I've got a theory RPG

[carmainefiasco]

[[no i don't mind!]]

The girl shoved the two bikers away, making them stumble and fall back on their heels, and looked Jacob up and down. The tall, barely beat, teenager wiped the blood from his cut lip and gave her a winning smile.

"You kids are so damn stubborn." She muttered, shaking her head and waving the three bikers away. They followed her subtly orders and stumbled towards their motorcycles across the lot. Jacob glanced over as the new kid was forcefully dragged towards a car and thrown in.

"Yep." Jacob smiled, returning his attention to the beauty in front of him. He reached over the hood and grabbed the bottle of beer.

"What's your name?" She asked, nudging her chin towards him. Jacob swallowed a gulp of the cold liquid.

"Jacob." He muttered, pulling the keys from his pocket. If he kept staring at her, he would end up doing something incredibly stupid. "You?" He asked a he unlocked the door to his Impala.

"Ruby." She smiled this time, checking out the car. She really didn't know why she found this kid so fascinating. Maybe it was the car, his looks, or the fact that this skinny little boy could take on three guys at one time, but she couldn't help but tease with him like a little puppy.

"Nice name."

"Nice car." She let her eyes flicker back to the boy's bruised face. "Try not to get in any more fights, 'k? I don't need a string of missing bikers to ruin my bar." Jacob raised an eyebrow and looked back at her, even though it pained him to do so. The fact that she was so beautiful guaranteed he was going to let something slip.

"You own this place?" Jacob asked as he sat down on the leather seats and let the car door hang open. Ruby placed her hand on top of the door frame and nodded slowly. Jacob inhaled deeply and cleared his throat. "Well I probably won't kill anyone, so you won't have to worry about that." He muttered, letting his eyes fall back on the bottle that was gripped in his fingers.

"See ya' kid." She said in her smokey voice before retreating back to the bar and slamming the door behind her. Jacob sighed under his breath and closed the car door before starting the engine.

"Damn." He scoffed. The drive back to the hotel was dull. For a split second, he had questioned himself if he should really be driving, but remembered that he had once having way more drinks than two beers, and made it home more safely than if he hadn't been drinking. He fell on the warm sheets of the bed and was quickly pulled into a deep sleep.
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Jacob leaned back in his seat, sunglasses covering his green eyes, and his hands crossed on his stomach. The teacher walked right passed him, ignoring the lack of attention radiating off of the sleepy teenager, and bugged the other students who weren't even doing anything. Jacob blinked his eyes open, letting the boring sight of his first hour filter in through the dark shades. Jacob sat up in his chair and sniffed, his lip hurting from the cut that had opened repeatedly the night before.

"Page 200." The skater next to Jacob whispered across the aisle. Jacob glanced in the kid's direction.

"What?" He asked, obviously not hearing a word.

"Page 200." The skater pointed to the book that laid in front of him. Jacob flipped open to the page and looked at the kid through the corner of his eyes before taking off the sunglasses. The skater, named Chris, had always tried to be friends with Jacob. But no means of yelling or ignoring ever stopped Chris from trying his hardest. Jacob hated those kind of people. The kind who never listened or realized that no one else was. Chris always seemed to end up wherever Jacob was eating lunch or hanging out. It was almost bordering stalkerish what this kid was doing. Jacob pressed his lips together and rubbed the black spot under his eye.

"You okay?" Chris asked, seeing the multiple bruises and the bandage that was showing under Jacob's black t-shirt. Jacob winced, wanting desperately to hit this guy, and nodded sternly. "You sure?"

"Stop it would you?" Jacob growled loudly and everyone in the classroom turned to look at him. Jacob cleared his throat and leaned back down in his chair, trying hard not to move his sore arm. He looked down at it, to see a splatter of blood starting to pop out of the white cloth that wrapped his shoulder. He looked back up to see everyone's eyes still on him, including the teacher.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" He asked, standing up before the teacher could answer, and grabbed his things.

"Uh..yeah I guess." The English teacher responded but Jacob was already out in the hall.

[loekie]

James sighed as he sat in class laying his throbbing head on his arm on the table, fully intent on sleeping through English. He really couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. Every day it was the same fucking routine.

Get up, do morning chores, get yelled at, getting through another day at school, after which going home to another list of chores making sure diner was on the table in time, trying, but never succeeding, in avoiding one of the man’s beatings, fleeing to his room. So yeah, sometimes he snuck out in search of a good time.. hell, it was the only thing he had… could one really blame him? Lately the sneaking out had increased and that son of a bitch had take to trying to find him, after which, of course, there was another lashing.

When he had first gotten to the house, he had transferred to a new school. The youngster had found it rather difficult at first to deal with the new situation and he had not always been successful in covering up all the bruises. He’d be sent to the nurses office who had inspected him carefully shocked by what she found. The blonde, lucky for him, was a born liar, and he had quickly made up a rather plausible excuse.

After it had happened 5 times though, she had become suspicious and called his caregivers. They, too had given excuses, but when the blonde returned home that afternoon, the man had kicked punched and thrown him around the room, and he had ended up in the hospital. After this, they had moved and James had quickly gotten better at hiding everything inside to prevent anyone from ever finding out, besides, he hardly even felt the pain anymore. He just couldn’t seem to care.

The woman… she was worse. He just couldn’t seem to get used to her… late night ‘visits…’ The blonde southerner whished he could just push her of… tell her to stop. That, however, would get him in more trouble with Larry. He closed his eyes. He just really didn’t want to think about it. He was just going to pretend it never happened. Wasn’t denial a beautiful thing?

“Stop it would you?” came a loud growl from beside him and the blonde sighed annoyed. There were people trying to sleep here… The kid started bleeding and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Hmm, those bikers must still have gotten in some good punches. He slept through the rest of the class, glad the teacher didn’t seem to mind. When the bell rang the blonde lazily opened his eyes as he slowly rose from his seat collecting his things.

“Mr. Ford” the teacher called out and the teen sighed turning his head.

“Yeah teach?” his southern drawl answered.

“Do try and stay awake in the future” the man told him with a raised eyebrow.

“Will do teach” the boy promised “but I can’t make any guarantees” he shrugged before leaving the room. He really was of to a good start wasn’t he? Not that he really gave a damn. He walked outside sitting down in the field surrounding the school leaning against a tree as he lit a cigarette. He stared of into the distance thinking about the man that ruined his life. How could he find him? He had only seen him that one time 8 years ago. He clenched his jaw. How could his mother have been so stupid? Don’t get me wrong… the boy had loved his mother… he truly had… but how could she have fallen for that guy’s tricks? He sighed… it wasn’t like it mattered now…

He reached in his bag for his book and opened it to continue where he’d left of the day before, blanking his mind for whatever else was going on around him. It helped him block out the pain in his body and throbbing of his head. When the bell sounded to announce the next period he barely noticed. He looked up as the students started drifting back indoors. He took a last drag from his cigarette before putting his book away rising to his feet. Why was he even bothering? He’d been to more classes these past days then he even had in the past few years. Probably because it was a new school and it wasn’t really the best idée to start skipping classes in your first days.

He entered the building and walked into the room slouching into the back as the teacher got ready to start. He once again laid his head on the table as he was just so tired. The blonde boy closed his eyes once more fully intent on sleeping through the class. The teacher however, wasn’t all too pleased with the new kid and his attitude.

“Mr. Ford” the teacher called banging his hand on the kid’s table. James heart skipped a beat and he had to restrain himself to not jump three feet in the air. His demeanor however betrayed nothing and he lazily opened his eyes looking at the guy before him.

“Yeah teach?” he replied without looking up. He was getting bored with this.

“Can you tell us how the first world war lead to the second?” he asked the troubled boy. He could tell something was wrong with the boy, it was the reason he had not sent the boy to the principal’s office.

James sighed before slowly lifting his head “After the first world war France, the UK and the US conjured up the treaty of Versailles. This treaty came down very hard on Germany. It had to pay huge war reparations, were not allowed to have an army… of means anyway, and they were not allowed to enter into the league of nations. The US tried helping Germany with the payments, but the economic crisis of the thirties they were unable to do so and things went from bad to worse. Germany was in real trouble. The NSDAP and the German communistic party starting gathering a following. A whole bunch of hustle and complots later Hitler finally gained the power, and because he did as he had promised, threw the Versailles treaty in the been and started to take control of the economy, creating jobs in big projects, weapons factory and reinforcing the army.

The rest of the world at this point was just sitting idly by hoping to avoid a new war. Hitler had been warned though, that he was not to invade Poland. When he did so anyway, with the help if the USSR, France and UK declared war…” he finally finished his little speech laying his head back down on the table.

The teacher sighed as he turned around to go to the front of the class to continue his talk about the two world wars and their connections…

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob walked into the empty and small boy's bathroom and hurried to the sink as a shot of pain traveled from his shoulder, to his feet, than back to his already pounding head. Jacob pushed open the doors to the stalls to make sure they were truly empty and locked the door to the bathroom completely. He knew that some poor kid would probably get stuck out there for a couple minutes, but he could care less as his shoulder throbbed. Jacob pulled off his black t-shirt along with his bag and dropped him by his side. He stared at the leaking bandage through the mirror and pressed his lips tight together. His hand reached up and pulled the tape holding the cloth to his arm off, revealing a small hole through his skin. A small sliver of blood drained from it, reminding him what he had down a couple nights before. Jacob winced, letting out his anger and frustration through the small movement, and unzipped his backpack and pulled out a small bottle of prescription pain killers. Okay, maybe they weren't his prescriptions, but Bobby could only supply the best. The top flew off and Jacob, tired of this stubborn pain, swallowed two pills. His cleared his throat and turned on the sink faucet to wash down the large things.

The bell rang overhead, making Jacob's head pound more, as he pulled out his next set of bandages to cover the bullet wound. He hurried through this, wishing the whole time that the pain killers would finally start working. His cellphone vibrated in his pocket and he quickly pulled it out with his right arm, trying hard not to mess up his badly made bandages.

"Yeah." Jacob's voice was low and rough from the pain that had only just started to subside.

"Jake?" Dean's voice sounded on the other end. Jacob smiled slightly, but it quickly faded as a soft tug on the bathroom door stole his attention.

"Yeah." Jacob whispered, pressing his back against the door and pushing against it.

"Bobby said you called. Something wrong?" the soft sound of a gun cocking on the other end surprised Jacob as he tried to keep the boy out of the bathroom.

"This isn't really a good time." Jacob said through gritted teeth as the person twisted the knob, only to find it locked. "I'll call you later." Jacob quickly hung up the phone and pulled his shirt back over himself. He slid his arms into the backpack and unlocked the door. A small little freshman bounced on the other side, his glasses almost falling off as he rushed passed Jacob and into the bathroom. Jacob just ignored this and hurried to his second hour class which he had skipped yesterday. He walked in the door and the teacher looked up at him from the back of the class where he stood over the new kid.

Seriously. Another class with him? Jacob rubbed the back of his neck and walked to his seat on the other side of the room annoyed.

[loekie]

James opened his eyes as someone entered the room. He ignored it though and simply closed his eyes again. What did he care whom he was sharing a class with? The teacher droned on about one thing or another and the boy sighed… it probably wasn’t best to fall asleep in two consecutive lessons was it? He propped his head on his hand and just stared out the window. Why did school have to be so damn boring? The blonde was ever so glad when the bell finally sounded to end the torture called history. The rest of the day was spent in the way manner. He simply sat through his classes hoping for the day to soon come to an end. Why he wasn’t even sure. At home he’d be worse of. The man had the day of and so would be waiting for him when he got back. He shook his blonde head as he went to his last class of the day. The blonde leant back in his seat as he listened to the teacher. Then the door swung open and a little girl enthusiastically burst through the door.

“James” she smiled running up to her foster-brother whose head had snapped up at the interruption. He smiled shaking his head slightly.

“What are you doing her sugar-pop?” he inquired wondering how she had found him.

“We got out early today” she beamed as she jumped into the boy’s lap “so I came here and looked through the windows until I saw you” she explained proudly.

James could not suppress a wince as she jumped in his lap and he locked his jaw swallowing back the blood that now made its way into his mouth. The girl eyed him worriedly her eyes widening. She had totally forgotten.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered.

The boy shook his head “no worries princes” he told her forcing a smile then set the girl down on the floor and rose from his seat to guide the girl out of the room. When he stood and had taken the girl by the hand they walked to the door. James’ body however didn’t seem to want to obey. He could seem to breath… He forced himself to walk through the door. When he had he steadied himself against the wall the girl clutching the southerner’s hand.

“James, what’s wrong?” she asked panicked. She had never seen him like this.

The teen shook his head “Nothing sweetheart…” he assured as he tried to push himself from the wall. It only caused a coughing-fit and he once again tasted blood in his mouth. The blonde tried to take a deep breath trying again, now succeeding. Jana watched him sceptically. Something was wrong! Why wouldn’t he tell her? Before she could say anything else though the blonde’s eyes had rolled back in their sockets and he slumped to the floor with a thud. The little girl was in a full fletched panic mode. What was she to do? He wouldn’t want her to get anyone, she knew that much…

“James” she called almost near tears shaking him. She looked around for help before she made a decision. She ran back into the class-room calling for help.

The teacher rushed over to the girl “Hey sweetie, calm down, what happened?” she asked, crouching down before her.

“James… he… fell…” the girl’s panicked voice urged and the teacher frowned but rushed outside herself to see what was going on. She stopped dead in her tracks as indeed the new kid was slouched on the floor eyes closed and breathing very shallow. The girl had followed the woman out of the room and stood near the troubled teen. The teacher quickly checked the boy’s vitals before calling 911 asking for an ambulance. Then she turned to the girl “don’t worry honey, he’s going to be fine…” she tried to calm the girl somewhat.

Jana nodded slowly. He always was wasn’t he? He was tough. He would overcome whatever it was that was wrong, wouldn’t he? The teacher quickly returned to her class telling them she’d be right back and for them to just continue their projects. She then returned to the boy on the floor waiting until the ambulance arrived to take him to the hospital…
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((I do hope you don't mind... I think I might have gone a little overboard... if so... do let me know and I'll change it...

oh and maybe we should think of a way for them to maybe actually have a conversation or something... ??))

[carmainefiasco]

[yeah...I'll try to get them to talk in this post somewhat...]

Jacob licked his lips as he slumped down the hall, the last class seeming so unimportant now that is was actually the last hour of the day. He pulled out his cell phone and checked the time as the bell rang loudly overhead.

Great.

Jacob lifted his head and shoved the phone back into his pocket just in time to see a teacher standing over a boy on the floor. Jacob raised his eyebrow as a little girl, panicked, sat over the boy, shaking his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. Jacob walked slowly over, pulling out his cell phone in preparation to call 911 if something serious had actually happened, and dropped his backpack by the teacher.

"What happened?" Jacob asked, glancing inside the classroom than back to the boy on the floor. Of course it just happened to be our very new kid, who he had seen a lot of lately. The teacher looked up at the teen, her eyes full of worry.

"You should get to class." She muttered, kneeling back down.

"What happened?" Jacob pressed, his teeth clenching. The teacher looked back up at him and squinted her eyes, obviously annoyed with his persistent manner.

"I don't know." The teacher pronounced every syllable. The little girl at the guy's side, looked up at Jacob, her eyes were filled with tears and she sniffed as she looked him over.

"Move." He grumbled to the teacher and knelt down next to the guy. He sighed when the teacher didn't listen and nudged her away with his shoulder. "I know what I'm doing lady." He growled, turning his head slightly towards her. The teacher's mouth dropped at his tone but she scooted away silently. The little girl continued to watch Jacob as he checked the boy's pulse. Jacob looked at the girl through the corner of his eyes and smiled lightly as he pushed the boy onto his back.

"It's okay." He said, his tone shifting into a more caring one. Jacob pulled his bag closer and unzipped the largest pocket, pulling out a towel. He folded it and lifted the boy's head to place the towel under it so it could act as a pillow. Another teacher ran down the hall towards them, but Jacob didn't lift his head as he wiped away a small trail of blood that ran down the boy's face.

"The ambulance is here!" The exasperated teacher gasped. The teacher sitting next to Jacob pushed him away and led the EMT towards the boy. Jacob scowled at the teacher and stood up, wincing at the pain in his shoulder.

"Are you going with him?" The EMT asked the little girl as the boy was loaded onto a gurney. The little girl nodded and looked back at Jacob.

"Can I come?" Jacob asked before the two could walk away. "I need to see someone at the hospital anyway." Jacob hesitated.

"Young man I don't think you see how seriou-"

"Sure." The EMT interrupted the aggravated teacher and Jacob smiled. They walked out front and loaded into the ambulance.

"Thanks."

[loekie]

And so the little girl found herself in the back of the ambulance under way to the hospital while the EMT checked over James. There had been another boy who had helped. Had James finally made a friend? She would find out soon. The boy had said he too needed to go to the hospital and she looked up at him as they were in the back of the van “You are hurt too?” she concluded tilting her head slightly. Did he too live with people that hurt him? Who knew right? Maybe she would find later. The light-blue eyes of the brunette girl now glanced over at James as people were still checking him over. They soon reached the hospital and they took James into the building to see a doctor. Then a nurse came over asking the girl if there was anyone they should contact…

The girl hesitated. Those people would be angry if they would know James was in the hospital, but it would also look suspicious if she wouldn’t tell. After thinking this over she decided they would find out sooner or later and so she gave the information she knew. Then she turned to the other boy telling him to come with her as she had been told he needed medical attention too. A doctor would soon have a look.

The girl now was left alone in the waiting-room. She sat there simply waiting for information on both the boys. She hugged her knees to her chest resting her chin on her knees. The brunette bit her lip fighting the fear that had come over her. She knew it wasn’t really his fault, but why couldn’t he stay out of trouble? She sighed deeply. She was really starting to hate that man they were living with. If only her father would still be alive… he would have shown the guy… oh yes he would have.
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Meanwhile the doctors were working on James. They found that a few of his ribs had broken, and one of them had punctured his lung, causing it to collapse. They gave the boy oxygen and made sure the lung was starting to re-inflate. The blonde groaned as his body was finally receiving the necessary oxygen he finally came to. The doctor looked at the boy “Good morning Mr. Ford” he greeted and at the confused expression on the teen’s face he continued “You were brought into the hospital. The blonde sighed “What happened” his accent came scruffy and hoarse.

“You lost consciousness and well, they called 911” the doctor explained now coming up to the boys side with a small light shining it in the boy’s eyes. James groaned squinting his eyes shut as the sudden light hit his eyes and made the pounding in his head even worse and made him nauseous. “Just what I thought..” the doctor nodded “a concussion…. Would you like to tell me what happened?” he asked eyeing the teen on the bed. The boy shrugged “got in a fight” he simply answered not wanting to get into any further. The doctor simply nodded “Well.. you need to get some rest…” the man said as James frowned “where’s Jana?” he asked. The older man smiled slightly “I’ll sent her in” he assured as he walked out of the room in search for the little girl. He crouched down before her. “You must be Jana?” he questioned.

The small brunette looked up and nodded “I am” she confirmed. “Well, you can go visit your friend now… but be very careful… he’s hurt…” the doctor warned gently. The girl jumped from her seat and followed the doctor into the room. James looked up and smiled “hello there sugar-pop” he greeted.

Jana returned his smiled as she carefully climbed on the bed “Hello..” she whispered “you scared me…” she accused and James laughed causing him to go into a coughing-fit. The doctor shook his head “Take it easy Mr. Ford” he told the boy but then left the two youngsters to it. He’d come back later when the boy’s caregivers had arrived.

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob looked back at the small girl before the doctor pulled him into the room, forcefully. Jacob stumbled slightly and looked up at the scruffy face of his aunt's new husband. Tanner looked Jacob over as he closed the door softly, his white coat swaying in the wind.

"What is the matter with you?" Tanner hissed as Jacob inhaled deeply, hurting his shoulder. "You're gone for four years and than all of a sudden you show up at my hospital?" Tanner placed his hands on his hips and waited for an explanation. But Jacob just stood there, his pain plain on his pale face. "What happened?" Tanner asked, suddenly aware that Jacob was hurt.

"Just had a run in with a bullet." Jacob grunted, lifting his shirt off of the newly wrapped shoulder. Tanner scowled at the wild teen and stepped foreword.

"Bobby do these?" He asked. It took a minute for Jacob to remember that Tanner was more like him than anyone else. He always guessed that was why they got along so well. Just like Jacob, Tanner had been an orphan, but grew up a whole lot worse than Jacob. Tanner's life was full malnutrition, beatings, and the occasional fight. Tanner had a rough life and lived alone...until he met Ms. Harris. Jacob shook his head no. "Dean then?"

"No. Me." Jacob winced as Tanner pulled the bandage slowly off, revealing the wound.

"This is a nasty one." Tanner mumbled as he threw the bandage away. "Get the bullet out?"

"Bobby did that."

"How did this happen kid?" Tanner asked, worried, as he began cleaning the open wound. Jacob winced at the sheer pain of it.

"Well let's see, drug addicts don't like it when you hustle them at pool." Jacob laughed, before flinching as Tanner wiped a cotton swab across the hole.

"Is that where those came from?" Tanner asked, nudging his chin towards the new bruises under his eyes and lower chin.

"And neither do bikers." Jacob chuckled under his breath but Tanner sighed, shaking his head. "You did worse things than me man." Jacob said, his voice dropping. Tanner nodded solemnly and quickly patched up his new nephew.

"That should hold for a couple days. Got pain killers?" Tanner quickly changed the subject. Jacob nodded slowly and pulled his sleeve back over the wound. "Okay. Get out of here. You know I can't see you around here." Jacob smiled lightly and headed towards the door.

"Thanks." He muttered before clearing his throat and exiting the room. Jacob walked slowly back to the waiting room to see it empty except for an old man in a creaky wheelchair. Jacob looked around and licked his lips. "Where's the girl I came in with?" Jacob asked as he turned to the nurse behind the counter. She glanced up at him as she typed something on the computer.

"Who did you come in with?" She asked dully.

"A little girl...about 3 or 4 feet. Brown hair...blue eyes...uh she was with her brother i think." Jacob tried to think of what she looked like but his mind went blank on him.

"Oh her." The nurse smiled and pointed down the hall. Obviously his guesses were right. "Room 217."

"Thanks." Jacob tapped the counter and walked down the hall until he approached the room. The boy had finally awoken and the little girl stood over the bed. Jacob tapped the door frame lightly.

[loekie]

James smirked as the doctor told him to take it easy. God did he whish he could. It hadn’t happened in 8 years though, so why would it start now? He just remained silent and when the doctor had left the girl looked up at him with big worried eyes.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered “please don’t be angry”

James frowned “what is it sugar-pop?” he asked slightly confused.

“I… They wanted to know if there was someone they should contact, and I… I told them they should call home…”

The boy sighed inwardly. Oh this was going to be great… He wondered how long it would take for them to get here… and then how long it would take for them to get him out of here… “Don’t worry princes, they woulda found out sooner or later” he forced a smile “I ain’t angry okay?” he tried assuring her. Damn, this was going to be harder then he thought. What was he going to do? His throbbing head did not allow him to really do any thinking and so he just gave up. It was going to be of no use anyway. they would soon be here, and then get the whole ‘ooh we were so worried’ crap and the al famous ‘ooh don’t worry, we’ll look after him…’ he’d almost burst out in laughter at that one. Looking after him? Right. Like they ever lifted a finger in that pigsty, accept for of-course the fun game of ‘how to break a boy’. Okay so he really, really needed to get of this. He turned to the girl “have they said anything about them coming yet?” he asked.

The brunette shook her head “no” she answered “but I guess they have called” she shrugged slightly.

James nodded “I suppose so sweetness” he agreed. What else could he say really? It was the truth. He looked up as there was a knock on the frame. The girl too turned her head and smiled “Hello” she greeted “are you alright?” she asked tilting her head slightly. James frowned slightly. What was the boy doing here? Had those bikers really messed him up that badly?

He cringed inwardly as he now realized that he’d passed out at school. Damn his luck. What kind of excuse was he going to think of now? He’d just have to think of that one later.

“Hey” he too greeted. What else could one say really? “What brings you down here?” he then asked still rather confused. Damn he fucking hated this. Hospitals were just so not his thing. He rather thought they wouldn’t really be anyone’s thing and he actually found himself hoping Sean and Lianne would put in a good performance so that he could go home, and deal with this shit himself, in his own way. He wouldn’t have to wait long to find out though …

“That fucking weak son of a bitch” a man hissed as he put the phone down “LIANNE” he called out and a woman came from the kitchen rolling her eyes “what?” she questioned leaning against a wall.

“The boy is in the hospital again…” the man grumbled extremely annoyed “Grab your coat” he barked and his wife raised an eyebrow “what good are you hoping to achieve with that attitude dear?” she asked innocently “you really want to fucking cops at the door? Just pull yourself together and rant later” she shrugged as she complied and got her coat “now let’s just go down there and asses the damage now shall we?” she smiled as she walked out the door and towards their car. The man bit out a few more curses before shaking his head following the woman’s example. They got in the and started on their way to the hospital.
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((sooo sorry this is such utter crap… but I’m just sooo tired right now for some weird reason… will try and do better next time, I promise))

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob smiled at the small girl but it soon faded when he noted the flicker of anger cross the boy's face. "Yeah I'm alright. I just came to make sure you were." He nodded to him. "You looked really bad earlier." He slowly stepped inside and rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to do now. His Impala was back at the school which was too long of a walk right now for his condition.

"I'm Jacob by the way. In case you were wondering..."He sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth and shoved his hands into his pockets. A doctor walked by the room quickly followed by several nurses and students. A cop slowly followed, looking into the room. Jacob ducked back against the wall nonchalantly and leaned against it, watching the police officer as he did so. He didn't need a police officer is this god forsaken town to recognize him today. Jacob made sure that the cop was gone before relaxing more so against the white wall. He had no idea what to say now. Should he leave? Probably...but he really didn't feel like leaving just yet. He wrinkled his nose subtly and leaned back off the wall.

"I...uh...should leave you guys alone." He muttered, realizing that they had no idea who he was or why he was actually there.


[sorry it's so short. i had no idea what to put...]

[loekie]

((that's fine hun... I know how it is... I hope my post is alright?))
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The girl smiled brightly “that’s good” she nodded as she watched the boy enter the room she frowned slightly as the police walked by. Was he in trouble with the cops too? She knew James had gotten in trouble with the cops back in their old place. She’d heard the screams and shouts. It however wasn’t any of the boys they were after and they just continued their way to another room. Or so the girl thought.

The blonde looked up at the boy and shrugged “I’m fine…” he simply replied. And hell in time, he most likely would be “I’m James” he introduced himself as well “and I’m Jana” the girl now piped up. The blonde teen ruffled the girl’s hair. She giggled smoothing it down again “Don’t!” she shrieked still laughing. “And why’s that then sugar-pop?” the blonde teen smirked jokingly tickling her. The girl huffed “or else you’ll be sorry” she laughed trying to bat his hand away. The blonde stopped shaking his head “I bet I will” he smirked looking up as the other boy ‘hid’ from the cop that just walked by. He smirked “heat on ya?” he asked raising an eyebrow. He had nothing really to fear here. He had not gotten in trouble yet. He sighed inwardly… how long would that last? He was starting to think he might be some sort of magnet… a magnet to trouble. Time would tell… wouldn’t it?

The girl watched the blonde on the bed worriedly. She remembered the first time they’d met.
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She’d been picked up by this big man who had told her she was going to stay with him, and that she would be well looked after. She had no really known what to make of this, but hey, she didn’t really care. All she knew was that her parent’s were gone and never coming back. The girl had been taken to a small home where, on entering the man had yelled out to some boy. The blonde teen had yelled back and had made his way through the kitchen. She had not understood the horror, desperation or anger that had briefly flashed over the boys features and his sea-colored eyes had darkened considerably. The guy had ordered him to show her, her new room. The boy had nodded submissive, the anger though somehow never leaving his eyes. He had then turned his attention to her and the expression had softened “come on the sugar-pop” he had said holding out his hand. The girl had hesitantly taken it. He had lead her up the stair and shown her where everything was. Then he had opened another room. That, he said, was to be her new bedroom.

“What’s your name then princess?” he asked.

“Jana” she had replied.

“Nice to meet ya sugar-pop” he had smiled “I have to go fix diner for now sweetheart just settle in for a bit alright?”

She had nodded and sat down on the bed waiting to be called down for the diner the blonde apparently was making. It had seemed rather strange to her, but what did she know. She liked the boy though.

That night, the girl couldn’t sleep. She snuck out of her room and went into the room she’d learned was James’. She pushed open the door to find the blonde on the bed wrapped up in a book. She smiled as she tiptoed into the room. The boy looked up as he heard the shuffling of feet. He smiled raising an eyebrow “What are you doing here sugar-pop?” he asked and she shrugged “couldn’t sleep” she answered climbing on the bed. The boy shifted to give her more room. “Are your parents dead too?” she had asked softly. The lady from… what was it? Foster care… yeah… that was it had told her that was where she was going. She had concluded that if the boy was here too his parents had probably died too. The blonde sighed slightly but eventually he nodded “yeah princes, they are” he replied. The girl looked at him sadly and then wrapped her arms around his neck. The boy frowned slightly, completely taken aback by the girl. This had so not been what he had expected, but after all those years of pain and suffering, it felt rather nice.
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"I...uh...should leave you guys alone” the other boy said as he was still leaned against the wall. The blonde teen shrugged as he watched the boy. Something told him he didn’t really want to leave. Before he could say anything though, the doctor arrived guiding their foster-parents.

“Good news” the doctor smiled “you’re free to go Mr. Ford” he smiled “as long as you promise to take it easy and stop getting into fights”

The girl had quickly jumped of the hospital bed and kept her head down, James faked a cocky smile tilting his head “Whatever you say doc” he smirked “you should see the other guy though” he shrugged. He carefully rose from the bed and pulled his shirt over his head and avoided the man’s glares. The woman rushed to his side to play the part of the ‘perfect carer’ “Oh sweetie” she cooed “you really scared us”.

James resisted the urge to roll his eyes and make a snide remark forcing yet another smile. “Sorry Anne, won’t happen again” he promised. The blonde sighed… how was he ever supposed to live through this crap? The woman now turned to the other boy in the room frowning slightly “Who are you?” she asked kindly. He looked to be around James’ age. Was he a friend of their oldest foster-child?
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((Soo sorry this took so long, but I was at my parent’s the other night and just got completely swamped with family-issues and visits… ))

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob smiled slightly and looked back down the hall to see the cop was finally out of sight. "Possibly." He replied, his smile fading as he noted that he really was in trouble. If a cop so much as thinks they know him, he could go to jail for life for crimes he hadn't even done. Luckily, Jacob was always good at escaping tough times. It was a gift.
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Jacob grunted as he landed hard on his feet from the twenty foot drop from a second story window. His coat fell down after him and a second person dropped down.

"Hurry Jake." Dean muttered as Jacob grabbed his jacket and shoved his arms through the holes. The Impala sat next to an old Mustang, that looked younger than most '78 models. They jogged towards their cars and quickly changed out of the orange jumpsuits they were put in at this horrible detention center.

"Seemed a little easy huh?" Dean smiled as he pulled on his leather jacket.

"We're not out of the woods yet." Jacob muttered as he pulled open the car door and threw the jumpsuit in the backseat. Sirens wailed overhead and Jacob jumped, banging his head against the roof of the car.

"You're right." Dean hopped in his own car and started the engine, peeling out of the road. Jacob drove quickly down the road, only sticking to the back alleys that wouldn't cause any trouble, as his heart hammered in his chest. This was stupid. Why should he keep running? Either the police will get him, or something else will, but he probably won't live to see 30. Jacob had driven all night, only stopping to fill up on gas and to get a snack, and all day. He didn't sleep for a month, paranoid that a cop will see him and arrest him. It was hard only being 16 and already a fugitive.
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Jacob blinked when the foster parents came in and rushed over to James. Even with the saddened expressions on their face, their voices gave away every sign that they were truly pissed off. Jacob had the gift of learning about people from the way they talked. Whether they were happy or sad, nervous or exited. He could tell. And these people were not happy to see their foster son, or the girl, and didn't expect to let him off easy. Jacob's jaw clenched as he heard the anger in their voices. The soft hint of evil. The wife looked at Jacob with a sneer on her ugly face.

"Who are you?" She asked kindly, but it came out cold. Jacob's expression went back to a dull glare as she looked him over.

"Jacob." He replied, making sure his voice gave away what he thought of her. "I helped James get here." Jacob nudged his chin towards James and hoped he saw the look in his eyes. The look of sorrow and doubt.

[loekie]

“Possibly…” came the reply. James raised an eyebrow and shook his head “you’re in deep aren’t ya?” he concluded. He had a knack of reading people and their interpret their actions and behaviours.

The blonde boy had had to learn quickly with a father like his. It was just his way of survival. He remembered one time he’d been in his room drawing before he would have to go to bed. His father had not yet returned from work and he was getting agitated. That usually meant his father had gone of ‘with the guys’ to ‘get a drink or two’ whenever his father would come home on such a night, it would be more dangerous then normal to face the old man. The boy his father, he really did, and usually there would not even be any problems, but that all could suddenly change. The slightest thing could set the old man of, and it was just easier to quickly learn how to spot those ooh so subtle changes and try your best to avoid an explosion then it was to get your ass kicked.

Later it had been useful to get to grips with the people he was living with. It was easier to know what you were up against, then to be completely in the dark. It had also been useful when he was thinking of excuses and lies to be able to tell if they were buying the crap you fed them. He had to say, he had proven to be quit the natural liar, what of course also had come in handy.

He turned his head to the woman that now stood near him as she asked who the other boy was. What on earth was she doing? He smirked inwardly. What did he care? He, however, did catch the other boy’s look of sorrow and doubt, another thing he seemed to have perfected. He seemed to be able to read other’s emotions from one glance, another valuable asset. Just as he was able to keep any emotion from his own face and his eyes never seemed to betray anything. He frowned inwardly at the boy’s look… what did the boy know? He would have to find out later. He however did answer and introduced himself in a tone, that, well, shall we just say wasn’t all that friendly. He smirked inwardly. If he’d used that tone against them would surely have killed him. The southerner however kept all this bottled up inside as he always did and gave the other quick, barely noticeable smile hoping to assure the his new classmate.

“Oh my god” the woman cooed once more “Thank you” she smiled ignoring the kid’s tone. It wasn’t important right now, beside, they wouldn’t really be seeing him again would they? “Can we give you a ride home?” she offered. Might as well try and be nice eh? The blonde boy smirked inwardly… And the Oscar goes too… He did realize though, the boy had probably gotten to the hospital by ambulance so his car would still be at school so there wasn’t really much of a choice was it? Unless, maybe if he was a keen walker.

Jana had watched all this quietly, with mixed feelings. She didn’t want James to go home yet. He was still hurt, and now the man would be really, really angry but she knew that the blonde southerner would hate to spent more time in the hospital. He had once told her it made him feel trapped and confined, which might be true, but at least he’d be safe wouldn’t he? And now some other boy was getting involved as well? She really didn’t know what to make of this yet. The blonde girl swallowed slightly. This was going to be interesting. She looked up at the boy she had just met and wondered if the boy had figured out yet what was going on. She then glanced over at the blonde teen. She just felt so helpless. There was nothing she could do to help him and it just pained her to see him like this. She knew he didn’t want her to worry, and she was grateful, but she couldn’t really pretend nothing happened when she heard the shouting and sounds could she?

James put a hand on the girl’s shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze as the woman turned to her husband “well, guess we should go get the paperwork in order” she smiled and headed out of the room the man nodded following her…

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob gave the woman a heartbreaking smile, trying to get her off his back. "No. That won't be necessary." He said in the most polite tone he has ever used in his life. He could still hear the horrible truth behind her voice as she turned back to her husband and they walked out of the room. Jacob wanted to scream after them, yell at them for what they were doing to their two adopted kids. Yes, he didn't have all the facts. But the look on the girl's face when the parents had come in, the wife's ugly tone and her fake act, and the boy's reassuring squeeze he gave to the little girl said enough. Jacob had never been with abusive parents. In fact, his aunt and uncle were possibly the best people in the world, but he knew what it felt like to be scared to go home, to never want to see the light of day, to feel...tired. He watched the unhappy family walk down the hall towards the front desk and a sigh escaped his lips. Jacob knew he shouldn't interfere with family business, but it wasn't like him to let pain go. Jacob slowly followed, rubbing the back of his neck and peeking over the wife's shoulder as she wrote on a clipboard. His eyes scanned the paper and he found the information he needed. He stood back up straight and back towards his uncle's office. Tanner was just walking out, helping a poor kid on crutches. he glanced up at Jacob and sighed.

"You got it?" He asked the small frail boy who nodded enthusiastically in response. The boy pushed himself off, loosing balance on the crutches several times but catching himself before he fell. Tanner shoved his hands in the pockets of his white overcoat and pressed his lips together as he looked Jacob up and down.

"Why are you still here?" he asked coldly. Jacob licked his lips.

"Just saying bye...but I can tell that you never want to see my face again." Jacob muttered turning away.

"Wait." Tanner called after him and Jacob stopped and slowly turned.

"What?"

"I'll take care of the paperwork. Jacob Smith right?" Tanner asked, picking a name off the top of his head.

"Jacob Rowling." He corrected, smiling slightly. Tanner nodded once and waved his hand, begging for Jacob to leave. He obeyed and retreated out of the hospital, James' family still at the front desk. He rubbed his sore shoulder and readjusted the back pack, so he could reach inside and grab the painkillers. He took two and began his walk back to the high school.

The sun was just setting in the sky by the time he reached his beloved Impala. School had been let out half and hour ago so his car was the only one left in the parking lot. Jacob licked his dry lips and jumped into the warm car, slamming the door after him. James' address circled in his head as he started the engine and pulled out into the quiet road. This was going to be a long night.

[loekie]

The blonde followed the man and woman out of the room and it wasn’t long before he was pushed into the car. He suppressed a groan and simply sat back in his seat as the car was sat in motion. When they arrived back home the blonde was hauled out of the car and practically dragged into the house. He shot a look over his shoulder at the girl and she gave a small nod heading upstairs to her room without a word. The woman smirked as she too left the men too it. She just hoped her husband didn’t someday, kill the boy. Not because she cared about him of course, but because that would just get them in too much trouble.

“What the hell are you playing at boy? Dragging us down to the hospital again!” the man his pinning the southerner against the wall. The boy winced slightly but otherwise kept his expression blank. He just really, really didn’t not have the energy to care anymore. Besides, it would only give the guy even more satisfaction, and that was something the blonde would just not let happen.

“It’s not like I drove down there myself” he shrugged unfazed.

This was something that unnerved the man slightly. The boy would always simply stand there and take the punishment, nothing but contempt and defiance. Never had he cried, yelled, screamed or did anything more then the occasional groan, his eyes fierce and insolent. The man however wasn’t going to let that bother him too much as it was just perfect for him whenever he needed a punching bag.

“Don’t you dare take that tone with me” he barked dangerously.

Then the same old routine of beatings and a few hours later he was left bleeding on the floor. He sighed pushing himself of the ground. He limped to his room where he fell onto the bed closing his eyes. He needed to get out of here… He was going to get completely and utterly wasted since he just didn’t want to think about anything for just one night. That wasn’t too bad was it? Before he could actually leave though there was the shuffling of footsteps and soon a small blonde head appeared next to him on the bed worriedly brushing away from strands that had fallen into his eyes. He smiled ignoring the sharp pain that was sent through his split lip. The girl grabbed his hand squeezing his lightly. He looked at her. “ s’alright sugar-pop” he assured “don’t worry your pretty little head about it” he added and she smiled. Yep, he was back to his same old self, and that somehow did reassure her. It wasn’t long before the blonde had fallen asleep and the boy smiled slightly as he put her back in her own bed.

He then picked up his jacket and snuck out his window glancing back at the house for a moment before making his way down the street towards the local club where he sat at the bar ordering himself a shot. He was just going to get pissed. It was his prerogative wasn’t it? and at the moment he didn’t have any more of the better stuff, so booze would have to make do for tonight. Some of his school-mates were there as well, but he hardly even noticed, let alone paid them any attention. He dug through his pockets to retrieve his packet of smokes and a lighter. His fingers brushed the familiar piece of paper once again and he briefly wondered, whether his father, if he would have known what his action would mean for his son, still would have gone through with it all? Most likely. The blonde smirked. Nothing could have stopped his old man, he was pretty sure of it. Hell, the boy took after his old man, or so he believed. He downed another shot and just told the woman behind the bar to keep them coming. She gave him a skeptical look but complied anyway. The kid looked like he’d could use it. Besides when he put on the charm, she had found, he could make a woman melt and make one do anything he wanted. The boy downed a new shot closing his eyes at the burning sensation the hard liquor made on it’s way down. James shook his head.. damn… he was tired of this. He smirked. Okay, so apparently he needed a lot more drinks before he could just simply let himself fall into that blissful unawareness and numbness that came after one got completely trashed.

[carmainefiasco]

Jacob passed James' house just in time to hear the quiet, yet harsh words, of the father as he laid one into the boy. Jacob winced. He could march in there, gun in hand, and drag the little girl and boy out of the house, but where would he take them? Bobby's? No, Bobby had no patience for kids. He even got pissed with Jacob a lot, who was more of an adult than about anybody. Dean's? No. Dean would scare the crap out of them. Tanner's? Possibly...but still a no. Tanner wouldn't be too happy if Jacob dropped off a pair of missing kids at his front door step. So Jacob just sat in the Impala, forgetting that the reason he had come here tonight, was to make sure his accusations of the parents were correct. And they were. Jacob had passed out for about ten minutes after everything got quiet, when he heard a window open. It wasn't loud enough to fully pull him from his slumber, but enough to catch his attention. He turned his head in the direction and let his eyes open at slants to look out. James crawled out of his window, his face well hidden so Jacob couldn't see the damage, and walk down the street. Jacob licked his lips and sat up in the Impala, starting the engine slowly so it didn't make that much of a noise. He had perfected that over the years. Usually, the engine would start up loud and hungry, but now, it was a hushed purr, barely sounding like a kitten sleeping far away. He pulled out into the street and turned onto another, having a faint notion of where he might go.

Jacob parked the car outside of a dingy club that sat not far down the street where James lived. He sighed, hating clubs, and kicked open the door of his Impala, too tired to actually open it. His feet pulled him into the club, where just like he expected, women too old to be dancing like they were, filled the joint. Jacob flinched when one winked at him as he made his way towards the bar, his shoulder hurting again. James sat near the end where the female bartender was working. He ordered drinks faster than Jacob had ever when he had had a bad night. Jacob pressed his lips tightly together and sat down on the squeaky stool, next to him.

"Don't kill yourself." He muttered to James as he showed the bartender his fake ID card.

"What can I get you?" She asked, her eyes still on James as he downed a shot.

"Whiskey. Neat." He rubbed his forehead and glanced at James through the corner of his eyes. Bruises had started to form under his eyes and his lip was cut pretty bad.

"You got it." The bartender smiled than gave James a worried look before she ushered herself back to get the whiskey bottle. She placed the shot gun on the bar in front of him and poured the amber liquid into it. Jacob smiled at her, not bothering to make it look real or persuasive, and downed the shot. His throat burned as the whiskey touched it, pulling him completely out of the groggy sleep.