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Mar. 23rd, 2013


[info]arty_kyle

Bars

Characters: Adam, Kyle, Ryan and Reece
Setting: Detention, night

Prison wasn’t fun. Like not at all. And sure, really it was just a cell in the basement of the facility, but it sucked. The bed looked kind of the same, the bars were definitely the same and the whole place was really screwing with Adam. His bravado about taking whatever punishment they gave him was seeping away quickly. As it was, he was sitting on the edge of the cot, back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest, trying to concentrate on breathing without throwing up and keeping the memories at bay.

Kyle had hurried down to the detention centre as soon as he’d been done with Becka, grabbing his back as he’d headed for the elevator. Giving a nod to the guy at the desk, he’d indicated that he was here to see Adam and, thankfully, hadn’t had to explain himself any further than that, or argue as to why he should be allowed in. “Hey,” he said, walking up to the bars. God, but that was a horrible sight - it brought back far too many memories for his liking.

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Sep. 19th, 2012


[info]insheepsclothes

It's football time in... wherever we are!

Characters: Ryan and OPEN
Setting: Courtyard, around 2:30 p.m.

Ryan grabbed the football from his room, where he’d stashed it after he found it the other day. While he was completely comfortable with having his circle of acquaintances so far being female, he knew it would look odd in the long run, and besides, he couldn’t afford not to have male ‘friends’ in this place. So one of the best bonding things he knew of was football, which he’d played through high school. Team things weren’t his favorite, but he’d done it, and he’d fit in.

He headed down to the courtyard, wondering if any of the people who commented on his journal would show up. He tossed the ball up, letting it rotate and catching it again easily. He had been a decent sportsman. He headed over to one of the benches, waiting to see if anyone was going to join him for a pick up game of sorts.