Just Run...

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[A boy in tattered fishnets, torn bloodied shirt, and black platform boots  was running. Running for his life. This time he knew he could make it. He could escape his life. His life of abuse, torture, neglect... Everything someone so young should never experience. He had to get away. He couldn't take it anymore.

It seemed no matter how fast he ran, his 'Pimp' was right on his tail. He watched every street corner, every alley, every motel, every car... No matter where Roxas ran, he was there to drag him back to the degrading life he grew to know.

Turning down an alley, he continued on, it seemed to grow darker and darker with every step. The sound of his pimp chasing him fading... Maybe he was falling behind... Maybe he could make it this time!

Once the sound of being followed had stopped, he realized he was surrounded in darkness... Then it soon faded into a dim lit hall...]

...W-Where am I?

[The terror was evident in his eyes... But regardless of where he was, he was safe from his pimp. But, how was he to know that where he ended up was better than where he was...?]

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[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

Hey, you okay?

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[The voice startled him. He pulled out a small switchblade. ]

G-Get away from me! I'm not going back!

[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

[switchblade what. D: backs up a bit, spreading her hands to show she's weaponless]

I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I was just asking, you don't have to go back to wherever you came from.

[...not that he can, but. yeah, the knife has her a little distracted]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't? He hoped not... Just never again... Please. ]

I-I'm sorry... [ he put his small blade away. ]

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

[ what a weird sight for Sora. he's only been there once or twice, but he's a working boy with standards; he does not settle. poor Roxas looks like he's had to settle though, and Sora can relate to him with a frown. ]

Hey. Roxas, right?

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[He jumps... This person must have been working with him ]

Get away from me! I ain't goin' back!

((ooc: yey typos <3!))

[his-littlest.livejournal.com]

Go back?

[ shakes his head and stuffs his hands into his over-sized jacket pockets. ]

I'm not taking you anywhere except maybe to a bathroom so you can shower and change. You can trust me.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[ Yea right... He's heard that bull-story before. ]

Y-Yeah right. I ain't fallin' for that. I'm not taking it from you or no one else anymore! [ He seemed to be prepared to fight like a wild cat if he had to. He wasn't going back. ]

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[stomps by, looking menacing.]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[Without a hitch in his step, out came his switchblade, eyes watering a bit. He was scared and confused... But he was not going back. ]

S-Step back! I'll cut you! Don't think i won't!

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[pauses in his step to stare at him with a certain blandness.]

A kid with a knife. How eerily familiar. But you don't pull it off. Too pathetic-looking.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas wasn't a fighter. He was a surviver... And being called pathetic was absolutely nothing new. ]

I ain't no kid...[ He's likely seen more fights, deaths, and rapes than this person... ]

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow at the sight, but that's all before he sips his hot chocolate, quiet for a few moments]

This is the dressing room, so that'd be where you are.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[ This didn't look like no dressing room... Where were the other people? And the costumes? ]

Is this some sort of new whore house? B-Because i want nothing to do with it!

[dominatingly.livejournal.com]

There's enough sex around here, but this isn't a brothel or anything.

[another sip. mm delicious hot cocoa]

Why would you worry about it being a place like that?

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

I don't care about sex... I'll do anyone i want. But i refuse to work with him...no, be under his control ever again...

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

My, my. Quite a lot of new arrivals today.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[That pipe didn't look good. He backed up hesitantly... ]

You better stay away from me...

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I'm not going to try and hurt you with this. It's for my own protection.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

... [This isn't something he's seen before. Nor a sight he ever thought he'd see, but there's a first time for everything. Especially in this place.]

... [He's really not sure what to say to that.] A-are you okay?

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[A look of utter relief ran across his face when he saw the other. He thought he had gotten himself lost. But now he knew he couldn't be... Not with Axel being here. ]

Axel baby~! [ He ran up to him and literally threw his body into him, clinging to him like a tiny whorish monkey.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

Woah, h-hey, kid, I think you've got the wrong guy! [asdkfja no clinging kthanks, he's prying Roxas off gently.]

You must be new.

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(hey, this guy's wearing a firefighter's jacket (http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/138/6/e/Fahrenheit_451_by_real_faker.jpg), so that should at least a little bit reassuring)

Hey, are you okay?

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[No actually, that was worse. A fireman was a form of authority. And for all the stuff he'd be involved in, he thought this guy was here to take him to jail. He simply took off in a mad dash...]

I ain't going to jail!

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(what D: running after him)

No, wait, I'm trying to help you!

(he's pretty sure he couldn't do that, even if he was outside of the dressing room)