Post by lt. jerome trevor allen on Apr 4, 2010 14:15:11 GMT -8
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11:41 AM
Every day and every week, the routine had been the same: wake up, get ready, eat breakfast, and enforce security around here. 'Enforce security' was a different meaning for everyone. Some would deliberately bother students who weren't doing anything wrong (or patients rather) and stir up trouble that didn't require a staff's insight. Others would simply do their job a little too well and took it very seriously. Lieutenant Jerome was in the middle and he found himself being quite the lenient guard around Worden academy. Often times he wouldn't have anything to do, reading literature supplied by the institution were misplaced and vandalized - resulting in missing pages or profane words scribbled over the text. So he couldn't read, but the novels that didn't suffer that disrespectful fate were books Jero wasn't interested in reading. So, as a result, he would resort to drugs; it wasn't like his coworkers were going to check him for illegal contraband. Better, he could even deal with some of these lowlife brats and start an underground business of his own.
Since the place was pretty much a prison for unruly teens, Jerome acknowledged the fact that money wasn't among the objects of value. Usually it would be a candy bar, a pack of cigarettes, something they could use day to day. The weirder offers were sex and Jerome wouldn't accept that, especially from the males. Worden academy was a garden of trouble and the seeds have already been planted since this place was established. He had to question why the Americans, let alone the Russians, kept this secret away from him. But the deal had already been made and he quitting wasn't one of the options. Today was like any other day and there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. No riots, no reports of anyone getting shanked or poisoned... at least not yet. His work schedule was slow and he was recently placed to take the day shift. Waking up early wasn't an issue, it was staying awake that was the problem. The sheer boredom was enough to make him heavy eyed and the other staff would scold him for taking a brief nap.
It was funny, being condition in the Army still didn't rid his body's habit of falling asleep. Since he was a unique member of the security staff, he wasn't required to wear the usual uniform the others had. His camouflage military outfit sufficed and he would notice people averting their eyes towards him. He was used to it by now and people wouldn't mess with him despite the fact he was new at Worden. He didn't really make friends with the staff as they weren't in the chatty mood, but the patients who retained their respect were interesting to talk to. After breakfast, he took a leisurely stroll through the never ending corridors, an ice blue gaze darting back and forth - making sure trouble wasn't lurking around the corner. Granted, he would break up a fist fight between two scene kids or lecture to another adolescent, but after much walking, he arrived at the grand staircase. It was a beautiful sight, to be honest, but a flock of patients would congregate here to talk or do their own business.
So Jerome figured it was best to make his presence known and preside over everyone. Hands in pockets, he slowly traipsed about the area, taking note of the shine which reflected off the marble surface. With a few small groups of teens spread far from each other, Jero was confident he could kill a little time here and smoke a cigarette. Since he wasn't on break, he was certain another guard would pop out of no where and bitch at him, but he was willing to take that chance. Nicotine in the morning was just what he needed, especially since he felt a little too lethargic. The smoke which circulated through his lungs and left his nostrils was a little piece of heaven and for a moment, he felt the staircase before him was just exactly the place that would lead him to his personal nirvana. "Nah, it's not." He corrected himself, finally realizing that his cigarette was actually a roll of marijuana and laughed at his petty ineptitude. Shaking his head, he quickly smoked his joint, unafraid if the other kids were going to notice.
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TAG peyton
WORDS count it yourself lol
NOTES hope this works out =)
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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