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Post by tux on Aug 15, 2011 23:44:29 GMT -5
Thistle yawned. It was too early. Lunch. He blinked. Thistle didn't want to be moving, let alone eat. He got a salad, like always. This place needed more veggie-friendly meals. Thistle grumbled about this lack of tofu and soy products. He sighed and took a seat. He felt too covered, shorts that hit his knees, a non-see thorugh shirt and shoes...with socks! Thistle hates socks and shoes. They are statan...in cotton form, or well..boxers are Statan also. He sighed. Maybe he could take off his shoes. Then his socks. Being barefoot is the first step to nakkid. He slipped off his shoes. He grinned.
Thistle took a bite of his salad. He breathed out. He was bored. He's not allowed 'alone-time' or sexy-time. He had nothing to do. Thistle groaned into his hands, as he rubbed his face. He hated all of this. He needed to sow his wild oats! Not being cooped up in here..not sowing anything. He raked his hands over his head. He was bored. Even eating was boring. Thistle tapped his fingers. He needed it. Now. He forgot everything he'd been told to do when this came about. He looked around. There must be someone here. SOmeone to hit on, someone to touch. Anyone. He just needed someone. He needed to hold hands, to kiss, to..be alone with. He needed this. Like yesterday. Thistle couldn't sit still. He twitched and picked at his food. He looked at people, trying to pick, just one to see if he could have a chance. maybe.
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Post by justice on Aug 16, 2011 10:25:05 GMT -5
Justice didn't give a rat's ass about the food here. More often than not, it was stale, and even when it was fresh it just tasted bad in general. He would rather starve to death than eat it, but if he tried that the nurses would just put him on some sort of feeding tube, and he didn't want that. Sighing, he picked up a salad from the food bar. It was the only decent thing here, all the meat was only half-cooked. At least they had good taste in dressing, so the salad didn't taste fully like the limp green stuff that it secretly was. He looked around for a nice, secluded, preferably empty table to sit at, but couldn't find any. That, he supposed, was the down side of getting here late. The emptiest table had one person at it; some kid that was also eating a salad. Rolling his eyes to himself, he walked over to the table and sat across from the guy, praying that he would just keep silent while Justice ate.
He was watching the guy, trying to figure out how old he was. Fuck, he looked like a kid, but he was at least four inches taller than Justice. What was with all these tall guys? Most of them were younger than him, too. It was starting to get disturbing. Did they take steroids, or something? He narrowed his eyes slightly, returning to his food. The only thing he liked about the guy was his hand, which looked like it had a cigarette burn on it, or something. Justice hoped it was self-inflicted, not an accident or anything. If it was, the guy might earn some respect. Not that anyone seemed to want Justice's respect around here. |
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Post by tux on Aug 16, 2011 10:52:52 GMT -5
The boy was absored in looking around that he barely noticed the small boy sit down across from him. He blinked and looked at him. "Hello" He said, looking him over, there was no shy eying, but straight on checking out. He nodded, deciding this man was cute, worthy of his time. He liked this. The man just sat down. He had his person, now time to get close, enough to touch, to hold, to kiss, to snuggle, to sex up. He had a crooked smile as he thought. He wondered what he looked like all hot and bothered, without that nose-thingy, his face flushed. Thistle bit his lip as he thought.
He smiled at the man, ate more slowly, paying more attention to how the man moved. "I'm Thistle. Who might you be?" he asked, he grinned at him, almost like a kid in a candy store who was talking to his favorite candy. He licked his lower lip. He smirked. This was his chance! He was going to get with this. Yessir. He looked around, guards were busy, doctors dealing with eating disorder kids. Who would notice to mostly normal kids. He rubbed his mouth. He looked at the boy, again. "I love your..."He looked over the boy, stopping at his lips "Mouth" He finished, smiling. He looked at his food, ranch. He giggled and licked a tiny white drop off his hand. He looked at the boy, with a cocked eyebrow. Only someone super innocent would not catch that profane look Thistle had.
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Post by justice on Aug 16, 2011 12:15:43 GMT -5
Justice didn't like how the other guy was checking him out. It was uncomfortable, and Justice most definitely wasn't gay. He wasn't interested in guys. Nor was he interested in girls, for that matter. He could be described as asexual, in an odd way. He leaned back in his chair slightly, a piece of salad hanging from his mouth as he watched the boy warily, with narrowed eyes. Justice never blushed, except... sometimes, when he was around Tara. But that was a twisted version of sibling love, right? He didn't like her that way, and he didn't like this guy at all. He didn't like guys in general, especially in Lucid Manor. Listing the guys he had met so far; his idiot doctor, a masochist, and some guy that had attacked Justice in the showers. Guys weren't looking too good in Justice's books at the moment. He blinked, noticing the piece of salad that was still hanging from his mouth, and ate it. He had been too lost in thought to notice it before that, so it had been hanging there for a few minutes, basically making him look stupid. He sighed, contemplating just getting up and leaving. This guy was making him seriously uncomfortable, and why was he taller than Justice? He still had the face of a kid, too. If he had been a girl, Justice would have found him slightly attractive. He eyes wandered to the scar on the guy's hand again, still eating his salad.
"Erm. I'm Justice," he said, blinking out of his hypnotic state. He had been wondering how the guy had got the burn scar, but didn't want to ask. His own scars were obviously visible, scattered across his arms like rose-gray cheetah tattoos. His short sleeves didn't hide them, and Justice didn't mind. They were like battle scars, or something. From a battle that had gotten thrown in here. The thought made him snicker slightly. Justice against the world, that was it. He winced slightly when the guy said he loved Justice's... erm... mouth. That was awkward. It would be common manners to say thanks, but Justice didn't have manners, and... he was kind of creeped out. Which didn't really put the guy in his favor. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible, but until he was done with his salad he would just sit here and watch him. Justice hoped he wouldn't say anything else, but it was a vain hope, and unlikely to happen. "How'd you get the scar?" he asked flatly, gesturing to Thistle's hand. Eh, it was already getting weird, and the kid was sure to talk more anyway. So he might as well be answering Justice's questions. |
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Post by tux on Aug 16, 2011 19:28:56 GMT -5
Thistle tapped his lip. Justice? He thought What a nice name. Better then Thistle He thought, with a small nodd to himself. He got distracted by thought and sat there with a fork in his mouth. He blinked when he saw Justice move. He blinked. He smiled. "Don't worry, you look fab in everything you eat" He teased softly. He breathed in. and covered hismouth for a small burp "Excuse me" He said, manners. He remembered having to learn those when Rayven choose to leave Bob. Before that he'd just run around doin' whatever.
He looked at the boy infront of him, his arms were laced with scars, they look like burn marks. Kinky. He smirked. He looked slowly up at Justice when he was asked about my scar. He looked at his hand and shrugged.
"I was about five" He started, thinking back "My dad was higher then a kite, my mom was off with some guy. He told me to hold his joint while he took a leak." He rubbed the scar as he spoke, the memory coming back, he normally doesn't think about his scars. He had a few on his arms, a few on his hips. "And, the paper burning had this faint little orange ring around it, ya know. Cause it's on fire. And, it looked like a flower, I was always told that rubbing pollen on my hands would keep away the hate, and it looked like pollen.. So I tried to rub it on my hands like ways, and " He looked at the scar and showed Justice "Here it is today"[/b[ He finished his little story with a laugh. He went back to his food. He didn't normally talk about his life, how he was raised as a flower child or how he missed it. He looked at Justice "Tell me, pretty, about your favorite burn"He said, not bothering in asking. He looked the man over. He was so small, so thin.Thistle just wanted to hug him. . .nakkid, but hug none the less!
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Post by justice on Aug 16, 2011 19:57:16 GMT -5
Okay. Um. Creepy. Justice chose to ignore the comment about how he looked good in the things he ate, because honestly, he didn't. He just watched the guy with a stony expression, already finished with his salad. The food here really was horrible. The lettuce had been all limp, and the dressing was kind of old. The brochures had said that Lucid manor was high quality; they had lied. That much was obvious. The oddest thing was that he was kind of scared of the guy and his strange remarks. He hadn't been scared when he was being beaten up by a guy in a bath towel, for fuck's sake, but he was scared of this guy. That... was just plain weird. Justice couldn't find any explanation for it, and that scared him even more than the guy did. But even though he was scared to death, his face still didn't show much emotion, other than the occasional worried look in his eyes. But even those only lasted for a millisecond or two.
But his apathetic stare had turned into an icy glare by the time Thistle was done with his story. It made him sound like a complete idiot, rubbing a flame on his hand. Well, if it had been on purpose, maybe Justice would have liked the story better. But for all he knew, it was just that. A story. Maybe he was a compulsive liar or something. There were some of those scattered around in here, weren't there? But that still didn't give him any respect for the guy. If it was a true story, the kid had been raised an idiot. If it was all a lie in an attempt to impress Justice, Thistle was currently an idiot. Justice sighed, poking the plastic plate with his fork. Honestly, he thought that plastic was more dangerous than metal or whatever normal plates were made out of. Plastic could be snapped in half and made deadly sharp. Why didn't the asylum just give them all plates made out of that white stuff? He didn't know the name for it, but his old school had given them trays made out of it, and no one had ever gotten hurt. But, of course, this was an insane asylum. The other patients were bound to think of some way to make the little white trays dangerous. Hell, even Justice could come up with some ways. Like using it to fuel a torch, the old fashioned way.
He barely contained a snarl when Thistle called him "pretty", though his eyes narrowed significantly and a little choking sound crossed his lips. That was a compliment that you gave girls. Justice wasn't a girl, and he swore that he would personally burn the brain of whoever thought he was. And anyway, if the guy wanted to know something, he should ask a more specific question. Justice wasn't sure if he meant type of burn or one of his scars, so he just wouldn't answer. He could ask, though. There was nothing to lose with this guy, it obviously couldn't get any worse. "What do you mean?" His voice was completely devoid of emotion, and so was his face as he watched the guy, waiting for him to respond. |
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Post by tux on Aug 16, 2011 20:28:11 GMT -5
Thistle yawned. God it's early. This Justice kid was boring. He blinked and looked at the boy, again, maybe he was shy. Alot of pretty boys are..shy? Yea, alot. Thistle finished his salad and lifted his plate and looked under it. Of courfse, not recyclable. This place wanted the Earth to die from land fills. He pouted and put the plate back down. They should use recyclable plates or something. There is no reason to waste oil on Styrofoam plates or plastic bags. Thistle shook his head. It was so dumb.
He looked up at Justice. "I just meant that I found you sexually attractive, but didn't want to be gross and say 'Hi, I think your hot as fuck'." Thistle shrugged as he spoke. It was true. He didn't understand what was Justice was so mad about. Thistle was just stating that he was a pretty person, cute, hot,whatever. There was no reason to get so upset. Thistle nibbled on his lip as he watched the man. He wondered how old he was, he looked about twenty. Maybe twenty-two. He tapped his nose as he thought, watching the man for a show of emotion or maybe age. Thistle would settle for any indication of the man's age. He stared at him, he licked his lip. God. This man was so close but so far. He needed to touch something, it was against the rules to touch himself. He cursed his doctor blue in his mind. Stupid prude. He tapped his fingers as he waited... and waited. He took a breath, reminding himself it will be okay. He could hardly believe himself.
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Post by justice on Aug 16, 2011 21:14:11 GMT -5
Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew. That was the second grossest thing that had happened to him so far, maybe the first. It kinda of tied with some random guy spitting in his ear. Thistle shouldn't have said that, it was so gross. Justice felt like dying; he wasn't gay! And unless some exceedingly awesome guy that wasn't a prostitute came around, that would never change. So... ew. Thistle found him sexually attractive, and that was gross. In Justice's opinion, it would also have been gross if a girl had said it. He felt like gagging, but he forced some choked word instead. "I meant... what did you mean by 'favorite burn'..?" he said, just a few steps away from having to gasp for breath. Okay, so, what was said earlier had changed. Justice was blushing an intense red around someone other than Tara, he was just that embarrassed. Shit, the guy has misunderstood him horribly, and now he was blushing. That was horrible, this was horrible. Thistle was horrible. Justice hoped that Thistle would just forget about the comment he had just made, and answer Justice's question instead. It would sure help Justice calm down, seeing as he had now progressed to slightly hysterical laughing. Justice hadn't laughed in a long time, and this came as a surprise to the small part of his brain that wasn't going even more insane than he already was. Oh, he was sure his doctor would have a field day with this. He could just imagine him now, asking Justice if he was sure that he wasn't gay.
The laughter was fading now, and Justice was wiping tears from the edges of his eyes. His face was still a bright red, though. Gosh, well... That had been a horrible misunderstanding. His mind would be scarred with that for the rest of his life, probably. Maybe he could just force himself to forget it over the years, like he had with so many things...
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