<div class="floatleft">(http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/People/AnimeGuySteampunkWorker.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shane Bartholomew<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Technician<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Contrary to many of the shuttle's other passengers, who seemed bored, restless and annoyed, Shane laid back in his designated seat in a state of complete relaxation. He didn't need the calming presence of music, reading or other distractions to help him through this ride - he was completely<em>within</em>the moment. Any time his anxieties took over for one reason or another, it became easy for a deep breath to sweep them away - after all, tomorrow would be the next day of the rest of his life, literally. Seven years of long hours and little company would be his daily in and out, so for now he could stand to take in every moment - every tiny second of this trip - and he committed it all to memory. Later, in the countless quiet solitude his meager quarters could lend him, he'd write it all down for posterity. He hoped that one day, he'd be able to look back at it all with gladness and a true sense of accomplishment and, if not, well... "this, too, shall pass..."<br/><br/>Growing up a farm boy, that had been his constant motto. Life being steady as the seasons, college was his biggest adventure until now and he was very grateful for the lack of windows in the shuttle, as his greatest anxiety came when the reality of exactly where he was took over his mind. Having only been in flight in the training he had received, it was still quiet difficult to get used to the idea that he was shooting through the dark, cold void of outer space. Another sigh escaped him, leaving his rough sculpted body looking even more at ease - in spite of his busy mind, which was flickering back and forth through the the happenings that had set up his life so far. He chuckled to himself and shook his head at the thought of what his parents might think if they were interested in his life at all enough to know where he was right at that second.