PKA: Fresh Term (Open to plot members)
Feb 19, 2014 23:08:56 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Feb 19, 2014 23:08:56 GMT -5
 The Peacekeeper Academy ****************************
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Morning. I'm awake with the punctuality that was expected of me. Not by Lieutenant Commander P. Lawson, but by my father who wants nothing more than the highest grading in the Peacekeeper Academy. He truly believes that with my skills and his heritage as a past promising Peacekeeper, I can become one of exceptional standard. Maybe he's right. We'll soon find out. I look to the uniform that is laid upon my bed. Quickly, it comes to mind how this will be the last time I shall sleep in this bed for a few weeks. I can still come home during the weekends, but my father has told me not to in case I get side tracked. I don't blame him, it is a possibility. Besides, if I'm bunked with Alex, my brother, then I'll have nothing to worry about in terms of loneliness.
I look at myself in the mirror. This uniform is much too formal for my liking. Black school-like trousers with a short sleeved shirt and dark blue tie. The shirt has a blue trim on each sleeve, and the peacekeeper badge on the sleeve below the seam to the shoulder. On the back, it says 'ORCA'. I turn round and see it, and I smile. I'm nervous about my first day in the academy. I fear for what those in the Academy will think of me, this ex-career and son of a past commander. It should have no baring on my success, but everybody knows that nepotism happens everywhere you turn.
I venture on downstairs to the smell of fresh toast made by my mother. "Butter?" She says to me with the usual politeness. "Yeah, go on then." I say to her casually. She hasn't turned around to see me in my uniform yet. Across the room there's my dad, he sees me in the corner of his eye but has to take a double glance before realizing it's me. "Tyren." He says. Mum turns around and gasps at me. Is it on wrong? She's glaring at me, but I can see a sparkle in her eyes. "What?" I say to both of them. "You look just like your father did when I first met him." I raise a brow, not sure whether to be flatted or not. "You look ready, cadet." He says, half mocking and half not. I only just noticed that he's glancing up from his newspaper.
Alex comes in behind me from the stairs too. He's dressed in the same get-up with the exact same back writing. 'ORCA'. "Thank god you're not identical twins." Mum says. We laugh as she hands us a plate of two bits of toast each. "Cheers." I say. "Yeah, cheers" Alex copies but with a mouth-full. We sit at the table opposite each other. Mum and dad are on the couch, probably preparing for the likely tearful departure. I don't understand that sadness. Suddenly I hear something on the floor behind my chair, a scraping. I look a little startled until I look round, realizing it is my three year old brother, Tyler. "Oi you, gave me a heart attack." He looks up at me sadly. "Hey, I was only joking." I hold out my arms to pick him up. He puts himself into them and I hold him. He puts his hands around my shoulders in a hug that is surprisingly tight. "Woah, what's up?" I ask him, but I know. He's going to miss me and Alex.
"Aw, Tyren put him down he's been milking it all morning." Mum tells me, but I don't because I'm not stupid, I can see he's clearly upset. If he was looking for attention he'd be loud. "Don't go..." He says childishly, as a three year old would. "Gotta, but I'll be back soon. I'll come and see ya." I reassure him. "Don't you worry your little self." I hear him sigh a little so I put him down again. Quickly enough, I'm done with my toast. Nerves are putting me off it a little.
"Right mum, dad." Alex begins. "Time to go, don't want to be late." He goes to hug them quickly. Dad doesn't hug, he never has - even when I was in hospital gripping for life he did hug or say he loved me. It's not bothering because I know that's what he's like. It worries me to think that being a Peacekeeper might null of my emotions and make me a Capitol Husk. I'll avoid it if I can though. It can't be that hard. He shakes Alex's hand. "Have fun, son." He then shakes mine after I say goodbye to mum. "You too, mate." Mate, that's what I mean.
We're out the door and walking in the decreasingly winter-like District Two. The Peacekeeper Academy is on the outskirts, but we'll have to walk. It's not far, just up one straight road and then a twist and a turn and you're there.
We go the way we were supposed to, making conversation around our expectations. "I wonder if 'P. Lawson' is as scary as dad says." Alex ponders. "Well, I'm sure he is, if dad says it. That man is fearless." It's true though. Dad is always the one to do the dangerous stuff. He's the one who collects the firewood in the deeper winters from the busy markets, which can get quite busy and scary. I would do it, and could do it, but he says it's too dangerous. "Well, here it is." Alex declares. Peacekeeper Academy.
We look forward and we see a huge gate surrounding what looks like a prison.
We're cleared to go through the gates simply by the uniform we're wearing. I look over at Alex and he's putting on glasses. "What on earth...?" I look at him whilst we walk to the gloomy building. "Need them for reading." I take a double glance. "Reading? You never read." He doesn't. I mean, neither do I, but he just doesn't. "Well, that's because I needed these." Fine, you win.
We enter the doors and inside is standing the man himself. Lieutenant Commander Paul Lawson. His military-shaved head and stubble makes his jaw stand right out. His head is large and his outfit is formally militaristic. Military decorations litter his suit. We're not late, we're the first there. We're early. Nerdy-Alex, and Scarred-Tyren.
"Glasses and Scars." Says a woman from behind us, closing the door to stop the cold getting in. "What?" I say to her. She glares at me when I look round to see her in an equally formal get-up. "That's Captain, to you Cadet." I'm completely foreign in this place. The small eyes of Lawson are baring down at me and Alex, who aren't saluting or any of that stuff. We don't know when to, how to, or anything. I see 'Cpt. Lussa' on her name tag before I avert my gaze back upon Lawson. "Cadets, welcome." He finally says. "To the right is your dorms, to the left is everything you need to prepare yourself for your courses. Your introductory tutorial will be held in the conference room in two days. Don't be late, or you won't pass. Simple." He's going easy on us, I can tell. Punctual means on time. Not early nor late. We're probably fifteen minutes early. That makes us off time.
"Yes, sir." Alex says, which gains a mocking smirk from Lawson, and a little bit of a laugh from Lussa. I roll my eyes at the formalities and just go straight left, Alex following me after a moment's thought.
We go to our dorms, and we see we're sharing with somebody, but we don't know who it is.
I look at myself in the mirror. This uniform is much too formal for my liking. Black school-like trousers with a short sleeved shirt and dark blue tie. The shirt has a blue trim on each sleeve, and the peacekeeper badge on the sleeve below the seam to the shoulder. On the back, it says 'ORCA'. I turn round and see it, and I smile. I'm nervous about my first day in the academy. I fear for what those in the Academy will think of me, this ex-career and son of a past commander. It should have no baring on my success, but everybody knows that nepotism happens everywhere you turn.
I venture on downstairs to the smell of fresh toast made by my mother. "Butter?" She says to me with the usual politeness. "Yeah, go on then." I say to her casually. She hasn't turned around to see me in my uniform yet. Across the room there's my dad, he sees me in the corner of his eye but has to take a double glance before realizing it's me. "Tyren." He says. Mum turns around and gasps at me. Is it on wrong? She's glaring at me, but I can see a sparkle in her eyes. "What?" I say to both of them. "You look just like your father did when I first met him." I raise a brow, not sure whether to be flatted or not. "You look ready, cadet." He says, half mocking and half not. I only just noticed that he's glancing up from his newspaper.
Alex comes in behind me from the stairs too. He's dressed in the same get-up with the exact same back writing. 'ORCA'. "Thank god you're not identical twins." Mum says. We laugh as she hands us a plate of two bits of toast each. "Cheers." I say. "Yeah, cheers" Alex copies but with a mouth-full. We sit at the table opposite each other. Mum and dad are on the couch, probably preparing for the likely tearful departure. I don't understand that sadness. Suddenly I hear something on the floor behind my chair, a scraping. I look a little startled until I look round, realizing it is my three year old brother, Tyler. "Oi you, gave me a heart attack." He looks up at me sadly. "Hey, I was only joking." I hold out my arms to pick him up. He puts himself into them and I hold him. He puts his hands around my shoulders in a hug that is surprisingly tight. "Woah, what's up?" I ask him, but I know. He's going to miss me and Alex.
"Aw, Tyren put him down he's been milking it all morning." Mum tells me, but I don't because I'm not stupid, I can see he's clearly upset. If he was looking for attention he'd be loud. "Don't go..." He says childishly, as a three year old would. "Gotta, but I'll be back soon. I'll come and see ya." I reassure him. "Don't you worry your little self." I hear him sigh a little so I put him down again. Quickly enough, I'm done with my toast. Nerves are putting me off it a little.
"Right mum, dad." Alex begins. "Time to go, don't want to be late." He goes to hug them quickly. Dad doesn't hug, he never has - even when I was in hospital gripping for life he did hug or say he loved me. It's not bothering because I know that's what he's like. It worries me to think that being a Peacekeeper might null of my emotions and make me a Capitol Husk. I'll avoid it if I can though. It can't be that hard. He shakes Alex's hand. "Have fun, son." He then shakes mine after I say goodbye to mum. "You too, mate." Mate, that's what I mean.
We're out the door and walking in the decreasingly winter-like District Two. The Peacekeeper Academy is on the outskirts, but we'll have to walk. It's not far, just up one straight road and then a twist and a turn and you're there.
We go the way we were supposed to, making conversation around our expectations. "I wonder if 'P. Lawson' is as scary as dad says." Alex ponders. "Well, I'm sure he is, if dad says it. That man is fearless." It's true though. Dad is always the one to do the dangerous stuff. He's the one who collects the firewood in the deeper winters from the busy markets, which can get quite busy and scary. I would do it, and could do it, but he says it's too dangerous. "Well, here it is." Alex declares. Peacekeeper Academy.
We look forward and we see a huge gate surrounding what looks like a prison.
We're cleared to go through the gates simply by the uniform we're wearing. I look over at Alex and he's putting on glasses. "What on earth...?" I look at him whilst we walk to the gloomy building. "Need them for reading." I take a double glance. "Reading? You never read." He doesn't. I mean, neither do I, but he just doesn't. "Well, that's because I needed these." Fine, you win.
We enter the doors and inside is standing the man himself. Lieutenant Commander Paul Lawson. His military-shaved head and stubble makes his jaw stand right out. His head is large and his outfit is formally militaristic. Military decorations litter his suit. We're not late, we're the first there. We're early. Nerdy-Alex, and Scarred-Tyren.
"Glasses and Scars." Says a woman from behind us, closing the door to stop the cold getting in. "What?" I say to her. She glares at me when I look round to see her in an equally formal get-up. "That's Captain, to you Cadet." I'm completely foreign in this place. The small eyes of Lawson are baring down at me and Alex, who aren't saluting or any of that stuff. We don't know when to, how to, or anything. I see 'Cpt. Lussa' on her name tag before I avert my gaze back upon Lawson. "Cadets, welcome." He finally says. "To the right is your dorms, to the left is everything you need to prepare yourself for your courses. Your introductory tutorial will be held in the conference room in two days. Don't be late, or you won't pass. Simple." He's going easy on us, I can tell. Punctual means on time. Not early nor late. We're probably fifteen minutes early. That makes us off time.
"Yes, sir." Alex says, which gains a mocking smirk from Lawson, and a little bit of a laugh from Lussa. I roll my eyes at the formalities and just go straight left, Alex following me after a moment's thought.
We go to our dorms, and we see we're sharing with somebody, but we don't know who it is.
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