Under the surface (Brody)
Jul 23, 2014 8:43:36 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jul 23, 2014 8:43:36 GMT -5
Matthew Dunham
Just like my trainer suggested I walk home after our conversation. At least got to talk to Kyanite briefly but what seemed more important was the brief but personal talk with the man, who seemed to have made it his goal to take me under his wings.
It feels good to see it that way rather than just another guy who wants to kick my butt because I have plenty of those already including my own father.
The walk home is a little erie because my mind that had gone into a strange scared mode during our talk now seems blank. I hear my own footsteps echo in some back alleys. I hear people talking far away. Some screaming from window to window, from other rooms there's music coming through the wide open windows because of the current heat wave.
I almost feel as if was floating down the street aside from the sweat soaking the back of my shirt and under my arm pits. Small beads are cooling my forehead as soon as I reach an open square where the wind blows a little.
The strange calm that has settled inside of me betrays what's really going on inside of me though. There something brooding under the surface.
That night it's just as hard to find sleep. This time not because of my current situation but because it's so warm and I'm trying to find some closure with Jins, which is hard because I don't know what happened to him. Did he get punished, will he serve enough time? Will he ever return to finish what he started?
I make it a plan to finally go and find out.
The next morning I'm pretty tired and have a hard time getting out of bed. Even now the warm air already comes flowing in through the windows. It's going to be another hot day. Another day to struggle along with 1,5 lungs.
I frown at my own image in the mirror before I get dressed and then make my way to breakfast.
A quick chat with my fellow cadets puts me in a better mood and I have to admit that when I make my way over I'm starting to look forward to todays lesson. Everthing O'Rourke has tought me so far was valuable and spot on. Today it will be no different.
As I greet him with a smile at the entrance of the gmy almost two hours before the question procedures class we have this morning. I've chosen the training outfit but made sure everything is clean, pressed and accurate.
"Good morning, corporal O'Rourke." Oops, I just called him by his name. Damn. My smile fades.