(A/N: TSoaC stands for Two Sides of a Coin)
Augh, where am I?
Richard woke to a bright sun shining on his face from a window. His thoughts were jumbled and he had a headache. He sat up and leaned over, putting his head in his hands. What happened last night? There were those people, those people that had followed him and Jason after they had . . . Jason! What happened to him? Richard lifted his head up urgently. He knew he wasn’t going to find his friend by just sitting here. After rubbing his eyes Richard scanned where he was. It appeared to be like a dorm room, with 2 dressers, 2 desks, 2 chairs, 2 beds, a sink, a mirror above the sink, and of course the window.
He hopped of the bed he was apparently on, and nearly collapsed. His entire body felt weak; he leaned on one of the dressers for support and mumbled a curse. Another thought came to him fast, and he quickly jabbed his hand into his pocket. He relaxed when he felt the cool metal of his pocket watch. If he didn’t have that he was going to have flipped.
He managed to stumble to door without hurting himself. Leaning on the door he put his hand around the brass doorknob. He slowly began to turn it and . . . it was locked. Richard banged his head on the door; he should have seen that coming. He somehow made it back to the plain bed he was originally on. He sat for a moment before deciding to look out the window. The room he was in was on a second floor, and the building was next to a large pond. Before thinking about anything else he tried to open the window, but it too was locked.
Leaning against the window and continuing looking outside, he felt as though he should know where he was. He knew most every part of the city, but he couldn’t wrap his head around his current location. The sound of the door opening surprised Richard and he turned back around quickly. The doorway was now open and a man of maybe 30 had taken a step inside. He was a tall, thin man with light coloured skin and a bald head. He carried a clipboard and a blank expression.
“You are Richard, correct?” he said with a slight accent.
“Sorry man, you must have the wrong guy, my name is ‘Rih-chard’, not ‘Re-shard’,” Richard mocked the accent the man had. The un-amused looking man continued to look un-amused.
The man sighed, “Get yourself together and go to the Registration room as soon a possible,”in obvious boredom. The man turned to leave but Richard wasn’t going to let him leave without some sort of explanation.
“Hey, wait! Where am I am anyways?!” he asked first, then added, “And how am I supposed to know where this registration room is?” The man stopped, and it looked as though he was considering whether or not to answer. He sighed.
“To answer your first question, you are in the male dormitory section of the West Academy. The answer to the second is, you find it.”
“Wait, I’m . . .” Richard was still processing where he was, “why the hell am I here?!”
“You have been chosen, obviously.”
No, not obviously, thought Richard. The man was about to continue walking away but Richard had one more question he needed to ask.
“Can you at least tell me where Jason is?”
“Hm? You mean your friend? He should be in room 615,” and before the red haired boy could ask anything more, he left. Richard jumped off the bed, and, just like the last time, nearly collapsed. He cursed again and shuffled to the sink for support and so he could look at himself in the mirror.
He looked like a wreck. The hair on his head could only be described by the term ‘bed-head’. He had never put forth much effort into it, but he now combed it with his fingers, trying to make it look like he hadn’t just come out of a clothes dryer. His gold eyes stared at him through the mirror; he looked down. God, he hated his eyes. They had proved their worth though, and it was through more than just seeing. There was also a bruise on his neck. Probably a result of whatever had happened last night.
Once Richard felt that his legs were strong enough he did a slight stagger into the hallway. He rested on the side of the doorway, looking both ways trying to decide which direction 615 was. He finally just chose to go to his right, hoping it wouldn’t prove to be futile. The number plate next to his door read 610; Jason had to be close. Unless he had already made his way out of his room, if this was the case Richard was going to slap him, once he did eventually find him. As he walked, Richard noted that the floor was kind of cold, and realized he wasn’t wearing anything on his feet. You gotta be kiddin’ me. He was glad no one else was in the hallway; he knew they’d probably be mocking him.
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