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Date Posted: 01:41:03 09/25/06 Mon He has been through this before, these ordered marches that sent him blindly into what he could only perceive as his own death. Such thoughts were probably a bit on the dramatic side, but it was the only way he knew how to view such situations. A part of him had to wonder if this was what a man being marched to his own execution felt, knowing what to expect, yet at the same time having absolutely no clue at all of what was to come, well other then their own death. For him though, there was no such ending guaranteed, there was no lethal injection, or whatever it is they use to meet him at the when he reached his destination. Truth be told he much rather be facing his own execution, that would be much more predictable then this. He could understand death, even his own. He was raised to take living and dying with the same unflinching grace. But something like this… there was no training in the world that could prepare him for something like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen; this was a mistake it had to be. He didn’t belong here; someone like him had no business in a place like this pretending to be normal. Normal wasn’t a role he was cut out for; even if he had all the training in the world he would never master the simple role of normalcy. He could try, he would try because they told him too and it would never occur to him to argue with their decision. He would go into this giving it his all, but deep down inside he knew he was going to fail, and he was going to fail miserably. He also knew that this could only end one way, things would get ugly very ugly. Eventually things would crash and burn around him and had he the guts he would have pointed out that when they do it would be him that got burned, but arguing wasn’t an option, no the only option he had was to go through with their poorly thought out scheme and hope for the best. It had been a woman who had greeted him, her name was Ms. Archon. She was an older woman though far from actually being old. One of the most noticeable things about her though was her size, small and thin she couldn’t be taller then five foot and she would be lucky if she reached ninety pounds. But she had a sense of importance about her, that air that said she was in charge that would make anyone think twice before they questioned her. She was a frail lady though, and with her ashen blond hair, fair skin, and bright blue eyes she had almost china-doll appearance that seemed to exist in total contrast with the authoritative air she gave off. She had greeted her new pupil with the same kind warmness as she would greet any other. And after a brief speech she was leading him down the hall to what he knew was his doom. Ms. Archon didn’t speak as she led him down the hall, she had in the beginning, but she had soon given up all hopes of conversation as the responses she got were seemingly deemed unworthy of the effort. He was thankful for the silence; the silence would allow him to gather himself. He moved quietly behind her, head bowed eyes lowered to the ground, not even bothering to take in the soundings of the area. He didn’t need to though he was sure it all looked the same. The walls were for the most part bare save for a few signs and bulleting boards that contained things he couldn’t care about. The walls were white and had an almost washed out appearance do to the bright florescent lights that hung over head. The only break in the pattern was the brown doors every few feet. His door was at the end of the hallway, and as they reached it he finally lifted his head eyeing Ms. Archon as she quietly opened it for him to slip through. He eyed the doorway briefly as he straightened his frame eyes moving quickly over the hallway, he searched for an escape but there was none, not within reach. He had to go through that door if he liked it or not. holding his breath he cautiously took the needed step that carried him into the room and as he did so Ms. Archon closed the door behind him. He had the urge to turn and flee from the room and never look back. But that wasn’t possible, plus that would end the gig right away. he was supposed to be blending, but how does someone who turned heads simply by existing blend? IT just wasn’t going to happen, but either way he knew fleeing wasn’t an option, and instead he moved forward towards the middle of the room. A woman younger then Ms. Archon waited for him there, she was taller then her superior by maybe five inches, but she had a softness about her that would probably leave her as the subordinate throughout her career. She greeted him with a quick smile, and though she made no move actually touch him, she managed to usher him to stand in front of her facing the room. With that her attention was off him. “Class we will have a new student joining us, his name is Milek Vogel, he just moved here from Germany and I would like if it everyone made him feel as comfortable and welcomed as possible.” [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |