Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-09-08 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, miguel o'hara, ~bobby sully |
Who: Miguel and Bobby
Where: A shop
What: Hiding
When: 8th September, late morning
Rating: scared
Miggy was scared. He hadn't meant to get lost or taken or whatever had happened, even though he didn't know how he'd gotten lost in the first place. He'd gone to bed with a book, and he'd tried to ignore Ma and Dad fighting again, and then he'd fallen asleep with the book on his chest. It must have fallen onto the ground and the bump was what woke him up. He realized pretty quickly that he was in a grown-up's room and in their big bed. And he had no pyjamas on which was weird. He'd slipped out of the bed and found a pair of pyjama shorts in a drawer and pulled them on quickly, and left the room as quietly as he could. He was good at Quiet, because when Dad was home he didn't like to be disturbed, especially if he'd been drinking all the beers.
Out in the big room, it was colder than he liked and he was soon shivering as he tried to work out where he was and what was going on. There were a couple of tee-shirts on the back of a couch, so he lifted one and pulled it on and it was so big it looked like a funny dress on him. None of this was funny, though, so he wasn't laughing.
He found the door quickly enough, and the access panel. He tried his palm print and his thumb print and he even tried to see if it would take an eyeball picture, but nothing was working and he had to get out and get home before his dad found out and got angry. Then his dad would take it out on Ma or on Gabri and that couldn't happen because Gabri was just a baby, and Ma was Ma! So he had to get home. There were tools on the table, so he grabbed a couple of them and quickly got to work on the panel. Soon enough, he'd found the right wires and had the door open.
"Miguel, you can't leave," a lady said from behind him, and he spun round to stare at a pretty hologram lady. She knew his name! HOW? This place was scary and weird! "Stay, please!" she asked, but he shook his head and ran out the door.
What followed was a blur of running barefoot through empty corridors full of doors and open spaces for ages and ages, and when he had a massive stitch in his side and couldn't run any further, he found a store or something that had a counter at the back. He had to find his home, but he needed a rest. If someone had taken him, they might be looking for him, so he'd hide while he had a rest, and then keep looking for his Ma.
He ducked in behind the counter and tried to get his breath back while he tried to work out what he was going to do next. He had no idea where he was (this wasn't Nueva York at all, nowhere near enough people!) or how he'd find anyone, or where he'd find food or water. He wanted to go home, he wanted his Ma and his brother and his room with his books and his microscope and his computer. Dad said boys didn't cry, and if they did, he'd beat them so they really had something to cry about, so Miggy sniffled back a couple of tears and then curled up into a little ball. After a few minutes, he'd somehow managed to doze off, and soon enough he dropped into a deeper sleep.