http://icanhashat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] icanhashat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-12-11 09:03 pm (UTC)

Location: Lunch Room / Fairplay High School

The white noise of the students was like a heavy robe clinging to Jayne as he shuffled around the large open area with a broom that was just a little too short for the broad shouldered janitor. Like most of his tools they were imperfect and in this sense he hand to stoop a little to use it with the dustpan to catch stray peas, french fries, scraps of paper and whatever else the ungrateful and dismissive student body would drop.

The Teachers were just as bad. It seemed that everyone had long since decided that as the Janitor was paid to clean up after them, they would make him earn every cent of his paycheck.

Like so many days in the past and likely thousands more in the future Jayne's mind was not on his work, but unlike most days he was focused on something else instead of shuffling through his day to day like a zombie.

It had been a dream, that's all it had been and even now the details were fading from memory. All he remembered clearly was waking up with a surge of heat in his limbs and strong urge to break something.

But that's all it was. A dream nothing more. So long as he kept his head down and did his job he would live on to have many more dreams in his alcohol infused slumbers.

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