Jorn was flying back to his apartment, he had just finished a Pilot excercise and was going off duty. He was wearing his Pilot uniform, because he was on-duty, but since he was going off-duty he had decided to put on his
aviator glasses. While on his dragon, he had hooked into the Network. The rush of sensations made him giddy, almost like a high. He loved that feeling, and there was nothing else like it.
While connected, he checked his mail making sure he ahd no pressing matters, because he wanted to be able to go and take a nap. The wings of his dragon slowing down, and the small jolt from the landing, brought him back to reality, and he disconnected, reluctantly, because he loved that feeling.
Disconnected, he jumped off his dragon, and his dragon flew off without a word. It was probably going to some perch somewhere, go see some friends, it would come when they needed to do something. He walked in from the landing perch and towards his apartment.
God, I'm tired! He needed to get some rest.
He walked into his apartment,a nd sighed. He was home and happy. Before he went to sleep, he turned on the network music station, and directed it into his earpiece. He tuned to a Rock station, and turned up the volume loud, blasting it. This was how he liked to sleep. He turned around and fell into bed, without taking off his uniform.
A few hours later he woke up, and got out of bed. His network ha dgone on standby, like ti was supposed to. He went into his bathroom and looked at himself.
I should change. He took his uniform off, and took a quick shower. Feeling nice and relaxed, he put oon some nice clothes. A dark blue long sleeve button down shirt, the top button off, and the sleeves rolled up. He then put on a pair of jeans.
"I wonder what there is to do today." He muttere to himself. He went to his door, opened it and stepped out side, thinking about what he could do.
