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]

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

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

[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!))

[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I'm guessing you're new here, huh?

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

[stomps by, looking menacing.]

[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]

[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!

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? [ What did she mean 'here' ]

[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. ]

[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

Uh, this place?

[gestures, motioning for him to look around.]

[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]

What is this place? Is this another club?

[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... ]

[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. It's... a crossroads.

[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]

A crossroad... Am i dead?

[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!

[takeyou-away.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head]

I don't think so?

[mergingly.livejournal.com]

And I really couldn't give a shit. A knife won't get you very far.

[oh if only he knew.]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

S-So what? You want to have a go? Well too bad. I don't come cheap...especially for a little punk like you. [He tried so hard to talk tough...it never was his forte. Not to mention, this guy kind of looked like him. That was creepy. ]

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

O-Oh... I don't understand... [He finally relaxed a bit, sitting down on the ground beneath him. His head was spinning. ]

[silentinterror.livejournal.com]

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