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jeremiah thomas bentman

April 17th 2009, 6:19 pm

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raphael anton reef

April 17th 2009, 6:18 pm

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jeremiah thomas bentman

March 16th 2009, 12:36 pm

He closed his eyes, wishing himself to be elsewhere. Wishing that he wouldn't have to relive what happened. Praying that he wouldn't have to recall the story out loud - again, for the second time in his life. "The first person I told my story to was very understanding. He gave me a chance for a better life. He gave me a chance to live for my principles and not have to worry about getting killed for them. He gave me a chance to help other students the way I used to, before I was afraid that making in a difference in their lives was apt to get them killed and nothing else. I can make a difference again. I can have faith that my students have futures again. I don't have to worry that the government will kill them because I have inspired individuality in them. I don't have to wonder if getting close to someone is a mistake because they are only going to be taken from me. I can live in peace here, under the roof of an academy with a noble mission and an honorable headmaster who completely sympathized with my plight." His eyes met Raphael's and he recognized the calm within the man before him, and reached out for the compassion he could sense in the younger man's heart. Tears welled in his eyes and he looked away, pausing until his voice was calm. "Professor, I should be okay here. I have had years to recover the initial trauma of seeing my student murdered in a most inhuman way. I was close to him, but I have had enough time to recover that the only thing that should have still caused depression within me was the simple feeling that I had nothing better to look forward to, nothing to live for, and the feeling that what brought me the most joy in life - to teach and affect students as I have described - was gone forever. None of that should matter anymore because here, it is like the golden days are restored, and I see so many promising young minds that I get to work with. I don't know why you are the unfortunate soul I am spewing all this on. I apologize. It's just...everything should be better here. And it felt perfect again. But now the worry is back. Stronger than before. But it isn't paranoia from the past. I am having nightmares that bring up the past, and magnify my insecurities - as you have personally witnessed. But I can't shake the feeling that what happened in the past will affect my future. Like everything I have endured - like all that was just the beginning. I cannot shake the feeling that it is going to happen all over again, but worse this time." He couldn't manage anymore words. He stared intently at the terf, repressing a shiver from what he had actually just confessed. He just realized exactly what was going on for the first time himself. He could only imagine how Raphael must take this. The man must think him a crazy old man. But it was true - every last word. And it scarred him to death.

raphael anton reef

January 13th 2009, 12:07 am

As he listened to the Jeremiah talk, he wondered if the man was usually so nervous and jittery. It reminded him of how he was sometimes as a child when he had a bad dream. It was that jumpy, cold-sweating, shaky and frightened stage where you were either forced to hug yourself asleep and look in the closet to confirm there wasn't a boogeyman, or you had to risk getting out of bed to run to the nearest adult - an adult who you might not even be able to wake up to get to console you. He shook his head. What had happened to get Professor Bentman this way? It didn't sound like something that was currently happening, so he wasn't especially worried. But he felt bad for him. Whatever Bentman was so grateful to his brother for bringing him here for, it didn't seem to be doing much good or loosening him up much yet. "Yes, I am his brother. I was raised by a priest in Ireland - his name was Father Brian. He was a good man. And yes, I am the Theatre Instructor and the groundskeeper here at the academy." He shook the older man's hand and gave him his best attempt at a welcoming and reassuring smile. "We're just as honored to have you here. I hope you'll forgive me for intruding, but as I am not allowed to snoop in on academy profiles myself, I have to ask you - what happened that has you so off balance? You struck me as a very calm and composed man before. What happened?"

jeremiah thomas bentman

December 12th 2008, 12:44 pm

After recoverring from his initial shock and near heart attack at seeing a man he had honestly thought was somehow dead, he took a moment to review everything the corpse had just uttered. What a talkative man. Or maybe I've just gone and scared him as well. Or maybe he just has a nervous personality. "No, no. My apologies. I shouldn't be so paranoid all the time." He gave a nervous chuckle and lightly thew up his hands in a surrendering gesture. "What can I say? I guess I'm convinced everyone around me has a death wish." You wouldn't blame me if you knew. Maybe you do know. You are the Headmaster's brother. Why was he dwelling so bitterly on Patrick's death today? Why were the dreams so vivid? Shouldn't this setting be making it go away? Help him end the pain and lose the memories? "Raphael...you are Headmaster Reef's brother, correct? From Ireland, I think. I didn't read the profiles - I'm not allowed. But I can tell by your accent. It is very faint but it lingers. I am honored to meet you. What your family has done for me, allowing me to come and teach here - it means the world to me." It saved my life. It gave me purpose. He stuck out his hand, his face showing a grateful smile.

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