solider boy }} Sasha x Historia
Apr 10, 2014 2:23:20 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 10, 2014 2:23:20 GMT -5
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When I had first joined the Peacekeeping corps i didn't really expect to join the wing I did. I expected to join the wing that would shelter me, give me an endless supply of food- the wing that I would not have to put myself in a fit of fear each time I wet out on a mission. I never expect myself to join the wing that was ran by the most talented peacekeepers in the capitol, or the wing that was full of so much life, so much experience and so many different wonderful people. I had expected my life to be boring, but satisfying. I hand expected it to be like it was, a roller coaster of sorts. But despite it all my life, the road I was walking down now, was much better, much better than the apparitions that I had had ever since I was a child.
But then there were also times when I wished I hadn’t decided to join this wing. Times like now. Not all the time was my life full of fun adventures, or life dangling situations. Well actually, I guess you could call cleaning each and every window on this floor life dangling. Not the task itself, don't get me wrong, no the task it self was quite simple and far from life risking… it was more a person, one person in particular, that made this task so daunting. He was one of the most scariest people alive, his face was stern, his eyes as cold as stone. I bet you're picturing some tall handsome cold guy right? Well he was handsome and he was cold but he defiantly wasn't tall. He was one of the smalls people I know. But just like your mother would have taught you: never judge a book by its cover. And in this case right here, I would take your mothers words to the grave.
Levi Heichou may be small but he definitely was not your average cuddly bear.
Sighing I pull one of the soggy stripped clothes from the bucket at my feet, my hands ringing the martial tightly until no droplets of ager could escape the damp material. Then I shook the cloth, opening it up before folding it once and wandering over to the first window of many to come. I knew I had to do them properly, they had to be crystal clean, not even one speck of dirt… because if there was… I knew I would be running laps for the next few days- and in no circumstances did I want to do that. Cause you see; running laps burns energy and burn in energy means that there is less food in my stomach, meaning that I get really hungry and have to eat more frequently than I usually do, meaning and angry Heichou fuming that I will eat the whole unit out of house and home.
No. I didn't want that.
As soon as I reach the window I begin to the move the cloth in circular motions against the smooth surface of the glass. I watch as small shrieks of water appear before my eyes before disappearing almost immediately as the heated air of the room sucked it dry like a powerful vacuum cleaner. It was oddly fascinating to watch the small shrieks get absorbed into the clear gas around me- I didn't know if it was because I was extremely bored that it amused me or if it was because I was actually gauntly fascinated. Shrugging I move bak over to the bucket, where I repeated the process of dipping squeezing and folding before wandering over to the next window. Only to start the mind numbing task once again.
When I had first joined the Peacekeeping corps i didn't really expect to join the wing I did. I expected to join the wing that would shelter me, give me an endless supply of food- the wing that I would not have to put myself in a fit of fear each time I wet out on a mission. I never expect myself to join the wing that was ran by the most talented peacekeepers in the capitol, or the wing that was full of so much life, so much experience and so many different wonderful people. I had expected my life to be boring, but satisfying. I hand expected it to be like it was, a roller coaster of sorts. But despite it all my life, the road I was walking down now, was much better, much better than the apparitions that I had had ever since I was a child.
But then there were also times when I wished I hadn’t decided to join this wing. Times like now. Not all the time was my life full of fun adventures, or life dangling situations. Well actually, I guess you could call cleaning each and every window on this floor life dangling. Not the task itself, don't get me wrong, no the task it self was quite simple and far from life risking… it was more a person, one person in particular, that made this task so daunting. He was one of the most scariest people alive, his face was stern, his eyes as cold as stone. I bet you're picturing some tall handsome cold guy right? Well he was handsome and he was cold but he defiantly wasn't tall. He was one of the smalls people I know. But just like your mother would have taught you: never judge a book by its cover. And in this case right here, I would take your mothers words to the grave.
Levi Heichou may be small but he definitely was not your average cuddly bear.
Sighing I pull one of the soggy stripped clothes from the bucket at my feet, my hands ringing the martial tightly until no droplets of ager could escape the damp material. Then I shook the cloth, opening it up before folding it once and wandering over to the first window of many to come. I knew I had to do them properly, they had to be crystal clean, not even one speck of dirt… because if there was… I knew I would be running laps for the next few days- and in no circumstances did I want to do that. Cause you see; running laps burns energy and burn in energy means that there is less food in my stomach, meaning that I get really hungry and have to eat more frequently than I usually do, meaning and angry Heichou fuming that I will eat the whole unit out of house and home.
No. I didn't want that.
As soon as I reach the window I begin to the move the cloth in circular motions against the smooth surface of the glass. I watch as small shrieks of water appear before my eyes before disappearing almost immediately as the heated air of the room sucked it dry like a powerful vacuum cleaner. It was oddly fascinating to watch the small shrieks get absorbed into the clear gas around me- I didn't know if it was because I was extremely bored that it amused me or if it was because I was actually gauntly fascinated. Shrugging I move bak over to the bucket, where I repeated the process of dipping squeezing and folding before wandering over to the next window. Only to start the mind numbing task once again.
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