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Orly Airport | April 14, 2012 | 1207

Thinking back on that morning, Henneth wasn’t quite sure what had happened. The letter he’d found on his coffee table under his mess of plans and drawings for work, the idea of what it held back when he first got it on new years. It pleased him, the thought of starting his life over from the beginning. While his engineer position was one that he’d wanted for so long, he had a fair bit of things he’d like to have the chance to change. Maybe then he could get higher in the company or even start sooner with not having the time of bouncing between jobs and the struggles of school that held him back for so long.

After he read the letter around 0834, he packed his bags and tossed them in the back of his truck. Unloading anything not wanted in risk of having it broken into while he was away. More or less tossing them about the mess he called his house. Fumbling around his pockets for the keys which he left on the table, the table that was now covered in the rubbage he’d collected in that truck of his. He shamefully got out of the truck, mumbled some words to himself and walked inside of it. Having easily tracked down his keys and having the feeling to say. [color=0072bc]“This time, it wasn’t hard to find them this time around, atleast my time wasn’t wasted like the last fucking time I had to do this.” [/color]

With heading onto the road, he made sure to not waste the tea he had in his travel mug he’d bring to work, this mug has gone all over with him, lasting through highschool and his university days that is. While it was all faded and nobody understood why he had it at this point, it meant a lot to him. While he couldn’t explain it anymore due to the mess that he was, he still knew the reasoning deep down inside himself. He couldn’t bare to throw that thing away, while it had seen a lot of bad days and near trash bins, it always came back into his hand at the end of the day and sat in his truck driving back to his house in the middle of the night. 

The traffic was as expected for going into the city and to the airport, having to get a last minute flight to Orly airport over in Paris, the cost wasn’t the problem as he had more than enough to cover it, the fear came when he realised just what he was about to do, go to some potential nutcase in Paris, go to his estate and figure out just what the hell he had planned. He had a feeling there would be more than just himself there, hopefully no one that was that crazy or worse than he would be on one of those five day benders back in uni days. Those times, they were rather crazy and he acted as such. Going out of control and even having security handle him and toss him up a few times because of this. No, he had a feeling this wouldn’t be anything like that, he was older, wiser and had a much better reward for the risk he was taking. Starting his life anew, that was the plan he had in mind for so long now. If only he didn’t lose the letter shortly after getting it he could’ve been in Paris by now. None the less, the flight wasn’t that long with it taking just over an hour to get there from Berlin. With taking the flight time that he did, he’d have a chance to sight-see for a short amount of time and get something to eat. Probably some steriotypical French meal, possibly with some of that bread he’d always talk about trying but never got around to.

With his mind having done most of it’s wandering and the clock getting closer to 1020 as the boarding time, he got his bag and sat closer to the gate. With this, he closed his eyes for a little bit of silence from the outside world. Trying to figure out something to focus his attention onto. The airport was far too noisy for any sort of meditation that he could muster to conform to. The only comfort he had was his travel mug and the tea inside of it. Having to leave part of his carry no matter where he went at home due to it not being able to get past security at an airport. None the less, that was to be put at the back of his mind and to be made one of the last things to think about for the time being. For now his worries were to be getting to Paris and making sure to meet at the correct location for the escort to pick him up.
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Somewhere in Central Paris | April 14, 2012 | 1257

With having gotten out of the airport about a half an hour ago, Henneths stomach was growling, hungry for even the finest of foods that Paris had to offer. While he could wait until reaching the rally point to get some grub, that didn’t peak the interest of him. Henneth had decided why not explore for a little while before having to meet up with the rest of the people whom got an invitation, besides, exploring Paris was something he’d wanted to do but never had the chance between schooling and his current position with this company. Those things among a few others and having him reside in Berlin, it was a bit difficult to do as such.

With his goal in sight and having left the airport on foot, his lack of knowing the language posed a slight problem for himself but none the less he was able to figure out a few things based on the windows and scent. He found himself at this nice little bistro on a corner of one of the many streets he’d wandered about on. The scent drew him in, while he didn’t understand the French that was being spoken, he managed to find one of the employees whom spoke German, with that luck he had, he had them explain what some of the items that they had were and from that Henneth placed an order, he didn't remember what it was called but it sounded like it would taste great and the scent it gave off once it finally arrived at his table. To go with it, he had some sort of French tea, rather fruity compared to what he’d usually drink but none the less it was fantastic.

After his meal, he was feeling better than he did before. Having paid for it and then getting a cup of the tea to go, he left the bistro and continued to explore this new to him, city of Paris. A few stores here and there caught his eye, not wanting to go into one unless he actually planned to purchase anything, he stuck to looking about at the store front and the display windows, mumbling to himself in a soft-spoken whisper, having himself in France, with most people only speaking French, he could easily mumble to himself in German without having any fears of being heard accidentally as he would in Berlin. 

After wandering about for another fifteen minutes or so, there was a single store that caught his attention more than the rest, with it doing as such he actually wandered inside and looked around more than just the store front. Not understanding a lick of what was being said to him, he simply nodded to the clerk and looked around for anything he’d want to purchase. After about ten minutes of taking a close look at some of the items in display cases or in the open, he found one that no matter what he felt he should have. He got the clerks attention and pointed to it, Henneth attempting to speak in English was laughable. [color=0072bc]“Uh, S-sir, I uhm, purchase this ja?”[/color] Clearly his English was rusty but the clerk managed to understand it well enough to have the point gotten across. With his new found purchase and about eighty euros out of his wallet, he left the store and set off for the hotel rally point, given nothing else would catch him and take more time out of his day. 

At one point while walking about, his tea ended out being inside of his stomach fully, he found the thirst wasn’t quite gone and stopped off at a local shop for some more of which ever kind he could nab. Once again with his rusty English, got something in a larger cup this time and set off once more. Having this tea a different kind of tea, black rather than fruity it struck more to home than the other one did. With that, he was glad with his purchase of it and it brought a smile to his face. Having himself wandering about hopelessly once more, deep conversation had started in his mind. Something to keep him physically active while he looked about for this hotel that was set for pick up.
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The Arrival Point. | April 14, 2012 | 1342 

After finally making his way about in Paris, his meal, the tea and the other stop. He finally made it to the rally point. Taking note of the seating and a few other beings having arrived before him. Not being one for talking all that much for the moment, he sat on a bench away from the one that was currently taken by a girl of sorts. He nodded as he walked on by her. Taking note of those around, inside or out. With that, he continued to sip on his tea and converse with himself in his mind. Essentally tuning out the world around him and only noticing the tea in hand and what was going on inside his mind. Going back through what had happened over the past few months, the letter back in January, losing it until yesterday and then heading to this location having been caused by said letter. 

The only goal insight was what the letter had promised, any wish you’d want would be granted, if you wanted to restart your life that could very well happen with this new found situation Henneth was in. None the less, he had his goal in mind and was contemplating many things about this situation, be it that it may be trust worthy or complete madness, none the less, he was the one who acted upon it and made his way to Paris for all of this, having taken a leave from the company for personal reasons which was a first on his part to which it was allowed because of that.  He had hardly anything left to lose at this rate, the worst that would be lost would be his position in life or his life overall. Twas a risk he’d been willing to take over the chance of any wish he so had being granted for him by this Bonaparte being, not knowing much about him, he had no reason not to trust him but he didn’t have reason to trust him either. None the less, he thought that all would be figured out in due time.

Now, Henneth had come back to the world at somepoint and was no longer spaced in his mind. He looked about to judge the location he was at, while it wasn’t far from the airport he was at or the sections of the city he explored. It seemed well enough for a rally and extraction point. While the idea of it being at a hotel puzzled him, it did make sense in the end of the thought chain. It made more sense than a cafe or store front, while there might be better locations for such an interaction, this did seem to be how it was all planned. Having people arrive at different times and or heading to the estate on their own. None the less, it seemed to come together rather well in the end of it all.

Having nothing else to do, he started speaking to himself aloud in German, wondering if anybody could understand him. Without much wait from that moment, he turned to the girl on the bench not far from him and gave off a friendly greeting. [color=0072bc]“Guten tag fruend! Ich heisse Henneth.”[/color] With that, he smiled and sat in a relaxed position and slowly closed his eyes in wait for either a response from anybody or until he falls asleep, which ever comes first.