Too close for comfort [Leo/Joelle]

[LEO MARKER]

Now Leo had been hoping on getting rescued sometime soon. He hadn’t spoken to his stepdad since he left his home so he was hoping some kind of alert had been raised by now, unless of course they had told his step father that he was a child murderer, a murderer of inmates and whatever else he’d been accused of. That would not go down too well but surely a conversation would settle any doubt, and then the government could be alerted and they could rescue him. This was plan A, plan B was slightly more sketchy because it included escaping. It had occurred to him today that he didn’t know the island half as well as he should have if he were to be successful, which was precisely the reason that he’d brought himself to the woods. Forests had always fascinated him, the trees being so big and all. He’d always felt like he was the worst predator inside of them but today that confidence was somewhat sketchy and he was feeling just a little bit on edge as the wind howled. It was rather windy today and the air held a cold chill in it. Of course the prison hadn’t prepared the prisoners for weather like this and their provided clothing held little warmth. Leo was wrapped up though, as wrapped up as he could be with what he had. He wore the provided trousers and a teeshirt which he’d strategically covered with a hoody. He was tempted to go and appeal for better clothing, or maybe even his own clothing, he had no clue where his luggage had been from the crash, but he knew the chances were low anyway. It was just so chilly. It must have been the sea air.

He sighed as he leant up against a tree. This forest was the most freedom he’d ever get again, and even so he was surrounded by trees, almost like being in a tunnel with no light at the end. That was pretty much the exact description of the expiry date of his life. He couldn’t understand how any of it could have happened. He’d never been so evil to deserve to be put down. He wasn’t a rabid dog. It just wasn’t right. The dark haired male ran his hands through his hair as he thought of everything which had occurred in the past month. He’d never had so much time to think before and he’d never been so alone. Even with his new friend Libbi he was still alone, he was going to die alone or maybe there’d be an audience of people who hated him. It was absolutely disgusting and there was nothing he could do. He tried to think more positively of Libbi but what positives were there to even take, he was after sex from her more than anything. He wasn’t picky in prison. He couldn’t say she was a nice girl because she was on death row. It was easy to have fun with her and she did have a contagious sense of humour but sex would always be the extent of their relationship. He wasn’t too ready to pick up a relationship based upon feelings, he couldn’t trust himself. It would end, he would be killed or she would be killed, or they’d end up heartbroken and how could you deal with a broken heart inside of here? More so he could easily get possessive of girls. It had happened in the past and he didn’t like the way he behaved then, he only pushed them away in the end. For now sex was great, but escape was better.


OOC : : Sorry, it is awful. It is 2am though

[JOELLE BRADY]

Joelle's execution date was getting closer by the day, and she knew it. Already, her visits to the execution room for mental torture had increased in amount. She was glad that she had finally found a day that she was free. Instead of staying holed up in her room - which was her norm - she opted to go outside. Joelle didn't think she'd be able to take the sounds of the place for much longer. And she figured some fresh air might be able to make that feeling in the pit of her stomach go away.

Joelle had her sweatshirt wrapped tightly around her, but it did absolutely nothing to block out the cold. Her cheeks were slowly getting pink, and her hair swirled around her in the wind. The farther Joelle walked, the more she began thinking. She was going to die very, very soon. And it wouldn't be a quiet death. There was no way in hell Joelle was going quietly. She would die fighting. But death...Joelle had never really been a religious person. She had been babtised a Christian but had never gone to church.

Was she an atheist? Did that mean that the end of Joelle was really the end? Joelle shivered...not from the cold but from the creepiness of her thoughts. She shook her head and stopped in front of a huge tree. She leaned up against it and slowly sank to the ground. She closed her eyes. Something wet rolled down her cheek...Joelle realized she was crying. Not once in her life had Joelle cried...well, not that she would admit, anyway.

The tears became continuous, and soon Joelle was sobbing. She furiously wiped away the tears with her sleeves, but to no avail. They were just spilling out too much at once. Joelle looked around her. She was fine with crying...as long as she was alone. She would just about die if someone else was out here. Crying was like a weakness in Joelle's mind, and Joelle wasn't a weak person. Joelle sighed furiously and hit her hand against the tree.

"Fuck!" she yelled. She had sliced it across the rough bark, and now the skin was scraped. This only caused her tears to further. She slammed her head against the tree and just let the tears flow. She didn't care anymore. If someone was out there, well fuck them.

OOC: nah, it was perfect (: /dislikes sad joelle haha.