shygod (shygod) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-04-24 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | shy |
Who: Shy
When: Friday night, April 24th
Where: Shy's room, Fischer's compound
What: Shy is recovered enough to receive his punishment
Shy's eye was twitching. It did not happen often, only when the boy was especially irate, and that just happened to be the case at this particular moment. The question of how to punish Shy for the chaos he had caused previously was truly a puzzling one. For one, the boy had so few things he genuinely cared about, deciding what to remove from him was a challenge.
Shy loved his electronics, he loved chocolate, and he loved his personal space. Removing his electronics was basically out of the question, the boy could and usually did single-handedly run Revolve, taking his computers away would increase Fischer's workload at least tenfold, that punishment was not worth the effort. Shy lived off of nothing but chocolate bars and IV drips, removing the chocolate would mean that he would need a daily IV drip. Again, more work, but not out of reason. Shy hardly minded having the VI's attached to him, and as he did not really move... ever, dragging the drip behind him would not be a true bother. Starving the boy was no good, and simply restricting his chocolate access simply did not seem severe enough on its own. All that was left was invading the boy's precious privacy.
Shy was forced to stand in the corner near the door and watch as guards searched his room, the cover for the exercise being that they were going to ration the boy's chocolate and wanted to hide all the bits that he had hidden. The truth of it it was that Fischer had wanted to pound it into the strange boy's skull that even he was not above punishments. Shy's breathing was slow, shallow and all but hissing as he glared at those who, carefully, moved his items, turned them over and found his secret chocolate reserves. The urge to shock them all for being so impotent as to invade his lair was almost overwhelming.
Almost. Shy could control himself, even if he resented having to at this exact moment. At long last they nodded, exiting the room and leaving Shy to his computer, his work. All except for one, and Shy ignored him to settle down onto his green and white polka dotted pillow on the floor, frowning as he found it was not right. They had changed things. Moved things. They were not exact as Shy had wanted them. Oh they would pay. They would all pay. They would pay for disrupting the life of the island's god, regardless of if they were under orders or not. They should know better, the foolish, worthless organics.
He was still there.
Shy turned quite suddenly, blank eyes narrowed at the one remaining guard, who had pulled out Shy's unused computer chair and settled down onto it, slouched down and resting his ankle on his opposite knee. The man lifted his brows as he calmly met that white-eyed glare. Shy's lips pressed into a thin line, his brows pulling together by a few millimeters, Shy was glaring, as much as he ever glared at anyone. Indignation smoldered inside the young recluse as he waited, as if expecting his glare to cause the man to leave. The man did not budge.