((Continued from Lunch Broken))
It was cold. Everywhere, everything... was cold.
Jason had left school after his last period, and taken solice in the one place he could count on - The Hockey Rink. Jason came here to watch the games, or at times, just to sit on the typically dirty bleachers and enjoy the silence. Many years ago, he never came alone. Every Friday, him and his best friend Zach would come here, hang out, watch whatever game happened to be on. They'd debate which side was better, or even not talk about the game at all. Sometimes they'd talk about the latest shenanigans Jason had pulled off at school, including the infamous 'Gay Porn' prank, something nobody still knew he did, except for him and Zach. Some years back, Jason and Zach had gotten their hands on a few Gay magazines, and using Jason's talent of sneaking things into someone's locker, put a few, very visible copies in some of the lockers of a few of the more popular people that had been bothering them recently.
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Zach yawned. The arena was quiet today, and it was just Jason and Zach sitting on the bleachers. "Hey, do you trust that new sub at the school? I can barely understand the guy's accent, he's like, Swedish, or something..." Zach replied, through another yawn that was shortly passed onto Jason. "I... Augghh... don't know. I never really liked subsitutes all that much, they all end up weird. Remember Mr. Penny, how he got all riled up about OJ?" Jason exhaled, and fought off a yawn before continuing. "Damn, these things just keep going... Anyways, he spent most of the English class ranting about how the OJ Simpson trial was a complete 'debauchery of the juuuhhsstice syssstem'."
"Now. Will. You. Pay. Atten-ti-on. Stop. Talking. Now. Puhleaaazuh, will you?"
They giggled to themselves at Jason's imitation of Mr. Penny's odd, robotic voice inflections. "Heh... Good times, eh man?"
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As he dug deeper into his memories, the arena seemed to get colder, darker, and as forboding as an old, abandoned playground... Tears began to stream down Jason's face, embraced in his frozen, sad hands...
"God I miss you Zach..."
Of Ice and Men
Content Warning: Discussion of sexual assault
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Of Ice and Men
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Tanya Bonneville, by contrast, was feeling quite warm, dressed in a light jacket and some rather tight-fitting jeans with an offset beret to match as she walked in the direction of the rink. She was not only pretty but feeling pretty good about herself, having seized the opportunity of a sale to pick out something colorful and tasteful. She was also thankful that the outfit she picked was actually quite modest for once, as she hadn't received any wolf-whistles or other sex-inducing noises from classmates she'd seen around the mall.
Speaking of brightness though, she couldn't help but notice what appeared to be one of the jocks from school sitting by himself at the hockey rink.
She recognized Jason Foley from school. He was quite a cool guy for a jock (cooler than the other muscleheads and "gangstas" around school anyway) though she'd tuned into the gossip mill long enough to suspect that he'd had some kind of nerdy side to him. That was fine with her, the staunch facade that revealed a sensitive exterior was one of those teen-movie-cliches that actually applied in real life...though it was frustrating for her to shake off the connotations from her classmates that she was more breasts than brain.
She decided to sit down near the guy just to at least try to cheer him up, and settled down beside him, putting her shopping bag on her empty side.
"Haaay, you don't look so good. Anything bothering you?" she began in a soft voice.
Speaking of brightness though, she couldn't help but notice what appeared to be one of the jocks from school sitting by himself at the hockey rink.
She recognized Jason Foley from school. He was quite a cool guy for a jock (cooler than the other muscleheads and "gangstas" around school anyway) though she'd tuned into the gossip mill long enough to suspect that he'd had some kind of nerdy side to him. That was fine with her, the staunch facade that revealed a sensitive exterior was one of those teen-movie-cliches that actually applied in real life...though it was frustrating for her to shake off the connotations from her classmates that she was more breasts than brain.
She decided to sit down near the guy just to at least try to cheer him up, and settled down beside him, putting her shopping bag on her empty side.
"Haaay, you don't look so good. Anything bothering you?" she began in a soft voice.
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"Haaay, you don't look so good. Anything bothering you?"
A voice caused Jason to look up, brushing the cold, dry tears off of his face. "Oh... hey. I'm not too great, just a few memories bothering me, really..."
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"Hey, are you sure we should be here? I know too many people, Karl's probably like the only one. And who wants to be around THAT guy, really?" Zach quizzically looked over at the misfortuned wallflower, before taking a sip of the almost-warm soda in his hand.
"Hey man, it's okay. You'd be suprised how many people you can get to know from these things. Besides, Mr. Jonas' looking after the place, how bad could it be?"
'Mr. Jonas' stood over the gathering of people, dryly checking his watch, and then taking a glance towards the mass of students. His boredom was all a ruse, of course. But they didn't know that...
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Using his sleeve to wipe off his face, Jason spoke up out of his recollection. "Look... I don't exactly know you that much... I mean, you're nice enough, and all, but this is kind of private. I don't know if you remember someone named Zach who used to go to Southridge a while back, he wasn't here long... him and I used to hang out here, since he's gone, I've still come here. It's just one of those personal things, I don't really know if you want to hear it at all..." Jason's eyes slowly drifted from Tanya's face; noticing this, he turned his head back down towards the concrete floor.
Jason wondered how someone who had done such a terrible thing could've gotten away with it. 'Mr. Jonas' as he'd been called, was never seen again afterwards, it was assumed that he'd fled the country, or gone further into it; in any case, he left no trace. There was never any update on what happened, and the only real accusation they had was from Zach, and the amount of information they gathered from the note was too little to put Jonas behind bars, let alone the fact that shortly after the incident, he had left the school completely.
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((Continued from Lunch Broken))
"Fuck, they still find ways to make it about as cold as Iceland..."
A gruff, tired looking Will Sigurbjornsson approached the window of the rink, attempting to find Jason Foley, the bastard child of a jock and an over-emotional nerd. The two had been working together, and he'd needed some notes from Jason. He used to hang out with the guy until a few years ago, when he'd changed for the worse. Jason started to hang out with the more popular crowds, Will didn't. Jason still had a little technogeek in him, it just was overshadowed by the jock-veil he'd put over himself. Weird-ass metaphor. C'mon Jay, i'm tired and need to get the hell back home to finish this!
At the top of the bleachers, sat what looked like Jason, and a girl that he couldn't quite make out from this distance. "Aww, they're having an emotional moment, i'd hate to interrupt." After this arrogant, yet usual comment from Will, he headed up the stairs to the pair.
A voice caused Jason to look up, brushing the cold, dry tears off of his face. "Oh... hey. I'm not too great, just a few memories bothering me, really..."
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"Hey, are you sure we should be here? I know too many people, Karl's probably like the only one. And who wants to be around THAT guy, really?" Zach quizzically looked over at the misfortuned wallflower, before taking a sip of the almost-warm soda in his hand.
"Hey man, it's okay. You'd be suprised how many people you can get to know from these things. Besides, Mr. Jonas' looking after the place, how bad could it be?"
'Mr. Jonas' stood over the gathering of people, dryly checking his watch, and then taking a glance towards the mass of students. His boredom was all a ruse, of course. But they didn't know that...
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Using his sleeve to wipe off his face, Jason spoke up out of his recollection. "Look... I don't exactly know you that much... I mean, you're nice enough, and all, but this is kind of private. I don't know if you remember someone named Zach who used to go to Southridge a while back, he wasn't here long... him and I used to hang out here, since he's gone, I've still come here. It's just one of those personal things, I don't really know if you want to hear it at all..." Jason's eyes slowly drifted from Tanya's face; noticing this, he turned his head back down towards the concrete floor.
Jason wondered how someone who had done such a terrible thing could've gotten away with it. 'Mr. Jonas' as he'd been called, was never seen again afterwards, it was assumed that he'd fled the country, or gone further into it; in any case, he left no trace. There was never any update on what happened, and the only real accusation they had was from Zach, and the amount of information they gathered from the note was too little to put Jonas behind bars, let alone the fact that shortly after the incident, he had left the school completely.
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((Continued from Lunch Broken))
"Fuck, they still find ways to make it about as cold as Iceland..."
A gruff, tired looking Will Sigurbjornsson approached the window of the rink, attempting to find Jason Foley, the bastard child of a jock and an over-emotional nerd. The two had been working together, and he'd needed some notes from Jason. He used to hang out with the guy until a few years ago, when he'd changed for the worse. Jason started to hang out with the more popular crowds, Will didn't. Jason still had a little technogeek in him, it just was overshadowed by the jock-veil he'd put over himself. Weird-ass metaphor. C'mon Jay, i'm tired and need to get the hell back home to finish this!
At the top of the bleachers, sat what looked like Jason, and a girl that he couldn't quite make out from this distance. "Aww, they're having an emotional moment, i'd hate to interrupt." After this arrogant, yet usual comment from Will, he headed up the stairs to the pair.
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"Oh yeah, Zach," she replied with a tone that implied that she was trying to remember something.
She tilted forward a little bit, not enough to be nosy but just enough to better analyze the jock's face. She didn't exactly find it surprising to see Jason crying like this, let alone other jocks. Still, she remembered Zach as being a nice guy, and it was a shame that he left so suddenly. Not many people remembered the guy apart from his close friends (certainly not Tanya, for whom he was but a casual acquaintance), and Jason appeared to be one of them.
"It's okay...it's just you and me here." If there was one thing Tanya knew how to do, it was control herself at the gossip mill. If this was something too personal, it wouldn't leave this ice rink, and it would be just between her and Jason. "We can talk about this."
And - apparently - the guy who had just walked in on (and up to) the conversation. Will Sigburns-however-it-was-pronounced was one of the colder tongues around the school, despite being one of the smarter kids. She remembered when she'd seen the two like birds of a feather...almost how people used to see her and Troy McCann before he went gangsta. Will was looking at least as frustrated as she was when she learned the nerd she'd tried to protect when they were younger started to turn into the sort of people she was protecting him from.
At least Jason still definitely had a sensitive side to him.
"Will, what're you doing here?"
She tilted forward a little bit, not enough to be nosy but just enough to better analyze the jock's face. She didn't exactly find it surprising to see Jason crying like this, let alone other jocks. Still, she remembered Zach as being a nice guy, and it was a shame that he left so suddenly. Not many people remembered the guy apart from his close friends (certainly not Tanya, for whom he was but a casual acquaintance), and Jason appeared to be one of them.
"It's okay...it's just you and me here." If there was one thing Tanya knew how to do, it was control herself at the gossip mill. If this was something too personal, it wouldn't leave this ice rink, and it would be just between her and Jason. "We can talk about this."
And - apparently - the guy who had just walked in on (and up to) the conversation. Will Sigburns-however-it-was-pronounced was one of the colder tongues around the school, despite being one of the smarter kids. She remembered when she'd seen the two like birds of a feather...almost how people used to see her and Troy McCann before he went gangsta. Will was looking at least as frustrated as she was when she learned the nerd she'd tried to protect when they were younger started to turn into the sort of people she was protecting him from.
At least Jason still definitely had a sensitive side to him.
"Will, what're you doing here?"
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Hockey was his only solace.
That, it itself, wasn't entirely true. Adam Dodd didn't have such issues that he walked around like a ticking timebomb, but whenever he was anywhere else, such as school, he'd find his thoughts drifting back to the past, and the past wasn't an area that he felt all too comfortable in.
On the other hand, the hockey rink was.
Adam had arrived at the Highland Hills Shopping Mall at the same time that he did every day, just as the last period of the day was beginning. Since he had opted to have a schedule with two spares at the end of the day, it allowed Adam to go to what he defined as therapy. Ordinarily, one wouldn`t be entitled to have such a free reign over a hockey rink, but Adam rented the ice out every day, at the same time. He did this not because he didn't want company, but because he wanted time to vent. Adam had a motto: the only time that your true self comes out is when your adrenaline is pumping, and you're either running for your life or playing a sport. Your instincts take over, and you only have a split-second to make a decision that can make or break where you stand - you can wind up alive or dead, you can wind up giving the puck away or slip it into the open net.
So that was where he stood on that. Money itself wasn't an issue, he'd been compensated handily by the United States government for his ordeal, and one of the many compensations he'd been offered was a Black Visa card; a card with no limit and no annual fees. The government paid this card off every month, so Adam essentially had no need for any kind of an income. They had promised him that for as long as he lived, this would be the case.
A kind of 'whoops, sorry we fucked up and let terrorists make off with you and your friends'. Encouraging the materialsm, much?
So here he was, at the Highland Hills hockey rink, lacing up his left skate boot as he prepared to take to the ice. Adam didn't wear much equipment, as he was only skating around and shooting the puck, it wasn't necessary. Skates, hockey gloves, a stick and a few pucks were all that he required, and that was all he had. Occasionally he'd ask the goalie of the school hockey team to come out and mind the nets, but that wasn't often, and only when he felt he needed a real opponent. Today, it was just him, and as he tied the knot and tossed the pucks out onto the ice, he sighed a small sigh.
My, how far we've come in so short a time...
As Adam took the ice and listened to the fresh cut of his blades on the untouched sheet of ice, Adam felt a sense of inner calm fall over him. A rare feeling, indeed, as he usually walked around in a near-paranoid state. But for those instances that he felt calm, he almost imagined things being back the way that they used to be.
But sometimes, it went far beyond imagination. Adam sometimes would look up into the stands and see a familiar mess of red-hair staring down at him. He'd occasionally glance up, and look again to make sure that it was really him. It wasn't too much of a surprise to see it, especially as much as it'd been the first time, but seeing the two-toned eyes of the boy in the stands staring down at him had become something of a ritual. Adam was never quite certain if it were spirits, of if he'd just lost the better chunk of his mind on the island, but seeing his dead friends watching him wasn't something that he'd ever told his psychiatrist about. It wasn't necessary.
Today, however, it didn't seem that anyone who was in the stands had an earthly reason not to be there. In fact, all he saw when he looked up was a boy and a girl sitting in the upper bowl, having some sort of talk, and another male figure who was approaching them. As he did a quick lap of the ice, Adam watched them for a bit. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he thought that one of them might be Jason Foley, a member of the school hockey team. He didn't socialize much, especially not as much as he used to, but he still played hockey, and hence knew the names of everyone on the team. The other two, he couldn't place, but he really couldn't care. They were doing normal, teenager-like things - moaning about lost loves, flirting with each other, maybe even planning where the next underage-drink would be held.
Adam? He was doing something far different. He was letting go of his past, tiny piece by tiny piece. He knew he'd never be able to completely outrun it, and sometimes while he looked at the stands, he'd wonder what it felt like to be a normal nineteen year old. He assumed it felt pretty much the same as being a normal sixteen year old, except older, and without as much access to vehicles. It wasn't something he'd ever know, though. Normality wasn't available to him anymore. It'd disappeared on him as soon as he'd woken up with that collar around his neck, and although it'd taken him a few days to realize it, everything had changed at that point in his life. As he felt a sudden surge of envy, followed by a bitter feeling of resentment, Adam picked up a puck from where he'd previously thrown them on the ice (without even remembering taking the action in the first place) and skated down the length of the ice towards the far net. Winding up, he took a slap shot from just inside the blue-line, that rocked towards the net and fired off the crossbar with a loud PING. Grimacing, Adam retrieved the puck out of the corner and began to skate down to the other side for a shot.
That's just like life. No matter how well everything seems to go, sometimes you're just bound to hit the fucking crossbar...
((Continued in A Meeting of the Minds))
That, it itself, wasn't entirely true. Adam Dodd didn't have such issues that he walked around like a ticking timebomb, but whenever he was anywhere else, such as school, he'd find his thoughts drifting back to the past, and the past wasn't an area that he felt all too comfortable in.
On the other hand, the hockey rink was.
Adam had arrived at the Highland Hills Shopping Mall at the same time that he did every day, just as the last period of the day was beginning. Since he had opted to have a schedule with two spares at the end of the day, it allowed Adam to go to what he defined as therapy. Ordinarily, one wouldn`t be entitled to have such a free reign over a hockey rink, but Adam rented the ice out every day, at the same time. He did this not because he didn't want company, but because he wanted time to vent. Adam had a motto: the only time that your true self comes out is when your adrenaline is pumping, and you're either running for your life or playing a sport. Your instincts take over, and you only have a split-second to make a decision that can make or break where you stand - you can wind up alive or dead, you can wind up giving the puck away or slip it into the open net.
So that was where he stood on that. Money itself wasn't an issue, he'd been compensated handily by the United States government for his ordeal, and one of the many compensations he'd been offered was a Black Visa card; a card with no limit and no annual fees. The government paid this card off every month, so Adam essentially had no need for any kind of an income. They had promised him that for as long as he lived, this would be the case.
A kind of 'whoops, sorry we fucked up and let terrorists make off with you and your friends'. Encouraging the materialsm, much?
So here he was, at the Highland Hills hockey rink, lacing up his left skate boot as he prepared to take to the ice. Adam didn't wear much equipment, as he was only skating around and shooting the puck, it wasn't necessary. Skates, hockey gloves, a stick and a few pucks were all that he required, and that was all he had. Occasionally he'd ask the goalie of the school hockey team to come out and mind the nets, but that wasn't often, and only when he felt he needed a real opponent. Today, it was just him, and as he tied the knot and tossed the pucks out onto the ice, he sighed a small sigh.
My, how far we've come in so short a time...
As Adam took the ice and listened to the fresh cut of his blades on the untouched sheet of ice, Adam felt a sense of inner calm fall over him. A rare feeling, indeed, as he usually walked around in a near-paranoid state. But for those instances that he felt calm, he almost imagined things being back the way that they used to be.
But sometimes, it went far beyond imagination. Adam sometimes would look up into the stands and see a familiar mess of red-hair staring down at him. He'd occasionally glance up, and look again to make sure that it was really him. It wasn't too much of a surprise to see it, especially as much as it'd been the first time, but seeing the two-toned eyes of the boy in the stands staring down at him had become something of a ritual. Adam was never quite certain if it were spirits, of if he'd just lost the better chunk of his mind on the island, but seeing his dead friends watching him wasn't something that he'd ever told his psychiatrist about. It wasn't necessary.
Today, however, it didn't seem that anyone who was in the stands had an earthly reason not to be there. In fact, all he saw when he looked up was a boy and a girl sitting in the upper bowl, having some sort of talk, and another male figure who was approaching them. As he did a quick lap of the ice, Adam watched them for a bit. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he thought that one of them might be Jason Foley, a member of the school hockey team. He didn't socialize much, especially not as much as he used to, but he still played hockey, and hence knew the names of everyone on the team. The other two, he couldn't place, but he really couldn't care. They were doing normal, teenager-like things - moaning about lost loves, flirting with each other, maybe even planning where the next underage-drink would be held.
Adam? He was doing something far different. He was letting go of his past, tiny piece by tiny piece. He knew he'd never be able to completely outrun it, and sometimes while he looked at the stands, he'd wonder what it felt like to be a normal nineteen year old. He assumed it felt pretty much the same as being a normal sixteen year old, except older, and without as much access to vehicles. It wasn't something he'd ever know, though. Normality wasn't available to him anymore. It'd disappeared on him as soon as he'd woken up with that collar around his neck, and although it'd taken him a few days to realize it, everything had changed at that point in his life. As he felt a sudden surge of envy, followed by a bitter feeling of resentment, Adam picked up a puck from where he'd previously thrown them on the ice (without even remembering taking the action in the first place) and skated down the length of the ice towards the far net. Winding up, he took a slap shot from just inside the blue-line, that rocked towards the net and fired off the crossbar with a loud PING. Grimacing, Adam retrieved the puck out of the corner and began to skate down to the other side for a shot.
That's just like life. No matter how well everything seems to go, sometimes you're just bound to hit the fucking crossbar...
((Continued in A Meeting of the Minds))
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The irritated Will strode up the stairs, hearing the pinging from a lone person on the ice, what he guessed from his ever-popular appearance to be Adam Dodd, someone Will never really hung out with that often, but then again, who did? The attention Will valued so was drawn away from the player on the rink, and to the sobbing Jason Foley, who was apparantly being comforted by the typically dumb, attractive Tanya Bonneville. He ignored her questioning and made a beeline for Jason. "Alright, where are the notes you were supposed to give me? Unlike you, i'm not bawling my eyes out beside a convenient set of boobs, I've got work to do. So do you. So if you wouldn't mind, I need to copy them down. And you need to get to work, instead of crying out your problems to this horrendously dumb, though I've got to say pretty attractive -" Will sardonically looked Tanya up and down, "- girl. Maybe you should take a look at who's on the ice before you start thinking your life is bad... 'Eh?'" Jason looked up from his wet palms towards who was on the ice, and Will pulled his backpack right out from under his legs. "Great, I found it. Afsakið Jason, Tit- Sorry, Tanya, hah. I've work to do."
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Zach and Jason occupied the side of the snack table, holding their nearly full drinks in their hands, talking about all the people at the party, and occasionally breaking off into conversation with other people. "You know, for a party with an adult here, this is actually pretty good. Could use a little more... reckless stuff, but I guess we're not going to get that with Jonas over there." The two friends put their drinks down on the table and walked a little ways over to one side of the room, talking with another former European, Karl Van Buren. "Hey guys! I actually just found this place, it took a little while for me, I can't find my way around a broom closet, seriously."
"Yeah, and you're just finding your way out, am I right?"
"Oh eff off Zach..."
"Hey, isn't Gabriel supposed to be here, Karl? How's he doing?"
Karl looked at the ground, sadly.
"We haven't spoken for a while, Jay. He thinks it was my luck that messed up his knee, that 'the axe was only an instrument of it.'"
"Oh right, your 'luck.' So what, when the Doctors asked what happened Gabe told them you clumsily moved the bus over a pothole so that an axe miraculously flew from the front seat to his knee? Pfft."
They continued to chat with the other people at the Party, and occasionally attempt to jokingly flirt with the girls there, and were 'jokingly' shut down. In a little while, they walked back over to their old spot by the table. They noticed the two cups full of Sprite still sitting where they were.
"Oh shit." Jason said, suddenly quite serious.
"What is it? Somebody stick crack in your drink? Wait, which one-"
"Yeah, which one's yours?"
"I dunno. Do you really care?"
"Nope." Jason smiled at Zach, and took a large gulp of the cup that he had suddenly grabbed from the table.
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Jason tore his gaze away from Adam Dodd towards Tanya, who he'd hoped was still paying attention to him and not the extremely rude Will Sigurbjornsson. "Alright.. a while ago, Zach and I used to hang out a lot. We went to almost everything together, there really wasn't anything we disagreed on... The guy was my best friend. We had this one teacher come into our school for a few weeks, his name was Mr. Jonas. One day, he, uhh.. was supervising a party so that some of the people's parents wouldn't get too worried about what went on. Zach's parents were one of them... God..." The jock looked so strange in this state of emotion, and he hung his head lower, revealing a gold crucifix on the necklace he wore. "I'm sorry, it's just difficult to talk about this, I don't usually. I really can't understand why everything happened this way. Who's idea was it to rob Zach of everything that he... Oh..." Jason broke down yet again, resting his head on his shoulder. The night that Jason tried to describe was the most horrible moment Jason ever had experienced, and it was the one moment burned into the last month of Zach's life.
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Zach and Jason occupied the side of the snack table, holding their nearly full drinks in their hands, talking about all the people at the party, and occasionally breaking off into conversation with other people. "You know, for a party with an adult here, this is actually pretty good. Could use a little more... reckless stuff, but I guess we're not going to get that with Jonas over there." The two friends put their drinks down on the table and walked a little ways over to one side of the room, talking with another former European, Karl Van Buren. "Hey guys! I actually just found this place, it took a little while for me, I can't find my way around a broom closet, seriously."
"Yeah, and you're just finding your way out, am I right?"
"Oh eff off Zach..."
"Hey, isn't Gabriel supposed to be here, Karl? How's he doing?"
Karl looked at the ground, sadly.
"We haven't spoken for a while, Jay. He thinks it was my luck that messed up his knee, that 'the axe was only an instrument of it.'"
"Oh right, your 'luck.' So what, when the Doctors asked what happened Gabe told them you clumsily moved the bus over a pothole so that an axe miraculously flew from the front seat to his knee? Pfft."
They continued to chat with the other people at the Party, and occasionally attempt to jokingly flirt with the girls there, and were 'jokingly' shut down. In a little while, they walked back over to their old spot by the table. They noticed the two cups full of Sprite still sitting where they were.
"Oh shit." Jason said, suddenly quite serious.
"What is it? Somebody stick crack in your drink? Wait, which one-"
"Yeah, which one's yours?"
"I dunno. Do you really care?"
"Nope." Jason smiled at Zach, and took a large gulp of the cup that he had suddenly grabbed from the table.
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Jason tore his gaze away from Adam Dodd towards Tanya, who he'd hoped was still paying attention to him and not the extremely rude Will Sigurbjornsson. "Alright.. a while ago, Zach and I used to hang out a lot. We went to almost everything together, there really wasn't anything we disagreed on... The guy was my best friend. We had this one teacher come into our school for a few weeks, his name was Mr. Jonas. One day, he, uhh.. was supervising a party so that some of the people's parents wouldn't get too worried about what went on. Zach's parents were one of them... God..." The jock looked so strange in this state of emotion, and he hung his head lower, revealing a gold crucifix on the necklace he wore. "I'm sorry, it's just difficult to talk about this, I don't usually. I really can't understand why everything happened this way. Who's idea was it to rob Zach of everything that he... Oh..." Jason broke down yet again, resting his head on his shoulder. The night that Jason tried to describe was the most horrible moment Jason ever had experienced, and it was the one moment burned into the last month of Zach's life.
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"What the hell didjoo just say to me?" Tanya replied when Will delivered his string of sexual slurs at her.
She knew she wasn't exactly the brightest pickle in the jar, but that didn't mean that she was more breasts than brain, no matter what her outfit insinuated. Still, she wasn't one to lose her temper, especially to no 'smart-ass Swedish boy.' In fact, it seemed like Will was smart-assing a lot of people recently, so she'd trained herself to take it as normal, as she'd tried to do with so many of the hip-hopper crowd that had started flirting with her ever since she hit adolescence. Her initial reactions were curious, having little real firsthand idea of how women blossom...then anger as they started to get more perverted. Eventually she learned to just let it fizzle out.
"If you've got work to do, go find someplace private so you can do it yo'self," she replied, before taking a deep breath, fixing her hair just a bit, and settling back down to listen to Jason's story. When Jason broke down, she scooted toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. Unlike what seemed to be fake sympathy from other classmates these days, she really tried to empathize...though with the terrorism that had brought the education system to its knees, it wasn't that hard to do.
"It's gonna be all right...we all lose our loved ones...we just gotta hold strong or we'll end up all miserable like your friend here."
She knew she wasn't exactly the brightest pickle in the jar, but that didn't mean that she was more breasts than brain, no matter what her outfit insinuated. Still, she wasn't one to lose her temper, especially to no 'smart-ass Swedish boy.' In fact, it seemed like Will was smart-assing a lot of people recently, so she'd trained herself to take it as normal, as she'd tried to do with so many of the hip-hopper crowd that had started flirting with her ever since she hit adolescence. Her initial reactions were curious, having little real firsthand idea of how women blossom...then anger as they started to get more perverted. Eventually she learned to just let it fizzle out.
"If you've got work to do, go find someplace private so you can do it yo'self," she replied, before taking a deep breath, fixing her hair just a bit, and settling back down to listen to Jason's story. When Jason broke down, she scooted toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. Unlike what seemed to be fake sympathy from other classmates these days, she really tried to empathize...though with the terrorism that had brought the education system to its knees, it wasn't that hard to do.
"It's gonna be all right...we all lose our loved ones...we just gotta hold strong or we'll end up all miserable like your friend here."
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AtomicWaffle†
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"Miserable?! MISERABLE?!! Do you know how much i've... Nevermind that, I can't take these notes with me, so i'll copy them down and be on my 'merry' way." The psychological edge that Will held up was broken for a moment as Tanya mentioned the pain of losing loved ones. Losing them right in front of your eyes... well. Will swore under his breath in a garbled, incomprehensable mix of English, Icelandic, and German before he resumed copying down Jason's notes.
Jason on the other hand, lacked the wit at the moment to actually shoot back at Will's comments, and simply nodded in agreement with Tanya. Then, he began to tell her what happened.
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Jason awoke naked in an immaculately clean white bathroom, the cold floor sticking to his naked skin. The last thing he remembered was the party, Zach and he had both walked over to the table and...
The Drinks. "Fuck! Somebody put something in my Sprite!" He thought. "Zach? Zach?!" Jason's voice resounded throughout the bathroom, but he heard no answer. It was cold in there. Not like the familiar cold of the Hockey Arena. No, this was a disturbing, naked feeling. (No pun intended) His legs were stiff from being unconcious on the ground for so long, but Jason rushed towards the door, and tried to open it. No luck. He pounded on the door, ran at it, did everything he could and it still would not open. "Damnit... Who did this? I need to get out of here..."
Moving as far back to the wall as he could, Jason braced himself for what he was about to do. With a grunt, he ran as hard and fast as he could at the door, hitting it with the side of his body, hearing a resounding snap as the handle seperated from the frame. Surely someone would've heard that by now... Jason put his ear to the door, and he heard a disturbing cry. It was Zach. He also heard another voice, heavily accented, yell at him, telling him to shut his mouth, or "It'll get even worse." Jason pulled the porcelain lid off of the toilet tank, and quietly walked out of the room. He walked into an unfamiliar house. Different paint, carpets, everything. It was all different. The temperature of the house was quite cold as well... Or maybe that was just Jason's lack of clothes, which disturbed him almost as much as the noises coming from the other room. Jason turned the corner of the house, and he beheld a horrifying sight.
Before his eyes, he saw his best friend, what was like a brother to him, Zach... was being raped. Completely naked, he was lying on the ground, crying into the wooden floor of this room as what appeared to be the teacher they trusted, Mr. Jonas. His pants were at his ankles, and he was sodomizing Zach. That scum's left hand painfully grabbed Zach's hair, holding him in place as he violated his innocence. Zach tried to scream, to fight the man, but he couldn't move as Jonas pushed into him, painfully reducing the last shread of dignity that Zach had. Jason could only stand there in horror at the vile scene, the abuse that would forever change his life. Jonas let out a moan as he climaxed, obscured by Zach's cries. "GET OFF ME! PLEASE, STOP! OH PLEASE, DON'T...!" But it only got worse. He could feel Jonas slowing down, but then, he suddenly stopped. Altogether, Jonas stopped moving completely. He slid away from Zach, falling awkwardly on the ground. Above him stood a very naked, very unnerved Jason foley, holding the remains of a toilet tank lid.
"I'm... so sorry. I was locked in I... Oh man..." Jason looked at Jonas with revulsion, walking towards Zach, and picking him off the ground. They walked outside. It was the middle of the night, only the moon shone upon them. But that was enough. The horror was over...
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"T...That nightmare was over. At least I thought it was. We didn't tell anyone, and the last we heard of Jonas was that he'd moved away somewhere, another country... He had no family, and nobody bothered to track him down." By this point, Jason had stopped crying, and simply talked in a very sad, cold manner.
"I guess you want to know what happened to Zach next?"
Jason on the other hand, lacked the wit at the moment to actually shoot back at Will's comments, and simply nodded in agreement with Tanya. Then, he began to tell her what happened.
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Jason awoke naked in an immaculately clean white bathroom, the cold floor sticking to his naked skin. The last thing he remembered was the party, Zach and he had both walked over to the table and...
The Drinks. "Fuck! Somebody put something in my Sprite!" He thought. "Zach? Zach?!" Jason's voice resounded throughout the bathroom, but he heard no answer. It was cold in there. Not like the familiar cold of the Hockey Arena. No, this was a disturbing, naked feeling. (No pun intended) His legs were stiff from being unconcious on the ground for so long, but Jason rushed towards the door, and tried to open it. No luck. He pounded on the door, ran at it, did everything he could and it still would not open. "Damnit... Who did this? I need to get out of here..."
Moving as far back to the wall as he could, Jason braced himself for what he was about to do. With a grunt, he ran as hard and fast as he could at the door, hitting it with the side of his body, hearing a resounding snap as the handle seperated from the frame. Surely someone would've heard that by now... Jason put his ear to the door, and he heard a disturbing cry. It was Zach. He also heard another voice, heavily accented, yell at him, telling him to shut his mouth, or "It'll get even worse." Jason pulled the porcelain lid off of the toilet tank, and quietly walked out of the room. He walked into an unfamiliar house. Different paint, carpets, everything. It was all different. The temperature of the house was quite cold as well... Or maybe that was just Jason's lack of clothes, which disturbed him almost as much as the noises coming from the other room. Jason turned the corner of the house, and he beheld a horrifying sight.
Before his eyes, he saw his best friend, what was like a brother to him, Zach... was being raped. Completely naked, he was lying on the ground, crying into the wooden floor of this room as what appeared to be the teacher they trusted, Mr. Jonas. His pants were at his ankles, and he was sodomizing Zach. That scum's left hand painfully grabbed Zach's hair, holding him in place as he violated his innocence. Zach tried to scream, to fight the man, but he couldn't move as Jonas pushed into him, painfully reducing the last shread of dignity that Zach had. Jason could only stand there in horror at the vile scene, the abuse that would forever change his life. Jonas let out a moan as he climaxed, obscured by Zach's cries. "GET OFF ME! PLEASE, STOP! OH PLEASE, DON'T...!" But it only got worse. He could feel Jonas slowing down, but then, he suddenly stopped. Altogether, Jonas stopped moving completely. He slid away from Zach, falling awkwardly on the ground. Above him stood a very naked, very unnerved Jason foley, holding the remains of a toilet tank lid.
"I'm... so sorry. I was locked in I... Oh man..." Jason looked at Jonas with revulsion, walking towards Zach, and picking him off the ground. They walked outside. It was the middle of the night, only the moon shone upon them. But that was enough. The horror was over...
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"T...That nightmare was over. At least I thought it was. We didn't tell anyone, and the last we heard of Jonas was that he'd moved away somewhere, another country... He had no family, and nobody bothered to track him down." By this point, Jason had stopped crying, and simply talked in a very sad, cold manner.
"I guess you want to know what happened to Zach next?"
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"No...I don't think I want to know..." Tanya replied in a rather shocked tone that implied that she had an idea of what happened to Zach after the event that was rather gruesomely described to her. It was that sort of trauma that would've led to the reason that Zach was no longer in school. And it was that sort of trauma that made her thankful that she hadn't experienced anything like that. Of course, this was clearly no time for self-gratification. This man was clearly crying his eyes out, and the other guy here deserved no positive attention at the moment for being so insensitive toward the situation.
"It's okay..." she said, really not knowing what else to say, "You gotta move past that. Wherever Zach is...he'd be happy to know that you're still going strong after what happened." If she'd had her iPod out now, it would've been on 2Pac's "Baby Don't Cry." The old West Coast rap maestro would've found better words, even if Jason was a guy and the rape was between guys.
"It's okay..." she said, really not knowing what else to say, "You gotta move past that. Wherever Zach is...he'd be happy to know that you're still going strong after what happened." If she'd had her iPod out now, it would've been on 2Pac's "Baby Don't Cry." The old West Coast rap maestro would've found better words, even if Jason was a guy and the rape was between guys.
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AtomicWaffle†
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Jason wiped his face. It was almost funny how he literally had a place where "He went to cry." Almost. Brushing away the tears and angrily getting off of the wooden bleacher. He turned to Tanya, and blurted out a sentence that carried as much emotion as the incident itself. "He hung himself in his garage. His Dad found him. Goes to show how some people get dealt the shit hand in life, and no matter what, they'll never crawl out of their misery. You can only try to get through it. Just... nevermind what I said. A guy's got to vent sometimes."
He stormed off, gathering his backpack and the notes Will had left behind. Will was only just walking out the door when Jason strode past him, smacking the door into the wall in the process. Will examined the mark on the door. "Some kind of grudge against doors..." He adjusted his glasses, and walked off as well.
((Jason continued in Beauty, Beast and Boxer))
((Will continued in Nobody Will Hear You Scream))
((Thread going nowhere, writing out of it))
He stormed off, gathering his backpack and the notes Will had left behind. Will was only just walking out the door when Jason strode past him, smacking the door into the wall in the process. Will examined the mark on the door. "Some kind of grudge against doors..." He adjusted his glasses, and walked off as well.
((Jason continued in Beauty, Beast and Boxer))
((Will continued in Nobody Will Hear You Scream))
((Thread going nowhere, writing out of it))
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Tanya clasped her hands over her mouth in shock as Jason explained the tragedy of his old friend. Eventually, Jason seemed to calm down before suddenly getting up and walking off. "S'okay, if ya need to vent or something you can always talk with me," Tanya replied calmly - albeit loud enough for Jason to hear before he slammed the door - before she gathered her own bags and got up to leave herself. She looked solemnly at the redhead playing hockey before she headed for the exit, trying to pay no heed to the sarcastic dork who had berated her earlier.
"Everyone's got a story to tell..." she quietly said to herself.
((Tanya continued elsewhere))
"Everyone's got a story to tell..." she quietly said to herself.
((Tanya continued elsewhere))
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