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@Atticus

Tue, 15 May 2012 09:40:14 -0400

elainebristoles:

fiery-inferno:

“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.

Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.

“Hey.” Atticus frowned when he was prodded in the back with the bottle. “Now who’s a bully?” He rubbed that spot then shook his head. “I’m keeping it and I’ll figure it out what I can do with it.” Besides frying something, he thought to himself with a slight roll of his eyes. “Calm down, you might pull something.”

Heading up the stairs, Atticus tried to go up quickly so the stairs wouldn’t creak so much under his weight.

“Oh shush. I’m just excited, that’s all,” Elaine retorted, moving up the stairs as stealthily as possible. They reached the landing in no time and stumbled out of the staff kitchen door. “Come on then, back to my room. We need to divide the loot,” she said, waving the bottle of cheaper oil at him before turning in the direction of her room and making a beeline for it.

“YOUR room?” He gave her his best bitch face but went along with it any way, what harm could it do?

It was harder to get back to the main part of the asylum with all the things they were holding, bottles, cans, packets all rattled, clanked and rustled with every step which put Atticus on the edge and had to pull her to hide a couple of times before they made it out into the open.

“Alright, which one is you room?”

“Of course my room. For one, it’s closer to here than where all you boys sleep,” Elaine rolled her eyes as she was randomly tugged to hide in the nooks and crannies of Bethlem in bids to get out of the sight of those pesky guards.

“It’s right here,” she said, shoving her way into her room, which was right at the edge of the female wing, closest to where they were coming from. “I told you it was close, did I not?”

@Atticus

Tue, 15 May 2012 09:16:04 -0400

fiery-inferno:

“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.

Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.

“Hey.” Atticus frowned when he was prodded in the back with the bottle. “Now who’s a bully?” He rubbed that spot then shook his head. “I’m keeping it and I’ll figure it out what I can do with it.” Besides frying something, he thought to himself with a slight roll of his eyes. “Calm down, you might pull something.”

Heading up the stairs, Atticus tried to go up quickly so the stairs wouldn’t creak so much under his weight.

“Oh shush. I’m just excited, that’s all,” Elaine retorted, moving up the stairs as stealthily as possible. They reached the landing in no time and stumbled out of the staff kitchen door. “Come on then, back to my room. We need to divide the loot,” she said, waving the bottle of cheaper oil at him before turning in the direction of her room and making a beeline for it.

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Tue, 15 May 2012 09:09:24 -0400

madmanwithacape:

elainebristoles:

madmanwithacape:

The cemetery was cold at this time, but Nathan just tugged the jacket around him more closely. Blowing out a breath, he leaned back against the tree and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth. He should have just left if he was that cold, but he didn’t really want to be inside right now. It was far too crowded and the whole situation with the black out had caused was only making things more chaotic than normal.

He dropped his chin onto his chest awkwardly, shaking his head so that the zipper would scratch the itch on his chin. He didn’t want to move his hands to scratch it, so that was really the only other option. Now that it was settled, he shifted and let his head drop back against the tree, his eyes slipping closed.

It wasn’t that he had fallen asleep, more like he had daydreamed about nothing for a moment there. He snapped awake again when he heard footsteps, climbing to his feet and stretching.

Elaine had spent the morning near the lake, still trying to call the water to her again. She thought it worked a few times, but then her brain was also telling her that it was just the small waves in the lake and nothing more. After about an hour of her fruitless efforts, she decided to head back to Bethlem, tired of yet another morning of failed attempts.

She decided to take the long route back today and headed through some parts of the forest and towards the cemetery, making sure to just walk on the edge of it. The idea of walking amongst dead people did not appeal to her and it was not a place she often visited even in her life outside.

A movement inside the cemetery shocked her and she jumped slightly, her head whipping to the side to make sure it was not some sort of wild animal and she visibly calmed down when she realized that it was just one of the residents.

“Hello,” she called out, staying where she was on the other side of the cemetery fence.

Nathan looked up at the voice and lifted his hand in greeting, stepping closer so he wouldn’t have to shout. It was too early for that in his opinion. “Hey,” he nodded, stopping where he walking now. The jump when she had heard him walking had been noticed, although she had calmed down when she noticed it was a person and not an animal or something, he didn’t know for sure whether she would panic or not. A few people seemed to do that here.

“Out for a walk?” He asked after a pause, not being able to think of anything else to say and still waking up a bit. Waking up usually took him a few moments unless it shocked induced. He looked at her expectantly for an answer.

“Is it still morning time?” He added, frowning now as he didn’t know how long he had been sitting. “Or did I sleep through till the afternoon?” Now he tilted his head back to look for the sun, spotting it easily in relatively the same spot as before.

“It’s just reaching noon,” Elaine replied, looking up at the sun in the sky. “Do you sleep in the cemetery often? Strange place you’ve chosen, I have to say,” she added with a shrug, looking down at her extremely soaked track pants and wondering what he thought seeing a random woman like this. It must’ve been a strange sight.

“I was just at the lake enjoying nature,” she lifted up a leg to bring attention to her pants. Might as well get it overwith, she thought.

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Thu, 10 May 2012 12:24:04 -0400

madmanwithacape:

The cemetery was cold at this time, but Nathan just tugged the jacket around him more closely. Blowing out a breath, he leaned back against the tree and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth. He should have just left if he was that cold, but he didn’t really want to be inside right now. It was far too crowded and the whole situation with the black out had caused was only making things more chaotic than normal.

He dropped his chin onto his chest awkwardly, shaking his head so that the zipper would scratch the itch on his chin. He didn’t want to move his hands to scratch it, so that was really the only other option. Now that it was settled, he shifted and let his head drop back against the tree, his eyes slipping closed.

It wasn’t that he had fallen asleep, more like he had daydreamed about nothing for a moment there. He snapped awake again when he heard footsteps, climbing to his feet and stretching.

Elaine had spent the morning near the lake, still trying to call the water to her again. She thought it worked a few times, but then her brain was also telling her that it was just the small waves in the lake and nothing more. After about an hour of her fruitless efforts, she decided to head back to Bethlem, tired of yet another morning of failed attempts.

She decided to take the long route back today and headed through some parts of the forest and towards the cemetery, making sure to just walk on the edge of it. The idea of walking amongst dead people did not appeal to her and it was not a place she often visited even in her life outside.

A movement inside the cemetery shocked her and she jumped slightly, her head whipping to the side to make sure it was not some sort of wild animal and she visibly calmed down when she realized that it was just one of the residents.

“Hello,” she called out, staying where she was on the other side of the cemetery fence.

@Atticus

Thu, 10 May 2012 12:09:40 -0400

fiery-inferno:

elainebristoles:

fiery-inferno:

“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.

“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.

Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.

As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.

She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.

A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.

“Some help, please!”

Atticus hung around outside the door, watching for the guards just in case one popped up for lunch, he checked his watch then peered around the door when he heard her yelling. “What? what is it-oh.” He quickly went over and took half of the food from her.

“Wait…What the fuck is this?” He held up the cooking oil then looked at her. “Not cooking oil prop-oh never mind.” With a shake of his head, he started heading out of the door but froze on the spot when he heard the stairs creaking. “Hide. Elaine, hide.”

“What?” Elaine looked at him quizzically, not knowing why he was so annoyed at getting the oil he wanted. She was definitely not giving him the expensive stuff now that he seemed to be so ungrateful. “There’s hardly anywhere to hide!” she squeaked and quickly ducked into a little closet on the side of the staircase, pulling Atticus into it as well.

“I meant proper oil, not cooking oil.” He repeated then ducked into closet with her, listening to the guard that came in, probably looking for food. That guard left a few minutes later but Atticus put his hand up to stop her and peeped out himself to check around. “Okay, it’s fine.” He stepped out and headed for the door quickly as he could.

Elaine followed after him swiftly, looking down at the oil in her hands. “You could’ve specified. This is my first kitchen raid, I only assumed,” she said, prodding him in the back with the head of one of the bottles. “If you don’t want it, I’m keeping it. I’m sure it can still work with starting fires or whatever it is you do with whatever oil you wanted me to get initially,” she added, the thrill of doing something she was not supposed to do was actually getting her excited.

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Thu, 10 May 2012 09:35:00 -0400

@Harry

Tue, 01 May 2012 13:15:34 -0400

leave-me-to-my-nightmares:

elainebristoles:

“I’m hardly tired anymore,” Elaine replied with a shrug, turning and walking after him. He took big strides for someone who was not all that tall, and it took her a few moments to catch up to him.

“Care for some company? I haven’t actually walked around this place at night. It’s even creepier at night, don’t you think?” she added, in an attempt to get his mind off whatever dream it was he had. She vaguely started wondering why she was following him away from their rooms in the middle of the night when a guard could so easily catch him. That, and the fact that she was willingly losing out on her aforementioned beauty sleep. “I’m Elaine, by the way. And you are?”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, walking a few paces before he noticed that she was following. He slowed his stroll to match hers, ever the gentlemen.

“I can’t promise to be the best.” He said with a small smirk. “I have a tendency of dozing off if I get too comfortable.” He looked around the hall and shrugged. “It’s just a place.” He told her honestly. He had never seen the sense in fearing anything that couldn’t harm you, like the dark. He stopped walking and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I’m really sorry, that was rude of me. I’m Harry. It’s a pleasure to meet you Elaine.” He gave her hand another small squeeze before letting go and continuing on his way.

“What’s it take to get a cup of coffee around here?” He asked with a smile as they turned a corner and entered the small kitchen. He went about setting up the coffee pot and rummaging through the cupboards for the grounds.

“Would you like a cup?” He asked, turning back to her.

“That would be very nice, thank you,” Elaine replied, giving him a smile. Her body was going to hate her for drinking coffee at such a late hour, but at that moment, she did not really care.

“I hope you’re much better at brewing it than the people who are actually in charge of the task,” she added, moving around the kitchen to pull a couple of mugs from the cupboards. She set them down next to the coffee pot Harry had dug out and leaned against the table to watch him work. “I take it you come here often at night?” she asked, watching him as he seemed to be able to pick his way around the kitchen easily.

@Atticus

Tue, 01 May 2012 13:10:52 -0400

fiery-inferno:

“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.

“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.

Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.

As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.

She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.

A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.

“Some help, please!”

Atticus hung around outside the door, watching for the guards just in case one popped up for lunch, he checked his watch then peered around the door when he heard her yelling. “What? what is it-oh.” He quickly went over and took half of the food from her.

“Wait…What the fuck is this?” He held up the cooking oil then looked at her. “Not cooking oil prop-oh never mind.” With a shake of his head, he started heading out of the door but froze on the spot when he heard the stairs creaking. “Hide. Elaine, hide.”

“What?” Elaine looked at him quizzically, not knowing why he was so annoyed at getting the oil he wanted. She was definitely not giving him the expensive stuff now that he seemed to be so ungrateful. “There’s hardly anywhere to hide!” she squeaked and quickly ducked into a little closet on the side of the staircase, pulling Atticus into it as well.

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Sun, 29 Apr 2012 11:11:01 -0400

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@Atticus

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 11:02:29 -0400

fiery-inferno:

“Now I’m curious..who or what have I disappointed?” Atticus caught her arm and turned her around before she could go down the steps. “Answer the question before we go anywhere else.” He slowly let her go and made his way down the creaky set of stairs which made him flinch every time one creaked under his weight.

“You want me to answer the question, yet you start walking away? You’re a strange one,” Elaine replied, following him down the steps, taking the stairs slowly and trying not to make any sound. That, of course, did not work. “And I was only joking. Even though the few times I’d hoped you wouldn’t apply this ‘tough love’ thing you’re so fond of to me have only been met with disappointment.”

“You don’t want me to apply the tough love thing? Tough shit because you have to learn SOME way.” Atticus shrugged a bit. “And soon you will realise that this place isn’t some health spa that caters to all your needs.” He stopped then looked up the stairs and over to the other side of the hall.

“Right, beyond those doors is the kitchens, you go, I stand guard…and Elaine, I’d like some oil and some stuff for sandwiches. There’s a girl.” He swiftly smacked her on the bum.

Elaine turned huffily and kicked him in the thigh for that smack. “That’ll teach you to do that again,” she said with a glare before turning back towards the staff’s dining hall and sidling through the door, not even wanting to look at the expression on Atticus’ face now. That man seriously needed to learn some manners.

As it turned out, there was no one in the dining hall. It was not time for the guard’s scheduled lunches yet, which made things easy for Elaine. She picked her way through the tables and towards the refrigerator standing against the far wall. There were not very many things in it, but she grabbed a bag of fresh apples, a small wrapped wrapped packet of ham and a jar of peanut butter, things that were unheard of for the residents of Bethlem.

She looked around the place again and started searching the cupboards. Atticus wanted oil, and she was going to have to find it. After opening the first cupboard door, she managed to find a small glass bottle of olive oil stashed away in one of them. Her eyebrows raised at the label it carried. It was one of the more expensive brands, and she was thinking that she might keep it for herself instead.

A few more moments of searching yielded her with a another bottle of oil, she’d give this one to Atticus, a number of cereal bars and a nice loaf of bread. That was about all she could manage to carry before she headed back towards the door and edged it open with her shoulder, the bag of apples almost falling out of her arms in the process.

“Some help, please!”

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Sat, 28 Apr 2012 14:03:50 -0400

@Harry

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 13:59:14 -0400

leave-me-to-my-nightmares:

elainebristoles:

Elaine had been about ready to tear into the man for making so much noise at night and, in turn, disturbing her beauty sleep, but seeing the state he was in made the words she was about to expel die on her lips. He looked utterly wrecked and scared and like he had been running at full speed away from angry mobs or monsters or whatever it was he was dreaming of.

“It’s not like I was asleep anyway. Are you alright?” she asked, shooting him a concerned look, which melted the annoyed expression she was wearing when he had first opened the door. “Bad dreams, I take it?”

“I’m fine.” He said with a nod and swallowed past the lump in his throat. In truth, he was not fine. He was far from fine. He felt as if he would never be fine again and he knew that that was probably true. Though he did get some sleep he felt as if he would be better off with none at all half the time. He was so exhausted he had found himself hoping he wouldn’t wake up, death, after all, was supposed to be a great sleep.

“Yeah.” He said giving a chuckle that held a hint of hysteria in it. “Yeah, you could say that.” He looked longingly back at the bed but pulled the door open farther and slid out, past the woman.

“You should try to get some rest, at least while I’m awake.” He said shooting her a smile as he headed towards the kitchens. The nurses and guards were slightly more lenient with him when he did this, after all, no one enjoyed hearing him scream.

“I’m hardly tired anymore,” Elaine replied with a shrug, turning and walking after him. He took big strides for someone who was not all that tall, and it took her a few moments to catch up to him.

“Care for some company? I haven’t actually walked around this place at night. It’s even creepier at night, don’t you think?” she added, in an attempt to get his mind off whatever dream it was he had. She vaguely started wondering why she was following him away from their rooms in the middle of the night when a guard could so easily catch him. That, and the fact that she was willingly losing out on her aforementioned beauty sleep. “I’m Elaine, by the way. And you are?”

@Harry

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 13:14:09 -0400

leave-me-to-my-nightmares:

It was happening again. He was back at the house in Arizona, standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up. Up the way the blood led. He knew he shouldn’t follow it, all he wanted was to turn and wrench the door open and run as fast as he could from what was waiting for him up the stairs and around the corner. But like every night he walked up the blood soaked stairs, feeling it squish around his feet until he was at the landing. And then he was turning, turning into the kids room. And there was Charlie and Wes, looking like they were still asleep in their beds though the red that blossomed over the sheets told a different tale. And then he was screaming, wailing, a horrible sound of loss as he crumpled forward, crawling in between the beds and clutching at the sheets, soaking his hands in red as well…Then there was a knock and he looked back.

“Molly-oh no. Molly.” He sobbed, looking at his beautiful, butchered wife.

“It’s okay, Harry.” She said and knocked again, this time louder.

“Molly-“

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Harry fell from his bed, the last scream still dying on his lips. He scurried back into the corner of his room and placed his head between his legs, trying to scrub the images the most recent nightmare had burned to the back of his eyelids.

Knock. Knock.

Harry jumped and then shook his head. It was probably just a nurse or guard checking on him. He looked down at his sweat soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, using it to wipe the tears from his face before he answered his door.

“Hey, sorry.” He breathed before catching sight of the young woman. “I’m sorry-” He said recognizing her as a patient. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said awkwardly.

Elaine had been about ready to tear into the man for making so much noise at night and, in turn, disturbing her beauty sleep, but seeing the state he was in made the words she was about to expel die on her lips. He looked utterly wrecked and scared and like he had been running at full speed away from angry mobs or monsters or whatever it was he was dreaming of.

“It’s not like I was asleep anyway. Are you alright?” she asked, shooting him a concerned look, which melted the annoyed expression she was wearing when he had first opened the door. “Bad dreams, I take it?”

@Atticus

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 13:07:12 -0400

fiery-inferno:

elainebristoles:

fiery-inferno:

“You mean a blind spot?” Atticus followed her then looked up at the camera which had duct tape around it to hold it in place after it had been broken off after Ben and Beckys little exploration down here. “Well I doubt it even works properly, usually you will have a little red light on.” Atticus squinted up at it to see if he could spot the light but didn’t find anything. “Yup, it’s busted.”

“That makes things easier, doesn’t it? We wouldn’t need to worry that they’re watching us,” Elaine gave him a mischievous grin and proceeded past the camera and towards the door. She pushed it open gently, peeking inside to make sure there was no one there before pushing it open even further. “Now that you’ve talked this place up, I hope it won’t disappoint,” she joked, turning back to look at Atticus.

“When have I EVER disappointed?” He smirked at her then just followed her through the doors, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no guards were coming past. “Okay, we’re clear for now.” Atticus went ahead down the hall but he listened out sharply for any guards or even any staff.

“You’d be surprised, Atticus…” Elaine answered his question with an arched eyebrow as she started down the stairs. It was probably rhetorical, but she wanted to seize any opening she could get. Most of the guards were up in the dining hall watching the other residents having their meal, so there was not a person in sight as they descended the stairs.

“Now I’m curious..who or what have I disappointed?” Atticus caught her arm and turned her around before she could go down the steps. “Answer the question before we go anywhere else.” He slowly let her go and made his way down the creaky set of stairs which made him flinch every time one creaked under his weight.

“You want me to answer the question, yet you start walking away? You’re a strange one,” Elaine replied, following him down the steps, taking the stairs slowly and trying not to make any sound. That, of course, did not work. “And I was only joking. Even though the few times I’d hoped you wouldn’t apply this ‘tough love’ thing you’re so fond of to me have only been met with disappointment.”

@Harry

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:48:00 -0400

Elaine sat up in her bed for the fifth time that night. This was getting out of hand. It was unfortunate enough that her room was so close to where the male’s rooms were, but coupled with the fact that she seemed to be situated right next to one of the screaming ones just took the cake. She had tried her best to sleep through it for a number of nights already, hoping that it would stop, but who was she kidding?

Throwing off the covers, she got up from the bed and stalked towards the door. She was going to have to do something about it herself, seeing as no one else in this damned place seemed to care that one of their residents was screaming his head off in the middle of the night.

“They’re probably just used to it,” she mumbled to herself under her breath as she opened her door and peaked out, heading towards the source of the screams when she made sure that there were no guards in the hallways to force her back into her room.

She found her way to the door rather quickly and rapped on the door as loudly as she allowed herself at this time of the night.

@Atticus

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 12:18:31 -0400

fiery-inferno:

“You mean a blind spot?” Atticus followed her then looked up at the camera which had duct tape around it to hold it in place after it had been broken off after Ben and Beckys little exploration down here. “Well I doubt it even works properly, usually you will have a little red light on.” Atticus squinted up at it to see if he could spot the light but didn’t find anything. “Yup, it’s busted.”

“That makes things easier, doesn’t it? We wouldn’t need to worry that they’re watching us,” Elaine gave him a mischievous grin and proceeded past the camera and towards the door. She pushed it open gently, peeking inside to make sure there was no one there before pushing it open even further. “Now that you’ve talked this place up, I hope it won’t disappoint,” she joked, turning back to look at Atticus.

“When have I EVER disappointed?” He smirked at her then just followed her through the doors, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no guards were coming past. “Okay, we’re clear for now.” Atticus went ahead down the hall but he listened out sharply for any guards or even any staff.

“You’d be surprised, Atticus…” Elaine answered his question with an arched eyebrow as she started down the stairs. It was probably rhetorical, but she wanted to seize any opening she could get. Most of the guards were up in the dining hall watching the other residents having their meal, so there was not a person in sight as they descended the stairs.

@Atticus

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 11:33:12 -0400

fiery-inferno:

elainebristoles:

fiery-inferno:

“Never been down there? In your six years of being here?” Elaine asked, eyebrows raising. “Maybe we should go and take a look. Might make things more exciting. From the looks of it, things don’t get any more invigorating than all the daily things they put us through.” She shook her head at her suggestion. “No… I don’t need them to get mad at me when I’m trying to get them to help me.”

Atticus glanced over and shrugged. “Well, why not? It could be fun and like I said, I’ve never been down there.” He swung his hands by his sides before tapping his thighs. “Yeah….alright, good idea, that was a bad idea to go down there.”

“I never took you for the type to play by the rules,” Elaine raised an eyebrow. “You know what? Let’s sneak down there. We probably do need some excitement in our lives,” she said, deciding to make an impulsive decision right then and there. “How do we get down there then?”

“What?” Atticus chuckled a bit then shrugged. “Yeah, alright, I can do that.” He couldn’t afford more hours in solitary confinement but what the hell, he could suffer a few days in that shit hole. “There’s a couple of double doors but they have a camera…or did have a camera pointing in that direction.”

“Did someone remove it? A camera might prove to make things difficult…” Elaine looked up at him, giving him a doubtful look. “Maybe there’s an angle it can’t see and we can try to find it and exploit it.” She started towards the double doors, checking the surroundings and easily spying the camera. Her many stints at high society events told her all about where such cameras would be placed. The rich people could not risk their assets being stolen after all. “Oh. It’s not that bad. We can probably get past that very quickly.”

“You mean a blind spot?” Atticus followed her then looked up at the camera which had duct tape around it to hold it in place after it had been broken off after Ben and Beckys little exploration down here. “Well I doubt it even works properly, usually you will have a little red light on.” Atticus squinted up at it to see if he could spot the light but didn’t find anything. “Yup, it’s busted.”

“That makes things easier, doesn’t it? We wouldn’t need to worry that they’re watching us,” Elaine gave him a mischievous grin and proceeded past the camera and towards the door. She pushed it open gently, peeking inside to make sure there was no one there before pushing it open even further. “Now that you’ve talk this place up, I hope it won’t disappoint,” she joked, turning back to look at Atticus.

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“Never been down there? In your six years of being here?” Elaine asked, eyebrows raising. “Maybe we should go and take a look. Might make things more exciting. From the looks of it, things don’t get any more invigorating than all the daily things they put us through.” She shook her head at her suggestion. “No… I don’t need them to get mad at me when I’m trying to get them to help me.”

Atticus glanced over and shrugged. “Well, why not? It could be fun and like I said, I’ve never been down there.” He swung his hands by his sides before tapping his thighs. “Yeah….alright, good idea, that was a bad idea to go down there.”

“I never took you for the type to play by the rules,” Elaine raised an eyebrow. “You know what? Let’s sneak down there. We probably do need some excitement in our lives,” she said, deciding to make an impulsive decision right then and there. “How do we get down there then?”

“What?” Atticus chuckled a bit then shrugged. “Yeah, alright, I can do that.” He couldn’t afford more hours in solitary confinement but what the hell, he could suffer a few days in that shit hole. “There’s a couple of double doors but they have a camera…or did have a camera pointing in that direction.”

“Did someone remove it? A camera might prove to make things difficult…” Elaine looked up at him, giving him a doubtful look. “Maybe there’s an angle it can’t see and we can try to find it and exploit it.” She started towards the double doors, checking the surroundings and easily spying the camera. Her many stints at high society events told her all about where such cameras would be placed. The rich people could not risk their assets being stolen after all. “Oh. It’s not that bad. We can probably get past that very quickly.”

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