Post by Guillford Flavius on Apr 10, 2009 21:44:28 GMT
The room was cold and bleak. The walls were barren and the paint a dull metallic gray color. All the rooms came standard like this. They were a two point six meter by two point six meter room with a four meter ceiling clearance. In brother Guillford's room one would find the standard layout: A single bed, nightstand with a lamp on it, book shelf personal ink and a stand up closet. The bookshelf was neat and organized. It was full of many copies of his accounts on past missions along with his copy of the Codex Astrates. The leather bound book in the center of them all.
Brother Guillford himself had just woken up. he had recently been release from the Medical wards after his short surgery and told to rest for one day before returning to his duties. He sat up and slid his feet over to the side of his bed. Cracking all the joints he could in his neck, back, and shoulders before standing up and going over to his sink and turning on the water. He looked himself in the mirror while he awaited it to heat up, his hand running up along his neck to his newly applied synth-flesh.
They had gone in just yesterday day an finally given him his synthetic voice box against much of his protest. He really saw it as a waste of resources but he was told by his superiors and the Apothecary that it was a gift from the God-Emperor and he should accept it willingly and with thanks. He would never use it in public unless he direly needed to. He was self-conscious of the way it made him sound. It made him feel like he was more of a machine then that of a Space Marine. But God-Emperor knows those of the Adeptus Mechanus know how to make their machines and the Apothecary's know their way around a surgery table.
He brought his hand back down as the steam began to rise in front of his face and stuck them in the pool of hot water and splashed it upon his face. The feeling waking him up more then he already was and making him more alert. " I should be thankful", the brother said with a cold metallic voice as he looked at himself in the mirror one last time before draining the sink and walking over to his closet. The two golden studs that adorned his left brow gleamed in the light before he headed on over to the closet.
He stood before his now open closet stark naked while searching for appropriate attire for the day. He found a white open chested tunic and a pair of black linen pants that went down to just below his knees. He then proceeded to wrap his feet before before placing his sandals on and closing the door to his closet. He decided that it was time to feed himself so he walked to his door, the two pieces of metal sliding apart and he stepped out heading towards the mess hall.
Brother Guillford himself had just woken up. he had recently been release from the Medical wards after his short surgery and told to rest for one day before returning to his duties. He sat up and slid his feet over to the side of his bed. Cracking all the joints he could in his neck, back, and shoulders before standing up and going over to his sink and turning on the water. He looked himself in the mirror while he awaited it to heat up, his hand running up along his neck to his newly applied synth-flesh.
They had gone in just yesterday day an finally given him his synthetic voice box against much of his protest. He really saw it as a waste of resources but he was told by his superiors and the Apothecary that it was a gift from the God-Emperor and he should accept it willingly and with thanks. He would never use it in public unless he direly needed to. He was self-conscious of the way it made him sound. It made him feel like he was more of a machine then that of a Space Marine. But God-Emperor knows those of the Adeptus Mechanus know how to make their machines and the Apothecary's know their way around a surgery table.
He brought his hand back down as the steam began to rise in front of his face and stuck them in the pool of hot water and splashed it upon his face. The feeling waking him up more then he already was and making him more alert. " I should be thankful", the brother said with a cold metallic voice as he looked at himself in the mirror one last time before draining the sink and walking over to his closet. The two golden studs that adorned his left brow gleamed in the light before he headed on over to the closet.
He stood before his now open closet stark naked while searching for appropriate attire for the day. He found a white open chested tunic and a pair of black linen pants that went down to just below his knees. He then proceeded to wrap his feet before before placing his sandals on and closing the door to his closet. He decided that it was time to feed himself so he walked to his door, the two pieces of metal sliding apart and he stepped out heading towards the mess hall.
