Post by tingrin on Jul 24, 2006 13:02:01 GMT -5
Piotr was jogging.
There was nothing new, or even interesting about this. He did it every morning. What WAS interesting was that he was approximately two hours later starting than he usually would be.
A habitutally early riser (a habit that wouldn't die from his days on the farm), Piotr had overslept that morning.
He'd also slept through the alerts.
He had a snore that were it tangible could probably have sawn not only through trees, but also through adamantium. Nothing, but NOTHING was going to permeate that sound.
Thus it was that he was a little out of sorts as he jogged around the mansion grounds.
Eventually, he came to a stop and sat down at the foot of a tree, taking out a pad of paper and a pen.
Dearest Illyana, he wrote.
I have news for you! Last night, I went out with a young lady named Kitty. She is very sweet and kind and I took her to the Russian quarter in town. I think she had a nice time, although one can not ever be sure.
I hope to take her out again sometime. Rest assured, I will let you know how it goes. I am most excited.
He sucked on the end of the pen for a few moments, then continued.
I slept over this morning, which has rather confused me. Everything is two hours later than it should be. I have noted that there seems to be rather more activity than normal around the Institute. I think I may have missed something important and perhaps I should go and 'check it out' as they say here.
He finished off the letter to his sister with a little doodle of himself, asleep in bed, snoring.
Be well, Illyana Nikolovna.
Your devoted brother,
Piotr Nikolaievitch.
He folded the letter up and tucked it into his pocket before jogging back up to the mansion to see what was happening.
There was nothing new, or even interesting about this. He did it every morning. What WAS interesting was that he was approximately two hours later starting than he usually would be.
A habitutally early riser (a habit that wouldn't die from his days on the farm), Piotr had overslept that morning.
He'd also slept through the alerts.
He had a snore that were it tangible could probably have sawn not only through trees, but also through adamantium. Nothing, but NOTHING was going to permeate that sound.
Thus it was that he was a little out of sorts as he jogged around the mansion grounds.
Eventually, he came to a stop and sat down at the foot of a tree, taking out a pad of paper and a pen.
Dearest Illyana, he wrote.
I have news for you! Last night, I went out with a young lady named Kitty. She is very sweet and kind and I took her to the Russian quarter in town. I think she had a nice time, although one can not ever be sure.
I hope to take her out again sometime. Rest assured, I will let you know how it goes. I am most excited.
He sucked on the end of the pen for a few moments, then continued.
I slept over this morning, which has rather confused me. Everything is two hours later than it should be. I have noted that there seems to be rather more activity than normal around the Institute. I think I may have missed something important and perhaps I should go and 'check it out' as they say here.
He finished off the letter to his sister with a little doodle of himself, asleep in bed, snoring.
Be well, Illyana Nikolovna.
Your devoted brother,
Piotr Nikolaievitch.
He folded the letter up and tucked it into his pocket before jogging back up to the mansion to see what was happening.