03-02-2007, 12:21 PM
Chloe Kent
Honolulu, Hawaii
?Samos DesJarod,? chanted the brunet. ?where oh where can you be??
Exiting the sandy dunes of Honolulu, the journalist found herself at a busy intersection and just beyond that, a large city. A feeling of homecoming washed over her as she stepped out onto the crosswalk and marched across the street. Figuring that the only logical way to find someone in a foreign country would be a phone book, Chloe, scanned the area for a phone booth, but unlike New York, the streets were only lined with venders.
?Figures.? She frowned as she turned around, only to find that her bad luck wasn?t so bad after all.
Staring directly up into the large booming letters, she found herself at the public library. With new hope arising, she briskly skipped up the stairs and into the building. Without even pausing to think about it, she immediately marched to the nearest computer terminal, sat down, and began clicking away; her finger times drummed to the beat of a tropical tune that could be heard from outside.
Keeping her eyes fixated on the screen, she quickly found that the genetic engineer was a bit more difficult to find than she had imagined, though her sources seemed to somehow find out he was in Hawaii, so there had to be someway of finding him.
Leaning backward in her chair, Chloe took a deep breathe, but before she could let out the sigh, the rear left leg of the seat split in two, and she fell backwards, her head aimed at the floor. However, only inches from smacking her cranium on the thin rugged floor, two strong tanned hand caught the back of her chair, saving her from the immanent danger.
Opening her eyes, and wondering when they had closed, the clumsy woman found herself gazing into two brilliant blue eyes. They were deep, passionate, to die for; and as these thoughts passed through her mind, and she suddenly came to the realization that his was smiling strangely at her. Quickly rolling off the chair, landing on her feet, Chloe smiled, thanked the man, and rushed out of the terminal.
Feeling a bit flushed, she looked back once, only to find the man still looking at her. Feeling a bit strange, Chloe placed her hand on her forehead and quickly made her way over to the librarian. Shaking off the feelings, she smiled at the woman behind the desk and offered her hand.
?Chloe Kent.? Announced the girl as the woman took her hand. ?I?m a journalist for the New York Times and I?m writing an expose on the geneticist, Samos DesJarod. Is there any way I could get some information on his where abouts, I?d really like to meet him in person.?
Suddenly, an alarm went off inside of the hall and everyone began to evacuate.
?Just my luck.?
Honolulu, Hawaii
?Samos DesJarod,? chanted the brunet. ?where oh where can you be??
Exiting the sandy dunes of Honolulu, the journalist found herself at a busy intersection and just beyond that, a large city. A feeling of homecoming washed over her as she stepped out onto the crosswalk and marched across the street. Figuring that the only logical way to find someone in a foreign country would be a phone book, Chloe, scanned the area for a phone booth, but unlike New York, the streets were only lined with venders.
?Figures.? She frowned as she turned around, only to find that her bad luck wasn?t so bad after all.
Staring directly up into the large booming letters, she found herself at the public library. With new hope arising, she briskly skipped up the stairs and into the building. Without even pausing to think about it, she immediately marched to the nearest computer terminal, sat down, and began clicking away; her finger times drummed to the beat of a tropical tune that could be heard from outside.
Keeping her eyes fixated on the screen, she quickly found that the genetic engineer was a bit more difficult to find than she had imagined, though her sources seemed to somehow find out he was in Hawaii, so there had to be someway of finding him.
Leaning backward in her chair, Chloe took a deep breathe, but before she could let out the sigh, the rear left leg of the seat split in two, and she fell backwards, her head aimed at the floor. However, only inches from smacking her cranium on the thin rugged floor, two strong tanned hand caught the back of her chair, saving her from the immanent danger.
Opening her eyes, and wondering when they had closed, the clumsy woman found herself gazing into two brilliant blue eyes. They were deep, passionate, to die for; and as these thoughts passed through her mind, and she suddenly came to the realization that his was smiling strangely at her. Quickly rolling off the chair, landing on her feet, Chloe smiled, thanked the man, and rushed out of the terminal.
Feeling a bit flushed, she looked back once, only to find the man still looking at her. Feeling a bit strange, Chloe placed her hand on her forehead and quickly made her way over to the librarian. Shaking off the feelings, she smiled at the woman behind the desk and offered her hand.
?Chloe Kent.? Announced the girl as the woman took her hand. ?I?m a journalist for the New York Times and I?m writing an expose on the geneticist, Samos DesJarod. Is there any way I could get some information on his where abouts, I?d really like to meet him in person.?
Suddenly, an alarm went off inside of the hall and everyone began to evacuate.
?Just my luck.?