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Post by Chris Allen on Aug 23, 2010 21:53:31 GMT
Kitty was sitting in the corner of their – no, wait, Chris’ dorm, staring at the people. She had a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, so she was happy in that respect, but what she was not happy about was everything else. She watched Chris who sat a little way away from her as he began to pick out the tune of… something on the guitar. It sounded nice, she had to admit. Squeezing up closer to him she rested her head on his arm and smiled as he began to play Mrs Robinson, one of her favourite songs as far as calming down went. Jesus loves you more than you will know,
Woah-oh-oh
God bless you please, Mrs Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray… Her thoughts began to turn towards tonight again, yawning towards her like a void. She couldn’t spend all night on her own. Kitty would never admit it, and she’d sworn Chris to secrecy, but she was afraid of the dark. If Heaven really did have a place for those who prayed, Kitty hoped she’d go there tonight, and Chris too so they could stay together. She was breaking out in a cold sweat simply thinking about it. It was scary. She’d have bad dreams. She knew she would. Kitty decided what the other people wanted was tough. She’d sleep in here ever night whether they liked it or not. End of argument. Kitty watched in vague interest as the door opened and one of their Chris’ room mates walked in.
Chris smiled as he plucked the song out for Kitty. He liked making her feel safe. Ignoring the prospect of the night – he’d just get angry, and that would be… well, he didn’t fancy it tonight – he realised he knew exactly that look on Kitty’s face, and with lights out approaching, he was with her every inch. Ignoring the guy who’d come in, he’d say hi or whatever later, he examined her face. Years of practice had taught him to read Kitty like a book. Or maybe it was one of those fabled twin things. “Yeah, I get you.” He said softly, putting the guitar down. “Where though?”
Kitty thought hard. She was so used to Chris knowing what was on her mind it didn’t present any of the surprise their foster parents, teachers… everyone had shown. She surveyed the room. No way would she fit into the bedside cupboard, even she wasn’t that small. They’d look in a wardrobe or under the bed… Kitty got up and went to the window, even though the thought of being outside the room made her shudder. Finally she looked around and her eyes alighted on the space between the wardrobe and the floor. It was small… but so was she. And she was still skinny from not being fed enough… She met Chris’ eyes again. If he thought she’d fit, she would. They probably hadn’t much time left.
Chris saw what Kitty meant and nodded slowly. “I think so.” That, apparently, was all the confirmation she needed, because she began to squeeze her small frame under the wardrobe. He was a little surprised she fitted as easily as she did. Glancing to make sure she was still ok, he sat down and began to pick up his guitar again, beginning to sing. He’d forgotten about his room mate. |
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Post by Evan Lear on Aug 23, 2010 22:11:58 GMT
Evan pushed open the door and stood for a second, watching the three kids sitting on beds in his dorm. Brilliant. Two new fucking roommates. The gay kid was bad enough; these ones would just... this one, he corrected himself, noticing that one was a girl. The boy had a guitar, which Evan eyed warily. He could deal with that, provided the kid was actually good. He also seemed to be doing all the talking.
Evan decided they weren't really worth spending time on. Walking to his bed, he dropped himself down on it, unhooking his bass from his shoulder as he did so. Carefully, he leaned it against the end of his bed, kicked off his trainers and crossed his legs. Now what? Evan suddenly remembered why he had tried to spend the entire day out of here. It was boring as fuck. Leaning back against the wall, he drummed his fingers against his thigh, wondering where else in the school he could go. The music studios had locked up for the night. In fact, so had most of the other buildings. It was nearly lights out. Evan sighed grumpily, thinking about other places to sleep. Now he had two roommates to deal with. Which reminded him. Glancing to the other bed, Evan saw the kid sitting on the floor, scribbling in a notebook.
Glaring around at the room in general, he suddenly realised that the girl was crawling under the wardrobe. "What. The. Fuck?" He demanded of the girl, glaring at her.
Maddy winced. He was getting cramp in his leg. Stretching it out, he capped his pen. Well, that was his homework done for the night. He leaned his head back against the bed and watched the two kids who had come in recently, wondering who they were. The boy was doing all the talking, but he seemed to know exactly what the girl wanted. Can everyone here read minds, or just a select fucking few? he thought grumpily. But then the boy got out a guitar, and Maddy's interest flared. Would the kid teach him? Not likely, but it was always worth a try. Just as he was about to interrupt their touching singalong, the door opened, and the new(ish) roommate came in. He and Maddy shared a mutual glare. There had been intense dislike between them from the first day, and Maddy for one wasn't going to try and rectify that.
The evening continued in silence. He didn't want to ask in front of Evan: the guy was a dickhead, and would probably laugh at him. So he sat still, and watched them. When the girl started trying to get under the cupboard, though, he grinned at the boy. Ignoring Evan's words, he chuckled, and said, "You staying here tonight then, babe?" It never really occurred to him that this might be taken the wrong way. It never did, until the first punch landed. After that, he suddenly became a very quick thinker. |
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Post by Kitty Allen on Aug 24, 2010 9:19:22 GMT
Chris glared right back at Evan, fists itching to punch him. His sister might have just squeezed herself under a wardrobe for no apparent reason, but it was none of his business. And he looked exactly like he needed a good kicking. But Kitty would hate it if he did and he had to apparently live with this clown now, so he might as well try and stay on his good side. Well, ish.
“None of your business, moron.” He glared at Evan more and wondered what it would take for their therapists or whoever to realise it was best for everyone to just room him and Kitty together. It was simple. Everyone got to sleep. Feeling his anger rise, he was distracted by the other guy in the room. Turning to Maddy, he regarded him silently for a few seconds. Glancing back at Kitty, who was now all the way under the wardrobe, he noticed she wasn’t upset by what the other guy had said, so he smiled cautiously and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Yeah, mate. At least, if the pigs don’t find her.” Reaching out a hand he gave a lopsided smile and introduced himself, pointedly ignoring Evan. “Chris. That’s Kitty. Pleased to meet you, I guess…” The I guess was more referring to the fact they were in a psychiatric hospital than the fact he didn’t like his second room mate.
Kitty was… a little squashed under the wardrobe, but she was pleased to be out of the reach of Evan, even if she was just a little too far away from Chris for comfort. If they let her stay it would be worth it though. She would have smiled at Maddy if she’d not been squashed under a piece of furniture, and was glad Chris didn’t punch him. He seemed nice, nicer than the other guy anyway. Kitty kept her breaths slow and soundless. If she was quiet they wouldn’t find her, surely? She just had to be very, very quiet… and pray Chris didn’t actually punch the other guy or she’d have to get out and calm him down or whatever. Then they’d take her away. And she couldn’t do that, absolutely not, no way, not now not ever.
Martin was just getting into his night shift and was already regretting taking the job. Although he liked the job itself there were just some days it wasn’t worth all the hassle… and it wasn’t like he could fake sick in this place. He poked his head into every room and found all the girls accounted for, the two dancers who argued like they weren’t making it any more, the fairy girl and the photographing mute and her ‘evil’ friend were all where they should be. Turning to go and check the boys he was halfway up the stairs before he smacked himself in the forehead and went back to the girl’s floor. He’d written it on his hand and everything. Making his way down the corridor at a fast clip he reviewed what he knew about her. Mute writer, separation anxiety, 105. He’d been anticipating trouble with this one… Opening the door he found a neat room, but no kid. Shit… this brought a whole new level to the saying “It’s always the quiet ones.”
He checked all the boys, leaving the girl’s brother for last. He might even need back up. Walking in he noticed two of the boys – both conduct disorder, O rapture – squaring up and a third standing awkwardly to one side. Sighing long sufferingly he raised his voice. “Ok, you lot. Anyone seen his sister?” There was no point asking the boy directly, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with all that macho teenager bullshit.
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Post by Maddox Greydon on Aug 24, 2010 9:45:53 GMT
Evan gave the boy a nasty grin. "What if I make it my business? Maybe I don't want a girl staying in here all night," he shrugged. "On the other hand, maybe I do." The hint that he might call security- and the innuendo, come to that- was entirely unnecessary. If Evan had really cared, he would have called security, not bothered telling them first. But it was a solid gold opportunity, and Evan was nothing if not opportunist. He leaned back against the wall, still staring at Chris, silently daring him to do something. Anything. Maybe, if he got violent, they'd get sent to isolation. Maybe even for more than a night. It was designed as a punishment, but to Evan, a night in his own room with no roommates sounded like bliss. At least the gay kid didn't try and hide his family around the room.
Stifling a yawn, he got up and pulled off his jacket and shirt, trying not to notice the glance Maddy gave him. He knew he had lots of scars, although it might have been the tattoos that drew attention as well. After a second, though, he remembered that Maddy was gay. Oh, of course. Could he get no privacy? Just as he was about to remove his jeans to go to bed, a security guard walked in. Evan gave him a distasteful look, and said frostily, "Isn't it your job to find her? Jesus." He wasn't going to get any privacy here, he could see that. Slumping down on his bed, he tossed the pillow onto the floor and lay there, glaring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.
Maddy grinned and shook the offered hand. "Maddox. And don't worry 'bout us, we won't say a word." He glanced up at Evan. He didn't seem the type who was too bothered about that stuff. Maddy turned his gaze back to Chris, and asked calmly, "Is she gonna be in here every night? 'Cause if so, I think there might be a few privacy issues. And also... you're gonna be uncomfortable as shit under there. Gonna come out once they've done bed checks?" Right. If there was going to be a girl in here from now on, he'd have to find somewhere else to do... certain things. He didn't object too much, though.
Turning to glare at Evan, he suddenly notice the guy was half naked, and his expression slipped for a second. God. He had a lot of scars, but a fucking nice body... Maddy rolled his eyes, and turned hastily back to Chris. He hoped the boy hadn't noticed anything. "Ignore him. Prick." That earned him a derisive snort from Evan. "Fag." Maddy gave him the finger, which got returned instantly, just before the security guard came in. The guy looked like a long-suffering parent, Maddy thought as he spoke. For once, Maddy was glad of Evan's complete uninterest in anything. At least he wasn't giving the other two away. The guard turned his gaze on Maddy, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. Like he says, isn't it your job?" |
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Post by Chris Allen on Aug 24, 2010 13:26:25 GMT
He caught what Maddy said, simply because it was something to take his mind off what Evan had said. He wasn’t sure it would work. “Yeah mate, fraid so. Sorry.” He shrugged, not really sorry. He was aware of said ‘privacy issues’ but his sister was more important than them. Glancing at Kitty he grinned at her. “She says she is, yeah. Thanks, mate.” He tried to shove down the anger again.
It was no good. Chris could feel the anger coursing through him, forcing its way up his throat so violently he didn’t notice the security or his question. Hell, he didn’t notice Evan answering. What he’d said… that, it had lit the blue touch paper. Everyone around should retire because he was about to go up like a rocket.
Kitty heard Evan’s words and winced. Ouch. She wished she could reply to Maddy… he seemed nice. But as Chris did it for her, she noticed, with a certain sinking feeling that he was still angry. It might not be obvious to anyone else, but Kitty knew exactly what was going to happen. And she hated it.
And Kitty was going to hate this. Striding towards Evan he aimed a punch for the other boy’s head, suddenly unaware of the fact he was about to get flattened. Testosterone, don’t you just love it? He’d forgotten all about security. He didn’t care what Maddy might think. All he wanted was to sink his fists into this… thing.
Martin watched in utter oh-no-not-again disbelief as one of the three boys went to the other one with an intention even he could work out. There would be no calming this one down for a while most likely. Why? Why him? A brief FML moment later, he strode across the room, completely bypassing the other kid and the mysterious shadow under the wardrobe. “Right, calm it down guys. NOW, for chrissake…” They wouldn’t listen, teenage boys never did. Only thing to do would be to let them get it out of their system a bit… and radio for backup. Some days it was so not worth getting out of bed in the morning…
Kitty cringed under the wardrobe. While this was all good for distraction, If they took Chris to ‘iso’ whatever that was, it wouldn’t work anyway. And she couldn’t… Ten more seconds, Kitty promised. Ten seconds and she’d get out and persuade him to chill. At least that way they had a shot at round 2.
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Post by Evan Lear on Aug 24, 2010 13:46:52 GMT
Evan grinned savagely at the boy as he turned red. Looks like the words had hit home. He sat up against, spoiling for a fight, forgetting the security guard was right there. Heck, he'd have thrown the first punch if he'd remembered. If it got him sent to iso, he'd have happily broken the kid's neck, but he doubted that they'd stop at isolating him for that. Ah, well. He ducked the first punch, sliding off the bed to stand over the other boy. He was tall for his age, and he towered above 'Chris', larger than him in both height and muscle.
Before he had time to throw a second punch, Evan slammed his fist straight at Chris' nose, hopefully breaking it. He could pummel the kid, and he knew it. So he didn't hold back at all. His fist flew towards the boy's nose with all his strength behind it, causing maximum pain on impact. The boy was fast enough to move, so the first caught him in the eye, rather than the nose. Probably good for Chris- he wouldn't wind up with a broken nose, and he'd have an impressive black eye within a few hours. On the other hand, he'd just been punched hard in the face.
Maddy saw the signs of rising anger, and tensed. "Hey, listen, babe. Don't let him... aw, shite." His voice trailed off as the punches were thrown, and Maddy winced in sympathy of Chris. Getting up, he glanced at Kitty, seeing her cringing under the wardrobe. He felt her pain. Looking at the fighting boys, he wondered if he should do something. Wasn't that the guard's job? Maddy suddenly realised what would happen if Kitty had to get and calm down her brother- she'd get caught. He thought, quickly. Maybe if he could get the guard out of here, she'd be able to calm Chris down, and Maddy could do something about Evan. Kick him in the balls, maybe.
That sounded like a fair plan, to Maddy. After all, he had experience of street fighting, and he could fight dirty. Maybe he'd get out of this one with only a few bruises. Lunging forwards, he grabbed Chris around the waist, dragging him off Evan. Evan didn't follow; as Maddy had suspected, he wasn't all that interested in fighting. Turning to the security guard, he snapped, "Maybe you'd better go and find his sister, rather than hanging around in here causing arguments. She's the only one who can calm him down," after receiving an elbow in the stomach, he added, "Ow! Dude, it's me. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Martin wondered what to do. The kid who had started the fight was still struggling, but the others seemed to be OK. Another fight was likely to break out, though, and Martin didn't want to spend his evening dragging angry teenagers to isolation. He also wanted to get out of the testosterone-filled room. He made up his mind. "All of you, stay here," he snapped, glaring around at them, before turning and walking out of the room. |
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Post by Kitty Allen on Aug 24, 2010 23:26:30 GMT
Chris realised too late he was going to lose this fight badly, but kept punching to save face, a proverbial red mist in the way. This was going to be a bloodbath. A small voice in the back of his mind was screaming at him that Kitty would have to get out to come and calm him down, she could get hurt or caught or worse… But he was in no mood to calm down. This bastard was going to pay.
As his eye was punched and he wrote that one up as a right shiner, his only sensation was pain, and Chris kept hitting back, forgetting there were other people in the room.
Seeing Maddy walking towards her brother, Kitty prayed he’d sort it out, she could see the blood from here, but the security guard was still there—she was torn between coming out and giving herself away and staying put, hoping against hope that her brother didn’t get sent to isolation. Isolation was the worst thing that could happen to either of them. Both of them. And she didn’t think they’d let her go in with him. The clue was in the name after all.
Deciding now was not the moment to be picky about beliefs, Kitty closed her eyes and sent a quick prayer to any listening deities for a miracle. Pretty much anything would do, but she’d rather they skipped the water into wine or plagues of toads… just get security out of the room. It was the only way this was going to work. As she opened her eyes she heard Maddy’s words… and then the retreating footsteps. That was it. There was something or someone out there. Kitty began squeezing herself out from her hiding place.
Chris was prepared to keep fighting, elbowing Maddy to one side when he felt a familiar touch on his arm. Chris, you idiot… Grabbing Kitty, he pulled her out of range of Evan’s fists, now calmer. They looked at each other. Neither had any idea where to go or what to do. Kitty stared at the underneath of the wardrobe again. Chris sighed. “You sure? I think-” They both stopped dead ad they heard footsteps outside the door.
Kitty’s heart began to thunder. No. No no no no no way… There was no time to get under the wardrobe again… Rolling under the bed she sent a second prayer. Please, please… Chris sat on the bed, apologising to Maddy and looking as normal as he could… not like a person with severe separation anxiety. Although he was a bit nervy. On edge. So was she, they couldn’t see each other. Anything could happen. Kitty’s stomach flipped and she had to remember to take deep breaths. There were muffled voices…
Martin had everyone out looking for this girl, and he’d been told if he wasn’t having a mental breakdown, the kid was in there with Chris. Little fuckers… He flung open the door to find surprisingly little bloodshed… but no girl. “Alright.” He said in his very best do-not-fuck-with-me voice, “Where is she? Tell me now and I won’t recommend to your shrinks that you both spend a couple of days in iso for wasting my” goddamn “time.” He turned his eyes on the other kid – Maddox, and Evan. “Screw it, every person in this dorm is in some kind of shit. Tell me where you’re hiding the kid.” So what if he was unprofessional? He was tired. He was sure it was days like this that made weaker people jump off bridges.
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Post by Maddox Greydon on Aug 25, 2010 16:44:08 GMT
Another punch landed on Evan's shoulder, and he returned it, catching the boy in the chest. But when Chris was dragged away, Evan wasn't stupid enough to follow. He'd have liked nothing more than to beat the shit out of this kid, but with a security guard right there, there was no way he was getting away with it. Stepping back, he raised his hands, glaring at Chris. He could feel his cheekbone stinging, and he had to admit, the boy packed quite a punch. But still. He was an oversensitive idiot, if he let that get to him.
Backing off, Evan sat back down on his bed, glaring at Chris. He had to admire Maddox's smarts, getting the security guard to leave in the middle of a fight, but he'd never admit it. He pushed himself back, sitting up and waiting for a fight to break out again. Chris was about the break free of Maddox's grasp when the security guard came back in, and Evan rolled his eyes. Not such a good idea, then. Well, he washed his hands of the whole business. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged at Martin and lay down, muttering swear words under his breath.
Maddy felt a rush of pride when the guy left. It had worked. He suddenly cheered up- maybe he couldn't play the guitar, or read and write as well as anyone else in the room, but sure as hell knew how to trick cops. Well, security. Police, security, they all boiled down to the same thing, ie. someone you didn't want to be there. He released Chris when Kitty appeared, rubbing his ribs. "Shit! Next time, could you aim for somewhere less painful? Like, not the person who's trying to help you?" His words held reproach, but no real anger. He knew what it was to be so angry you didn't care about much except beating people up, and Evan had been asking for it.
Then the guard came back in, and Maddy rolled his eyes to himself. Should have known it wouldn't last long. Giving the man his most winning smile, he asked sweetly, "What kind of shit? Because it's only going to make it worse if you think we've hidden her- which we haven't, by the way. So, you might as well tell us. And the other thing... I'd love it if you could take Evan to iso for a few days. I know it's hard to believe, but we don't exactly get on." His voice was his best winding-up-the-cops voice: sweet as sugar, polite as anything, and blatantly sarcastic. |
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Post by Chris Allen on Aug 27, 2010 21:35:52 GMT
Chris would dearly have liked to punch the security, Evan as well if he could get away with it, but instead he turned to Maddy. “Sorry mate. I just… saw red, I guess.” His hand was still in Kitty’s, they were both feeling marginally calmer and he was ashamed he’d shoved his new friend. He smiled apologetically, then turned to Kitty.
Staring at the underside of the bed, Kitty tried to keep her breathing slow and peaceful. This was bad, so bad… she hadn’t really thought they’d just forget about them, but… Kitty was prepared to bet everything she had that the security was annoyed now. Her palms were sweating, so she wiped them on her brand new – and really uncomfortable if she was telling the truth – uniform. She wrung her hands together and clenched her teeth. It wasn’t as if she was going to scream out of nerves… but it felt like it.
Squeezing her eyes tight shut under the bed, she wished she had Chris under here as well. He made her feel better. She didn’t want to go back to her cold, lonely dorm room. And even if she had a room mate… it wasn’t the same. And she was sure they wouldn’t let her sleep in the same bed and even if they did… they still weren’t Chris.
Martin stared around the room. “For… fine. I’ll just search.” Little bastard fuckers, what was wrong with them? Didn’t they get that this was his job? If he didn’t do this he’d have to go back to who only knew what. And here, pulling brawling kids off one another had seemed like the better option. Yeah, right. He wrenched the wardrobe doors open, and finding nothing behind them, went to check the curtains. Besides, there was obviously a reason he’d been told these two would be difficult. Really difficult. Still swearing under his breath, Martin continued to search. This job would be perfect if it wasn’t for the kids.
Kitty could have thrown up in fear as a pair of boots arrived on her eye level. Then knees. Then a head. Game over.
“Out.” The security guard grabbed Kitty’s arm and pulled her out from under the bed and on to her own two feet. “You lot…” he surveyed the boys in the room, “I’ll let your therapists deal with you in the morning. Get some sleep.” Kitty couldn’t fight against his strength as she was frog marched from the room. They only made it halfway down the corridor before Chris came out of the room, chasing after them, at the exact same moment Kitty slammed her foot down onto the security guard’s toes.
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Post by Evan Lear on Aug 29, 2010 18:15:26 GMT
Evan smirked at Chris when he turned back towards him, knowing full well how much the boy wanted to hit him. Maybe, if he was smart, he'd learned a lesson. That is, not to hit Evan unless you were packing. He lay down again and stared at the ceiling, his arms back behind his back, wondering how long it would be before someone had a mental breakdown. Although, thinking that one through, they were probably all here because they'd had them already, and the authorities didn't want them having more all over their nice pretty country.
The security guard was pissed. Evan ignored him, although he had to admit, he agreed with Maddox on this one. If they were already in shit, there was no need to make it worse by admitting that they were hiding a girl in their rooms when they'd already been told not to. Sighing, he shifted around in his bed, still serenely ignoring everything else that went on in his room. To be honest, they weren't really worth it. Bastards, the lot of them. Maybe if he jumped up and attacked the guard, they'd lock him in isolation. He wondered absently if an opportunity was going to present itself.
Maddox pulled a face. Crap! Of course, he'd known all along they wouldn't be able to get the guard not to search, but it had to happen at such a bad time, when Kitty was just under the bed? For fuck's sake! He heard the guard swearing as he searched, and muttered to himself, "Right there with you, mate," under his breath. Of course, it wasn't for the same reason. Maddy was frustrated she was going to be found, while Martin was evidently frustrated that she hadn't been found yet, but still. It was a pain in the arse, and swear words were very appropriate.
Shit. He'd found her. Maddy took in Chris' expression, Kitty's look of terror, and the anger on the guard's face, and an idea occurred to him. As the guard dragged Kitty out of the room, he snapped to Chris, "Stay here." He wouldn't, of course, but it was worth a try. Hurrying over to Evan's bed, he tapped the boy's stomach. "Hey, you. Can you go and jump the guard for us? It'll get you a few quality days in iso, and we'll get a few quality days without you. Everybody wins, right? So go and attack him, for God's sake."
Evan opened one eye and glared up at Maddy, contemplating telling him to fuck himself. Quality time without him? Jesus, the guy sure knew how to flatter you. But on the other hand, he had a point. A few days in isolation was just what he wanted, and if he helped this lot of idiots in the process, well. The means justify the ends, right? Getting up, he unhurriedly pulled on his shirt and sauntered out of the room. The guard was halfway down the corridor, having trouble with the girl. Evan stalked down the hall, tapped Martin on the shoulder, and punched him hard in the face when he turned. There. Nice and simple.
Martin swore. Little fuckers! They'd sent the big one out to distract him while the girl disappeared, he'd bet. And the kid, Evan, had one hell of a right hook. Martin sent a punch back that way, adding a knee in the stomach for good measure, hoping to put the boy out of action before the girl had time to bugger off. |
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Post by Kitty Allen on Aug 30, 2010 20:32:05 GMT
Like hell was Chris going to stay put while his sister was dragged away from him to somewhere he didn’t know and who knew what that bastard would do to her? At least he had the sense not to elbow Maddy this time. Diving out of the room, Chris found himself pursued by Evan. If he was going to drag him back, Chris decided Evan had another think coming, because --
Wait, what?
Chris watched in something resembling shock as Evan decked the security guard. Shaking himself out of it, Chris and Kitty grabbed each other. Heading back up the corridor, they both looked at each other as they passed Chris’ dorm. No way could they end up back in there. Maddy was nice and Evan was… strange, especially now, but no frikkin way. They’d look there first. And Kitty’s room second. So where could they go?
Kitty tugged Chris’ arm, her heart thundering in her chest. The bathrooms. They had locks, they were cold and uncomfortable and there wasn’t really enough room for both of them and they couldn’t come out until morning. Just like old times. At least this time they knew the reason they were curling up in tiny spaces.
Closing the door behind them, Kitty locked it and sat down on the toilet. Chris’ voice echoed quietly around the space. “Well, I thought that went… well.” Kitty gave him a disbelieveing look. Well? That was horrific. At least their foster parents had given up on the first night after a fair amount of crying and shouting and throwing things. They never had replaced that vase… Kitty decided it would be best if she reminded Chris to apologise for that in a letter or something. Maybe it would make them decide to bring them out of this school sooner…
Sitting on the floor next to the toilet, Chris sighed as quietly as he could. “Ok, so it went horrifically. What…” he shook his head and kept an eye out for feet under the door. Deciding it was best to be quiet, he watched as Kitty kicked off her shoes and perched her feet on his shoulder, leaning back against the wall in the Kitty version of a sigh. It looked like neither of them were looking forwards to spending every night in this toilet.
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Post by Maddox Greydon on Sept 5, 2010 13:33:48 GMT
Maddy sighed and followed Chris as he charged out of the room, emerging just in time to see Evan punching the security guard for the second time, ducking a punch thrown in retaliation. Chris and Kitty were charging up the corridor, clinging tightly to each other. Maddy, feeling proud, grinned, then winced when the guard caught Evan a kick in the balls. Ouch. Well, he'd get isolation for that, but he wouldn't be happy when he got out. Quietly, Maddy edged back into his room, where he curled up on the floor and wrapped his arms around his legs, wondering what kind of trouble they'd all get in for this. It was unlikely much would happen to him, but he reckoned Chris and Kitty would be dragged back to their respective dorms. At least Evan wouldn't be there tonight to make more trouble.
He could hear the guards voice from down the corridor, swearing at Evan, and he winced. The door was left open, but he couldn't hear every word. That meant the guard didn't feel the need to yell, which probably meant that he'd got Evan restrained. Maddox couldn't bring himself to feel proper pity for the bastard, but he did feel slightly bad. That kick must have hurt like hell. He hoped Chris and Kitty had managed to get themselves to somewhere fairly safe. He didn't fancy sleeping with a hysterical Chris in his room that night. At least Evan was quiet.
Evan dodged a punch and managed to get in another one, before the security guard slammed his knee into Evan's crotch. Evan crumpled silently, pain filling his mind. "Fuck!" was all he managed to get out before the guard sat on him, tying his hands with a set of Velcro restrains. Well, shit. That wasn't worth getting a few nights of peace, for sure. He wouldn't be able to walk properly for hours. He could hear the guard talking to him, but he was too busy being in pain to register the words. That was the absolute last time he did anything for anyone, he decided muzzily.
Hopefully, he'd get longer, due to the fact that he'd forced the guard to use restraints. Maybe he'd even manage a week, if he pushed it. Looking blearily at the guard, he snapped, "Fuck you," in response to whatever he had just said. He wasn't about to start another fight: a, his hands were tied, and b, he couldn't stand up, and fighting from the ground was pointless. |
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