heres the rest of what i have so far. I work on this one sparringly cause its all off the top of my head. hope it doesn't put ya to sleep.
I turned to see a Vol. Now for those of you who haven’t met one, well they’re HUGE! This particular one was actually considered small by Vol standards. He stood straight around about 8’ but most Vols tend to stoop so he hovered around 7’.
He was at least 5’ across the shoulders, he had massive tree trunk arms and legs.
Vols all had triangular faces. Their hairs were these tentacle things that fell in waves from the crown of the head. They all had red glowing tattoos that covered their bodies in intricate designs, the tattoos usually made their blue skin even darker to almost black.
This Vol had bright blue tattoos. His name was Vol Jerrin and the reason he had blue tattoos was because he was a scholar and not a warrior of his species. I didn’t find this out till after I had calmed down enough to ask.
After the initial shock of seeing a Vol face to chest, I introduced myself and Geroge. Vol Jerren extended his left hand and traced my right ear with his six fingers in the Vol sign of greeting. I smiled and held out my hand, he grasped it carefully, mine disappeared into his, and we shook hands.
“Where is your room Jerrin?” I asked him politely. Jerrin looked up and down the hallway and shrugged.
“The lady at the reception gave me a key to room 1146.” He said holding up an identical key to mine. He held it delicately with the talons of thumb and forefinger.
“Ah, they must want all the aliens in the same room. Better way to keep track of us.” I said with a smile that quickly went from my face at the look of hurt and confusion on Jerrin’s.
“Why would they wish to keep track of us? Do they not trust us?”
“No Jerrin, I was joking.” I quickly told him. Jerrin cocked his head at me in confusion.
“What is this joking?”
I had to suppress the insane laughter that threatened to bubble from my lips.
“Joking means I was not being serious. I was giving a fake radical explanation that couldn’t be true.” I explained.
He seemed to accept this answer though I couldn’t quite follow it myself, seriously how do you explain joking to a species that had no sense of humor?
I smiled then headed down the corridor, Jerrin followed with Geroge floating behind him still video recording.
“So Jerrin, why are you here?” I asked him for something to talk about. I glanced back to see him shrug his shoulders.
“I received an acceptance letter and couldn’t not go, who would pass on an opportunity to learn from the teachers of the Phenecian best?”
“That’s interesting, I received a letter as well, it was pretty much the same story for me. I’m the first human to be accepted to go.” I told him a little pride sneaking into my voice.
Jerrin looked at me in amazement, “I did not know this information. Was the entrance exam difficult?”
I laughed, “I didn’t take it. The letter arrived in my mailbox and so far no one has found a reason why I couldn’t come.”
“That is interesting.” Jerrin mumbled.
“It’s creepy is what it is.” Geroge beeped. I laughed and Jerrin looked at me quizzically. I pointed at Geroge, “He was talking to me and he said something I found amusing.”
“Ah a translator chip, yes?” Jerrin asked noticing the scar behind my right ear. I nodded. I looked back at the doors and found we were nearing our number.
I slowed my pace to better look for our door. I read the numbers silently to myself, 1149, 1148, 1147, and 1146.
I stopped in front of our door, it looked like all the other doors in reality but for some reason it looked a little menacing to me.
“Well go in.” Geroge beeped nudging me in the back. I glanced at him in irritation. Taking a deep breath I inserted my card key into the slot by the door, there was a slight hum then a beep. The door hissed slightly as it slid open into the wall.
Try as hard as I might, I couldn’t stop myself thinking what would happen if the power went out and I was stuck in the room.
“Oh please, you’d think you were exploring a tomb like Indiana Jones, or Sylvester Haper. I highly doubt its booby trapped.” Geroge rammed me from behind when I didn’t enter the room. I stumbled forward and tripped over something around ankle level.
That’s when the lights came on, with me spread eagled on the floor. I couldn’t help but notice in my embarrassment that the carpet was quite comfortable.
“Geroge I’m going to disassemble you.” I threatened.
“I could help with that.” The voice came from somewhere over my head, I tilted my head to see who had said it and saw a male Phenecian standing over me.
He was cute, he had blond hair that was cut short, his eyes were a butterscotch color, the irises ice blue, and he was muscled but not a body builder. He was a middle class Phenecian with golden feathery wings, he wore jeans and a special shirt made for Phenecians that fit around their wings, it was dark blue.
The fact that I knew him didn’t do anything for calming my embarrassment or the flush of color to my cheeks.
“Tristan?” I asked sitting up onto my knees.
His big goofy grin greeted me as he held out his hand to help me up the rest of the way.
“How’ve you been? Why aren’t you wearing glasses?” I cried dropping my bags and hugging him, being careful not to crush his wings.
He hugged me back as he answered, “I’ve been well, I switched to contacts, not to sound rude or anything but, what the heck are you doing here?”
I laughed, “I’ve been wondering the same thing. I figured you would get in because you’re the smartest person in the known universe. But me?”
I shrugged to convey my point. Tristan was the smartest person I knew, and he had common sense as well, which was rare in geniuses. Tristan had been an exchange student at my college and since we were both misfits we became friends, much to the irritation of the popular and beautiful college girls.
He was the reason I passed my math classes, without him it would never have happened. He had the special talent of dumbing things down enough for me to understand.
“So what classes do you have?” I asked as I scooped up my bags again totally forgetting the others till a polite beep in my ear reminded me.
“Oh gosh speaking of rude, Tristan this is Vol Jerrin, and the hunk of scraps there is Geroge.”
Tristan shook Jerrin’s hand and nodded at Geroge, “This is the one you wanted to disassemble?”
“Watch it buddy.” Geroge beeped, I giggled and shook my head when Tristan looked at me quizzically.
“Yes he can be a pain sometimes, but I don’t think it would be worth the sweat to do it.” I said sticking my tongue at Geroge.
Tristan laughed as we all piled into the living room. I was taken aback by the furnishings. The entranceway opened into a circular living room that looked like it belonged in a mansion and not a college dorm room. I wasn’t too crazy about the color choices, it was kind of monochromatic.
Black leather couches, which looked comfortable but were probably as hard as granite, white carpet, yeah that was gonna be multicolored by the end of the week, and red decorations ranging from lamps to odd stick thingies that were probably considered art in some past era.
“There are four bedrooms, I’ve claimed the first on the right, the kitchen is through the double doors, it’s amazing, and there’s a bathroom in each bedroom.” Tristan said playing host.
I placed my bags on the floor so I could better explore without knocking breakable things. Geroge floated behind me as I made my past the corridor that led to Tristan’s room; the door at the end had a makeshift sign on it that proclaimed that fact. I smiled at the sign as I walked past it and the next corridor, I turned down the third.
“How close were you and Tristan?” Geroge beeped.
I laughed, “Jealous are we?”
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