(no subject)

“I hate these things.” called out the man in the corner, vainly
trying to start a conversation with any of the other occupants
of the JMC transport. In his hand he was brandishing a small
wrapper, inside of which was a small coffee cream, similar to
those found in most chocolate boxes. Everyone else as far as he
could tell was ignoring him; they had ignored him the whole
trip. He didn’t like that. I’m Joshua calvet he thought, and
like hell are they going to ignore me!
“So what are you doing going to this mobile prison then?” asked
to no one in particular. “You know, the blue dwarf.” No
response. Damn.
This was going to be very boring.
(P.S. can no one reply or join in until I reach the ship; I have
an entrance in mind that would be messed up if interfered with.
Cheers)