Contemporary Reporter

I stepped outside from my cabin and inhaled the stiff, sea breeze. I couldn't help but grin – it has been a quite trip, but I very much enjoyed it. I looked down as my white terrier fox, Snowy, barked happily and wagged his tail.

"Good morning to you too, Snowy," I chuckled and bent down to stroke his fur.

The sky was perfect that morning. The sun wasn't too bright, but it was warm enough to melt the freezing air. Thin clouds were surrounding the sky, making a warm blended color of white and blue.

Nothing could get any better than that.

I strolled over to the bow of the ship and leaned myself on the railings, facing towards the sea. A small smirk made its way to the corner of my lips. I was successful. Victorious. It was one of my first, greatest achievements. It's nothing majorly grand, if you ask anyone else.

Well, not yet, at least.

But going all the way to Russia and successfully writing an article on it was hitting a great milestone to me. Visiting new places, seeing new sights…

At first, I was rather nervous. And I didn't think I could go through it, but I did. And it was thrilling.

I was already excited when Le Petit Vingtième sent me out for the job. It was my first time of setting foot outside the country, and I accomplished my assignment. I knew I shouldn't be too proud, but I still couldn't help but feel good about it.

Travelling was a fun side of being a reporter. To be able to meet different people and experience things like never before – that may be ordinary to most people, but to me, it has its own charms.

And then there's the essential part of being a reporter – writing. Either when you type down an article or when you stand in front of the camera reporting a live event, it happens, physically or mentally. It's more than just jotting down words onto paper, or typing down letters on a keyboard. To write is to reflect your thoughts, compile words into a unique artwork of your own, and draw in your readers into a whole, new realm.

And most of the time, in my case, once you fall into the wonders of writing, it's almost impossible to get out of it.

As silly as it sounds, being a reporter is almost like and adventure to me. The places, the stories, the events, the people. So many things I can feel and experience. To some extent, a reporter's job could even be dangerous. And when you're chasing a big story, it always give you that adrenaline rush throughout your body.

I lifted my gaze towards the sea. It should be good to come back to good old Brussels. I was so much more exhausted than I expected I would get. But I know I still have a long way to go. This is just the beginning.

My name? It won't mean a thing to you…

…but at home they call me Tintin.

-X-X-X-

Just an experimental story, not sure exactly where it's gonna go, BUT, it is going to be an alternate-universe story, and will be co-written by mi amigo FameAndJoy42. :3
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