Doing What Needs to be Done [Kire]
Jan 21, 2015 0:52:38 GMT -5
Post by Eastern Orange on Jan 21, 2015 0:52:38 GMT -5
Fahrenheit stood, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, at the end of the sidewalk leading to Headquarters. He was the picture of agitation. On the best of days, Fahrenheit looked mildly pissed off. However, he rarely ever was. The architecture of his face, coupled with the frostiness of his eyes, just lent themselves to a resting bitch face. But today, there could be no mistaking it: Fahrenheit was livid. His jaw jutted forward, and his mouth was pushed into a hard, bloodless line. He waited impatiently, shifting his weight between his legs every few seconds, letting out huffs of white vapor.His heart slammed in his chest when his heard the door of headquarters swing open, and his fingers dug into his thighs. He cast a quick look down the sidewalk, and let out a grumble of irritation when he saw it wasn’t who he was waiting for. A pair of peacekeepers ambled down the path toward him, slowing slightly as they passed Fahrenheit. “What’s wrong, Heity?” The taller of the two, Viktor, said with a sneer. “Your babysitter late?” Fahrenheit’s mouth drew back into a soundless snarl, and he shot Viktor a seething look, but said nothing. Viktor just laughed at the display, and continued on with his partner.His peers had no respect for Fahrenheit, which was fine by him. In fact, they seemed to have disdain for him. Fahrenheit never made an effort to go out with them, or befriend them in anyway. Most of the others seemed to take that as a slight, and assumed Fahrenheit thought he was better than them. They didn’t understand his loner tendencies, and they also seemed to have a problem with his lack of bloodthirstiness when it came to the job. But Fahrenheit couldn’t give a flying fuck what the other Peacekeepers thought of him. He found their behavior abhorrent, just as they objected his. He hated the perverse pleasure his colleagues seemed to have when asserting their power over people, and their willingness to punish for the slightest offence.In fact, it was Fahrenheit’s unwillingness to punish a little boy that got him in trouble. He had been walking through the market, when he heard a child crying. He found the source of the disturbance: A boy had been caught stealing an apple from a cart. He was a scrawny, filthy orphan, and the owner of the cart wanted Fahrenheit to arrest him, which would inevitably lead to him getting whipped in the square. Not wanting the little boy to suffer, Fahrenheit paid for the apple, and tried to end it at that, but the owner of the cart apparently felt cheated because he went to Fahrenheit’s captain and reported him. His captain was not happy, and that incident, along with some other past discrepancies, landed him in major trouble. As a result, Fahrenheit had been assigned a ‘babysitter’. Some out-of-towner who he has never met. He had no clue who this person would be, and it put him on edge. He was extremely worried that this person would make him do things he did not want to do, things he couldn’t stomach. Such as arresting a starving child and giving him lashes.Now, standing out in the cold, Fahrenheit willed his jailer to appear. He couldn’t take the suspense any longer. He made an effort to relax his muscles, and breathe deeply, but he just kept thinking about that little boy, and how he won’t be able to protect him next time.