The Red Thingy Hanging In Space (OPEN TO ALL RP'ers)

Vansom* stands outside his house looking at the night sky. Filled with different star of various sizes he then finally sees what he's looking for: Mars. Tommorrow was the big day, the day that he and others would be launched into to space and off to mars. Vansom was really anxious but at the same time he was really scared. The thought of a launch failer, getting blown to bits, or any other tragic things made him feel nocious. After a few minuties of gagging, he went back inside and off to bed, dreaming about or what really was going to happen in reality tomorrow...*

*Vansom, a 21year old astronaut*,

*A young woman walks quietly to her house, thinking about the events that will take place tomorrow. If anything should go wrong how would her family feel, but she wants to take a chance at it. She glances up at the night sky and winces... it's so far up... she says to herself. If there was a way to get out of this, she would. Although, she cant. She wont...she really wants to go..It's not that she doesn't care about her family: because she does. It's just...it's been a dream of hers: to visit mars. She spends almost everyday researching about the strange planet. In fact she still remembers the time her father bought her a telescope. It was on her 12th birthday, and ever since then, the planet mars has fascinated her. So now, after 8 long years...It's time..*

DESTINATION:
CENTRAL CONTROL, DEEP WITHIN THE WHITE HOUSE.

A older man grips his phone and yells into it harsly, "I Don't CARE what happens to them, I NEED RESULTS NOT FAILURE!"
"I know Mr. Kennedy ," a man on the other line says," but..."

Interrupting the scientist, "Just DO IT or Im send my own people to make you do it!" He then slamms the phone back onto its charging station.

Sitting down, he retrives his handkerchief and wipes the sweat from his forehead. He stared at the threatening message he had received this morning. "This is part of national secrety" he said under his breath, "it's too late now. We'll just have to rely on them for now."

EARLIER THAT MORNING

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-i-----i----ii--" *Vanson smashed his fist on the alarm button*
"Oh, sh**! Im Late!"
Vanson quickly pulls on some clothes, brushes his teeth, grooms his hair, then dashes out the front door like a mad rabbit.

*She sighs as she says her farewells to her family. She hugs them all in short, but meaningful hugs. She hopes she can keep in the tears that threaten to escape her eyes..at least until she gets in the car. With one final "Goodbye" she leaves. She leaves her family, her friends..her life. Once she is in the car, and a good distance away from her family: she stops the car abruptly. The tears stream down her face and quiet sobs escape her. Her body shakes violently (from her sobs) and her mind races. After what seems like forever, she wipes away the tears roughly with the back of her hand. The lump in her throat hasn't disappeared and she fears it never will*

"I-It's now or never" *She stutters to herself*

*Stepping down on the peddle again she knows...that there is no turning back now. There were still so many things she wanted to say to her family. So many things she wanted to do in life. She laughed an awkward laugh as she realized that this was one of the biggest things she wanted to do. Maybe she was losing her mind..*

Vansom took his hemlet from one of the sceientest named "Ghhawi" one of his friends he made while working here.
"Good luck, and try to bring back some sourviners for me" Said Ghhaiw, waving as Vansom headed to the debriefing me.
There, someone took the procedures of checking the suit, making sure there was no holes or fauls in it.
He couldn't help but laugh when he looked over and saw Yonmi getting the procedure, it was the same but the man checking her was harsh with his hands and started to touch inappropirate spots.
She hit him square in the jaw, and with one punch he was knocked out cold.
After that, none of the other inspecters dared check the rest of her and just passed her through.
While they were having a terrifying moment as she started to walk past them, I just had to laugh my a** off, it was freaken ridulous.

*Stopping dead in her tracks she looked up at the massive building. Her breathes were coming out rugged and her head was spinning: from dizziness. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep. Although apparently her body had other idea's. She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched over herself: getting ready to vomit. Nothing happened.*

*Sighing, she straightened up and took her first step into the building. The atmosphere of the room made her regret ever walking into it: and she found herself back outside again without her own acknowledgement. She scampered back to her car and forcefully shut the door. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested the side of her head on her knee's. She was rigid with fear. She began arguing with herself over what to do next...Should she go back home and waste this exceptional opportunity? Or should she stay and...She trailed off. Arguing with herself wasn't going to do her any good.*

"...You'll have a story to tell your grandchildren" She whispered to herself. *Although there was no humor in her voice: even though there should have been.*

*Stepping out of her car hesitantly she finally made her way inside...and before she knew it, she was dressed and perfectly ready for this..*

"Are you ready for this Yonmi?" Said Vansom, placeing a hand on her shoulder.
She muttered something quitelty but before he could figure out what she said an intendent walked into the room saying that "it was time". . .

The walk to the shuttle seemed to take for ages. In Vansom's mind he was ready for it, but in Yonmi's....her perpective was different.