chaos gives you stars

You must have chaos within you to give life to a dancing star.

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[bonnie-richardson]

cedricsullivan:

Cedric fished for the bottles as she gestured them out, unscrewing the cap and drowning the drink – thankfully water, though he wouldn’t have opposed to anything else. “Nah, fuck that,” he answered as she suggested they’d take out, pushing back the door. He could feel the drugs kicking in the instant he stood on his own two feet. Where there should have been pain, there was a light daze instead. Sure, he might be risking fucking up his legs like this, but Cedric had risked far more prior; this was just another to add onto the risk.

“I’m going to take you on a real date, all proper and what not,” he stated, gesturing her forward. “We’re going to eat on with silverware and food on the god damn table like a real classy meal,” he stated, extending his arm forward. “Whatever you like,” he swore, gesturing them forward. 

Turning a corner, Bonnie stopped at the red light and turned toward the curly haired man in her passenger seat, it was the first time she really got a good look at him and she couldn’t help but notice just how attractive he was. Sure he was rough around the edges but in todays world she was surprised who wasn’t. Being so distracted by him in the passenger seat, it took her a while to realise exactly what he was saying to her until he began gesturing to her and she snapped out of her stupor.

“What? You don’t have to do that, really.” She blushed, quickly moving off when the traffic lights turned green and pulling up in a space by the curb. Shooting Cedric an apologetic look, Bonnie reached over into the glove compartment and took out her diabetic reader, quickly piercing her finger and checking the reading on it. “Sorry if this grosses you out, I hadn’t the chance to do this yet” She apologised, bringing the finger to her lips to try and stop the bleeding while waiting for it to calculate her levels.

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

“Still got that car?” he questioned, using the crutches to keep balance as they moved towards the parking lot. Cedric tossed them into the back seat once she opened the door, falling in after. “Chinese sounds good,” he answered, reaching into his bag and taking off the hospital robe and exchanging it for his clothes instead, uncaring of what she saw. Cedric had never been shy. 

“Best hurry,” he went on, glancing back at the hospital and noting a few security guards having already barged out the hospital doors, no doubt pissed over the unpaid bills and stolen crutches. Some elderly was going to have a hard time getting around tonight. Cedric didn’t care. “Got any water?” he questioned as he dug through his things, pulling out a tube filled with capsules and swallowing two without waiting. If he were lucky, he wouldn’t even feel his legs for the rest of the night. 

[bonnie-richardson]

Upon seeing him freely change his clothes without a care of whether she was watching, Bonnie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and quickly turned the car on and reversed so that they were able to get out of the car park. It wasn’t long until they were on the road and Bonnie couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wander toward Cedric’s figure, wincing slightly when he dry swallowed two pills. 

“Yeah, there should be a couple bottles in there.” She spoke while lifting her bag up and offering it to the male in the car with her so that she wouldn’t have to take her eyes off of the road. The roads around this area were well known to her, she knew most of the takeout places within a wide radius and she could feel her energy draining, knowing that she hadn’t checked her blood sugars in a while, so she knew that she would need to get some food in her quickly before anything else happened. “What dish did you want me to get you? I’ll run in and get it so you don’t have to get back on the crutches if you want?”

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

“Yes,” he answered, pushing the wheel chair aside as he balanced himself on the wall, grabbing the crutches next. This would be a temporary situation, he was convinced. Cedric was always a fast healer anyhow, and even if it weren’t, he’d still push himself by the end of the week. For now, he made a promise to a girl he barely knew, though the same one who had done more for him than most had done in their entire life time. Even if she had ran him over. 

“Where’d you want to eat?” he asked once they were several feet from the hospital entrance. “Shit’s on me,” he promised, words that he meant to keep, especially after how excited she seemed when he made the suggestion. This would be an odd one, that much he was sure of.

[bonnie-richardson]

Leaving the hospital, Bonnie couldn’t help but look over her shoulder one last time even though she knew that there was no one following the two even though they did look rather suspicious looking in a way. Fishing her keys out of her bag, Bonnie had to try and remembered where she had parked the car before her attention was stolen by the boy who she had just stolen for. 

“Huh? Oh god yeah, I nearly forgot.” She admitted, her eyes lifting to his as she gave him a wide smile and unlocked the door so that it would be easy for the two of them to get in. “I’ll have anything really, but what if we got ourself a chinese or something and then we just go somewhere and hang out?” 

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

“Sure, why the hell not,” Cedric answered, faltering for a moment as he shrugged, his fingers curling onto the handle of the wheelchair, winching at the bump within their stroll. This wouldn’t be an easy walk, the pain in his leg too real, though the hospital growing stingy with the better drugs. It wasn’t much to worry for, however. Self-medication wasn’t a foreign concept for Cedric. What was was this whole thing he was doing with this girl. He bite his tongue as he watched her scurry away. “Just be quick, yeah?” he told her. 

He didn’t do assistance, not on stage or in life. Other people weren’t reliable, often caused more trouble than they were worth. He couldn’t trust people. Still… He craned his neck outward, his eyes pealed for the girl who would prove her worth or lack there of at any moment. He tapped impatiently from the corner he stood, his eyes set on the door. If he timed it just right, he could have wheeled himself out right when the nurse turned her head away. His gaze fluttered from two halls: the one he expected Bonnie to return from and the one that offered him his escape. Gripping onto the chair tighter, Cedric inhaled deeply. Any moment now… 

[bonnie-richardson]

Leaving the male in the hallway wasn’t something that she really wanted to do, she wasn’t sure she could trust him from doing anything too brash but she hardly had a choice. It seemed like every second she was looking around to make sure that no nurses were following her, after all her hair was hardly a normal colour so blending in was not an option. It took longer than she thought it would but she finally got into the ward and spotted a pair of crutches almost instantly, she just had to get past the patients who were around them.

Treading lightly, Bonnie was able to take the crutches in her hands without making a sound and quickly turned to exit the same way she came in. Looking at her watch she realised just how long she’s been gone and began to speed her steps up to bring herself to Cedric faster. Spotting him at the end of the hall, her strides became longer until she was stood in front of him with a smile on her face as she tried to get her breath back. “That’s one of the most stressful things I’ve ever done.” She chuckled, pushing her hair out of her face before lifting the crutches up and giving him soft smile. “Want to get out of here?”

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[bonnie-richardson]

cedricsullivan:

Cedric pause as she stopped her, blinking back at her request. This girl just wouldn’t go easy. “You sure ‘bout that? I am right about to commit a felony,” he warned, brows knitted together as he watched her carefully, waiting for her to budge, though it didn’t seem like it was happening. Either way, this would be a lot easier with her on board. “Right then,” he agreed, wheeling himself towards the elevator. “Been thinking ‘bout this for a bit and I kept going, where do they keep crunches? Then it hit me. Old people,” he exclaimed, slapping his hands together. “And where do they stick old people? Where they keep expecting them to die, but they never do. So we’re heading down to the ICU, gonna steal a pair of crunches, and get me the fuck out of here,” he explained, stretching his arm out for the elevator, arching forward in his spot to reach.

He paused right after to face her, words quickly pouring out of him before she could refuse him. “Know it’s a bit much, but you ain’t leaving anyhow. Anyway, you do this, and we’ll go to the nicest place in town. My treat,” he swore, his hands locked on the wheels. “Anything you want,” he swore, just as the elevator swung open. Cedric turned his head, ready to move forward, only cursing internally as his doctor stood on the other end, his eyes shut as he prayed that she wouldn’t recognize him.

It seemed as though Bonnie was surprising herself, she would usually avoid things like this and definitely would steer clear of felonies but she seemed comfortable in the situation so didn’t want to leave this man on his own. Widening her eyes when hearing his ideas and reasoning on how he’d get the crutched, she bit back a smile and just nodded along with his ideas, though rather out there, what he was saying made sense so she could’t find fault, other than the fact it wasn’t the nicest thing to do. Standing just to one side of him, Bonnie made sure to keep an eye out for the people on the ward before her eyes were locked onto his again in shock.

If someone had told her a few days ago that she would be asked out by the same guy she had ran over with her car, Bonnie knew she wouldn’t have believed them but here she was. “R-really?” She managed to choke out, her cheeks beginning to glow a soft red. “I.. I’d like that.” Letting her eyes drop to the floor, a smile began to tug at her lips and she quickly stood behind the male again so she was able to take hold of the handles of hs wheelchair so she’d be able to wheel him out quickly. 

[artoftranslation]

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

Cedric stayed silent as she handed him her bag, watching as she ducked into the room, and looking down at the pouch in his lap. She was too trusting, to just hand him her bag, and expect him not to steal anything. If she were anyone else, he might have. Instead he held it close, peaked around him to ensure that no one was paying attention to the duo, and extending his head towards the doorway, in a hopeless attempt to look through the window to see if she was making it out alright. Finally, the colorful headed girl returned, displaying a bag with his name on it, ironically in a form that he would have offered.

“Brilliant,” he answered, exchanging it for her bag. Looking back at the girl, Cedric bite his tongue, sticking his hand into the now opened pouch. “Hey, you want to see a magic trick?” he asked, sitting up in his seat. “Alright, go ahead and look in,” he offered, pushing the sides of the bag to further reveal the inside of it. “All you see is clothes, right?” he questioned, waiting for the nod to follow before turning it back his direction. “Watch and behold,” Cedric began, one hand hovering over the bag. “Abracadabra,” he called, one hand reaching inside and plucking out a rose, offering her the flower. “Thanks for this and all. I can get myself out from here,” he assured, his hands on the wheels.

[bonnie-richardson]

To say she was studdened when the rose waspresented to her was an understatement, Bonnie never had stuff like this happen to her, taking the rose from his hand she slowly lifted it up to her nose so she was able to smell it before a smile appeared on her lips. Fluffing her hair up, she was able to slip the flower into it and use one of her bobby pins to keep it in place before the boy caught her attention once more by trying to move away from her.

“Wait.” She stated, throwing the bag onto her back she moved back over to him and gave him a soft smile. “Can I help? Please?” She wasslightly surprised that she was asking the male’s permission to stay but she wouldn’t want to outstay her welcome if he didn’t want her there. “I mean you’re going to want someone to keep you company right? I can give you a lift home if you want me to?” If anything, Bonnie wanted to get along with this male, he put on this hard front but he couldn’t keep it up, at least that’s what she noticed anyway. “The rose is beautiful by the way, I’ve.. I’ve never been given one before so thank you.”

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

“Fuck that,” Cedric answered between gritted teeth. “Hate hospitals. I don’t belong in any. Just get me my clothes and buzz off,” he answered. “I don’t need no help from anybody,” he went on stubbornly, his arms crossed over his chest, fingers curling around the card she gave him. She was right, in the long run. She didn’t deserve his yelling or curses, despite having run him over. Hell, it was almost ironic, given how many times he faked being crushed under a car, and then finally having it happen, and yet he wanted nothing from her. Maybe he was getting soft, but Cedric liked to think that he had his own set of moral rules, like how they say there were honor amongst thieves or some other bullshit. Either way, he still needed her to get his clothes.

“Come on, just go grab ‘em. I’ll get dressed, get fucked up and won’t feel a thing,” he swore, smacking his opposite leg. “See. Don’t even hurt a bit,” he went on, peaking behind them to ensure that no one was around. Any of the nurses in passing seemed too occupied with their own lives and his own was out of sight, as far as he could tell. “Name’s Sullivan. Cedric Sullivan. Just be quick with it,” he encouraged.

[bonnie-richardson]

Allowing a sigh to escape her lips, Bonnie just nodded and decided to humour the man and get him something to wear so he could preserve what was left of his dignity. "Can you at least hold this for me then?” She questioned while handing him her backpack, not giving him the chance to reply before she disappeared into the room to find any sort of clothing for the male in the wheelchair. Once she was in the room she was able to relax without worrying about the curly haired guy, Cedric as he had just told her, getting on her case once again.

Her eyes were darting around the room, she found the bagged items of clothing with the patients names written upon them and began to root through them to find the male’s clothing. She hadn’t been searching for long when she came across a bag with Cedric sullivan written on the side, which brought a smile to her face and she quickly jumped out of the room and presented it to him as her smile grew even wider. “Ta dah!”

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

“You wanna run me over and think a cheap tattoos gonna fix all that?” he questioned, biting down the groan on his lips as he adjusted himself into the wheelchair. “I might’ve needed surgery or some shit because of you. You lucky my hair’s so thick or my head might’ve busted open,” he stated, though the registry of the nurse mentioning a slight concussion returning to him, going further ignored by the male who hated hospitals and the impending mortality that surrounded them. “You been leaving me ‘nuff scars,” he muttered, leaning back in his seat. Admittedly, the idea of a free tattoo wasn’t too bad. Tattoo artists weren’t the kind to fuck with, usually buff with angry expressions, or having friends of the same sort. Still, this one would be too easy; she was willingly offering herself to him, yet he wouldn’t take it. He wouldn’t trick her, not this one. His hand tightened at the card in his hand at the thought. No, she didn’t deserve that.

“Fuck you, that’s my name,” he answered, groaning as they passed a tight turn. “Be careful,” he complained, keeping his head down. “And quiet,” he continued as he shrunk in his seat, surprised that a girl so tall with rainbow hair and one whose head was as large as his went unnoticed by all the hospital staff that moved from one room to the next. “Stop,” he paused, his hand abruptly on the wheel to crease all motion. “Hold on, I’m nude under this. They store clothes in there,” he stated, gesturing towards the sign. “Would do it myself, but you know. Bit broken here and there,” an urge to lift his legs stifled by a cry of pain that unwillingly slipped through his teeth.

[bonnie-richardson]

“Excuse me?” She spoke up, stopping the wheelchair completely and walking around so that she was looking at him face to face rather than speaking to him over his shoulder. She couldn’t understand why the male in front of her was being so rude, she had been nothing but nice to him since he had woken up. Not only had he insulted her tattoos, calling them cheap when she knew that people travelled to get inked by her, but he had also outrightly sworn at her when she merely asked for a name. “I am sorry for what I did but at least I’m trying to apologise and make it up to you! I’ve been here since the ambulance brought you in! I don’t even like hospitals but I’m the only person here willing to help you, so a little politeness and maybe some forgiveness wouldn’t go amiss!”

Walking back so she was pushing the wheelchair once more, she stopped again when coming to a separate corridor, sending a puzzled look toward the back of the unnamed male’s head when he stopped the wheel himself. “Lovely, I just wanted to know that you weren’t wearing anything.” She responded dryly before walking them over so that she was able to open a door, pausing when she heard the cry of pain escape from the boy’s lips. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, her voice becoming soft again as she began to worry for the dark haired man. “I mean you need to get that in a plaster don’t you? I’ll still be waiting here and my offer still stands?”

[bonnie-richardson]

Now you have my handsome face everywhere you go.

[artoftranslation]

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

He waited until the nurse left to turn to her, inhaling deeply with a sob story of how her little stunt would cost him his life soon, that the nurse had just told him that he was suffering some unstoppable internal bleeding, or some other bullshit like that. “You really gonna blame me for running me over?” he interjected half way through her half-arsed apology, brows knitted together in annoyance as he urged the seat forward with a click of a button. He could feel the pain in his leg at the motion, but bite his tongue, instead keeping up his annoyance, right until the moment she placed the card on his bed stand.

He blinked back at he looked upon the card, timidly reaching his fingers for the object, as if it were an alien that crashed down from space, landing by his bedside. He eyed the front cover, opening the insides to find various drawings inside, too many to count, but each complimenting the other in its own way, adding to the collage inside the card that wished him a full recovery. It was odd, looking at it. No one had ever given him a card before, not for birthdays or hospital visits or even Christmas. At least, not since he left home. Shutting the card, he turned back to the girl.

“Don’t need no help,” he answered, shutting the card and placing it back onto the stand. “You got your apology; now just go,” he muttered, his head turned for the male across from him, who had a tube in his mouth and a beeping machine tied to his body. “Oh fuck it,” he cursed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stay there, staring at the boy for hours to come. Cedric hated hospitals; they were only a reminder of his impending mortality. “Help me out of here then,” he stated, attempting his swing his feet over, hopping on one despite what the nurse insisted earlier about getting it casted.

[bonnie-richardson]

Raising an eyebrow, Bonnie couldn’t figure out the male’s bewildered expression on seeing the card in the time she was given before he had began to speak again. She wanted to argue with him even more than what she knew she would, he was not only shrugging off of her apology but now wanted her to help him leave the hospital.

“I really am sorry.” She sighed, stepping forward so that she could offer a hand to the boy, wrapping her arm around his waist and helping him into the nearest wheelchair as she knew it would be the fasted way for them to leave if she wasn’t able to convince him otherwise. “I mean if there is anything I could do other than cause even more injury to your leg? Like I could offer you a free tattoo?” She gave him a large smile, hoping that maybe he would accept her new offer, making sure one hand was on the wheelchair so the guy couldn’t move it.

“I never caught your name by the way, like I should at least know your name before I help you leave the hospital.” She spoke, her hands wrapping around the handles on the wheelchair and beginning to move it so that she was able to open the door with her back and pull him through with her. She had kind of hoped that the nurse would be coming back to try and stop them but Bonnie saw no sight of her at all, it was as if she had left the ward completely.

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

Cedric woke up with a splitting headache and the taste of copper in his mouth. It wasn’t the first time he woke up in such a position, but the sterile walls and hard bed that didn’t belong to some shabby motel did throw him off. When he attempted to sit up, a mess of wires followed him. Blinking back, Cedric tried to recall the last thing he was doing. He was running away from some guy who was threatening to kill him, just as they always did, and then… He blacked out. Yanking the wires out, Cedric attempted to rise from his seat, only to feel a pain in his leg. He cursed out loud, hearing the sound of footsteps following quickly, a woman dressed in blue robes urging him back to his seat.

"I’m fine," he went on stubbornly, but the woman wouldn’t have him standing up now, telling him that his leg needed a fast. "Fucking hell," he muttered as he rested back against the hard bed, allowing the woman to head back over to redo each of the items he had taken out. Glancing about, he noticed that he had a roommate, one whom was snoring peacefully. Bouquets of flowers surrounded the male, a card placed on a table, and two large teddy bears in one anothers grasp leaning against it. Cedric’s area was empty. "Fucking hate hospitals," he spat after the woman finished, looking back her. "What’s his deal?" he questioned, gesturing towards the male.

"That’s Mason. He’s your new roommate. Poor kid got into a car accident, just like you. Only you’ve definitely got off more lucky. Poor kids comatosed," she announced with a soft sigh before turning back to Cedric. "Is there anyone I can call for you? To pick you up once we get a cast on your leg?"

Cedric shook his head. “No one,” he answered, repeating the word more harshly again as the woman began to insist that there must have been someone. “There’s no one,” he stated firmly, his brows knitted in irritation. It was then where he spotted the girl with the pink hair watching with wide eyes. “She just gonna keep staring at him like that or is she gonna come in?” he questioned.

The nurse shook her head. “Oh no, she’s not here for Mason. She’s here for you. She was the driver. She’d like a chance to apologize if you’d allow her.”

Cedric had half a mind to tell both of them to piss off, but he bit his tongue instead, nodding his head. Maybe he could get something out of this in the end. “Yeah, alright. Let her in.”

[bonnie-richardson]

She had been sat outside the boy’s room for a while until the nurse rushed in and she leaped to her feet to look through the door and make sure he was okay. Seeing him argue with the nurse helped bring her some relief as she saw there was still life left in within him. She had been stood at the door for a brief amount of time until she found herself looking into the eyes of the man she ran over and gulped slightly. Seeing that she was being waved in by the nurse, Bonnie took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in, nervously knotting her hands together as she did so. 

In her bag she had a get well soon card for the boy that she had ended up drawing all over it with the different designs which had came into her head while she was in the hospital café, but she doubted that he would take. Walking up the the end of the bed, she offered him a smile as the nurse left them to check up on another patient within the ward. “Hi, I’m Bonnie.” She finally spoke after a few seconds of silence which took up the awkward air between them. 

“Look I’m really really sorry about knocking you over, I mean I know I shouldn’t have been speeding and if you want to press charges then sure but like you shouldn’t have ran into the road!” Raising an eyebrow at the boy, she sighed and fished the card out for him and placed it on his bed side table just giving him another apologetic look. “I am so sorry again, I was just in a rush, its just my client wanted a thigh piece done and I woke up late and.. you probably don’t want to hear about my problems so I’ll shut up now.” Tapping her fingers across the back of her other hand, Bonnie felt like she needed to fill the silence and began to speak once more. “Do you know how much longer you’re in here? I mean I couldn’t help but over hear that theres no one for them to call so like if you need a lift or whatever I can help? As my way of saying sorry.” 

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

[cedricsullivan]

"You’re dead," a harsh voice called, as the man with the torn sleeves and angry tee pushed himself to his seat, moving for the curly haired boy who robbed him of all the contents in his wallet.

Cedric smiled, an annoyingly smug kind of smile, turning his head just prior to to reaching the door. “I’m immortal,” he answered, a phrase he often found himself believing when his heart pumped the way it did and his heels kissed the pavement like a lover seconds away from being caught where he shouldn’t have been.

He ran down the block, swerving into the open street. He could hear the raspy voice shouting profanities behind him, all that went ignored as he fell into a crowd, his pace dropping as he became another face in the dozen. The man was less of a buffoon than he originally imagined, and the six foot tall boy with the distinguishable head of hair soon found himself in need of his wit again.

"This psychopath’s trying to kill me!" he shouted to anyone who would listen, concerned looks from passing faces glancing between his face, the one of youth, and the other who wrecked of a prison sentence. The man shouted back too, accusations of how he stole his money, but Cedric was quick to respond. "Oh, come off it. I look like I got a death wish?" he questioned, to which the angry man became a bull again, running with his horns pointed for the boy.

Cedric was back running again, kicking faster and pushing people out of the way now. Shrieks sounded on either side, but he barely noticed. He moved towards the streets, deciding he needed a faster sort of transportation now. His legs were tall and his endurance strong, but his lungs were burning and his plans were shifting.

He found himself in the midst of the road, waving his hands for the vehicle to stop, only it didn’t. It never slowed, not when he cursed or shouted, but it definitely accelerated. It was a step too short, meant to move out of the way, but the man caught the corner of his eyes and the car the rest of him in the next flickering moment.

[bonnie-richardson]

Closing the door quite harshly behind her, Bonnie shakily lifted the phone to her ear as the call went through to the ambulance service. “Thank god you answered!” She gasped down the phone as she dropped down on her knees beside the curly haired man, her hand coming up to feel for a pulse, relief flooding her system when she felt one. “I’m on third street, I knocked a man over with my car, I think I was going around sixty when I impacted with him- yes I do know it was a forty zone. Just come quickly please.” Putting the phone to one side, Bonnie leant over the dark haired male and ignored the people who were beginning to crowd around the both of them, her attention focusing on the man who was obviously injured, 

“Please be okay.” She whispered, her hand ghosting his cheek as she gently rolled his head back, sucking in a breath when seeing the blood on the side furthest away from her. Looking around frantically, Bonnie stared toward the direction he knew the ambulance would come in and let out a relieved sigh when seeing it stopping just meters away. She could hear the paramedic’s talking but just sat back on her feet as she watched them strap the unnamed boy up and ask her if she was the one who made the call. 

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’ll follow behind, I know I’ll need to talk to someone about the accident. Please just make sure he’s okay.” She asked the man who nodded and closed the door of the ambulance. Picking her phone back up she phoned the studio and told them what happened while getting into the car and strapping herself in. Putting her phone back into her pocket, Bonnie indicated and began to follow behind the ambulance, biting down on her lip to try and stop her hands from shaking. The drive wasn’t long and she found herself stood in the corner of the dark haired male’s room, wanting to apologize to him as soon as he woke up now that she’d talked to the police. 

[bonnie-richardson]

help me help you.

It seemed as if the month so far was doing nothing for Bonnie, she had woken up late for yet the ninth time within two weeks and was incredibly late for a consultation with a new customer who was hoping to get a tattoo from her. Biting into a piece of toast, Bonnie left the apartment in a hurry, nearly forgetting to lock the door, and ran down the stairs while pulling her hair up into a top not so it looked as if she hadn't just woken up by the time she had gotten to the studio. Her car was easy to find, she never parked it too far away from the entrance way to the apartment building for situations just like this one, and she easily started it up and began to drive to work, her foot pressing down on the acceleration as she noticed the time on the dashboard.

It was at that moment that Bonnie dropped her phone and decided that she would have to pick it up since she wanted to have it close to her in case she would need it for any reason. Leaning over to grab it caused her hands to turn the wheel ever so slightly and her eyes shot up when seeing someone cross the road in front of her. Her foot slammed down on the breaks but she wasn't able to stop the car before hearing the person's body hit the front of it.

Her hands cupped her mouth almost instantly, shakily she reached for the door and opened it with her eyes wide with panic, her hand reaching for her phone as she slid out of the door and walked round to the front of her car to see the person she had hit.

[cedricsullivan]

Stranded • • • Connie

[cedricsullivan]

"You’ve got to ‘member puppet," Cedric answered, moving down to his knees, his hand rested just under her chin, guiding her lips towards his for a small kiss. "I’m magic," he answered with a toothy grin, shaking his head softly before turning towards the door, his other hand already having swiped a card from inside his pocket, tucked up his sleeve. He hovered both hands on the door knob. "On the count of three," he began. "One," he tapped. "Two," he repeated, peaking at Bonnie to ensure that she was watching. "Three," he completed, the card sliding against the edge of the door knob, the hand at focus pushing down the handle, and opening the door on the other side.

Swiftly tucking the card back into his pocket as he stood up, Cedric entered into the seemingly empty room, glancing behind him to ensure that no one was watching. There was no telling whether or not there were any cameras, given the state of the place, yet the cult that flitted in and out of the room wouldn’t allow him to glance up—not that there was any mistaking them. Between her multicolored hair and the curly mess on his head, there couldn’t have been another couple like them. “Looks bit empty,” he commented upon initial glance, instantly spying the lack of a bed. “Help me look ‘round.”

[bonnie-richardson]

Bonnie found her lips pulled back into a large smile when Cedric was able to open the door without a hitch and stood back up to her feet once more so that she would be able to follow Cedric into the room that they had successfully broken into. As soon as she past the thresh hold, Bonnie's eyes began to dart around the room and she felt unsettled with how average looking the room was, how it could be used as anything as soon as the robed people were through with it.

Nodding when he said about looking around, the brightly haired girl began to look around the room, her feet taking her to the far side of it, her eyes searching for anything which wasn't meant to be, but couldn't yet find anything. Seeing as there was a rather large amount of space due to the lack of bed, Bonnie began to bounce slightly on the floorboards trying to hear if there was anything hiding beneath them or if any of the boards were in fact hollowed. Biting down on her bottom lip when she wasn't able to find anything, Bonnie looked back toward the curly haired boy and pulled her eyebrows together. "You found anything?" She asked hopefully.

[cedricsullivan]

Stranded • • • Connie

[cedricsullivan]

Cedric packed up their things as Bonnie hid away in rage within the bathroom, shoving their things under the bed, yet not before checking for anything out of the usual. Despite having told the man they were to leave, he had no intention of going just yet. He searched through the room, looking for anything that might’ve gave in to what they were doing next door, the specifics or details, yet found nothing within any of the drawers save a single pocket Bible that he tossed onto beside the night lap. A curse fell from his lips as he knew they’d have to enter into the next room to find anything of use, but suspecting whatever laid inside was well hidden away. Someone else must have lived there though, rented the room, or something. The peep hole he checked every few minutes didn’t do much to help anymore, not with them gone and out of the way. It was in the midst of these thoughts that the door to the bathroom opened, his girlfriend sprinting out with arms extended towards him.

He stumbled with his footing, nearly dropping the cigarette from his lips, but catching hold of it as she began to speak, apologizing for her rash actions. He exhaled the smoke from his nose, like an angry bull ready to charge. “I don’t have one,” he admitted, removing the object from his lips and crushing it against the top of the leather bound Bible. “Sort of,” he corrected, licking his lips as he climbed back onto the bed, removing the cross again and peaking through the hole. “We’ve got to get in there,” he announced. “Find something to give into what they’re doing,” he added, glancing back her. “What’d you say? A little breaking and entering routine?” he suggested, watching his girlfriend expectantly.

[bonnie-richardson]

Having jumped onto the bed, Bonnie gently nudged Cedric out for the way and allowed herself to finally look through the hole which she had once ignored in an attempt to forget it was there. The room on the otherside wasn't what she had suspected and though it looked like it'd been thoroughly cleaned, Bonnie could tell that something just wasn't right with it, there was something about it that just had her teeth on edge. Crossing her arms across her chest, Bonnie's lips pursed forward and she turned back around to Cedric who she had moved when bumping him and allowed a playful smirk to grace her lips.

"This is why I like you." She whispered, rather sultry as a nail ran down his chest. "But that's getting off subject. If we need to get in there, then I believe breaking and entering will be the only way to do it." Jumping off of the bed, she reached back and tugged on Cedric's shirt so that he joined her on the floor before dragging him out of the room, once checking the hallway, and to the door which could have only been the room that the people were once stood in. Dropping down on her knees, Bonnie attempted to study the lock and find some way of picking it but she couldn't find one and so ended up looking back up at Cedric. "I've not had much experience with this kinda lock, um.. you have any idea?"