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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Jun 25, 2011 23:33:47 GMT -6
Deimin brushed a lock of dirty blonde hair from his face, back behind his ear. His inquisitive green eyes gazed at the gorgeous area around him, trying to take in every feature. The Grotto was a wonderful area, really. The best in the entire dreadful place. The pond was so pretty in the sunset, the rays of golden light playing off the water and making it shine with the same golden tint. The rocks and plants around the area just added to the beauty.
Camera strap hooked over his neck so the device didn’t fall and shatter on the ground, Dei went up the shallow wooden stairs and stopped just before the stone archway, turning to face the pond again. Lifting the camera so he could look at the screen, he snapped a picture of the scene. It was one he didn’t want to forget. He let the camera dangle from the strap once more as he slowly descended the stairs, going back to the water’s edge.
Deimin lifted one foot, balancing easily on the one still on the ground as he undid the laces of the lifted foot. He repeated the action with the opposite foot, easily slipping the shoes off once both laces had been loosened. His socks were removed next and placed inside the shoes, which were set upon a bench about ten feet from the water’s edge. He didn’t dare set down his beloved camera; if he did, it might not be there when he got back. There were all kinds of odd patients here. Granted…most of them were inside by this time. Deimin wasn’t really supposed to be out, but he was. He was sane, it wasn’t like he was going to go drown himself if he wasn’t watched all the time. There had been a time in his life when he would have taken the wonderfully silent, beautiful time to do something like that…but not now. At least, not today. It had been a good day.
Rolling up his pant leg, Deimin was almost disappointed that his legs were so plain. Every inch of reachable exposed skin on his torso was covered in Sharpie—doodles, words, even a few full sentences. Random symbols. Just…things he had drawn throughout the day. And some faded ones from the day before. And maybe some that were older. He didn’t keep track of when they were from; they all washed off eventually. He had a few Sharpies in his pocket now, actually. He always carried multiple colours so he could write over areas and still have them be legible. Like he could use black over a color like blue or red, because it was darker. He thought ahead.
Wading into the water slowly, the blonde-haired teen felt goosebumps rise on his arms. Maybe wading wasn’t the best idea, but it was something he had enjoyed as a kid. He really should have thought about the chilly weather before he stuck his feet into the water.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2011 19:45:04 GMT -6
Locked in this intrepid place another day, a living fucking hell hole just literally built for torturing people. The slim, black-haired boy could no longer stand the torment that came along with the daily deception that the coats fed him. That, along with bucket loads of medication they feed him, he'd almost seems normal... Well, normal for this place anyways.
"Hmm maybe I should actually try to make friends with someone instead of trying to rip there heads off..." he thought out loud as he rummaged though the ever entwining corridors of Anderson's Correctional Facility, "Just walk up to a random twat and say "Ello Teddy, how are you doin on this fine evnin?"" yea... that sounded amazing, now if only he knew someone named Teddy... This making friends stuff was rather hard work.
Maybe a trip to the Grotto would help clear his mind, it usually did. The plants never really entertained Ivan, the little critters though, They were a blast! The little blue jay talked to him when he was alone, the badger had a bad temper but a good since of humor, and the mocking bird, always bringing justice to arguments.
As the confused teen wobbled past the window to the Grotto in his drug induced haze he'd realized that there was someone already there, He'd seen this boy around from time to time but had never really done anything to bother him, at least he didn't think he'd done anything, some people are just pissy.
As he rounded the corner with the quirks of a fox and the slyness of a cat so he wouldn't be seen he'd realized the boy was covered in strange markings, seemed to be carrying a box with him, and occasionally he'd stick the little thing up to his face.
Ivan had finally reached the door to the outside, but soon found out the coats had already locked up for the day. They always did stuff to Ivan like this, hiding his things, writing notes about him, talking behind his back, and giving him new drugs to fuck with him. He didn't really mind the drugs, those things are amazing. When they touch his shit though, that's a different story. So, he did the logical thing... he'd dashed down the halls to a place far enough away the other teen couldn't hear the noise and smashed the living hell out of a window.
After managing to sneak back into the Grotto he sat by a little fish pong and spied in peace. The boy was damn cute, and way out of Ivan's league, but he needed to at least let the boy know he existed.
So, once again he used that little thing he'd called his brain and came up with an amazing idea, as Ivan started to pick up little pebbles the boy started to remove his shoes. Now why the hell would he do that?! Then it all made since, Ivan wasn't very good at understanding people, but give him a couple seconds and small things made since. The blond-haired boy slowly waded into the water and looked as if he was freezing, yet in total peace.
Ivan knew that it was now or never to try his new plan and figured it can't hurt a lot to try. Instead of joining the boy to have his feet tickled by fish, and whatever gross vegetation was growing on the bottom of the pond. Ivan threw rocks, not hard, and they weren't big rocks. Just small ones that he was going to use to get the boys attention. As he heard the gentle plop of the first stone hitting the water he hoped it would be enough.
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Jul 15, 2011 15:02:29 GMT -6
Dei tried not to let the cold get to him as he tipped his head back, looking up at the ever-darkening sky. It was amazing, the way all the colours blended together, going from a light, cheerful blue to oranges and yellows and reds and pinks, to finally all create a rich navy that Dei himself had never been able to duplicate or find anywhere else. The camera that had been momentarily forgotten in awe was now lifted, a single picture taken of the vast expanse of sky captured forever on the device. The small screen didn’t do it justice, the yellows and oranges too dull and the navy creeping into the corners not quite as rich. Lips pulling down at the corners, the blonde teen couldn’t bring himself to delete the picture of the beautiful scene, no matter how much it destroyed the beauty of the sunset. It was still a beautiful picture… It was just nothing compared to the real thing. That was one good thing about this place; he could watch all the sunsets and sunrises he wanted to.
He set the camera hang around his neck again, holding his hands out in front of him to look at all the scrawled messages on his arms. They were multi-coloured and made little to no sense—half of them he didn’t even remember what they were for. Turning his hands over, he looked at his palms. They had the usual written on them: “Yes” in red on his right hand, “No” in green on his left. Doing that every morning made it easy for him to answer simple questions without having to cover his body in the responses. It was just easier this way, and he didn’t mind it. When else would he write on his palms? Granted, the “Yes” was a little sloppy, since he had to write it with his left hand and he was, in no shape or form, ambidextrous. But he’d gotten used to scrawling the letters each morning, so it wasn’t completely illegible.
Dropping his gaze to the water, Dei saw small ripples moving toward his feet. He hadn’t heard anything splash, but now that he noticed that there was something in the water, he heard what had to be a second splash, turning to look at what had caused it. Nothing was there, and it hadn’t been very loud, so it couldn’t have been something hostile, right? His eyes scanned the immediate area, catching a small object that followed the second into the water. A pebble? Pebbles didn’t just fly into the air and splash in the water of their own accord.
Or did they? Dei was pretty sure they didn’t. Maybe he was going farther off the deep end. No, pebbles were inanimate objects. That meant that they were not alive. So they couldn’t be jumping into the water by themselves. Someone had to be moving them. The teen slipped out of the water, shivering again as the cold breeze dried the already cold water on his feet, making him feel even colder than before. He wandered in the direction that the pebble had come from, looking carefully.
Catching a glimpse of what he assumed was another patient, Dei raised his hand, waving it once in a greeting. He didn’t call out, since talking wasn’t quite his thing. He could, if he wanted to. But talking had only gotten him into trouble before, and he didn’t want that to happen now. He liked this place, he didn’t want to end up getting banned from it for some reason or another. He would miss it terribly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2011 0:06:28 GMT -6
After a wile of throwing these pebbles it just kinda turned into a game for me. -whiz- ... -plop- -whiz- ... -plop- -whiz- ... -plop- I could have totally forgotten about the strange boy if I didn't catch him starting to look in my general direction after he slowly got out of the water. "Oh shit, what do I do! He's waving at me." Ivan mumbled under his breath as he quickly fumbled about to look for something to do instead of looking at the boy head on.
Ah ha, he found a shiny stone and started fooling around and closely studying every little crack and detail of the damn thing so close he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Funny though, the shiny stone the strange teen had carefully selected was almost the exact shape of a heart, smoothed by years of wear and tear the rock kind of reminded Ivan of himself. A rough and rugged surface that seems impossible to crack, chip, or break, but after time he could be manipulated into different shapes.
I mean, believe it or not he had friends once. he didn't trust some of them and they'd rob you blind in a second flat, but the ones he did trust were good to him. His closest friend was Dave Haistings, that kid was always there for Ivan, yet also caused most of his insecurities.
One time the two were sitting in there usual hang out drinking beer, smoking fags, the usual shit that they did back then, Ivan wasn't nearly as paranoid back then and not near as many people were poking and prodding him, and shoving pills down his throat (he did that himself back then), when out of no where Dave kissed him. Ivan had never even thought of kissing the same gender in a million years. Well, he usually wasn't concerned at ALL about kissing just as long as there was booze at the end of the day.
But this was the first time any boy had ever kissed him. He didn't know what to think but it almost felt "right" ever since then he and Dave dated until 3 months before Ivan went into the asylum, thats when Dave broke his heart, but that's a story for later.
the boy was still looking at him and Ivan was scared shit-less.
Ivan slowly peeked up over the rock to as where it looks as if the rock had eyes and black hair, all those weird markings on the boys arms... what were they?! "Just sit and wait, don't move to fast and scare the fucking Bloak off" Ivan thought... "Hey is your name Teddy?!" he shouted out, that would be fucking amazing if it was.
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Aug 11, 2011 12:06:06 GMT -6
Perhaps no one was really there, after all. Deimin could have sworn he’d seen someone, but now that he was paying attention…maybe not. There didn’t really appear to be any person or animal where he had previously seen movement, and the blonde boy was slightly disappointed. He wanted some company. The silence was nice and peaceful, but having another person around was good, too. Just as he was about to turn away, however, Deimin saw black hair and a pair of eyes emerge over the edge of the rock, and the teen smiled without really thinking about it. Someone was there.
The cold seeping into his body through his feet momentarily forgotten, Deimin walked carefully toward the other person. The cold water barely rippled as he moved, which was why he was being so careful. He didn’t want to end up with cold water all over his legs. That wouldn’t be comfortable at all. He just would make sure he didn’t splash, and then he’d be able to avoid that. The bottom of the little creek was gritty and dirty, a few stones scattered around. They didn’t really hurt his feet, the tiny pressures were more annoying than anything. There wasn’t much he could do, though, short of putting his shoes back on. Which he didn’t want to do, because…well, he didn’t.
He was about ten feet from the rock, the camera simply hanging from his neck on the handy little strap. It seemed to end up doing that a lot. But that was all right. He showed the boy the back of his left hand, where he had scrawled “HI” in thick black Sharpie. Communicating with someone that seemed to be afraid of him…or nervous…or…whatever…was difficult, especially since he didn’t really like to talk. Everything seemed to go wrong when he talked. It wasn’t intentional, of course, but…that was what happened.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2011 0:59:54 GMT -6
"AHHHHH SHIT the bloak saw me!" Ivan had whispered under his breath as the boy slowly came closer to him, maybe smoke bombs to escape back through the window and launch into the nearest room, like that wouldn't work right?! ... Then he realized he forgot his imaginary smoke bombs... "shit."
The strange young boy slowly started moving closer to Ivan as he just stood there like a stump, "Maybe if I don't move the bugger won't see me? I don't bloody know, I'm gonna make a break for it on three!" 1...2...3... Ah shit, his legs decided they were on vacation, now what?
The boy had climbed out of the little pond and was approaching at a cautious pace, the black box hanging around his neck on a string, what a weird fuckin' thing that was, maybe he could steal it...
As the boy finally made it to the rock and peered over it staring at Ivan he just sat there mortified, "Oh living hell, oh LIVING FUCKING BLOODY HELL!" Ivans mind was screamin more fucking gibberish then a damn blue footed booby! ... Damn those things are funny looking, with there blue feet and all, and OI! there named after tits, those little thingys are funny too, the way they bounce and stuffs. BUTOHSHITTHEBOY! He was here, and he was just standing there!
The bloak raised his hand up and wif all the little fuckin scribbles on the boy Ivan could real one just right up and clear, "HI." Not even "ello"? At least add some fuckin style man! "So maybe I should reply?" Ivan just kinda thunk to himself .... "Nah I'ma steal that box!" So, after sitting there awkwardly for a couple seconds Ivan pretended to wave to the wanker and right when his hand was in the right spot ... he snatched that little fucking box right off its goddamn string! This was his fucking box now! Ivan just waited for the boy to say sumtin about it so he could tell the fucker off.
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Aug 16, 2011 1:35:37 GMT -6
Deimin’s brow creased in confusion, waiting for the other patient to do…something. He looked like he’d never seen another human being before. Maybe he hadn’t? Or…at least didn’t remember having met a human before? The blonde wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t surprise him in the least if there were a few patients under that impression at the facility. At least the other teen didn’t run. That would have been upsetting; Deimin didn’t want to upset the guy, just befriend him. If he was nice, anyway.
When the guy didn’t seem like he was going to respond, Deimin withdrew his hand, letting it fall to his side. Just as he was about to show the back of the other hand—which read “BYE”—the guy reached out, snagging his camera. The sharp tug made the string tighten around his neck, pulling on Deimin for a moment before it snapped. The guy…took his camera. His camera. Why would someone do that? His camera meant so much to him. It put all the words he wanted to say into pictures, let him remember what things looked like without mixing them all up and turning them around, distorting them. It was his treasure.
The blonde felt tears grace his eyes, more from the fact that the familiar weight of the camera around his neck was gone than the fact that the string had left a harsh red line on the back of his neck where it had been pulled too tight before breaking. He lifted his hand again, fingers shaking as he reached toward his beloved camera. His mouth opened, unable to form the words he wanted to use to ask for the camera back. Why was speaking always so hard for him? “…I…” His voice was soft, half cracking as he forced the syllables out of his mouth, more desperate to get his camera back than to avoid talking like he normally did. “P…lea…se… giv..e. . . it ba…ck…” His throat felt like he needed to clear it, to cough, to do something to get rid of the annoying tickle talking had left behind, but he couldn’t do anything. His hand was still hovering midair, trembling, tears threatening to spill out of his distressed green eyes. He didn’t know what he’d do without his camera.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2011 8:43:33 GMT -6
"....Fuck off! It's my box now!" Ivan shouted to that strange little thing of a boy. Maybe I can just run? He doesn't deserve it anyways it's mine now... And when I figure out what it does this shit will be the best box ever! Yea... that's it... Dumb bloak.
It sounds like that kid had a lisp of some sort, he wasn't a-used to talkin maybe? he didn't know and he didn't really care, he had the shiny box now! Time to run? Nah, gotta wait... tease the cute little boy a little longer...
Mockingly he threw the camera around into the air and catching it Ivan laughed. He knew he wouldn't drop it, it was just fun to watch the turd flinch every time he threw his little toy! "Want it back don't cha?" Ivan stared the young soul dead on in the eyes. "Too damn bad."
He dashed for it! A full out bloody fuckin sprint I went into, just fuckin' gone! He was kind of proud of himself on how fast he hauled ass out of there, as he shot past a rose bush on the edge of the grotto he caught a glimpse of some shiny little thing that glimmered on the ground, and it was so shiny... "I gotta go see what that was," He said under his breath as he hailed to a screeching halt and slid on the dirt, the cool grubby soil tearing up under his feet and the wet grass giving out easily to the pressure, as he finally stopped to look at the shiny thing in the bush he realized it was an old pocket watch, "Bloody living hell," Ivan screamed as he found it! "Screw the box I've got a ticker!"
Of course he didn't let go of that bloody bulloc of a box though... it WAS his after all. But now that damn boak was probably damn fast after him and Ivan was at a dead stop.... So he used his amazing logic once again! I'm gonna dive into that damn rose bush... he thought. Too bad the Fugger was full of thorns, Ivan held his breath in pain and just hopped the boy wouldn't hear his crys [/blockquote]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Sept 11, 2011 18:09:13 GMT -6
Deimin felt his body weaken more and more with every toss of the camera, bright green eyes watching it with dread, absolutely certain that it would go plunging to the ground at any second. There wouldn’t be any time for him to grab it and it would smash to bits on the gravel, the lens shattering and the black casing cracking. He could see it so clearly, even hear it, almost. It was an all-too-real possibility.
When the man ran Deimin felt his knees give out, his hand falling with him. The rocks bit into his legs, his hands, his arms, his elbows, his forehead, as he crumpled, tears streaming faster from his eyes. No, no, no… he moaned internally, fingers blindly grasping around the rocks he had fallen onto. His body shook with his silent sobs, tears mixing with the gritty dirt on the ground that surrounded the rocks. The hard stones pushed against his skin painfully, but nothing was as painful as having his camera taken from him, snatched away almost at the very moment he had captured such a glorious sunset. Now all his pictures were gone. Even the one of his mom and dad, the one they had had taken before they sent the camera to him. He wanted it back.
Could he allow himself to just stay there on the ground, crying, while the mysterious guy made off with his camera? The answer should be no. But he almost couldn’t find the will to move, the motivation to even lift a finger. But he made himself do it. Slowly he stood, brushing off the small bits of gravel that stuck to him, leaving deep indents on his forearms and knees. He trudged in the direction the man had gone, feet sliding through the rocks. The grass was much softer on his feet, though it didn’t make him feel any better. He heard a voice that sounded like the man’s. Tears still streaming down his pale face, Deimin headed toward the voice. When he reached where he thought the voice had come from, there was no one there. There was no one around at all.
Deimin fell to his knees again, defeated. There was nothing he could do about getting his camera back. He leaned back, shifting his seating so his knees were pulled up to his chest. Leaning his head down on them, he cried silently, shoulders shaking. He wanted his camera. It was like he was being left alone here all over again, with absolutely nothing. The emptiness he felt would never go away. The camera had blocked it, covered it up, but it had still been there. And now it was like the feeling was going to swallow him whole.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2011 8:31:03 GMT -6
The bloak stopped right in front of him! Just right there! and started baulin his fuckin eyes out.... pussy... although he was kinda cute. "I don't even get what's so fuckin a-special about this piece" Ivan thought as he handled the strange box thing.....
"Man this kid's hopeless. He's still just sitting there crying..." Now a normal person would probably feel fucking horrid about all of this... Not Ivan, he's more focused on if there is any way he could get into the buggers pants. "I a-spose if I just jumped on him and started kissin him he'd let me cuz I'm just that fuckin sexy." Ivan thought cheerily to himself.
Okay now back to the shiny fuggin box! there were so many goddamn buttons on this thing that he didn't know what the fuck to click.... so he did the sensible thing like always! smashed all the peices of shit to a bloody pulp!
All of a sudden there was this weird "WRRRR" Noise "SHIT!" he thought as he chucked the thing to the ground, "He coulda heard that shit!" but now the box was glowin and such. Ivan looked into the little hole of it and you could see the world! It was amazing! Just then the boy let out a small sob that made Ivan jump and when he did the world went black for a couple of seconds! He looked on the glowey screen and the world stopped on it... "Bloody fucking hell he's got a device to stop the world!" He could use this against the tiff for some fun!
"Hey lovely," Ivan shouted. "I'll give your time fingy back for a kiss!" No one could ever resist Ivan's lips and the way he could roll his tongue would make the strongest of fan girls pass out. This has GOT to work!
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Sept 11, 2012 9:57:47 GMT -6
Dei's hands had gone into his hair, tugging at it as he cried. His shoulders shook uncontrollably. He didn't want to lose his camera! It was important! It meant so much to him. What would he do without it? That was how he remembered things, how he showed things to people. He didn't want to use his voice! It was ugly. Pictures were beautiful. They showed the world as it was, without distorting it like his voice would.
He pulled himself to his feet as the other boy approached, his arms wrapping around his torso. When the proposition came up for a kiss, Dei automatically shook his head no. He didn't want to kiss the boy who had just taken his camera! He held out his shaking hands, silently asking for the camera back. He mouthed "please" as a tear trickled down his cheek, falling to the ground below.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2012 15:56:13 GMT -6
"The bloak said no! The nerve of some fuggin people man! Here I am, a bloody fuckin masterpiece and he fuggin said no! Well I recon I could still that kiss off of his sweet lips but what if it'd be his first? I couldn't do that to the pretty boy, even if he was a twat nugget!" Ivan just screamed aloud in his head as the sad, small, beautiful, and hansom boy just sat there in tears......
Ivan let out an over exaggerated sigh, maybe if I want to make friends for once I should actually be nice to a bloak.... still, I'll be real fuggin disappointed if his name ain't fuggin Teddy! Teddy's a fuggin cool name!
Soon after all this thought Ivan realized he was still very close to the sad boy that spoke not one word..... "Listen, I'll fuggin give it back but you gotta be mah fuckin friend, deal?!" He basically spat out all at once, "and ya gotta fuggin hold my hand back inside!" Now if only he told him his name was fuggin Teddy!
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Oct 30, 2012 13:47:42 GMT -6
At the mention of the new deal, Deimin nodded eagerly. Be someone's friend in exchange for his camera, his life, back? Of course! The boy who had stolen the camera seemed...odd, but most of the people here were. He wiped his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, trying as hard as he could to stop them. There was no use crying if he was getting his camera back, right?
The boy's demand to hold hands struck Dei as somewhat odd, but he wasn't going to argue, especially if he was going to give the camera back. If the other had asked, Dei would have jumped into the lake to get it back. But kissing someone wasn't something he could do. Not when he'd never kissed anyone. He wanted his first kiss to mean something, something more than just being a sexual (if it could be called such) favor to get something that was already his back.
He reached out with both hands, one clearly asking for the camera, the other positioned so the other would be able to hold his hand. He felt the corners of his mouth pull down slightly as he fought more tears, avoiding blinking so they didn't run down his cheeks. Sometimes it bothered him that he didn't talk. Sometimes. Most of the time, it was okay. Easier. He didn't have to explain himself to people. But when he wanted something, it was hard. But he made do with what he could.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 11:17:49 GMT -6
Ivan grabbed the boys hand and started to head back towards inside. Gently he handed the box back lookin' at the bloak whos eyes were so full of relief and passion as the lookey box slid back into his grasp, "You really like this tugged 'ol piece of shit don't cha." It was funny, something that dumb lookin' could mean so much to him, Ivan didn't understand nor care to.
He walked past a couple o' fuck-o's in the grotto, they must of crawled out the window Ivan shattered, they're not gonna steal his new best friend, Ivan found him first. The boy pulled the small kid closer to him and squeezed his hand, not wanting to loose what he'd just gained, after all, he fuggin' worked hard for this new friendship. "You're the only friend I've ever had, ya know that right? Everyone else hates me and says I'm a tosser. They don't fuggin' know me though I'm a nice fuggin' guy! sure, I'm a little loony but it's not always that bad I promise." Ivan let go of the boy a little after he finished walking past everyone, but still made sure to hold on tight.
The sharp grass between his feet turned into shards of glass and dirt, Ivan picked up the small stick figure of a boy with one swift motion and carried him in through the window so he wouldn't get cut by the glass. "I told ya, I'm there for ya." Ivan said smiling as he set the boy down and began to pull glass out of his unprotected feet. [/blockquote] [/left]
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Post by DeiAlexanderCarew on Jan 15, 2013 14:31:05 GMT -6
Deimin hugged the camera to his chest, breathing easier now that it was back in his grasp. He had been certain, at least for a few minutes, that he would never see it again. That it would be gone, lost in the dark, uncertain, scary world that was the facility. He nodded when Ivan mentioned him really caring about it, though Deimin didn't care much for the "piece of shit" comment. His camera was not a piece of shit. Actually, it had cost him quite a bit of money. It was a good camera.
Deimin's hand hurt a little from the other's tight grip, but he didn't dare to pull away or try to loosen hold. What if he took the camera away again? Deimin wouldn't be able to bear it. So he just kept the camera held tight to his chest, the neck strap back in place, and allowed Ivan to tug him along. He nodded shyly at the people they passed, not really knowing any of them. He'd seen them around, surely, at some point, but he didn't know them. Deimin didn't really know anyone.
Deimin couldn't help the small noise that escaped his throat when he was lifted from the ground. Automatically he clutched his camera, clinging to it like it would keep him alive. When his feet were on the ground again, he turned to stare, wide-eyed, at Ivan. Why had Ivan lifted him through the window? Deimin was the one with shoes on. The glass looked like it hurt. And the dirt would infect the wounds if he didn't wash them out. Ivan certainly didn't seem like the type of guy to wash out wounds.
Slowly, Deimin let go of his camera. It stayed suspended around his neck, hanging there by the strap. He wiped his hands on his jeans, hesitating a moment before going over to Ivan and pushing the boy's hands away from his feet. There was no way Ivan could get the glass out by himself, especially since it was in the bottoms of his feet. Deimin crouched down and started removing the pieces of glass carefully, doing his best not to cause Ivan too much pain in doing so.
Once he'd gotten out all of the glass he possibly could, Deimin pointed at the sink in the far corner of the room, hoping Ivan got the message. Go wash your damn feet. He'd wash his hands, too, since they now had Ivan's blood on them, but he wanted Ivan to clean his feet first. Ivan was the one with open wounds, not Deimin.
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