Post by ricky adams on Jul 3, 2012 1:50:35 GMT -5
He walked with his head held high, a small smile on his face and a spring to his step. He was ready for this....he needed to do this. His long legs moved with a confidence he rarely felt and his long black hair, tied back in its usual ponytail streamed out behind him as he walked swiftly down the corridors of Central Command.
Behind his silver framed glasses, his large green eyes sparkled with determination. He wasn't going to turn back! He was going to do this! He would show courage! He was a member of the State. The Silent Alchemist.
Ricky Adams walked boldly into an office, stopping outside the door only long enough to produce his silver pocket watch, proof of his statehood. Then, into the room he walked. He passed a mirror and paused, adjusting the scarf around his neck. It was one of his favorites, decorated with piano keys, all the way down. Good. No scars were showing.
Ricky spoke not a word to anyone, he would however nod, wave, smile or a combination of the three whenever he encountered someone. The reasoning behind his title of the Silent Alchemist was obvious the moment he communicated with anyone. For Ricky, was a mute. He had been for seven long years. This was the way he was and he accepted it, though that didn't mean he didn't want to change it.
However, his plans to travel were suddenly cut short, for now.....his mother had fallen ill! He wanted to send her money, he needed some extra funds. So, here he was in Central Command, about to interview for a job.
The boy sat down as directed to on a long bench and waited patiently, withdrawing a book from his pocket, he opened it up and began to read while he waited. Though he got plenty of money from being a State Alchemist, most of it went to his own medical bills, then there was the money he sent to help his parents and now, with his mother sick in the hospital, that left very little for research for his own condition.
He maintained his statehood through research into the medical field and his reports were always top notch. He often helped the doctors where ever he could in his travels, though due to his own fragile health, he couldn't travel too far north or south. Amestris was the perfect country for him. Not too cold and not too hot, but he knew that Xing was the place to go if he wanted to be healed.
As he read, he listened in on the conversations of others. Because of his silence and his lack of movement, very few people even remembered or noticed he was there at all. A small smile graced his features. So, a Jean Havoc had had another disastrous date, the poor guy. Ricky's body shook with laughter, even though no sound issued from his throat at all.
Behind his silver framed glasses, his large green eyes sparkled with determination. He wasn't going to turn back! He was going to do this! He would show courage! He was a member of the State. The Silent Alchemist.
Ricky Adams walked boldly into an office, stopping outside the door only long enough to produce his silver pocket watch, proof of his statehood. Then, into the room he walked. He passed a mirror and paused, adjusting the scarf around his neck. It was one of his favorites, decorated with piano keys, all the way down. Good. No scars were showing.
Ricky spoke not a word to anyone, he would however nod, wave, smile or a combination of the three whenever he encountered someone. The reasoning behind his title of the Silent Alchemist was obvious the moment he communicated with anyone. For Ricky, was a mute. He had been for seven long years. This was the way he was and he accepted it, though that didn't mean he didn't want to change it.
However, his plans to travel were suddenly cut short, for now.....his mother had fallen ill! He wanted to send her money, he needed some extra funds. So, here he was in Central Command, about to interview for a job.
The boy sat down as directed to on a long bench and waited patiently, withdrawing a book from his pocket, he opened it up and began to read while he waited. Though he got plenty of money from being a State Alchemist, most of it went to his own medical bills, then there was the money he sent to help his parents and now, with his mother sick in the hospital, that left very little for research for his own condition.
He maintained his statehood through research into the medical field and his reports were always top notch. He often helped the doctors where ever he could in his travels, though due to his own fragile health, he couldn't travel too far north or south. Amestris was the perfect country for him. Not too cold and not too hot, but he knew that Xing was the place to go if he wanted to be healed.
As he read, he listened in on the conversations of others. Because of his silence and his lack of movement, very few people even remembered or noticed he was there at all. A small smile graced his features. So, a Jean Havoc had had another disastrous date, the poor guy. Ricky's body shook with laughter, even though no sound issued from his throat at all.
