Post by Kara Monroe on Feb 7, 2012 10:36:48 GMT -5
Kara entered her home, the Academy was as busy as ever. Parents bringing their children to stay, and some parents asking to see their children. It was a common sight. Students ran around outside playing, within the front doors, there were class rooms filled with students, learning math, science and the like. These people could even see the stage, where plays were being practiced.
Kara walked past all these rooms and into the head master's office. Without a word, she closed the door, he offered her a nod, and she returned it. With no one else in his office she opened a hidden door, which lead to the real Academy.
She smiled at her home, children were sparing, and learning to handle guns. Kara took a moment to stop outside of a class room, within an instructor was teaching the children how to kill quickly. Where the vital organs, nerve clusters, and the like were on the body. Kara was taught to believe, if you wanted to kill someone, you had to understand the human body, the human condition.
Kara moved on, not wanting to be sucked into the lecture or into speaking to the children. Though she watched and dodged as other students made their way to the next set of classes, the Academy is a well oiled machine, and she aimed to destroy it some day.
Stopping in front of the real "head master's" door, she knocked. Softly, at first, then a little harder until she was told to come inside. walking in, she stood at attention.
Kara walked past all these rooms and into the head master's office. Without a word, she closed the door, he offered her a nod, and she returned it. With no one else in his office she opened a hidden door, which lead to the real Academy.
She smiled at her home, children were sparing, and learning to handle guns. Kara took a moment to stop outside of a class room, within an instructor was teaching the children how to kill quickly. Where the vital organs, nerve clusters, and the like were on the body. Kara was taught to believe, if you wanted to kill someone, you had to understand the human body, the human condition.
Kara moved on, not wanting to be sucked into the lecture or into speaking to the children. Though she watched and dodged as other students made their way to the next set of classes, the Academy is a well oiled machine, and she aimed to destroy it some day.
Stopping in front of the real "head master's" door, she knocked. Softly, at first, then a little harder until she was told to come inside. walking in, she stood at attention.
