Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 22:54:04 GMT -6
Ivan chucked a rock at the wall of his room, the force was so strong it went through into the other side, he stood up and let out a blood curdling scream. Raging into seeing all red he thrashed at the wall as hard as he fucking could, he would not stop, not even if he could.
Knuckles turning a bronzed rust colored mess and the wall being torn to smithereens. Deep disgruntled breaths raged out his throat as he stared at the tall boy, he seemed blurry around the edges...
He needed to cam down, now. Ivan retched on what was left of the wall and sat back down on the bean bags with enough force to burst one open, he took a deep breath and looked at the boy.
"I don't care if you're the queen of England, mate." and he honestly fucking didn't. "I wanted you 'ere because I wanted to get with you, I didn't knows you was a prostitute, honest. You are welcome to be whatever ya goddamn want 'ere and I will NEVER judge you for it... I'm sorry you fuggin' saw me like this, it's not about you it's a long fucking story for another time."
Ivan approached the boy with caution, hoping he could help him somehow, the way he was shaking didn't seem normal at all.... "Tell me all your problems, I'm here."
[/blockquote] [/left]
|
|
|
Post by DareynnCainPayne on Jan 16, 2013 15:58:28 GMT -6
Dareynn curled in tighter to himself as Ivan screamed, his body tensing until he trembled with the effort and ached all over. The thrill of fear was still screaming through his system, bouncing around like a caffeinated kitten inside his head. His breaths came in short, rough pants, making him feel on the edge of hyperventilation. He couldn't get rid of the memories that were flying past his closed eyelids, the pain they had caused him. All the times he'd fucked up. All the times he'd been punished for fucking up. This was just another one of those times, only now he was simply punishing himself instead of having someone beat the shit out of him.
He could feel the grip of his hands getting tighter on his sides, could feel when his skin split open. Could feel the warm, sticky blood trickle down his sides. Part of him was somewhat upset that he got blood on his pants. Most of him was too freaked out to care. He couldn't find the will to move his hands, to let go of the cuts as they began to sting. All he could do was hold on tighter.
When silence filled his ears for more than a second or two, Dareynn forced his hands away from his sides. He curled them into fists, ignoring the blood that coated his fingertips and nails. He'd deal with it later. He'd have to find some E Oil, too, or something like that. He'd end up with scars regardless, but the smaller they were, the better. Nobody wanted to buy someone with scars.
Dareynn lifted his head just as Ivan began to speak. Irrationally thinking it was him for a moment, Dareynn ducked his head again, tensing up. It took him the length of what Ivan said for Dareynn to convince himself that he wasn't in that place any more. He was in a less-than-pleasant place, sure, but anywhere was better than where he had been.
"I thought you brought me here 'to get with me'," Dareynn thought but couldn't make himself say. His pale face lifted and he stared at Ivan, not sure what to do. Ivan said he didn't care. But everyone did, eventually. Everyone left.
Then Ivan was stepping closer. Using his feet, Dareynn shoved himself backwards without thinking. He didn't want to be close to someone so destructive, someone who seemed able to cause so much harm. He didn't want to get hurt. Dareynn bumped into one of the still-in-tact walls. Cornered. But what Ivan said sent a surge of anger through him. "I don't have problems," he said, his jaw set. "I just told you why they threw me in this shithole." The only problem he had was staying alive if they ever kicked him out of this place.
He had always been the type to hide behind a tough facade. Or had it just been drilled into him by force? Come back with a bloody nose and a black eye. Problems? No. Got the money? Yes? Good. Get out. That's how it went, no matter what the injury or state of the "worker" was. Puking blood on the boss's floor. Problems? No siree, none at all. Everything was just dandy. Money? Of course. Leave. End of story. That's how it went then, that's how it was before, and that was how it would be once Dareynn got out of this place. His entire life spent working for someone who beat the shit out of him and only cared if he came back because when he did come back, he'd have money with him.
That's all he was good for, really. Money.
[/size]
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 10:00:20 GMT -6
Dareynn backed off into the wall of Ivan's room when he tried to come close... "I'm such a fuck." Ivan said under his breath. The boy snapped a snide comment back at why he was trapped in here, and usually where shit just slides right off, this bugged Ivan, it felt like if he tried to pursue it anymore the kid would shank him. "Look, I'm sorry bout the fuggin' wall... I like the neighbor though so now I can just keep a close eye on 'um. I wanna fix this shit mate..." Ivan drug himself over to the bed to give him some room. Ivan had water and paper towels over next to the bed so he picked them up and began to clean his hands up, he reached under the bed and found the med-pack he stole from a guard who knows how long ago, all that's left in it was 3 band-aids, tweezers, a needle and thread, and gauze. After Ivan cleaned his wounds off he decided to use the last of his band-aids and spare the gauze for the boy who he was sure now hated him... "Sigh I swear I'm not usually like this. I'm justa' bit o' a tosser." "come 'ere and let me clean ya up, mate... or leave, it's up to you but I only wanna fuggin help ya." Ivan said, picking up the gauze.
[/blockquote][/left]
|
|
|
Post by DareynnCainPayne on Feb 12, 2013 11:20:23 GMT -6
Dareynn watched Ivan carefully as the the boy moved, the navy eyes not missing a single movement made. If Ivan tried to hurt him, to attack him the way he had attacked the wall, Dareynn was ready to get up and bolt. He wasn't going to deal with getting the shit beat out of him. Not here, not tonight. He'd put up with it too many times before. He was sick of running, too, but he didn't want to deal with fighting. Fighting back was what had really gotten him into trouble before. What if the people here had the same rules about fighting back as he did? Then it'd be useless to even try. Running, it seemed, would be the only option if violence errupted. Or seemed to erupt.
When Ivan bandaged up his own hands then offered to take care of the cuts on Dareynn's sides, the dark-haired boy shook his head. "I'm fine." He didn't need to be coddled like a baby. Aside from that, he'd had much worse cuts--hell, he'd inflicted cuts that were worse than the ones he had now on himself. These were nothing. Just itty bitty scratches. "They'll heal fine. I don't need them bandaged or anything." Who would want him if he was all bandaged up? (Then again, who would want him if he had cuts everywhere?)
Dareynn remained where he was on the floor,though he had finally managed to pull his nails from his sides. They weren't bleeding much. Just a little. Just enough to streak down his sides and get the hem of his pants dirty. (Thank God for black clothing.) He looked away from Ivan for the first time in what felt like ages. Biting his lip, Dareynn uttered something he thought he'd never say to anyone ever again. "Sorry I upset you." Usually he didn't give a shit when he upset people. The only person he'd really apologized to was him, and that was because it was required. The dark-haired teen could count the number of times he had willingly apologized to someone on one hand.
[/size]
|
|
Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 10:39:13 GMT -6
Dareynn sat in the same place for a while while Ivan cleaned himself up, rejecting the offer to get some medical assistance. Ivan tool some gauze with him and as he moved over to reach underneath his bed again the boy apologized...
"Don't apologize for me fuckin' up... You're fine I promise. I'm sorry I'm fucked up." he pulled out two beers from the depths of the bed and went over and sat down next to the kid.
Ivan offered him a beer and cracked his open with his teeth, next he grabbed two cigarette packs from the mound and threw a pack Dareynn's way as well.
"Fuck it, to good times and new mates, we'll sort this shit out." Maybe he didn't want this boy in the sack as bad as he thought, but he still wanted to know him, Ivan reached in his pocket and got out the gauze to start to patch up the boy whether he wanted it or not.
[/blockquote][/left]
|
|
|
Post by DareynnCainPayne on Mar 17, 2013 20:47:28 GMT -6
Dareynn watched Ivan carefully still, but he managed to relax slightly. It was okay. He was safe. There weren't any of them here. It was just him and Ivan. He took the beer that was offered, though he didn't crack it open. He had never been a huge fan of beer. It tasted bitter and it made his stomach hurt if he hadn't eaten anything (and, of course, he hadn't).
He cheered up slightly when Ivan tossed the pack of cigarettes his way, though. He caught them out of the air, fingers wrapping protectively around the box. The plastic wrapping was still sealed tightly around the box, the golden strip to remove it standing out against the white box. Setting the beer aside, Dareynn pulled the gold strip off, removing both ends of the plastic wrap and discarding them on the floor. He'd figure out where to throw them away later. Right now, he wanted--or was it that he needed--a cigarette.
He found a lighter in his front pocket, placing the cig between his lips before lighting it. He relaxed more, the nicotine flowing through his lungs and calming him down. He stretched out his legs, leaning back against the wall.
When Ivan came closer, Dareynn leaned away. "I said I don't need it," he told the boy, ready to punch Ivan if the kid tried to wrap him with the damn gauze. He didn't need that shit. He was fine.
[/size]
|
|