teenage wasteland [ace]

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

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Some days, work sucked. Actually, most days work sucked. The man couldn't help but look forward to his day off. It just so happened that on his day off, there was a new round of injections curing. What happened when you were the one to draw the short straw in the office pool... or be in a position of leadership, therefore always in possession of the short straw? Yup. The shut ins. The ones that wouldn't leave their rooms for anything, especially more testing. Kenly had just rolled out of bed, phone blasting whatever was on when he'd fallen asleep. It was no big deal to tug on a shirt and jeans, tie his sneakers... they could jump off his dick. It was still his day off.

Thankfully there weren't too many kids on his list. Actually, there was just one. A young man that he'd met maybe once before. It was interesting, in a place of addicts and violence that there be such a quiet young man around. Kenly wouldn't say it aloud, but he had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen on another man... second prettiest. But he wouldn't think about Kahlil right now. Job. Work. Right. He'd remember that. He'd have to wait until later to break down. The man slipped a syringe into his pocket, grabbed a chart and made his way to the door. Before he raised his knuckles to the door he adjusted his shirt tail... hips covered. The wounds were neat, orderly and fresh.

His knuckles are soft on the door. "Endsley? Y'all in there?" There's an odd lilt to the man's voice. It comes when you've been brought up in Tulsa but spent a great deal of time speaking nothing but Lebanese and Russian. A weird fusion, hell, Kenly himself. There's nothing rough, nothing short of kind in his tone. All he wanted was to get his job done and crawl back into a pit of despair.

[aerin colt endsley]

More shots. As if the boy hadn't been tortured enough. Between his past and being here, it seemed he had the worst luck of anyone ever. Well, aside from people who were victims of Hitler or 9/11 or something. But he came a close second. Ace pulled on a string in the hole of his jeans, his blue eyes wandering over the bare walls. The least they could do was decorate a little, right? Maybe make the place a little less terrifying? But that might give the patients a sense of peace or relieve some of their fear. Zeus forbid.

He looked towards the door at the knock, rolling his eyes. "No, it's Houdini." Now you see me, now you don't. How he wished he could really get away with poofing into thin air. What a blessing that would be. He laid back on the bed, turning over to face what he assumed was a grey wall when it was really tan. He closed his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. He didn't want another shot. He didn't want to be poked, needles or otherwise. He was so tired of people, it seemed like the apocalypse wouldn't come fast enough. Maybe he'd be the first to go.

"Couldn't sleep so you had to come stab me with a needle?" He asked. He sometimes thought the staff around here had nothing better to do than make their lives a complete and utter living hell. It was awful and he hated it. There wasn't a single good reason to put anyone through this.

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

The man sighed heavily. It was too early in the morning for sass, and he was far too... too bummed. It was the morning after a night of dreamless sleep hadn't taken him to a land far, far away. It had been a rough one, tossing and turning, and he was justa bout ready to be done. Kenly's head was spinning, hell, he hadn't even had his morning wake up cup... or twelve... yet. Caffeine addict on our hands, what can we say? Legal is as legal does.

The young man sighs heavily. "Come on Aerin. Can I come in and get this over with?" Kenly feels a bit awkward on the outside, to be perfectly honest. It's not a new feeling. Whatever. He'll get over it.

[aerin colt endsley]

At the mention of his real name, Ace started to shake. All he could hear was the handful of people who'd said that before him. He'd heard it all, and all of it brought back those voices, the horrible memory of them forcing themselves into his bed. "I'll be a good boy.. I promise.." He whimpered, tears falling down his cheeks as he curled up tighter. He was starting to panic, his throat feeling far tighter than it had before. He thought he'd forget how to breathe here in a minute. 'I thought it was going to all stop here.. They promised I'd be okay here..' He thought before he started to cry even harder. He was terrified of being hurt again. A million times was enough, right?

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

Makism can't help but let himself inside. The syringes sit in his pocket, ready to be administered. The creature reached out, turning the knob. He wandered into the boy's room, sighing as he spotted the crumpled figure of a handsome young man. "Easy, hon..." It's that awkward accent, playing gently. Kenly is tentative, but he sits on the edge of Ace's bed. He watches. All he can do is watch.

[aerin colt endsley]

Easy. Yeah. Ace didn't know what easy was. He hadn't had an easy anything. Everything had been hell for him. And telling him to suddenly become okay again didn't make anything better. 'You're nothing but a big fucking two year old..' He thought, wrapping his arms around himself. He slowed his crying, but he had no intentions of facing the man behind him. He was just the same as all the rest of them. Men didn't change. They all had one thing in mind. He'd found that out the hard way. "What do you want?" He asked quietly.

[KENLY JAKOB DELANEY]

Kenly say softly on the corner of the man's bed, studying him softly. He couldn't get what the problem was, not from the story on his chart... they never told the whole thing, at least. He may never know. Some things seemed to exist purely to make him sad. There's a gentle sigh in his throat, a hand moving to rake through his hair. "Same thing you got yesterday... this one is the second. There's one more tomorrow morning." The man wouldn't play it off as anything it wasn't. There was something about this young man that said he couldn't lie, lest it be kicking a puppy that had already been kicked too many times and cowered away at the slightest touch, even one with the best intentions.

[aerin colt endsley]

Ace listened quietly. They never got enough of poking them, it seemed. As long as everyone around here was being beaten and prodded, they were happy. At least someone was happy, he guessed. He hoped they were happy. You didn't just cause mass misery for no good reason. He turned over onto his back, holding out his arm. He was littered in finger shaped bruises from the nurses holding him down, or under water. He was sure there were plenty of bruises on his neck the way it hurt. He looked over the wall, tracing the lines in the bricks. He didn't care if he never saw the nurse again. It didn't mean anything to him. "Go ahead.." He mumbled, his voice hoarse from crying and screaming.