As the morning sun rose, its rays pierced through the slight opening between a worn set of curtains, the sunlight slowly moving across Christophe’s
sleeping body. It was a very hot day that had barely cooled at all throughout the previous evening and the sweat from an uncomfortable nights sleep
soaked parts of his pillow. The sun’s piercing light slowly moved over Christophe’s eyes. He rolled over in disapproval, quickly turning his
sweaty back to the majestic ball in the sky.
Half asleep and half awake, he could hear the unrelenting chirping of the male Robins marking their territory, the persistent sounds eventually waking
him. Christophe walked over to the curtains and drew them apart. Excluding the Robins, it was a relatively quiet morning and as he gazed down from his
bedroom window he could see the east London estate he had spent the last 16 years of his life, living on.
He went over to his computer and turned it on. He sat looking at the monitor with sleep in his eyes, half glazed over from a broken nights sleep.
Eventually he managed to log on to a website, the banner at the top of the page read “ATS Abovetopsecret.com Deny Ignorance”. This was
Christophe’s normal morning pit stop. He was a daily participant on the ATS forums and enjoyed the many contributions from those of like mind.
Abovetopsecret.com was a site for Conspiracy Theorists mainly but also for those who appreciated alternative news and information on the more taboo
subjects that were not normally discussed in social circles in the real world. Christophe felt this was the perfect outlet for his thoughts, feelings
and beliefs with the promise of anonymity.
For many years Christophe had frequented the many boards adding countless posts and receiving his fair share of stars and flags for his contributions
although he never become attached to any of the members enough to form any sort of bond. He was very private regarding the many thoughts and opinions
he had mainly due to the past reactions he received from friends and family when discussing such topics. He felt as though the people around him were
content to simply go about their daily lives without having to question their reality and existence. He however fell into the habit of doing the exact
opposite.
It was a few minutes past 8am in the morning and after browsing for 20 or so minutes Christophe went into the kitchen to fix himself a strong coffee
which he would do every morning to go alongside his morning smoke. Sophia, his flat mate had already left for work by then. She had moved into
Christophe’s one bedroom flat about 5 months earlier after he was introduced to her by his now ex-girlfriend. He thought it would be a good way to
generate an additional income and when he met her he instantly took a liking to her soft, sweet nature.
Sophia was living in London after having moved there from Spain to learn the language and advance her career. She was about 5’8, slim and had
shoulder length brown hair. She would on occasion don a pair of reading glasses and could go from looking like a relaxed and sweet casual flat mate in
her grey, cotton jogging bottoms and tee-shirt to a more studious and focused intellectual once her reading glasses were on. Christophe had an
affinity for Sophia but did not risk mixing business with pleasure and so over the 5 months of living together they had formed a good platonic
friendship.
I have a really good plot line with lots of twists and turns... just wondering what you all thought of what i got down so far..
Thanks
edit on 8-9-2011 by nakiannunaki because: (no reason given)
