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Post by colton on Dec 2, 2011 14:46:17 GMT -5
It was a bit after mid-day when he arrived, carrying nothing but a backpack slung over one shoulder. He'd dressed as warmly as he could, knowing that the fall chill was there to stay. Despite the weather, however, "as warmly as he could" was a relative term. Ripped jeans, a chain-decorated jacket, fingerless gloves, combat boots, and a knit hat were the best he could manage. In his pocket was the final accessory, but that would have to wait until he was in position. The mall had opened at ten o'clock that morning, and it would stay open until around seven that night. Saturday was the peak shopping day of the week, and Colton knew his plan would work. Everyone used the main doors. There were other ways in, of course, but these were located so centrally that the other entryways were mostly ignored. It was perfect, ideal for his plan. Setting his backpack on the ground next to him, Colton settled himself cross-legged on the ground in front of the doors. Then he withdrew the final accessory from his pocket: handcuffs. The key was safely tucked into the pocket of his jeans, and they wouldn't be coming off without it. Once he was sure there were no security guards around, he set his plan into action. It was funny, really, that nobody else had thought of this. The door handles were right next to each other, and threading anything between them would hold them closed. Colton reached up and closed one cuff around the door handle on his right. Then he eased the remaining cuff through the handle on his left. The chain of the handcuffs ran through the handles, ensuring that anyone trying to open one would be stopped by the other. The doors were effectively locked. Finally, Colton reached up and closed the second cuff around his left wrist. It was the perfect plan, a flawless way to foil their capitalist exploits. Nobody could open the doors unless they removed the handcuffs, and he wouldn't allow that to happen. Armed with a backpack full of food, he leaned back against the doors and settled in to wait. Outfit: www.polyvore.com/colton1/set?id=39976331 |
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Post by aran patrick myles on Dec 3, 2011 0:34:07 GMT -5
Shopping really wasn’t something that Aran often found himself doing. He was horrible at it, losing interest in minutes since he was not very good at just browsing and walking about with no intentions. Now, when he had something he was specifically looking for then he was perfectly okay with it. He wasn’t sure how many people went to the mall just to get one specific thing though as it was usually more of a hangout spot for people around his age. He couldn’t see a whole lot of the appeal in it but maybe that was because he had spent most of his free time outdoors, being active in the sunshine and all that nonsense. But he had decided that the mall would do today… only because his mother was having a cow over the apparently fact that she had no nice clothes to wear… for her date. Naturally, Aran was neither thrilled about the shopping nor the date, but he sucked up his feelings for both and just grinned as if he was the biggest fan of it all.
After several hours of following his ma around and assuring her that practically everything she tried on looked fine, she finally suggested that he have a look around and they could meet up later. Apparently he was cramping her shopping style and by all means he would not stand in her way to find the perfect outfit (so long as it wasn’t too skimpy). Aran happily departed the women’s clothing section in one of the many shops that he and his ma had visited that morning, deciding he was confident in whatever choice she decided to make.
Once broken free from his parent he quickly became aware that he had no idea what he was going to do in this place. There were plenty of people but not anyone who looked like they would be willing to stop and chat with him or give him any kind of company. Not too many seemed to be overly friendly either. Whenever he offered a smile after some awkward eye contact he would simply be given an even more awkward look. He shrugged it off though, continuing on at a carefree pace while taking in the scenery. Not that there was really much to see besides shops and people and things… just pointless things really, nothing that managed to catch his attention even once.
No, you could take that back. A very peculiar thing managed to catch his attention. It was strange enough to wipe any stupid smiling attempts from his face and now give his own very curious stare.
It seemed, from where he was standing, that a teenage boy had… or was… handcuffed to the doors Aran and his ma had entered through earlier on. What exactly he was doing, Aran hadn’t a clue. Maybe he was protesting something? There weren’t any signs throwing his cause for this protest out though… Maybe he was just being a rebellious teen? Aran had no clue, but knew he could find out. A guy who was handcuffed to doorways would surely be willing to explain himself, right?
“What's the craic, mate?” he asked, walking over toward the seated young man. He raised a brow at him and used one of his fingers to point up toward the handcuffs. “Protesting somethin’ or did someone put you here?” It was a rather curious sight.
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Post by colton on Dec 10, 2011 22:15:25 GMT -5
Colton looked up at the sound of a voice, surveying the other boy through his dark bangs. What did it look like he was doing? If he'd been forced into that position, then he certainly wouldn't have had the backpack of food, and he doubted that he would have been able to find such a comfortable position. "What the hell does it look like?" he replied calmly, and reached into his backpack for a snack. There were only a few different things, but there were plenty of them. After a few moments of searching, he found a candy bar and tore the wrapper with his teeth.
After chewing for a moment, though, he returned to surveying the other. He wasn't anyone he'd seen around before, but he did look close enough to him in age to go to the high school. "You go to school around here, yeah?" Maybe this new kid would have heard of him. Colton had spent years building a reputation of rebellion, purely in hopes that others would hear of him and join his cause. Rebelling on his own was difficult. One person was easy to arrest or carry away. He needed a group, a band of dedicated followers. Maybe this boy could be one of them.
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Post by aran patrick myles on Dec 10, 2011 22:49:40 GMT -5
Well, well, he didn't seem at all shy, this one. Then again you probably would not find too many reserved people handcuffed to doorways, now would you? Aran merely cocked a brow at him while cracking an amused half grin. His hand had dropped back to his pockets and he continued to take a few steps toward the shaggy haired protestor. Aran still wasn't clear on what he was doing but could guess that he had obviously put himself there. Why? Maybe he was plain crazy and felt like he needed a bit of attention.
Now that Aran had gotten closer up he realized that this guy was all set. He had a backpack from which he produced a candy bar and Aran could bet his money that the guy had plenty more supplies stocked away. You know, so he could sit out here for ours on end without starving to death. Seemed quite boring in Aran's opinion but to each his own.
"Looks like you're not planning on using the john for a few hours," Aran finally answered him with a shrug. "Or... moving." Aran wrinkled his nose at the thought of sitting on the floor of a shopping center for longer than a few minutes. He had a hard enough time sitting in a desk at school so obviously he would not be the type for these sit-in protest things.
"That I do," Aran replied with a firm nod while staring down at him. "Reckon you do as well judging from the question. You got a name then?"
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