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It's Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 22:09:08 -0700

“You would know then - how much trouble have you gotten into since I last spoke with you?” He nudged his friend, eyebrows raising. It had been a while, he thought, since he had seen a few people, Scott being one of them. Nathan had to frown at his friend’s mention, head tilted as he asked, “Which guard was it then? If we find their room, maybe we can get them back?”

“Uh…Well, I might have gotten into quite a bit, but nothing to serious, you know?” He laughed, obviously not seeing his growing misdemeanors as a problem. Scott thought for a moment, trying to think of the guard who had confiscated his stuff. He finally spoke up and said, “I think his name was Greg or something with a G, that’s what Billie thinks at least..”

“Sounds like an ‘everything and nothing’ situation, to be honest.” He thought, laughing at the mischief Scott had been getting into lately and trying to imagine some of it. Of course the only thing he could picture was the man attempting to steal something simply, like a pair of shoes or maybe some candy. “Greg? Uhh, hmm, I can’t actually think of a guard that’s name Greg, to be honest. Did Billie mix the names up?” He had learned a while ago to hold back his reflex of blinking whenever Billie was mentioned.

It's Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 19:55:41 -0700

crazyscott:

barkin-mad:

crazyscott:

Scott was sneaking his way to the room where all of the guards usually hung out, something had been taken from him and he new where it would probably be. He heard Nathan ask a question and stopped, turning to face him, “Uh…the big fat one?” He laughed, being now acquainted with most of the guards because of his mischievousness ways.

Nathan scratched behind his ear when Scott answered seeing as he hadn’t even realized who he was talking to. It made it a little easier since he knew who it was and wouldn’t have to look stupid while he explained himself. “There’s a big fat one?” His memory of the guards faces were fuzzy and he squinted as though it would show him one. “Probably. He was the dirty looking one, actually- What are you doing?”

“Yeah..” He thought about if for a moment and then laughed, smiling at his friends comment, “There’s actually a lot of big fat ones around here. But we might be talking about a different one then..” Scott gave him a small nod before shoving his hands in his pocket, “I’m taking back what’s mine, one of the guards confiscated some of my stuff..” A slight frown appeared on his face.

“You would know then - how much trouble have you gotten into since I last spoke with you?” He nudged his friend, eyebrows raising. It had been a while, he thought, since he had seen a few people, Scott being one of them. Nathan had to frown at his friend’s mention, head tilted as he asked, “Which guard was it then? If we find their room, maybe we can get them back?”

It's Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 18:44:43 -0700

Because of his lack of attention towards the entire asylum the past couple of days while he caught up on his sleep, Nathan ventured into the hallways slowly, taking care to look all the details over. Since when had he been interested in doing that? Never before had he given a damn about the events inside here, but the quietness as of late had bothered him more than he would like to admit.

His mind was preoccupied and he paid no attention to where he was going, having walked into a few people already as he finally tore his attention away from the scenery of the asylum towards the staff members walking back and forth. “Is that Edgar bloke on duty right now?” He asked the nearest person to him, coming to a stop as he realized he wouldn’t see the guard by walking back and forth in complete silence.

One jump ahead || Nathan

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 19:41:00 -0700

tabitha-hilton:

madmanwithacape:

tabitha-hilton:

“Well I..uhm.” Tabitha shook her head. “N-Not really.” She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. “I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?” The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. “Is it true?” Her attention shifted back to Nathan.

“That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet.” What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.

“I thought so,” Nathan laughed at her response, still looking at the television in an attempt to see past the crowd. He wished he some sort of selective seeing, though he imagined that could end badly with him seeing nothing at all so perhaps not? Either way, something like that would help. Before his thoughts could get scattered, he shifted to glance out the window at her mention of outside. “I guess you could say that. Looks the same as it always does really,” he replied slowly then blinking.

“Well, it would certainly explain a lot if she did. Honestly, I didn’t peg her for the type to kill someone though,” he admitted, scratching his jaw. This subject was difficult for him to think on, mainly because he had biased relief at himself not taking the girl’s place. “Have you spoken to her before then?”

“N-No, I ha-hadn’t but I h-had seen her a-around she just d-didn’t seem the type, looked l-like a sweet girl. B-But then a-again I look n-nice, b-but turn n-nasty when y-you’re on the w-wrong side of me.” She was, of course referring to the whole shoving and breaking someones back that got her locked up in here.

“L-Looks are deceiving.” She pointed to herself and gave him a grin. “L-Like moi f-for example, I aint n-no meanie pants, s-she provoked me.”

“I haven’t met her either, but I have seen her too - she really doesn’t look like the type. Doesn’t have the eyes, you know?” Tabitha wouldn’t he guessed, but he said as much anyway. “Most people have a different glint in their eyes when they kill someone,” he added on so his sentence made a little sense and holding back laughter at her reference to having a bad side.

“Yes, yes they are,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the window sill. “I would think you’d have dealt with it your whole life, how come this one girl got to you?” Nathan asked her curiously.

One jump ahead || Nathan

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 10:49:30 -0700

tabitha-hilton:

“Well I..uhm.” Tabitha shook her head. “N-Not really.” She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. “I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?” The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. “Is it true?” Her attention shifted back to Nathan.

“That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet.” What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.

“I thought so,” Nathan laughed at her response, still looking at the television in an attempt to see past the crowd. He wished he some sort of selective seeing, though he imagined that could end badly with him seeing nothing at all so perhaps not? Either way, something like that would help. Before his thoughts could get scattered, he shifted to glance out the window at her mention of outside. “I guess you could say that. Looks the same as it always does really,” he replied slowly then blinking.

“Well, it would certainly explain a lot if she did. Honestly, I didn’t peg her for the type to kill someone though,” he admitted, scratching his jaw. This subject was difficult for him to think on, mainly because he had biased relief at himself not taking the girl’s place. “Have you spoken to her before then?”

One jump ahead || Nathan

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 16:15:51 -0700

tabitha-hilton:

“W-W-With very limited l-l-ladies not wanting s-s-sex with crazy men, I-I-I-I will not be s-s-s-s-surprised if half of these l-l-left after it to go to their rooms.” She sat back and put her arms over her chest before giving him a grin. “H-H-How have you been N-N-Nathan? Kissed a-a-anyone else and s-s-shattered my heart?” Tabitha acted all overdramatic but giggled at the end.

She might have not seen him for a while she did consider him as a friend and hoped that didn’t seem… well, creepy to him. Dropping her hands back onto her thighs, she fiddled with her pants before glancing over her shoulder again, wondering who she would root for.

“That’s still rude to say - and you’re, again, making assumptions about this,” Nathan pointed out to her with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure that bloke and that one are trying to watch it.” As he said this, he lifted his hand to point the people out and then dropped his hand, deciding he wouldn’t further argue with her on this point. “I’ve been fine and no, I’ve not kissed anyone else - I might point out that you were the one who kissed me so I should return the question to you.” He wouldn’t be heartbroken.

Her movement made him as confused as her expression and he raised his brow at her questionably, hoping for an explanation for that. “Can you even see the television from here?” He asked as she glanced over her shoulder, tilting his head and squinting to look at the television himself. There were too many people for him to see anything useful aside from a flash hear or there.

One jump ahead || Nathan

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 14:57:56 -0700

tabitha-hilton:

madmanwithacape:

The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.

As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.

Tabitha shrugged in the same way that he had and laughed a bit. “W-w-well at least I-I-I asked in the f-f-fir-first place.” She glanced over her shoulder at the TV. “T-The one time I-I want to w-w-watch something a-and I get bombarded w-w-with men wanting t-t-to drool over th-these women.”

She had been a fan of sports like this before she came here and had been looking forward to watching some of the events on the TV. “W-What’s the bet when t-the mens o-one comes on th-there w-wont be as m-many people a-around it?”

Nathan raised a brow, then shrugged again. She was right about that one, she could have just sat down and not even asked - or maybe asking was the only thing she could think of to say. He thought that was going around, people’s inability to think of things to say or maybe that was just him? Either way.. “That’s pretty rude to think. Honestly, go find another television or pick better times to watch television then?”

“You’d be surprised - a lot of the men around here want to watch it. You’re just making assumption that the lot of them just want to wank off. Unlikely though, most probably do, but they are interested.” Nathan had a feeling they would move back and relax a little more once the women weren’t on the screen. Poor, sex deprived people, he would think too.

One jump ahead || Nathan

Mon, 30 Jul 2012 14:37:12 -0700

tabitha-hilton:

Someone had managed to get a sports channel on the TV so quite a few people were gathered around it to watch the womens Gymnastics for the 2012 London Olympics, of course, most of these were men and Tabitha did a quick head count, six of them gathered around that TV, drooling over the tight costumes and the legs on show. She rolled her eyes at a passing comment between them, did they really not wank themselves to oblivion already?

With a small tut, Tabitha got herself up and pushed her way through the crowd of men before stumbling out at the other side, deciding to go and sit at the window, plonking herself down in the seat there next to a familiar face. “M-Mind if I sit here?” She glanced over and gave him a smile.

The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.

As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 13:21:50 -0700

aaron-finch:

“I don’t know if you remember but I have amnesia, I have a good reason for not remembering anything.” Aaron tutted, he honestly didn’t remember the other two times and scratched his head a little before shrugging. “What the hell are you doing?” He raised a brow and took a drink from the bottle before wandering over and having a peek into the drawer before raising a brow.

“I’m not the one with Amnesia, of course I remember. I just expected it to be less so considering this conversation took place about ten, fifteen minutes ago.” Nathan replied, ignoring the tut and shrugged since it appeared Aaron didn’t remember them. “Looking for the key I pinched off one of the guards,” he answered distractedly, tugging through the many items in the drawer - mainly unopened packages of chips, broken items he had found interesting at some point, and a pair of new shoes oddly enough.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 12:15:09 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“Unlikely, I’ve not pissed off any of the ghosts as of late and why take it out on me whatever you did to ruin their non-living lives?” Nathan mused to himself and then shook his head at him. “Are you just saying that because I have this or because you are a sarcastic arse?” He questioned, brow raised as Aaron sniffed the bottle.

“I generally do, but they’ve been checking my room as of late and so I had to find another place to put it after the Adrian bloke found it. Best place to put it where I would know it went missing.” He pointed out to him, finding it unlikely Aaron would find a place to hide it since Nathan had done so plenty times before. Was it arrogance that said he was a shade better? Probably…

“You do realise they’ll still do it for shits and giggles right?” Aaron raised a brow at him and nodded his head a bit. “I see I see, yeah, they’ve been poking around my room a lot more lately too but now our names are clear and they figured out whodunit I think we’ll be fine.” Or so he thought, Aaron knew that he had pissed off several guards over the last few weeks so that would probably come back to haunt him.

“We may as well make the best of the time we have left before we get the shit beaten out of us… now where are your cigarettes?”

“Obviously, but I’m kind of hoping they won’t and will just go after whatever you love instead,” Nathan commented to him, moving to the other side of the room to shuffle through his drawers. “Uh… they did? I could have sworn ten minutes ago you were bitching about them catching him soon so you wouldn’t have to deal with them,” he said, brow raised as he stopped rummaging through the drawers of miscellanious items.

“You’re thick and an idiot. I told you, I don’t have any cigarettes - twice,” he replied, shaking his head.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 11:32:20 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“Well then, maybe you should have clarified it so I knew what you were talking about!” He retorted, shaking his head at him. “The fact that you have done so at all is something that I think is worrying, but I’ll question something other than your sanity: why? You bitch about this all the time.” He raised his brow at him then just shrugged, knowing that it was whiskey in his room and wondering whether he should just pinch some of the beer instead.

“If you go on shoving me, you can piss off and find your own booze.” He glared at him, managing not to stumble easily enough as he started down the hallway towards his room without much of a glance to see if Aaron was actually following him.

“I’ll just break into your room later on and have a look for it, simple.” Aaron was chuckling whilst he followed the other man to his room and slipped inside with him after checking that no guards were around to stick their noses into what they were doing.

“So what do you have?” Aaron took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together, you could tell it has been a while since he had a drink and he was craving… nay, needed one right now.

“You aren’t supposed to tell me that, mate. I can easily go get it before you do and just hide it somewhere, maybe finish it off myself instead of sharing!” Nathan laughed, at ease with the knowledge the guards were unlikely to be looking at his room around now, only if they were looking for him. If they were they would be busy looking for him somewhere else since he spent so little time in there.

“Hold on, hold on, sheesh. It ain’t going to grow legs and run away.” Nathan evidently thought Aaron was being impatient and he walked over to his bed, dropping onto his knees to peer under it and grab the bottle shoved between the edge of the mattress and springs. “I tell you, it’s hard to remember where I put this. Nearly smashed it at one point,” he commented, standing up again with it in his hands.

“One of the ghosts might pick it up, decide to be a dick and throw it at the wall to smash it.” Aaron shrugged and grinned widely when Nathan stood up and produced the bottle. “Good man!” He reached over and took it from him, unscrewed the top and took a sniff before sighing.

“Woody but a good woody.” Aaron took a sip before putting the cap back on and gave it back to Nathan. “Perhaps you should just lie it on it’s side under the bed itself.” Aaron tilted his head to have a look under the bed to see if it was just a standalone one.

“Unlikely, I’ve not pissed off any of the ghosts as of late and why take it out on me whatever you did to ruin their non-living lives?” Nathan mused to himself and then shook his head at him. “Are you just saying that because I have this or because you are a sarcastic arse?” He questioned, brow raised as Aaron sniffed the bottle.

“I generally do, but they’ve been checking my room as of late and so I had to find another place to put it after the Adrian bloke found it. Best place to put it where I would know it went missing.” He pointed out to him, finding it unlikely Aaron would find a place to hide it since Nathan had done so plenty times before. Was it arrogance that said he was a shade better? Probably…

iamawandmaker: Perfect People - Ewan Gordon McGregor

Wed, 25 Jul 2012 09:23:00 -0700

iamawandmaker:

Perfect People - Ewan Gordon McGregor

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 18:35:50 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“Well then, maybe you should have clarified it so I knew what you were talking about!” He retorted, shaking his head at him. “The fact that you have done so at all is something that I think is worrying, but I’ll question something other than your sanity: why? You bitch about this all the time.” He raised his brow at him then just shrugged, knowing that it was whiskey in his room and wondering whether he should just pinch some of the beer instead.

“If you go on shoving me, you can piss off and find your own booze.” He glared at him, managing not to stumble easily enough as he started down the hallway towards his room without much of a glance to see if Aaron was actually following him.

“I’ll just break into your room later on and have a look for it, simple.” Aaron was chuckling whilst he followed the other man to his room and slipped inside with him after checking that no guards were around to stick their noses into what they were doing.

“So what do you have?” Aaron took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together, you could tell it has been a while since he had a drink and he was craving… nay, needed one right now.

“You aren’t supposed to tell me that, mate. I can easily go get it before you do and just hide it somewhere, maybe finish it off myself instead of sharing!” Nathan laughed, at ease with the knowledge the guards were unlikely to be looking at his room around now, only if they were looking for him. If they were they would be busy looking for him somewhere else since he spent so little time in there.

“Hold on, hold on, sheesh. It ain’t going to grow legs and run away.” Nathan evidently thought Aaron was being impatient and he walked over to his bed, dropping onto his knees to peer under it and grab the bottle shoved between the edge of the mattress and springs. “I tell you, it’s hard to remember where I put this. Nearly smashed it at one point,” he commented, standing up again with it in his hands.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 18:09:57 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“I already was ignoring you a bit, but whatever.” Nathan rubbed his forehead and then when Aaron spoke again, he shook his head, muttering “idiot” under his breath too low for the other man to hear. “We can drink until it runs out, but I ain’t drinking in the toilets. What’s wrong with you? Anywhere in the asylum and you pick the toilets?” There was no need to mention he was the one voicing they wait for it to blow over for a while now.

“Well… I don’t know, where else do you suggest? One of our rooms? I only suggested the bathroom because we can open a damn window to let the smoke out. I don’t know if you hadn’t noticed but our windows have bars on them.” Aaron took his hand away after patting his back once more. “There should be a piece of broken pipe somewhere to open on in the bathroom.”

“In what planet do bars equal unable to get smoke out? It’ll just make it difficult, but I guess I can see your reasoning for it. Not the bathrooms though, I don’t even know when those were last cleaned and that’s unhygienic. Were you raised in a zoo?” Nathan tried to look seriously at him, as though he wholeheartedly disapproved of him. This wasn’t easily managed and it only lasted for a second before he was laughing. “How often do you spend drinking and smoking in the bathroom, Aaron?”

“No, I meant there is no latch to open the windows, fool.” He scoffed with a slight chuckle. “I actually actually done any of those for a long time.” Aaron was laughing himself now. “I could do with a good whiskey but no, it’s crap like vodka or… gin! Me, drinking gin oh come on… no.”

He continued to walk on. “So go on, where is this alcohol of yours? You aint doing very much so lead the way.” Aaron gave him a bit of a shove forward and pushed his hands into his pockets, just following.

“Well then, maybe you should have clarified it so I knew what you were talking about!” He retorted, shaking his head at him. “The fact that you have done so at all is something that I think is worrying, but I’ll question something other than your sanity: why? You bitch about this all the time.” He raised his brow at him then just shrugged, knowing that it was whiskey in his room and wondering whether he should just pinch some of the beer instead.

“If you go on shoving me, you can piss off and find your own booze.” He glared at him, managing not to stumble easily enough as he started down the hallway towards his room without much of a glance to see if Aaron was actually following him.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 13:59:59 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“I already was ignoring you a bit, but whatever.” Nathan rubbed his forehead and then when Aaron spoke again, he shook his head, muttering “idiot” under his breath too low for the other man to hear. “We can drink until it runs out, but I ain’t drinking in the toilets. What’s wrong with you? Anywhere in the asylum and you pick the toilets?” There was no need to mention he was the one voicing they wait for it to blow over for a while now.

“Well… I don’t know, where else do you suggest? One of our rooms? I only suggested the bathroom because we can open a damn window to let the smoke out. I don’t know if you hadn’t noticed but our windows have bars on them.” Aaron took his hand away after patting his back once more. “There should be a piece of broken pipe somewhere to open on in the bathroom.”

“In what planet do bars equal unable to get smoke out? It’ll just make it difficult, but I guess I can see your reasoning for it. Not the bathrooms though, I don’t even know when those were last cleaned and that’s unhygienic. Were you raised in a zoo?” Nathan tried to look seriously at him, as though he wholeheartedly disapproved of him. This wasn’t easily managed and it only lasted for a second before he was laughing. “How often do you spend drinking and smoking in the bathroom, Aaron?”

Peace and calm || open

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 18:15:04 -0700

shh-calmer:

“That’s right. Down you go.” Edmond lowered the guard he had managed to settled down onto the floor and smirked to himself. It was late at night and he had left a trail of guards from his room to now, it was his way of getting around at night and it was so much easier to calm them down at night since they were tired and grumpy.

“That was way too easy.” He straightened up and patted the guard on her head before walking off and managed to weedle his way outside and found a good spot to smoke. It was a cold, damp night but he didn’t really care about that right now, he was warm enough and the lighter provided a bit of heat.

He just stood there, taking long drags of his cig after tucking the packet into his back pocket before glancing around the place. “Shit hole.”

Nathan had long since discovered how easy it was to slip past a guards gaze, mainly because when he walked out of his room and into the hallway at some unknown time (honestly, where did anyone expect him to get a watch from? His old one had long died, after all) all of them were asleep. This made it much easier to do anything and he was out the door in only a few minutes, easing his way out of the door so it didn’t creak.

Seeing the smoke as he walked, he walked slowly towards it and tried not to slip on the damp grass that was slowly turning into some weird form of ice. It didn’t take long for him to find out where they were and it took even less time to figure out who they were considering he only heard the end of Edmond’s conversation with himself.

“It’s not very nice to insult the building, it’s only keeping you prisoners, not being thin enough to break through nor thick enough to block out sounds, doesn’t offer good food, is very loud…” He paused then shrugged. “Anyway.”

crazyscott: madmanwithacape: crazyscott: Scott blinked, pretending to be a little taken aback by...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 15:02:48 -0700

crazyscott:

madmanwithacape:

crazyscott:

Scott blinked, pretending to be a little taken aback by what the other had said, “Can’t open your eyes for a week? That..That sounds just horrifying..” He smiled while saying this though. “My mom just used to say” He changes his voice in an attempt to sound like a girl, waving his arms around, “I’m not going to make you any food if you don’t wake up right now Scotty!”

“You know…” He snaps his fingers, an example popping into his mind, “Left over pizza.” Scott nodded, thinking about it for another second or two. “Homeless people love to eat rich peoples left over pizza.”

Nathan found the act believable for he had turned to look at Scott with surprise. “She was joking, I think…” He nodded, catching the smile and understanding what he was saying. “Uh…” was his response to Scott attempting to sound like a girl, but he was more focused on what he was saying. “That’s a good threat, did you jump out of bed after hearing it?”

He felt this conversation was jumping all over the place and had to stop himself from making a comment on it. Especially because it made more sense once Scott finished speaking. “Hmm… Alright, fine, I’ll allow that one until I think of an argument,” he nodded.

He nodded, going back to his normal voice, “Yeah, she would make those little pizza roll things and they were really tempting.” He rubbed his face a little, smiling and thinking about how good mini pizza rolls tasted. Scott lightly punched the other’s shoulder, “Good, that means that I win for now.”

Nathan knew exactly what he was talking about and so he laughed, knowing the temptation of pizza rolls would get anyone. “I’m sure they were,” he agreed with a nod. “Wonder if they have any of those in the kitchens? I doubt it, but now I want some. Think somebody will deliver here?” He was joking because that was unlikely. “Win the battle, not the war,” he pointed out with a nod.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 16:23:25 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

Nathan shrugged at him. “Never said we were, mate. Until we get to that point, we just lay low. Hopefully some idiot will draw the attention away from us.” He was doubtful of this, seeing as people didn’t normally forget suspects like them. “It sounds arrogant to think they’ll even care about us, you know?” He voiced to him with a frown, not entirely pleased with the subject matter.

The answer was apparently only obvious to Nathan. It was what lead to a laugh escaping him as he shook his head at him before finally answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “Didn’t want to run around trying to escape them like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”

“I see… I see… what were you REALLY stood there for?” Aaron raised his brow at Nathan, not really believing his answer and he wasn’t one to give up so easily on this, so he nudged him again. “Don’t avoid my question, it looked almost like you were waiting for something… or someone? And it certainly wasn’t me. I’d be flattered and creeped out at the same time.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Haven’t got anything for me to drown this whole thing out have you? Booze? I really need to smoke too but no…”

“I… what?” Nathan was left staring at him in disbelief. How his friend could have jumped to such a conclusion was beyond him, but he was suddenly wondering why it even mattered in the first place. “I wasn’t waiting to meet anyone, certainly not you. It’s a crime to stand around? Who says I wasn’t just planning how to get away from them?” He wasn’t, he had been merely standing around.

He shrugged, scratching at his jaw. “I do actually. Pinched some from one of the guards yesterday, it’s in my room. Booze - that is, I’ve got no more cigarettes since somebody stole ‘em.”

“No, no, not a crime. Sorry, still on the edge just ignore me.” Aaron waved his hand with a shrug. “You have booze and cigs? Nice… now we should get them and hide in the old run down toilets and just smoke and drink until all this blows over.” He patted him quite roughly on the back before flashing him a grin.

“I already was ignoring you a bit, but whatever.” Nathan rubbed his forehead and then when Aaron spoke again, he shook his head, muttering “idiot” under his breath too low for the other man to hear. “We can drink until it runs out, but I ain’t drinking in the toilets. What’s wrong with you? Anywhere in the asylum and you pick the toilets?” There was no need to mention he was the one voicing they wait for it to blow over for a while now.

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 14:00:59 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

Nathan shrugged at him. “Never said we were, mate. Until we get to that point, we just lay low. Hopefully some idiot will draw the attention away from us.” He was doubtful of this, seeing as people didn’t normally forget suspects like them. “It sounds arrogant to think they’ll even care about us, you know?” He voiced to him with a frown, not entirely pleased with the subject matter.

The answer was apparently only obvious to Nathan. It was what lead to a laugh escaping him as he shook his head at him before finally answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “Didn’t want to run around trying to escape them like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”

“I see… I see… what were you REALLY stood there for?” Aaron raised his brow at Nathan, not really believing his answer and he wasn’t one to give up so easily on this, so he nudged him again. “Don’t avoid my question, it looked almost like you were waiting for something… or someone? And it certainly wasn’t me. I’d be flattered and creeped out at the same time.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Haven’t got anything for me to drown this whole thing out have you? Booze? I really need to smoke too but no…”

“I… what?” Nathan was left staring at him in disbelief. How his friend could have jumped to such a conclusion was beyond him, but he was suddenly wondering why it even mattered in the first place. “I wasn’t waiting to meet anyone, certainly not you. It’s a crime to stand around? Who says I wasn’t just planning how to get away from them?” He wasn’t, he had been merely standing around.

He shrugged, scratching at his jaw. “I do actually. Pinched some from one of the guards yesterday, it’s in my room. Booze - that is, I’ve got no more cigarettes since somebody stole ‘em.”

Annoyance and Booze || Aaron

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 11:37:58 -0700

aaron-finch:

madmanwithacape:

“Wish your amnesia kicked in now, don’t ya?” Nathan asked him, looking over at him only to raise one of his brows. He shrugged at the question of sleeping pills, having gotten addicted to them at one point when he was about twenty-three and wasn’t likely to take them again. It wouldn’t even be allowed should that be in his record he assumed. “Unlike you, I don’t have amnesia so I remember everything.”

Nathan mirrored his moment, rubbing the back of his own neck for any marks. There was a bump, but nothing more than that he thought. “I think we just need to wait for it to blow over, lay low until then. Then again, neither of us are really blonde so I don’t see how it’d be much of a problem much longer.” He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to get tossed into solitary - or did he? In solitary, he would get some sleep if he got an okay room. It’d be maddening after a while, but it would be sleep. While they walked, he mused on this.

Aaron glanced at Nathans hair as if he was searching for some blonde in it, but no, like himself he was also a ginger. “But I doubt we’re going to get off lightly, Nathan. No, this is going to follow us around for a while. We did find him after all…” He muttered the last part and gave him a look. “We can’t exactly be all scott-free right? So it’s better to try and just co-operate for the time being.”

He nodded firmly and glanced over his shoulder to see if the guards had spotted him yet. “It’s good to be cautious still, you know? Just in case.” Aaron gave him a slight nudge. “What were you stood there for?”

Nathan shrugged at him. “Never said we were, mate. Until we get to that point, we just lay low. Hopefully some idiot will draw the attention away from us.” He was doubtful of this, seeing as people didn’t normally forget suspects like them. “It sounds arrogant to think they’ll even care about us, you know?” He voiced to him with a frown, not entirely pleased with the subject matter.

The answer was apparently only obvious to Nathan. It was what lead to a laugh escaping him as he shook his head at him before finally answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “Didn’t want to run around trying to escape them like a chicken with it’s head cut off.”