A bit about Trevor
Trevor is the guard out the front of my cell. We actually had a conversation today, which was pretty cool, because when i first got here, he wasn't heaps keen on talking. When i was left all alone in my cell, i peeked through the little eye hole gap in the door, and Trevor was standing there, but i didn't know it was Trevor at that time. I said, 'Hey man, how's it going?' and he looked at me like he had never heard anyone ask him how he was before.
He said, 'uh... alright i guess.' and i said, 'you get up to much around here?' and he said, 'um... mainly i read a lot of books'. 'That sounds pretty cool,' i replied, and he just nodded. I asked him what his name was, and he said, 'it's Trevor. Look, i'm not supposed to be talking to you, ok? I could get in heaps of trouble for this, so maybe just pretend like i'm not here, cool?' So i went to sleep.
When i woke up the next morning i went straight over to the door and said, 'morning Trevor' and he said 'morning Blake', because they all know my name here, it seems. Then i went about doing some exercise and thinking about muffins and Celes and wasting the time away until my rice porridge came. When i got tired i went up to the door and said 'night Trevor' and he said 'night Blake'
The next morning we greeted each other the same way, and i did my exercises. After i had a small break, i knocked on the door, and Trevor was like 'What is it Blake?' and i said, 'Do you think maybe i could call someone to let them know i am sorry i missed our date?' and he said, 'you don't really get this prisoner/guard thing, do you?' I agreed that i probably did not.
Then yesterday i asked him what being the star of the 'festival of fire' meant, and he said that it meant they were going to set me on fire, and i said 'cool, like i get to wear one of those hot suits and run around?' and he said no it's more like they will just set me on fire to herald the meteor. He said it was ok because if all went to plan, everyone else would be killed by a meteor moments later anyway. But apparently they do this every year and the giant meteor still hasn't come.
i don't really want to get set on fire.
Anyway, today, Trevor asked me why i did push ups, and i said it was because i wanted a strong back and chest. I asked him how many he could do and he said he didn't know, so i said 'maybe you should give it a try,' so he did. I couldn't see him do them but i heard him push his way through some. He told me he could do five so i laughed at him. 'HA HA! Silly little monk! I, Blake Samuels, am your better in terms of physical strength!' Trevor was all calm like and he said that no amount of physical strength would help me not get burned to a crisp. I went silent for a moment so Trevor laughed at me. 'HAHAHA! Silly little peon! Kneel before the lightning quick wit of Trevor!' And we laughed for a while after that.
So it really isn't so bad down here now that i think about it. Time away from my time away, it would seem.
Blake out.
He said, 'uh... alright i guess.' and i said, 'you get up to much around here?' and he said, 'um... mainly i read a lot of books'. 'That sounds pretty cool,' i replied, and he just nodded. I asked him what his name was, and he said, 'it's Trevor. Look, i'm not supposed to be talking to you, ok? I could get in heaps of trouble for this, so maybe just pretend like i'm not here, cool?' So i went to sleep.
When i woke up the next morning i went straight over to the door and said, 'morning Trevor' and he said 'morning Blake', because they all know my name here, it seems. Then i went about doing some exercise and thinking about muffins and Celes and wasting the time away until my rice porridge came. When i got tired i went up to the door and said 'night Trevor' and he said 'night Blake'
The next morning we greeted each other the same way, and i did my exercises. After i had a small break, i knocked on the door, and Trevor was like 'What is it Blake?' and i said, 'Do you think maybe i could call someone to let them know i am sorry i missed our date?' and he said, 'you don't really get this prisoner/guard thing, do you?' I agreed that i probably did not.
Then yesterday i asked him what being the star of the 'festival of fire' meant, and he said that it meant they were going to set me on fire, and i said 'cool, like i get to wear one of those hot suits and run around?' and he said no it's more like they will just set me on fire to herald the meteor. He said it was ok because if all went to plan, everyone else would be killed by a meteor moments later anyway. But apparently they do this every year and the giant meteor still hasn't come.
i don't really want to get set on fire.
Anyway, today, Trevor asked me why i did push ups, and i said it was because i wanted a strong back and chest. I asked him how many he could do and he said he didn't know, so i said 'maybe you should give it a try,' so he did. I couldn't see him do them but i heard him push his way through some. He told me he could do five so i laughed at him. 'HA HA! Silly little monk! I, Blake Samuels, am your better in terms of physical strength!' Trevor was all calm like and he said that no amount of physical strength would help me not get burned to a crisp. I went silent for a moment so Trevor laughed at me. 'HAHAHA! Silly little peon! Kneel before the lightning quick wit of Trevor!' And we laughed for a while after that.
So it really isn't so bad down here now that i think about it. Time away from my time away, it would seem.
Blake out.
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