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Post by aerin colt endsley on Oct 26, 2012 15:37:03 GMT -5
Questions. The torturing was awful, the beds and food were what Ace thought was close to lethal, and the people were -Poseidon help him- probably amongst the worst people he'd ever met. And that's saying a lot, considering where he'd come from. But the questions were the worst. 'Are you breathing fine? Are you depending on water? Is everything okay? You don't feel weak?' They went on and on and on and Ace was going to shank someone if they got any worse.
The small boy looked around, glad he had the pool to himself. He hated being watched. As if it wasn't bad enough, he was far smaller than the other sixteen year olds. And had scars for days. Scars he didn't want to explain to anyone. He pulled his jacket off, tossing it to the bench. His shirt and shoes followed suit, but he didn't bother getting out of his jeans. He slid into the water, but unlike the other boy who could breathe under water, Ace couldn't. Not yet. They'd nearly drowned him trying to determine whether or not he could.
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damon angler dawson
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Post by damon angler dawson on Nov 4, 2012 13:36:38 GMT -5
Damon had been on the run after escaping from his cell and at thesound of gun shots, he barely realized somebody had been hurt instead of him. Wrists bled where handcuffs dug into them. He had tried mauling somebody, and had run after they cuffed him.
But now someone was in the large room, climbing into the pool, and Damon shrank bacl into the shadows to watch with cold eyes. Right now anger wasn't there though. Whoever the stranger was, they were defenseless. If anything, Damon was simply frightened. Not to mention off medication. He drew in a soft breath, eyeing the door. But for now it seemed that the staff who had been after him was distracted. He slid down to his haunches, drawing his knees up and tugging helplessly at his wrists with an agitated growl.
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Post by aerin colt endsley on Nov 6, 2012 14:57:53 GMT -5
It wasn't until he heard a growl that Ace realized he wasn't alone. How many times had he heard that? Millions? Out of anger, out of frustration, out of pleasure. He'd find it well if he never heard someone growl again so long as he lived. But that wasn't going to happen. He looked around before his bright blue eyes fell on the other male. He wasn't sure if he was more terrified by the tattoos or the fact he had handcuffs. They didn't handcuff sane people. Well, he took that back. They'd handcuffed him a time or five. But he wasn't exactly sane, either. He watched him warily, expecting to be jumped at any moment.
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