Just Run...
[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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[ Sora's a pampered pet compared to Roxas. feeling guilty for his better situation, he slips his jacket off and holds it out. ]
Here, put this on.
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You don't need school for the shit i did... And i don't need no jacket. i'm fine.
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I'm the same as you, Roxas. I do the things you do.
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[ still holds the jacket between them in offering. ]
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Axel?! You know Axel? Where is he?!
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Axel's my pimp. He's not here though, so I do whatever I want.
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Oh well...i guess it's not the same Axel. [ He seemed a bit disappointed by that. ]