Yearn!

[Apha0926]

OOC: Arca is a 28-year-old, five feet ten inches tall, dark hair, slim built, wears spectacles and works as an analyst. His ordinary life revolves around his work and career. His ambition to be the best drives him to work even on weekends.

His daily routine is waking up early and getting ready in a haste to the office, his drive takes an hour through an undisciplined traffic where his only other companion is his music, sometimes the radio mutters incoherently for him. His mind is restless and he feels it is an inherent part to his character.

His office is in one of the most beautiful building in the city, structured of seven floors in height, the front end of the building is all glass, and the building looks a marvel at night with a triangular shape to it. He is not bothered much of his companions and he never was. All day he taps on his computer, referring the research reports, documents, etc. But the abstract and the enhancement of knowledge keeps him going.

But the work is taking its toll and lately he is not excited of life, as he should be. He visits to the pubs, goes out for movies, chats on the computer, reads books, listens to music, yet he is yearning of something more.

One day he wakes up and without thinking of the forthcoming consequences he asks for a leave of a month, the superior does not agree to his call and he has no choice but to resign. He packs his bag, with his credit cards, mobile, the bank atm cards and heads for a destination to recharge his batteries.

Can you be the one he is yearning for add a temporarily spice in his life, or is it something else? Please PM to apply, lets see where this goes, I am a virgin to this.

Ciao

 

[Apha0926]

I’d like to describe of Arca more and lets see where this heads. Arca has been in a sedentary job far too long and the thought that ‘Has man conquered, evolved so much that he can afford to spend half of his day infront of a screen?’ irks him. He visits the closest travel agent, whose office is shabby and the staff seemed casual as if they resent their jobs.

He is yearning for the outdoors and thus he heads for the rural. He plans visit the Czech Republic and then travel on foot from one small town to the other with his bag pack. After a thorough research and lonely planet guide he has a map in hand with the destinations encircled. The harsh winters are away and the weather is expected to be pleasant for the trip. The culture, the language difference, and the landscapes maybe just what he needs to invigorate him

But is he sure of the characters he may come across in this country which has a history of castles, gardens, educated people who are more fluent in their local language than English?

Arca after much deliberation of flight schedules lands up in Prague, but at 3 am. “So much for the planning” he mutters. He had earlier read more about the places of visit in the lonely planet guie during the trip, which took 5 hours from his home.

He muses himself the song, “stranger in a strange land” he descends the stairs from his flight and faces the chilly air of the night of the City of Prague. The sky is clear with the stars visible and he pulls up another sweatshirt, which is light brown in colour. With the apprehension since the city is largely at sleep, he decides to stay put in the lounge of the airport till the morning after collecting his limited baggage, and getting the visa clearance and other formalities.

He looks up to see the tv on display which is portraying some local programme, some other terminals of the tv screen displays soccer. He gets himself a coffee, but he could sense eyes prying on him. He takes a seat in a corner, with barely few other tourists who later leave him and he is left alone. He has nothing to do than bid his time and he watches the tv, till he dozes off. He feels a presence of a hand on his shoulder, gingerly shaking him up. It’s the customs officer who had earlier checked upon him.

The customs officer is a feminine character.

I hope the picture is bit more clear now, please pm if interested, I hope Arca visits the Czech Republika and meets several characters across the trip or he may be satiated with just one…..

 

[Apha0926]

P.S - I am not looking for BDSM or incest content in the plot, other than that sexual/asexual, anything goes.

Thanks

 

[Apha0926]

Forgot to mention, no SCAT please.

Basically I am not too concerned of the details of life in the Czech Republic, its just a fantasy to travel to a place like that.

And I am looking for my character to have sexual encounters. But incase the character just want to mumble along, Arca is too nice to ignore.

 

[msboy8]

Not to complain, but asexual means that you can reproduce with out anyone else. hehehe Do you mean Bi-sexual?

 

[Apha0926]

Wish i was bisexual, double the chances to have sex ....chuckles....

as for asexual, i meant.....i meant its not necessary that contents of the plot has to COMPLETELY revolve around sex, i am just looking for pleasant surprises in the plot thats all

Ok folks, i'd appreciate your comments on the pm rather than the thread, i may be new to this , just dont take me for granted ......

Thanks

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Ok folks, i'd appreciate your comments on the pm rather than the thread, i may be new to this , just dont take me for granted ......

Thanks

Commenting on the thread is NOT a way of taking you for granted.

Everytime someone posts to a thread it moves to the top of the page where it is more likely to get noticed and read.
This is called a *bump* and is intended to get new stories/writers read more widely and start them on their way.

Apologies if you knew this and I'm sure we'll stick to PMs in future if you prefer comments communicated in this way.
Merely pointing out that comments on the board are "usually" intended to be helpful, especially when directed at new writers!

Best of luck!

DM

 

[Apha0926]

Arca’s eyes are gazing upon the customs officer who is a brunette, around five feet seven inches tall, dark brown eyes under rimless glasses and hair to her shoulder. She points her finger behind my shoulder and with a soft smile says “ Mister, the tourist counsellor is over there he just arrived, I hope that helps”.

And with that only her fragrance was left with me. I looked at the big digital watch and I was glad numbers remained universal without a local language; the time was 7 am in the morning. I went to the coffee machine, but realising I have no local currency I skipped forward to the counter to exchange US Dollars for the local currency.

The attendant seemed a soft gentle mannered person, with his hair on the sides neatly combed and reading glasses kept on the bridge of his nose. He had kept his coffee on the counter, and the smoke and the smell of the coffee filled my nostrils, as I was not afar. I closed my eyes barely and thought this may be so worth at all. I exchanged the currency and came to know, though Czech Republic has joined the EU, but the currency is still not its official one for the time being. I nodded at the gentleman and went straight to the coffee machine. Taking out the coffee I headed to my seat and waited for the counsellor.

The counsellor was on time, and he was a burly old fella with kind eyes and was admirably dandy. He was kind enough to register me with my name, address, etc and other formalities. I told him my plan of taking a bus trip to 50 miles out of Prague, this very morning and commence on my walking trip to the nearest large city. He smiled and said, “Ahhh ! You will have a good time, just avoid the rain, it gets lot cold then.”

I had the medicine and vaccinations with me already as suggested by the lonely planet guide. Though I knew Prague is a wonderful city, I planned to visit it on my departure as I was aching to instil fresh air, voyeur the beautiful landscapes. I could feel getting light already

The bus journey was good but the its engine was far too revved up to my liking .The airport was already teetered to the outskirts of the Prague and thus the trip already seemed in confines of the rural heart I yearned for. Being the morning the bus flew like a wind. There were not many passengers and I took a seat in the middle. I reached a place called Kutna Hora. I headed out of the bus and a tout came along who spoke in broken English, “ You English ? Americana ? Aussi ?” I politely smiled at him and pointed the lonely planet guide to him. He understood I’ll refer to it rather than him.

As suggested in the guide, I went for a mediocre motel or should I refer an inn? The place did not seem in a hurry as I was used to and had various cottages some even older than 100 years. I booked a room, did my shave, had a warm shower and later on had a nice meal of chopped lambs with chicken soup. I thought this was way too easy, no fuss, no thugs, is this for real ?

I slept like a baby for an hour and it was close to 3 in the afternoon. I stretched myself and bid farewell to the motel owner for my walking trip, the owner seemed a middle aged woman looking at her forehead but her grey hair suggested she had been through more in life than others. She did understand English and pointed me to a road ahead ! I smiled and merrily trod along like a kid with no care in the world.