Post by Felicia Blackwood on Jul 26, 2015 20:23:20 GMT -5
An envelope bearing the Ashford seal was hand-delivered was placed on the desk in front of her. Her ruby eyes drifted up to meet the stranger’s unfamiliar eyes, but the young man turned away before she could question him further. She let out a disgruntled huff and carefully opened the letter, trying not to get a papercut. Her eyes widened as she read it, and without her conscious effort, her office door slammed shut. The loud ‘bang’ startled her, but, the distraction was only temporary. She read the piece of paper, which was cream in color save for the black and red logo at the top, and placed it down on her desk afterward. She rested her elbows on the top of the desk and placed her hands over her mouth. It was not easy to stun the commander speechless, but, somehow, the officials had managed to do it. She was almost sure these orders could not have come from anyone but them. Meredith would never order such a thing unless it was absolutely necessary. She tried to put it out of her mind, but the statement of the order haunted her the entire night.
Felicia arrived early to her specified location. Dark circles were clear under her eyes, but she kept her facial expression neutral. She watched the rest of the students being led into the area, a slight amount of guilt in her chest. The silver-haired young woman was free to roam around the area as she pleased, and yet, her fellow students were rounded up in a large cell. She could see the need for it; there were certainly going to be rebellious ones amongst the group. She did not see that justifying the need for locking up the entire student population besides the participants, but she was not there to question orders, she was there to follow them, for better or for worse. She thought back to the paper she had read the day before and clenched her jaw ever-so slightly. She needed to keep herself in control; if the other students sensed her hesitation, they would certainly take advantage of it. She hoped that the other prefects that were supposed to help her would come soon. She was not sure how much more indecision she could take. She was starting to feel restless on her feet and was tempted to start pacing the floor, but she decided to wait until she saw some more prefects file in before attempting to move anywhere.
Her ruby eyes flicked across the span of the caged-in area around the students, watching them for a few moments. She thought she heard a few grumblings about being locked up, and some other ones about what a conspiracy the whole situation was. As much as she wanted to believe the government’s intentions were good, she had a few doubts. It just sounded too good to be true, and if she had learned anything, it was that, if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. She let out a sigh and nodded politely to the prefect who shifted into her position. She started to pace a little bit, though she tried to make it look like she was really just surveying and listening. In all honesty, she was wrapped up in her thoughts.
How could she follow the orders that she was given? She had a personal code of ethics that she had to adhere to, and that meant not attacking students unless absolutely necessary. The orders she had been given had stated that ‘those patrolling the area must use force to subdue any rebellious students for the safety of all’. She highly doubted violence would cause less of a problem; in fact, she was convinced it would just make any kind of disturbance worse. Of course, the heads of the program (and the school as well) did not know a blessed thing about what was happening. If they had, they certainly would not have given the circulating prefects the order they had. Without even realizing it, she had raised her fist to her mouth and started biting her thumb, scraping the hard surface of her teeth across her fair skin. She was so deep into her mental debate, she barely felt her shoulder collide with someone else’s. Her eyelashes fluttered when her brain registered the fact that she had bumped into none other than Meredith Monroe, the head prefect. She squared her shoulders and saluted her slightly, forgetting for a moment that she was not in a military institution. Old habits die hard, she thought to herself, lowering her hand and letting it fall to her side. “My apologies, Miss Monroe. I’m usually more careful,” the young prefect managed, linking her fingers together behind her back to hide her slightly reddened thumb. A tired smile crossed her face as she slipped into pleasantries, “How are you this morning?” She was trying to give no inkling of her internal turmoil. It was no one’s problem but her own, after all.