Be My Teacher - (Jack)
Jul 7, 2014 13:23:00 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Jul 7, 2014 13:23:00 GMT -5
Collar untidy, shirt unbuttoned towards the top. Tie completely loose and untended to. He simply doesn't give a care in the world for how he is presenting himself today. He's on the bus, just like everybody else who would come in. Except this will be his only bus ride to the Academy for a long time, and he will likely not get the bus away from it in his whole life. He is quite a decently built guy, but not overly so like some of the muscle-freaks that seem to mince around this Academy. He raises from his seat on the bus just as it is about to pull up. He is the last off, just narrowly skimming his head off of the roof whereas others have to duck more-so. It's not a new bus at all, and that's because only the criminals come from this bus.
He's only eighteen. He's committed some pretty indecent crimes. He's paying the price. The letter said to stand here, his thoughts track a bit, looking to the floor. There's a white 'X' and a line going to another 'X'. Along the line, a good number of young lads stand as well. Around ten. All of which seem a bit too uptight for Tom's liking. Surely this isn't his dorm-mates...
The wait is awful. A good ten minutes of standing, doing nothing. Tom contemplated moving, going somewhere else. He can't though, because there's fences all around. He's already in the cave, and the bear is at the doorway. Speaking of doorways; the main door opens. Out marches, or whatever kind of gig this Peacekeeper is setting, the commander of some sort. Tom doesn't know who. He has a list in his hand. He starts calling out some names. Tom doesn't recognise any of them.
Finally though; "Cadet Thomas Davidson, dorm A6." Everybody else has been giving a salute after their little piece of information has been given out. Like hell I'm doing that, he refuses mentally. The commander just glares at him. "Your mentor will be in there." Tom just looks on, the commander slightly shakes his head as though he was a lost cause. That's maybe just what he is; a lost cause.
Maybe that's what Tom is counting on, or perhaps he wants to change.
Up the steps he goes. One by one, the responsibility on his shoulders gets shrugged off as he realizes he is walking towards the place in which he will likely be calling home for a while. A6... A6... A6... There. He slips a hand onto the handle, and twists. He looks in; nobody is there. He looks around the corner briefly, expecting nobody - there's somebody though. A fair haired cadet, or private - whatever he is. Tom sees there's somebody and then walks straight in, almost with a sigh. He throws his bag onto the top bunk above the kid who has the bottom, and then leans on the other bunk bed as he looks at the other guy who must be of a similar age. "You're my mentor?"