Walk of Shame (Cameo)
Sept 18, 2014 16:20:54 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Sept 18, 2014 16:20:54 GMT -5
You'd think everything woud be alright after what I went through and my decision to 'leave' the academy was rock solid. As long as I'm in her arms it is. As long as we're together and she's taking care of me my world seems right again. Well as right as it can be with the threat of her being punished as well still looming over our heads.
Now that I stand in front of the big gates of the peace keeper academy and have to fill in a form to be let in, I don't feel so great anymore. I feel like a failure. One point away from graduation I managed to get myself not only kicked out but also flogged.
The lashes of the whip had only been half the number I got sentenced to for my lies but they still split the skin on my back enough to take almost a week to stop oozing. The deeper cuts still hurt when I move, especially when I turn my upper body in any direction but I've gotten a rather angry etter that all my things I left at the academy will be thrown out if I don't pick them up.
So here I am, walking slow like and old man and with a look in my eyes that clearlyshows my shame. Some of it is an act to avoid further trouble. Part of me also feels the shame. I wish I could have become a peace keeper. I would have made a good one.
"There you go, Mr. Dunham." The gate security hands me a form before I pass through the gate and make my way toward the main building.
I can practically feel the eyes of familiar looking recruits on me. They all heard, I'm sure.
Today is not the day to call them out on it though.
Behind my back I can hear them talk while I enter the building to carefully climb the steps to the first floor always mindful to keep my back straight.
Now that I stand in front of the big gates of the peace keeper academy and have to fill in a form to be let in, I don't feel so great anymore. I feel like a failure. One point away from graduation I managed to get myself not only kicked out but also flogged.
The lashes of the whip had only been half the number I got sentenced to for my lies but they still split the skin on my back enough to take almost a week to stop oozing. The deeper cuts still hurt when I move, especially when I turn my upper body in any direction but I've gotten a rather angry etter that all my things I left at the academy will be thrown out if I don't pick them up.
So here I am, walking slow like and old man and with a look in my eyes that clearlyshows my shame. Some of it is an act to avoid further trouble. Part of me also feels the shame. I wish I could have become a peace keeper. I would have made a good one.
"There you go, Mr. Dunham." The gate security hands me a form before I pass through the gate and make my way toward the main building.
I can practically feel the eyes of familiar looking recruits on me. They all heard, I'm sure.
Today is not the day to call them out on it though.
Behind my back I can hear them talk while I enter the building to carefully climb the steps to the first floor always mindful to keep my back straight.