Chapter Two - Roger's Antics
Ralph did not break down into a fit of weeping, but rather, he continued on walking silently. Samneric now lead the procession up onto the ramp used for boarding the cruiser. Ralph was at the tail-end of the line of boys- all disheveled and horribly bruised. He cradled the pair of spectacles carefully. As they all boarded the cruiser, a few more navy officers stepped foreward, and led all of the boys down a long, narrow corridor into their private rooms. As Ralph was lead into his room, he took comfort in the surroundings provided; yet, the condominiums were by no means luxurious to regular eye, but to the boys, they were a welcoming back to civilization.
Ralph dropped immediately onto his bed, and laid there for a few moments, enjoying the silence. Ralph then got up, and headed for the sink. He grabbed a washtowel left on the sink, ran it under hot water, then rubbed it on his face. Immediately, the hot water stung his wounds, and he winced. Ralph finally decided to rest the hot cloth on his face; just as he did, the door to his room suddenly creaked open. Someone stepped inside. Surprised by the sudden entrance, Ralph looked down, as the cloth slipped off of his face. He looked toward the door and nearly screamed.
Roger.
Once Ralph gained a calm poseur, he spoke up.
"What do you want?"
Roger meandered in a few steps, much to Ralph's disliking.
"To harass you," Roger said quickly, smirking.
Ralph rolled his eyes and picked up the cloth, and then shoved it into the sink again.
"Alright, what?" Ralph grumbled.
"What were you going to say?" Roger asked.
"Nothing that pertains to you," Ralph snapped, "and why do you care?"
"Everything pertains to me," Roger smirked.
"He's gone batty," Ralph mumbled under his breath.
"What?" Roger asked absently, whilst he examined the room.
"Nevermind you," Ralph said.
"There you go again."
Ralph stayed silently.
"You're coming with me," Roger said as he stepped forward, and grabbed Ralph's arm. Roger's grip on Ralph's arm was tight- unusually strong. Ralph would protest, but he walked along anyhow, somewhat amused by Roger's antics.
Roger lead Ralph out into the corridor, and then toward another room, just three doors down from Ralph's room. Roger opened the door and revealed Jack, standing in front of the sink, cleaned of all paint smears. Suddenly, Ralph felt more at ease.
Ralph did not break down into a fit of weeping, but rather, he continued on walking silently. Samneric now lead the procession up onto the ramp used for boarding the cruiser. Ralph was at the tail-end of the line of boys- all disheveled and horribly bruised. He cradled the pair of spectacles carefully. As they all boarded the cruiser, a few more navy officers stepped foreward, and led all of the boys down a long, narrow corridor into their private rooms. As Ralph was lead into his room, he took comfort in the surroundings provided; yet, the condominiums were by no means luxurious to regular eye, but to the boys, they were a welcoming back to civilization.
Ralph dropped immediately onto his bed, and laid there for a few moments, enjoying the silence. Ralph then got up, and headed for the sink. He grabbed a washtowel left on the sink, ran it under hot water, then rubbed it on his face. Immediately, the hot water stung his wounds, and he winced. Ralph finally decided to rest the hot cloth on his face; just as he did, the door to his room suddenly creaked open. Someone stepped inside. Surprised by the sudden entrance, Ralph looked down, as the cloth slipped off of his face. He looked toward the door and nearly screamed.
Roger.
Once Ralph gained a calm poseur, he spoke up.
"What do you want?"
Roger meandered in a few steps, much to Ralph's disliking.
"To harass you," Roger said quickly, smirking.
Ralph rolled his eyes and picked up the cloth, and then shoved it into the sink again.
"Alright, what?" Ralph grumbled.
"What were you going to say?" Roger asked.
"Nothing that pertains to you," Ralph snapped, "and why do you care?"
"Everything pertains to me," Roger smirked.
"He's gone batty," Ralph mumbled under his breath.
"What?" Roger asked absently, whilst he examined the room.
"Nevermind you," Ralph said.
"There you go again."
Ralph stayed silently.
"You're coming with me," Roger said as he stepped forward, and grabbed Ralph's arm. Roger's grip on Ralph's arm was tight- unusually strong. Ralph would protest, but he walked along anyhow, somewhat amused by Roger's antics.
Roger lead Ralph out into the corridor, and then toward another room, just three doors down from Ralph's room. Roger opened the door and revealed Jack, standing in front of the sink, cleaned of all paint smears. Suddenly, Ralph felt more at ease.