*As she switches the log on, Elena seems to be sitting on some kind of bench out in the open air. Behind her a small gravel path and a wall that is most likely belonging to a rather large building, an apartment. There is a slight breeze that is blowing through her hair and messing it up, which makes her stroking through it again and again to keep it in place. The PDA she is holding in her right hand, however the camera is wobbling, she is obviously trembling a bit. Besides her on the bench is a half-empty glass of black coffee standing, as well as a few pieces of paper stapled together. She gives the camera a quick smile before turning the PDA around to show the rest of the scenery: An empty beach can be seen in the background, only a few souls are already laying on it or are swimming in the water full of waves. A blue sun is slowly waking up, just merely crossing the horizon, yet still dunking the scenery in a faint, nice and warm blue. Elena turns the PDA around once again, and starts speaking, looking into the camera with her tired eyes.*
Welcome to Curacao. One of the most beatiful places you can visit in Sirius, I guess. I'm still preferring Baden-Baden though, mostly 'cause I remember how I was there once as a child. And one's childhood moments are normally the most special, don't you think? Anyways, it's ... uhm, quite early in the morning to be exact, I think six or seven o'clock, at least here on the planet. The night could have been a bit better, but I'm getting used to sleeping not much slowly. Like seriously. All in all, it were maybe four hours this night. No, I haven't slept so little on purpose, instead I spent hours after hours with wallowing in bed, trying to find a way to finally fall asleep, while John was snoring right next to me. *A sigh is audible.* He is sleeping a lot, but I guess he needs that once. Doesn't seem like they get much sleep in the 5th. At one point this night, about an hour ago, I've decided it has anyway no purpose, stood and freshed up and went for a morning walk. The beaches are most beautiful when they are nearly empty, so the morning or the very late evening are the best places to visit them, in my opinion.
*She takes a large sip from her coffee, humming a tone doing so, obviously thinking about what to say next. There are also silent slurp sounds.*
Alright, so I've told him that today in the evening I got a meeting I need to attend to. Business meeting, I said. Not exactly the nicest way to lie to your boyfriend, but if I told him who I am in fact going to meet, he would just become needlessly worried. If he had told me beforehand he was planning holidays, I wouldn't have messaged Hussaini this week, but now, the meeting is set in stone, and if I withdraw all of a sudden now, I look like a coward, honestly. *She strokes through her hair, looking down for a moment.* It's already enough if I'm worried about this, he should have a nice evening in our apartment ... when I think about it, he'll probably sleep anyways then. *A laugh.* But when I think about it even more, I must say I'm not really fair to him. Like, not at all. Hm. I should probably create a leave message of sorts. You know, these that get sent to your loved ones in case you don't return in time, classy. Even though I doubt bad things will happen. Even if, I got my bodyguard, and I trust Ez that he's able to deal with any sh*t that will be thrown at us. Just a paralyzer shot, and zap, Hussaini down.
*As the wind is becoming stronger again and blows against her head, she has to fix her hair once again.*
And until the evening, I'm going to try calming myself down as good as possible. Hussaini isn't a nice guy, I'm well aware of that, and it makes me nervous. I'll willy-nilly have to give my best at hiding this nervousness when we're on the Freeport, 'cause I guess he would recognize it immediately at point blank. So I seriously have to calm myself down, but how? Easy, by reading. *She grabs the pieces of paper and holds them into the camera.* You see, I found this thing in the Neural Net, and it's somewhat interesting to read. It's not the best for distraction though, because Hussaini has actually been the one who suggested reading this. Written by ... wait ... ah yes, Doctor Wilhelm Strauss, a Rheinlander obviously. "Treatise on Samarra". Yeah, Samarra, this place where all the weirdos are coming from. And considering they are weirdos, Nomak, Hussaini and whoever else, I don't exactly believe that stuff is actually true. Maybe they just hired that Doctor to write some false bullsh*t about a non-existing planet, you never know. Whatever it is though, it's definitely an interesting lecture.
The name Samarra actually reminds me of another story. A poem. One I heard like ages ago in my school classes, our religious education teacher told them to us back then. As far as I can remember, it's a very old story, dating back to the times on earth. It was called "Appointment in Samarra" or something like that, I can't clearly remember to be honest. Neither do I know what happened in this story exactly. *She scratches her head, obviously thinking.* Maybe I'll have another look into the Neural Net later this day. 'Cause I -do- know that back then, it impressed me quite a lot.
*A smile appers on her face.*
That's it for this morning, I will continue my walk over the island where we got our apartment now. The weather is becoming better and better, I tell you. My skin could probably use some sun more often. It's already become a bit more tan, luckily. I hate my white skin, seriously. It looks so ... ill. Alright, see ya later! And wish me luck with that guy on the Freeport, I could use that as well.
*She turns the PDA around once more to recapture the scenery another time before she finally switches it off.*