Jim really liked to wake up early. He really liked to have a chance to gather his thoughts before facing The Day. Of course the other main reason he liked it, was the one he was dealing with presently.
Jeffery pulled back and let fly. Jim had always felt that whips where a bit stone age, that the Order of Whintow should probably upgrade to, like electro shock or solitary. But Elder John Jack had a bit of a thing for the vintage. And for theatrics. Hence the stupid monk robes.
Seriously, when he'd seen all the campy cosmetics he'd actually laughed out loud (an action he'd regretted) and thought. "My gosh, I've just signed my soul to nerd hell." In a way he had, only, well, the alternative...
And as Jeffery had quickly established, nerds could be deadly. He groaned and rubbed his shoulder. No blood. Thankfully you didn't get the nasty barbed one for over sleeping.
"See you at breakfast." Jeffery said.
"Yeah..." Jim winced and pulled his robe back on. Why had he over slept? He never over slept. There had to be something... but the previous days memories were gone.
He walked down the pale yellow hallway toward the mass mess, as they liked to call it. Cuz they combined Mass and Breakfast to save time. He vaguely remembered feeling that this was deeply blasphemous when he'd first joined, but, well, you did what your told, and forgot the rest.
He entered the enormous room and scanned it. Already over 2,000 members of the Order had congregated and where laughing and chatting over breakfast. He sat down at a table. Jerry brought him a plate.
"Thanks mate!"
It smelled really great. Eggs and oatmeal. And toast.
"You're late. I really wanted to play a hand of Carmah Cards before Elder John Jack starts mass." Jeremy frowned at him. "you do remember?" Jeremy was, as far as he knew, his best friend.
"Sorry, I had a flogging scheduled for 7:30 after i over slept." He dug in.
"Dang it!"
A huge curtain pulled back to reveal a 1000 square ft tv screen. On it, Elder John Jack appeared and started Mass.
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