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Post by MILA PREZIOSA MORETTI on Jun 2, 2009 21:59:32 GMT -5
Mila was silent as she snuck around the basement. She was in the area she wasn't supposed to be in, and she knew it, too. She had been planning this day, the day she ditched school to learn about what was underneath the detention center, what they hid in the basement. As Mila wandered, she was thankful she had made sure not to wear heels. She was now wearing black ballet flats, black leggings, a very short plaid skirt, a white tank top with black letters on it that said 'fuck you' and chunky black jewelry.
She wandered into a dark and damp hallway, where she saw nobody around. Her heart was racing as she walked down it, tripping over something. She bent down, picked it up, and felt it. What she felt made her heart stop for a few seconds. It was... a bone? Oh god. What the hell happened? Mila didn't want to know about the darker side of the detention center, but she had to have expected this. After all, some of the guards were eviler than expected, and the kids in the center were by no means good. Somebody must've gotten in a fight, killed a fellow teenager, and dragged them down here, leaving them to rot.
Mila was used to death, her father had once tried to make her join the mafia, but she had ran away. She had left behind her friend, Aiden, her family, and the life she knew. She ran to freedom, peace, and kindness, but she had turned into a bitter, supposedly slutty, bitchy girl, only because she didn't want to be beaten again. The bruises, she could still poke her skin exactly where she'd had them. She remembered the pain, and it was almost too much.
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Post by AIDEN IAN ROSSI on Jun 4, 2009 0:12:55 GMT -5
Aiden was in one of the guard's rooms listening to some music. Other than skateboarding, music was the thing Aiden missed the most. It was actually weird that Aiden didn't have an ipod even though juvies weren't allowed to have one many still used them and Aiden who was known for breaking almost every single rule in juvie more than once and he didn't have one. Well reality was that during and argument perhaps two years ago with some guy Aiden ended up smashing his ipod against the guy's head and now he was music-less since it was hard to acquire an ipod let alone download music since there were no computers. This is where having guard friends and a cool counselor came in handy, if he felt like it he could crash into one of their rooms and listen to their music since they could do whatever the fuck they wanted. Aiden had been into some of the guards' rooms to find flat screen TVs, Play Stations, Wiis and a bunch of cool shit Aiden hadn't seen in a long time.
However he didn't like to stay that long in one of heir rooms, even if most of the guards were criminals who were just doing this to get shorter sentences, it did go against what Aiden was raised to not do, which was be near cops or befriend cops or any kind of security official. Sadly he didn't really have a choice now, which always depressed him a bit. Leaving the room he walked around nonchalant as if he was going from one class to the other, surprisingly he was wearing the uniform. Or his version of the uniform which was a gray hoodie and gray jeans. He wore a red studded belt which matched his red boxers and his red drumsticks that were on his back pocket. He was wearing a military hat that was back wards and slightly to the to the right, he was mainly wearing it because he hadn't had a haircut in four years. Although he sometimes had the ends cut because some people tried to piss him off by trying to cut his hair.
Now that his hair brushed his shoulders it was getting very fucking annoying, since half of them time his vision was blocked. Aiden walked downstairs to the basement and figuring he was the only one there he took out his drumsticks and started to build a little suspense beat with them. Hitting the wall certain times so it made a click..click..click click sounds. He grew tired of the clicking so he just allowed the tip of the drumsticks brush against the wall as he walked around. A heavy metal song played in his head, he was barely paying attention to where he was walking that was until he crashed into someone.
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Post by MILA PREZIOSA MORETTI on Jun 4, 2009 23:34:16 GMT -5
Mila soon heard clicks against the wall, and her heart sped up. Who was it? What were they doing? The beat they made was eery, and the darkness didn't help much. Mila kept creeping down the hallway, her heart pounding so hard she swore it'd break out of her chest pretty soon. Finally, the eery beat stopped and the clicking just continued haphazardly. The person, whoever was doing the clicking noises, appeared to have gotten lazy and while Mila was still nervous about who it was, she was thankful the creepy tune was over, she hadn't enjoyed that in the slightest.
Suddenly, somebody crashed into Mila and she jumped. What the fuck! She shrieked, probably far too loud, but she had been scared, what could one expect? A whisper? Hell no! Mila spun around quickly to see who it was. She didn't have trouble identifying the person, the lighting wasn't overly dim and by now her eyes had adjusted to the light. Aiden..? She asked softly, reaching her hand out to run a finger down the boy's cheek. There was absolutely no mistaking, this was her old friend Aiden, his face had always been distinctive. Mila was confused, how had she managed to avoid him all the years she was here? Was he new, or was she just oblivious?
Huh.. long time no see.. She said, tilting her head to the side slightly, almost confused. What had he gone into the juvie for? Mila wasn't sure she ever knew, and if she had, she'd probably forgotten. She had lost contact with him when she'd run away, but she always held him in her heart. He was her evil little childhood friend, and while they were complete opposites, him the epitome of evil, her the most angelic mafia child ever, they still, surprisingly, managed to get along just fine, and hopefully that hadn't changed over the years of each others absence.
So, what you in for..? She asked, curious, now. Placing a hand on her hip, she looked at him, remember how he looked as a kid, and comparing it to how he looked now. He didn't look overly different, if she were to be honest. His hair was longer, definitely, and he looked older, but the main characteristics still looked identical to the younger him, something she found comfort in. Mila knew that she herself looked nothing like the girl he once knew, but she was hoping he'd still know it was her.
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Post by AIDEN IAN ROSSI on Jun 5, 2009 0:12:22 GMT -5
Once Aiden crashed against the person, they shrieked so he guessed it was a girl. Aiden cringed and started to curse in Italian. First he almost falls to the ground and now he was gonna become deaf...what the fuck. Aiden blinked slightly the sound still ringing in his ears, he wanted to choke this person now. Fingers ran through his cheeks as the girl, said his name with a slight questioning tone. Aiden took a few second to respond as the shrieking seized inside his head. He crossed his arms and smirked "one and only amore" He said in a very cocky fashion. His sea blue eyes looked at the person again, they seemed familiar but obviously too many blows in the head combined with all the booze and drugs made Aiden have a horrible memory. Yet something about his person still rang a bell.
It took him a few seconds to realize who it was but once it hit him he was extremely surprise. "Mila?!" he said in a state of awe and disbelief "what the fuck are you doing here?" he asked. Aiden knew a lot of people and most of them he could see in either prison or in juvie but Mila was definitely not on the list. Aiden would be more willing to see both his sisters in juvie before Mila, she was the definition of innocence and everything that was anti-mafia like. Maybe she had been a girl stuck in childhood innocence, maybe she changed over the years. Aiden was trying to think of all the list of hings that could land someone on juvie and he couldn't picture Mila doing any of them, not even stealing a little key chain she was too decent for that.
He muttered more curses in Italian, he really couldn't belief he was seeing his childhood friend in fucking juvie. "Yeah" he said. "So no hug or anything?" he said with a little pout. Now that he was focusing on Mila he noticed that she was hot, before she was pretty meaning she was a pretty girl but now she was a hot broad which when well with Aiden. His eyes dropped to her chest, because they hadn't seen each other in a long time that didn't mean he was going to stop being a perv, actually the fact that they hadn't seen each other in years gave Aiden the perfect reason to fuck Mila. you know a little I missed you sex, it never went wrong.
She asked something but he was too busy staring at her chest to realize right away. "I'm sorry what?" he asked before realizing what she had asked. He cleared his throat as if he was going to give this big speech "ok let's see now.." he said with a very proud tone, after all he was proud of being in the mafia it had been the best thing ever which was the reason why he wondered why Mila had refused. "Battery on multiple accounts, homicide on multiple accounts of course, arson on multiple accounts..again, drug possession thanks to Megan getting arrested and I think that's about it" Aiden said finishing with a smile "wait there's rape and sexual assault....wait no I got away with those" he said trying to remember his sentence..afterall the first time he committed sexual assualt he was six and Mila had been in the class where he had touch that girl and then Aiden's parents had been called and that marked his list of expulsions.
Aiden looked at Mila and crossed his arms again. "Now what I'm interested to hear is the reason why YOU'RE here" he said in a mischievous tone. "Italy's little angel here in fucking juvie...oh my fucking god I wished I had a camera right now" he said with a small chuckle |
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