Post by Thaddeus James on Nov 14, 2016 3:55:43 GMT
 | it's a very powerful thing; when someone sees you as the person you wish you were. |
One foot in front of the other. He knew this routine. It was the routine he had been doing for years. For the most part, Thaddeus James liked the predictability that came with routines. Life was much less of a surprise when it was all timed down. But even that didn't stop some surprises from making a grand entrance. The most recent surprise to enter his life had been the removal of one of his friends from the cadet program. Nothing had been said about it, only that he would not be returning. Of course, just because their superiors didn't tell them what had happened didn't mean he didn't have other ways of figuring it out. James would have thought that given his higher status as an actual guardsman, he would have been privy to that information. But apparently that wasn't the case. It had been through the grapevine that he had learned of his friend's fate. A fate, in his opinion, that he should feel thankful to receive.
From what he gathered, Bellamy Blake had been removed from the guard and demoted to janitor. The cause of this sudden change of occupation? Apparently his mother had a second child and the two of them had been hiding her beneath the floor. James had to admit; he was impressed. He had never suspected and he had considered himself to be good friends with the Blake kid. But that just went to show that not everyone was who they appeared to be. He couldn't really blame Bellamy for not turning his mother and sister in. They were his family and even though James was often a stickler for the laws, he wasn't sure he would have been able to turn his family in if he had been in Bellamy's shoes.
The whole ordeal had been what . . . weeks? months ago? James couldn't remember but sometimes he caught himself looking for his friend in the halls. Though he had seen him once or twice, he had never actually spoken to Bellamy after his mother had been floated and his sister had been locked up. James had always considered Bellamy to be a friend, but they had never been best friends that got drunk off of illegal moonshine and told one another their deepest secrets. But that didn't stop James from feeling guilty about not being a better friend. It wasn't that he was shunning Bellamy because of what happened. He was simply caught up in work. Training had been crazier than ever and James had been asked to step in a few times to teach some classes. Of course, he only did this temporarily and was thus given the title of 'teacher's assistant' for these classes.
Realizing that he forgot something in the classroom, James turned around and went back towards the room. He was already down the hall and had taken some turns, so it took him a good five minutes to get back to the classroom. However, when he entered he realized it wasn't empty. Someone was already inside, cleaning it from the previous class. And of course, that person was Bellamy. James paused in the doorway, not sure if he should make himself known or simply leave. But he thought about how awkward it would be if he turned to leave and then Bellamy spotted him. Sighing, James stepped into the classroom.
"Hey," his voice echoed in the empty room. Well, if he didn't feel awkward before then he certainly did now. What was he supposed to say? Sucks that your mom was floated, your sister was locked up and now you're stuck picking up after everyone? James had never been a man of many words, but even he knew that wasn't the right thing to say. "I've been, uhm, meaning to come see how you were doing," James said. And it was the truth, because he had often thought about trying to do that. But the timing had never worked out. "I'm sorry about your mom," he added. His mother was dead so he knew the feeling all too well. Then again, his mother had died when he was young so he barely had any memories of her.
From what he gathered, Bellamy Blake had been removed from the guard and demoted to janitor. The cause of this sudden change of occupation? Apparently his mother had a second child and the two of them had been hiding her beneath the floor. James had to admit; he was impressed. He had never suspected and he had considered himself to be good friends with the Blake kid. But that just went to show that not everyone was who they appeared to be. He couldn't really blame Bellamy for not turning his mother and sister in. They were his family and even though James was often a stickler for the laws, he wasn't sure he would have been able to turn his family in if he had been in Bellamy's shoes.
The whole ordeal had been what . . . weeks? months ago? James couldn't remember but sometimes he caught himself looking for his friend in the halls. Though he had seen him once or twice, he had never actually spoken to Bellamy after his mother had been floated and his sister had been locked up. James had always considered Bellamy to be a friend, but they had never been best friends that got drunk off of illegal moonshine and told one another their deepest secrets. But that didn't stop James from feeling guilty about not being a better friend. It wasn't that he was shunning Bellamy because of what happened. He was simply caught up in work. Training had been crazier than ever and James had been asked to step in a few times to teach some classes. Of course, he only did this temporarily and was thus given the title of 'teacher's assistant' for these classes.
Realizing that he forgot something in the classroom, James turned around and went back towards the room. He was already down the hall and had taken some turns, so it took him a good five minutes to get back to the classroom. However, when he entered he realized it wasn't empty. Someone was already inside, cleaning it from the previous class. And of course, that person was Bellamy. James paused in the doorway, not sure if he should make himself known or simply leave. But he thought about how awkward it would be if he turned to leave and then Bellamy spotted him. Sighing, James stepped into the classroom.
"Hey," his voice echoed in the empty room. Well, if he didn't feel awkward before then he certainly did now. What was he supposed to say? Sucks that your mom was floated, your sister was locked up and now you're stuck picking up after everyone? James had never been a man of many words, but even he knew that wasn't the right thing to say. "I've been, uhm, meaning to come see how you were doing," James said. And it was the truth, because he had often thought about trying to do that. But the timing had never worked out. "I'm sorry about your mom," he added. His mother was dead so he knew the feeling all too well. Then again, his mother had died when he was young so he barely had any memories of her.
