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Chivy Darrell ([personal profile] lostandfinder) wrote in [community profile] windandstorm2009-10-02 08:28 pm
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first encounter ; 0 days

If there were any luck in the world, Chivason would have been sound asleep by now. He'd had a wonderful dinner — courtesy of sweet, old Mrs. Jann — and he'd eaten enough to be pleasantly drowsy, and then some. To cap it all off, she'd offered him a bed (a bed) and tucked him in as only a grandmother could. He didn't really have much to worry about, still having a few valuables tucked away in his knapsack, enough to cover a few weeks even if she decided to change her mind about letting him stay free-of-charge, and he certainly hadn't been here long enough to need to think about moving on.

Whatever the reason, though, he stayed in bed long enough to need to roll over half a dozen times before he finally gave up. Carefully tucking the blanket back under the pillow, he snagged his knapsack and tiptoed outside. He let his mind drift as he walked, hoping it would help him relax enough to actually sleep. He had liked his last stop, even gone so far as to make a few friends. He should have known better than to try helping Lia find her necklace. She was too excited when she asked him if he would walk with her. He scoffed softly at himself— then tripped, tried to catch himself, and faceplanted in the dirt.
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polarization: (〉 can't you see i'm a fool?)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-13 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
"No," he said carefully. "But... I don't doubt people have been looking for me."
polarization: (〉 on the borderline of the edge)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-13 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Someone did," Sefton refuted.
polarization: (〉 they're gonna throw it back to you)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-13 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Nine months," Sefton answered quietly, almost immediately.
polarization: (〉 wishing that heroes; they truly exist)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-13 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
"No, that's not..." Sefton grunted and shook his head against the wall. "Whatever."
polarization: (〉 the only one that i have ever known)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Why would they?" Sefton asked, shifting his head down against his knees.
polarization: (〉 they're gonna throw it back to you)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Who says they're not gonna hand us off somewhere else?"
polarization: (〉 the fire in your heart is out)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
There was a short pause before Sefton replied. "Experience?"
polarization: (〉 got lost in the game)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
"First time someone got dragged in with you, you mean," Sefton summarized. He sounded annoyed at the situation. Of all the times for Chivy to get caught with a false accomplice... why did it have to be with him?
polarization: (〉 if it's just for today)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Hours passed, and the silence stretched out. Besides the occasional attempt to stir up a conversation from either side, it seemed they always gravitated to the same subject as before: namely, when they might be released, or if they would be at all.

The point for this round went to Chivy. Just as Sefton was ready to nod off and perhaps sleep away some of the panic and worry eating him alive, an officer appeared. The officer first unlocked Chivy's cell, then, by the time he had moved on to Sefton's, he was already standing and cautiously making his way to the door—what was going on? Had they found his parents? Or...?

"C'mon, kiddos," the officer beckoned. "Looks like you're both off the hook."
polarization: (〉 everyday i wake up and it's Sunday)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton trailed a few feet behind Chivy, similar thoughts going through his head. The officer simply nodded as he led them to the front office. "Really."
polarization: (〉 backbeat,the word is on the street)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton simply shook his head. They weren't out of the woods yet.

When they arrived at the front, the officer was quick to inform Sefton that he was free to go. Chivy, however, would have to claim his things—unfortunately, the police wouldn't be able to return much more than the clothes that had been in his bag, along with the bag itself. Sefton, unsure of what to do now that the mini-crisis was over (look for a job? Head for the next town already?), simply leaned against the wall near the entrance and waited. The chatter in the background was surprisingly mundane, Sefton found, considering the fair that was probably still going on. Seemed as though the town was a little on the boring side, if this was an exciting day for the place.

"... department up in Vermont for you."

What? Sefton found his eyes automatically looking for the source of that voice. Much like when his name was called in a crowd, it stood to reason that places he was also familiar with would stand out from the rest of the humdrum of police station. It looked like one of the younger officers was talking to the one that had originally made his and Chivy's arrest, near the far end of the room. Stomach dropping to his shoes and heart leaping to his throat, Sefton kept his eyes on the officer, hoping to glean more from the conversation. Just in case.
polarization: (〉 see my problem is this)

[personal profile] polarization 2009-12-15 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sefton stiffened as the conversation continued. As soon as his name had been uttered, he was already leaning away from the wall and heading toward the exit. His panic had almost completely taken over and he knew he had to leave—now—but moving too quickly would have put more attention on him. Mentally apologizing to Chivy, he stepped out of the station, walking briskly past the windows in front, until he was no longer in within immediate sight.

Then, Sefton ran. Thankfully, there were few people on the walkway thanks to the fair, so it made mad dashing a lot easier. Deciding that there was enough space to be a little more reckless, he slowed momentarily to slip off his shoes and socks in two, efficient movements, and continued to run. It was a trick he'd learned as a young child: if he repelled objects while running, he could cover more distance with each stride, effectively speeding himself up.

It was all he could do to get away before the police realized that they'd lost their quarry. He didn't have much money left, but he resolved to go as far as it would take him and hole up there for a while. Once again, he found himself apologizing to someone who wasn't even there.

Sorry, Chivy.