by TyrantTR » Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:54 am
Jake sat in his bed in the corner of the room, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked to the clock and sighed at the time. The day had hardly begun and he was already bored. Though school was not by any means an appealing prospect, it was at least a bit more interesting than this. Nothing good aired on the television anymore. It was all "reality" television or sports casting, gone was the programming that entertained him throughout his youth. He looked to the clock again, as if time would have suddenly, and unexpectedly jumped but a minute hadn't even passed. Jake let out a heavy breath before sitting up, he threw his feet over the side of the bed, pushing off and roaming out of his room. He moved through the hallways, past mounted photos, a collection of pictures that chronicled his Dad's success. There were no family photos, no glimpses of the fabled father and son relationship. If someone were to visit there would be little evidence Gerald had a son at all.
Jake never complained, Gerald rejected him as a son, and he rejected Gerald as a father. As long as they keep their distance from each other, and Jake never gets thrown in jail the both of them couldn't be happier with the way things are. Jake stepped down each stair, his tensed muscles ached with each step, but they slowly loosened as he moved. He was back in the kitchen, opening the fridge only to grab a soda. He immediately turned and went down a second flight of stairs into the garage/basement. The place was littered with all sorts of workout equipment, a big punching bag hung near the center. Two sports cars sat just outside the garage, no one drove them. They were practically decorations very, expensive decorations.
Jake trailed through the garage, heading into a door on the side, which led to another set of stairs, going down it met up with a thick wood door. He opened it stepping into a sort of home laboratory. When Gerald wasn't at work, he was here. Various dressers and file cabinets lined the walls, holding a great deal of information his father had collected over the decades. "Despite being a part time scum-bag, you are an incredible worker, Gerald... I'll give you that." Jake muttered to himself. Part of the reason Holden-corp is as well off as it is now is because Gerald didn't use to be a millionaire CEO. At one point he was a working stiff like many of the scientists he employs. All, if not most of the data and research that has revolutionized the genetic weapons industry, and put Holden-corp on the map was found and collected by Gerald himself.
"Looking for something Jake?" a voice sounded from the corner of the room. Jake glanced over at a balding man sitting on a stool near a vault engraved in the wall. Jake continued examining the room, "Morning Charles, I missed the school bus..." he said, examining the older model computer sitting on the desk in the corner, barely visible amongst the stacks of documents and notes that surrounded it. "I was thinking you could make yourself useful and we could drive to Holden-corp, meet up with my class there." he continued. Charles nodded, he folded a corner on the book he was reading, pushing off the stool and guiding Jake back through the garage, and to a small, black car.
Well James Bond Chinchilla and Monsta Pacman gets old after a year or so of absence. >_> Methinks I'll leave this blank until I come up with something to put here.