good a dull, repetitive job that only left him craving something more. He had never been like that, not even when he had been a child with the indians or with Teresa (or Spain, France, the Confederacy...himself). He liked to have adventures. He might not have known the other states like the back of his hand, but he had every aspect of his own state mapped out completely in his head. He even had the Gulf of Mexico pretty much memorized.
That was why he was currently adjusting his jacket as he cleared security. Originally, the blond was supposed to have some kind of hat on his head, but that had never been his style. He had always been fond of not wearing a had lest it was his cowboy one. (And, oddly enough, he didn't think that piloting with a cowboy hat on his head would particularly be appropriate.) Especially because he wasn't going to do anything too extravagant. He was just going up in the sky for a moment – to show the recruits and some observers what it was like to be up in the sky. As it was, he was probably emitting some suspicious vibes. He heard the whispers of some of the cadets – and even some of the older ones that had been there for a while – wondering who was the guy in the major uniform going up into the sky. They didn't know who he was, and, chances are, if they looked his name up, they certainly weren't going to find it.
The blond teen adjusted his sunglasses, pulling them down only long enough to raise an eyebrow at the crowd that was watching. He was being led to the plane now, but he had thought that he had caught a familiar face in the crowd. He had thought so, but he hadn't seen that face again. His mouth twisted into a slight frown as he turned around, trying to catch what he had been supposed to be listening to instead of zoning out as he was wont to do. He waved at the crowd of people all packed together, bundled up in scarves and hats. It wasn't freezing out here, but it was enough to bite at ones bones if they weren't bundled up and left out here long enough. When he arrived at his plane, he raised an eyebrow at the twin plane sitting not too far from it on the runway. Clay had been unaware that anyone else was going to fly with him.
“Ain't that a damn shame?” He murmured to himself, shifting onto his leg as he hopped into the plane and made sure that everything was ready. After doing so, he leaned back casually and waited. Hopefully, the other pilot wouldn't take too long in getting here. He didn't like to get off schedule, and it was a shame that whoever it was had chosen to show up late.
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