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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:36 am
Roxas nodded a little focusing on hold what little of the food he actually did eat down. Xaldin was right, the next stop they made was to 'the yard' as everyone in the prison called it. The air was definitely well welcomed to the small blonde. Growing up in the city, he never really had fresh air, just outside air and inside air. It honestly sometimes produced the 'pick your poison' situation that Roxas hated. As they walked out into the yard they all seemed to collect at a bench of which seemed to just be how things were done. Everyone had their regular spot. If they weren't in it, something was going done. Or at least that is way, Roxas assumed seeing as most everyone seemed to move robot-like across the yard at first, then some started to venture in closer and closer to get a sight on the new guys it seemed. Something that was less than settling for the already sick blonde.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:58 am
Xaldin stood, towering over most of the prisoners there. He glowered down at the ones surrounding Roxas. "Back up. Now. He's my cellmate. He's mine. You touch him, you gotta go through me," he warned up front to them all, most of which backed down. His expression softened as he saw a blond British bloke approach. "Luxord! Join us," he invited, sitting back down beside Roxas comfortably. "This is Roxas. He's my new cellmate. Roxas, this is Luxord. He's British and sexy and a real ladies-man, not to mention a men's-man." He chuckled and scooted up to sit on top of the actual table that the bench was attatched to, gesturing to the seat he was just in and looking at Luxord expectantly.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:01 pm
Luxord nodded a little moving to sit down in the spot opened up for him. "All right mate?" Luxord said to Xaldin before turning to the small blonde. "He doesn't exactly look like he bloody belongs here, now does he?" He spoke his accent shining through now better then his greeting to Xaldin. He offered his hand to the blonde shaking it firmly. "Tis my pleasure." He added tipping his head a little before pulling Roxas's hand to his mouth and kissing it softly. The small blonde rolled his eyes a little. "I can't imagine what you did to get here." Roxas asked softly. It was a little hard to pull off being a gentlemen when you were in a high-security prison. You obviously did something very wrong or you got seriously framed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:37 pm
Xaldin grinned at him warmly, like greeting a brother. "I'm good. How're you and your cell ate goin?" He asked him, clapping him on the shoulder when he got close to Roxas. "I wouldn't mess with him, ya damn Brit. That charm of yours wot work on him," he told him with a laugh.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:33 pm
Luxord grinned back at him. "I'm doing ace, and some bloke in cell block D, as for my cell mate, I'm afraid he has run into some hard lines. Didn't you hear? He is getting sent to cell block H for possession of an illegal weapon." Luxord said leaning towards Xaldin and saying the last part in a whispered almost although a smile was still cracked on his face. It wasn't hard to interpret that the 'illegal weapon' possibly was planted or was Luxord's, and it just happened to be thrown on the other man's rap sheet. Luxord glanced over at the small blonde. "Why chase what will come to you anyways?" He stated staring right into Roxas's face as he spoke to Xaldin. Roxas looked away from Luxord's glaze. The man was attractive, and he had the voice of someone you would see in movies.... but Roxas wasn't here looking for love. He just wanted to do his time in peace.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 4:40 pm
Xaldin couldn't help but laugh at Luxord's explanation of his cell mate. "You and wantin' that cell to yourself. Good God, man." He clapped him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. He looked at Roxas. "He's a con-man and a scammer, Rox. And a damn good one at that. Not to mention an impressive forger. Man's a genius." He then glanced over at Luxord. "Don't mess with the man, Luxord. He's not crazy enough for you to hit that. Now, if you wanna hit me up later..." He grinned at him playfully.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 8:00 am
Luxord gave a hardy laugh at Xaldin. "You know how these things go, they just don't get I can't run my business with a roommate," Luxord stated as he hinted to his gambling and exchange ring that he ran through his ceil. The blonde wasn't the only way to get things in and out of the prison illegally, but he was the only one that let you gamble with exchange items. You had the potential of winning bigger rewards, but like with most gambling, the house always won in the end. People speculated that Luxord threw certain games on purpose, but the blonde denied all ties to them. He publicized being a compleletly honest business.
"Yeah, but I could get you easy, it is the fact that he doesn't want it that makes him so alluring." The blonde pointed out before looking up and down at the small blonde again. "Plus, he doesnt look it, but i will bet you, he has been around the block a couple of times, haven't you? You are too cute in face to not have gotten the attention of a man before." Luxord said before he pushed his luck even more as he reached over and pulled the blonde's face to look at him as he held the blonde's chin. The blonde jerked his face way with a glare. "Lay a hand on me again, and I will break it, I promise." He snapped almost immediately. "Ohhh, feisty, I like the spunk, kid, look Xaldin, I'll catch you later, I gotta go handle some business, you know, see yea blondie," he told the two before walking away and joining a different group in the yard.
Roxas puffed as his anger calmed. The fact the blonde had a mean side was fairly apparent now.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 8:51 am
Xaldin gave an exasperated sigh at Luxord's bold move. "Hey, Rox, don't let him get to you. He's greedy as can be, so he always wants what he can't have," Xaldin told him, clapping him on the back gently. He gave him a crooked smile as Axel piped up with, "Aww, Roxy, you're kinda cute when you're all riled up." Xaldin sent an eyeroll over the redhead's way then chuckled.
"So, Roxas, how much time are you serving here?" he asked curiously, wanting to know if he was to expect him gone in a few years or not. Xaldin himself was almost through his sentence. Granted, that meant he had about four years left, but that was much less than the nine he started with.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 2:26 pm
Roxas shrugged it off as he looked away at the different groups in the yard. All the men in here looked like they were either half a second away from beating someone or half a second away from being beaten. They were quite literally scary or scared looking, there wasn't just people in there... there were all characters just trying to pretend their way through this mess. It was in that moment as Roxas listened to Axel trying to hit on him again, he realized that he needed to decide if he was going to be scary or scared. "Whatever, I'm pretty sure you look pretty when you are under someone, but doesn't mean I felt the need to say it." Roxas huff in a sarcastic exhausted way as he continued not to really make eye contact.
"The judge gave me a maximum sentence of ten years, but I go up for parole when I turn 21, so I'm probably going to serve about 5 years." Roxas replied as he actually turned to look at Xaldin. He didn't feel the need to be rude to Xaldin since Xaldin wasn't being a complete douchebag and hitting on him because he was attractive in a feminine way.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2014 9:15 pm
Axel was slightly taken aback at the blond's quick retort. Aldrin gave the blond a grin for it. He liked this kid. "Whoah, whoah now, Roxy. No need to get feisty. Just tryin' to lighten the mood," the redhead defended, holding his hands up in surrender with a soft chuckle. "He is a pretty piece when beneath someone. You're right about that," Marluxia purred, causing Axel to send a glare his direction. Marluxia's smirk disappeared as he fell under Xaldin's intense look as well. He all but shriveled into himself and gave a mumbled apology. There was obviously something in the past they didn't bring up, and Marluxia crossed the line. Xaldin kept his gaze on the pink-haired male then cleared his throat and listened to Roxas speak.
"Oh, nice. You'll be with me until I leave, then. Four more years to go for me," Xaldin said proudly, a light smile on his lips. "Axel here's in for only two more years, and Marluxia is sentenced for seven more, but they're working on his case still. He's the newest of us all," he explained, clapping Axel on the back as he mentioned him. "Axel's in for drugs, Marluxia...well, he shot a guy dead in self-defense when he was workin' the streets because he was attacked. He has his license and everything, but the judge was biased and didn't care as long as a prostitute was put away." All three of the friends had a scowl on their faces, Axel looking at Marluxia in sympathy.
Marluxia gave a sigh. "Well at least Axel's off of drugs now. I still have trouble with my addiction," he grumbled, rubbing his upper arm in frustration. Xaldin looked at Roxas and said simply, "Nymphomania. He literally cant control himself after a few days without it, which is why he's a prostitute. So he can get some every day and get paid for it. It's win-win."
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 10:44 pm
Roxas vaguely listened to the men carry on around him and speak to him. There was something in their words that gave him the strongest sense of Déjà vu. The blonde remained quiet as he focused on the thought of remembrance. "Oh yeah.." He thought to himself as he played the memory over in his head.
"Oh cool, you'll graduate the same time as me then since we are both freshmen! Man, can you imagine, Just four years to go," A dirty blonde kid, who previously just introduced himself as Hayner told Roxas proudly as they sat in the courtyard at Twilight High. Roxas has just started high school then, and he was still pretty naive... He was pretty young since he was twelve and starting high school. Although he came from the slumps, he had tested up a grade. "Here, man, meet the rest of the gang, that's Riku, he is a junior, so he only has two more years, then Pence is a freshmen like us, and finally Olette, she is a sophomore. She just transferred here so she is the newest of us all, well excluding you." The blonde's voice echoed.
Roxas, if but a moment, was back in that school where everything when particularly downhill in his life. Roxas was smart, and he had the grades to really do something with his life, but his circumstances wouldn't allow him the happiness. Roxas's face made no change though as he turned back to Xaldin for a moment as he listened to the black haired man tell him what Axel and Marluxia were in for. Roxas felt a small amount of bile threaten to come up in his throat as he heard Marluxia and Xaldin tell him that Marluxia was into prostitute. "I don't think under any circumstances that a person should go as far as to say that whoring yourself out is a win-win situation..." Roxas's words were blank, but heated. He carried no expression as he spoke a truth that he had come to understand through his life on the streets, but in his tone there was this fire. It was like that deep sinking feeling you get when you realize that you were wrong about something even though you fought so hard to prove yourself right. Roxas spoke from a personal experience of the harsh world.
"...Y-you.. you just don't get it.... H-He kill me! D-dammit! Roxas! R-Roxas! don't walk away from m-me! I-I thought you loved me! R-rox, p-please," A voice echoed in his mind right before there was a loud buzzer signalling that it was time for them to go back to their cells. Once they were back in their cells and searched they would be able to roam the prisoner's quarters until dinner. It was the most amount of freedom they got.
After being searched, another buzzer went off and Roxas founded himself overwhelmed with thoughts of regret. The depression of realizing all the wrong choices that had brought him to this point was consuming him as he climbed up onto his bed and laid there. He laid there starting up at the ceiling with nothing but emptiness to comfort him. All of his friends were dead... and he had killed four people... Roxas was a bad person.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 2:09 pm
Xaldin had noticed Roxas had been quiet for the rest of the day. Granted, he knew the first day there was kind of hard, but the kid seemed lost in himself.
All three of them had been taken aback at Roxas's harsh tone when he voiced his opinion about prostitution. He seemed to have a personal qualm against it, and it made Xaldin curious, as well as the other two. Roxas was an enigma that drew them in, either wanting to protect him or find out all of his dirty little secrets.
Once they had gotten back to the cell, Xaldin let the silence ring on for a bit after watching Roxas climb up onto his bed and lay there. After ten minutes of feeling like he had his cell to himself again, Xaldin stood from his bed once more. He towered so tall Roxas's bed came up to his shoulders as he looked down at him. He had a soft frown on his lips as he looked him over briefly then reached up and ran his fingers through his blond hair.
"Hey, Rox. Why don't you come down here and lay with me? Not for sex. For the warmth and comfort of another person, mm?" he suggested, continuing to slowly run his fingers through Roxas's hair. "Come on, we both need it. You've been walking around like practically a zombie all day, and it's been a long while since I could hold someone in my arms all night. You don't even have to talk. I'm not gonna nag you until you spill your life story--that I reserve for Axel and Marluxia to do," he said with a chuckle.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 2:56 pm
The depression that came over Roxas that first day in the prison was arguably one of the lowest point of his entire life. He felt so lost in it that he couldn't even cry. All he could do was lay there staring up at the cement ceiling. Through all of the legal issues and going through the system, he didn't really have any time to come to terms with all that had happened to him over the past year, but now that he had nothing left but himself, it really was hitting him all at once. He had lost everything and everyone that he even remotely cared about over the years, and he truly felt completely alone. It was ironic that he felt so alone in a place with almost zero privacy, but Roxas didn't really know anyone here and he wasn't big on trusting new people. Of course, the thought that was really hitting Roxas at this point was that throughout all this, no one was coming for him. No one waiting for him on the outside and he had no friends left. What do you do when you have hit rock bottom and you have no one left that cares about you? How do you even begin to move on or get out of the hole you are in when no one is there to help you get back on your own two feet?
Roxas's mind was swimming with overall defeat and pain that he had no hope of beginning to process as the day continued on. If he did leave the bed, it wasn't for long, and he didn't eat anything for the rest of the day either. The empty expression that he carried was only matched by the fact that in his wondrous blue eyes, you could see the death and decay that was destroying him from the inside out. Maybe it wasn't as obvious before, but looking into his blue eyes as the day went on, you could see the torment that he had suffered over the years finally breaking him down. As the day had finally began to whine down, the blonde had devolved to a point of numbness to all outward sensations and was once again found himself just laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He had gotten to a point where if Xaldin's hand hadn't passed in front of Roxas's field of vision, he probably would have even noticed the tall, muscular man now standing next to the bed. His face looked honestly concerned for Roxas, but Roxas couldn't understand why this guy cared about him. Helping Roxas served him no purpose, so why even worry over him?
The blonde hadn't spoken the entire day after saying what he had to Marluxia and Xaldin, and Roxas expected the three he had recent met to be upset about that since he could tell that he was somewhat of their new play toy. The wasn't expecting the offer though. He was expecting an interrogation and he was expecting maybe an intervention of some sort, but not the offer of just another person's warmth. Roxas stared into the other's darker blue eyes trying to interpret what his motive was, but he was too worn down to really get anything past the surface of concern. Slowly, the blonde sat up still watching the black haired man, and slipped down off of the bed after another second or two of staring. Once standing again himself, he waited for Xaldin to climb into the relatively small bed and then he climbed into the bed with him. There was really no way to not cuddle up to one another in the small bed.
Xaldin was so large, that Roxas ended up practically just laying completely on top of him. The larger man was radiating so much heat that Roxas felt like an ice cube laying up next to him. It was nice though. It gave Roxas this unfamiliar feeling of security being able to lay next to someone he knew could protect him and keep him safe. Roxas was so relaxed that he actually just ended up passing out from exhausting on top of Xaldin only a few minutes after laying there with him. Hours passed like seconds, and when Roxas was yanked up, he honestly thought that he had slept until breakfast call the next morning and he just managed the somehow sleep through the buzzer sound.
Hazy, the blonde could barely followed what was going on as he was yanked out of the opened cell. It wasn't until the open cell was slammed shut and Xaldin was on the other side of the cell bars that he realized that it was still sometime at night and they were all still supposed to be locked in their cells until breakfast call. "What? X-Xaldin?!" Roxas managed to muttered out before he felt something being forced over his mouth that sent him into a panic. He knew the feeling of duct tape very well, and he began fighting as hard as he could to keep them from dragging him down the hall. He had at one point managed to pull his hands free from them, but they caught his footing and he felt on the hard cement. He only managed to keep himself from a conclusion by catching himself on one of his forearms. The hard hit to it must have bruised bone and the blonde would have screamed out in pain, but the duct tape was in place. Still in panic he reached for anything he could grab even with pain radiating in his arm, but found nothing to grab as they dragged him back to them and across the floor in front of Axel and Marluxia's cell. A few seconds later, the blonde found himself completely restrained with something around his feet and hands and then dragged down the hall to somewhere else in the prison.
Something cloth-like was place over his eyes so that he couldn't see, but he could still hear pretty good. It sounded like they were in a basement area when they finally stopped and shoved him down onto the cold floor. He could hear industrial sounds all around him, but he wasn't familiar with the place at all. He laid on the floor for a few minutes struggling to get out of his binds with no avail before his duct tape was ripped off of him. The sharp sting made him cringe, but he didn't cry out or yell for help. He knew at this point, no one was coming to help him. He wasn't stupid. There was something shoved into his mouth that had a terrible taste and then he was about suffocated with water. He knew that meant they were trying to drug him, but he couldn't spit it out because he could barely keep from choking on the water. There was some voices around him, but everything was getting fuzz now as they let him get good and gone before they even came near him again. Roxas didn't remember anything after that, it was completely black until he was tossed back into his cell.
The hard cold ground was a good wake-up call to wake him out of his black-out sleep. With a groan, Roxas's red and black ringed blue eyes met those same dark blue eyes from earlier in the night. There was no sun coming in from their small window, so it wasn't dawn yet, but the darkness of the night would be fading soon, and they would be getting them up for breakfast in mere hours. Having no sense of time of how long he had been gone, all he could muster himself to do as he looked up at Xaldin, was to reached up to him with his now bruise littered arms to signal without speaking that he wanted to go to bed. He had no idea whether or not Xaldin had stayed up waiting for his attackers to return him or had woken up from the noise of them throwing him back in, but all he wanted to do was be put to bed again. He didn't remember what abuse he had taken, but a part of him knew he didn't want to know with the amount of pain he was feeling now that he was coming off the drugs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 10:50 am
Xaldin sat up in the cell, worried about Roxas and waiting for them to return him. Unfortunately, he had been way too drowsy to really realize what was happening until Roxas's cry and the slamming of the jell cell door. So he waited, seething silently in anger as he sat on his bed and stared at the floor. He couldn't do anything, and it bothered him to no end. He wanted to let Roxas know he would protect him from s**t like this, but obviously he was a ******** liar. To himself and to the guy that was probably getting beaten and raped and drugged right now.
As soon as the door opened once more, Xaldin was immediately at Roxas's side. He helped him sit up and looked over him worriedly, a hidden fury behind his eyes. He clenched his jaw as soon as Roxas looked into his eyes and held his arms out. Immediately, Xaldin lifted Roxas gently into his arms and carried him back to the bed. He laid back down and held Roxas to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His tense muscles relaxed eventually, and he let out a breath again, mumbling, "I'm so sorry, Dem," before dozing off, Roxas held tightly in his arms.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:37 pm
Roxas thought that he was beyond crying, but he had no idea how much pain his body was under until Xaldin started to try and move him. "ahhhahh," Roxas cried out a little as he was lift up off of the ground by Xaldin's arms putting pressure on his back and on his tender legs. The drugs he was under was wearing off, and wearing off fast. Every touch seemed to turn into agony with fire running through his broken body. Sobs began to racket his body as his weak arms tried to grasp at Xaldin's arms. As the other told him that he was sorry, Roxas seemed to quiet down, but he didn't stop crying. It took him a while to pass out through the pain, but he eventually did.
Unfortunately, the morning came all too soon, and the buzzer jarred Roxas from his second blackout sleep. There were dried tears staining his dirt smudged cheeks as he forced his way passed the pain to stand. His small frame looked like it was going to shake to pieces as he struggled to keep standing. The lights were on now throughout the floors and sunlight coming in through the tiny prison windows. It was also very easy to see Roxas's condition in the abundance of light. His normally clear blonde hair was almost brunette with dirt and grime from whatever grit filled hell they took him to, and it was pulled in every direction from where it was obviously yanked on. His face along with the somewhat fresh tear stains had smudges of dirt that looked like he was put face down into the floor... repeatedly. Although he had on his clothes at the moment, it was apparent that his body was dirty from head to toe as well and he was just as bruised. Although most of the damage that was sustained throughout his body was hidden by the prison uniform that was saved during the attack since it was abandoned to get at him. Not that the guards that greeted them in the walk-by even gave a crap about Roxas's condition. They didn't even seem to notice.
Roxas that morning had ever been happier to get a shower in all of his life. The small cubical units that separated the different showers couldn't shield the others from everything, but at least his bruised, clawed, and destroyed body was mostly covered by the shower wall. Roxas didn't want to be anymore humiliated than he already was by being kidnapped, beaten, and raped. He didn't need every guy in the prison seeing his naked, dirty, and swollen flesh. After taking a thirty minute, burning hot shower, the blonde did look a lot better. The heated water helped to ease the ache and disgusting feeling creeping all over him. He was still pretty beaten, but at least he wasn't dirty. In the shower, he was also able to assess some of the damage done to him, and he could only guess that he either raped multiple times by one person or gang raped. Living on the streets, he had been raped before, but there was something more defiling about being raped in prison. Maybe it was because he was being forced to continue to live around his rapist or rapists. Then again there was also no way to keep it from happening again. Roxas was literally trapped in a place where he had no freedom was doomed to be brutally attacked again.
Once clean and re-clothed, Roxas moved to eat breakfast. He got what was supposed to be grits and orange juice at sat down at the table with Xaldin, Axel, and Marluxia waiting for the questions or babying to begin. For someone that was brutal attack, Roxas was now holding together very well. He had forced himself to push pass walking with a limp and he didn't even flinch when he sat down even though his body really wanted to. Roxas knew in this time he couldn't look weak. He was still the fresh meat, he couldn't have everyone else out for him now. He had cried hard last night and maybe a little in the shower, but he couldn't allow himself to lose anymore of his emotions. Prison was all about mind games and how you can make yourself look tougher than everyone else, and Roxas wasn't about to allow himself to become someone's lap dog. He was going to be a pitbull if it killed him.
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