Spoons

If you don't have anything nice to say; come be my friend.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Sticks and Stones |March & Dor|

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"No, they aren’t nice." March said in a flat, cold tone. March picked up his head so the blood from his nose wouldn’t get on his pants anymore and could start draining. His eyes then fell to Dor, who had a look of sadness in her face which panged him. He certainly didn’t want his friend feeling bad for him. Everybody went through interrogation, their physical outcome however varied greatly.

"Well I’m glad that I didn’t wake you." He confessed. "What’s got you up then? Are you secretly turning into a vampire and not telling me? If so maybe all of this blood on my face will tempt you over the edge."

[insideateapot-blog]

Dormouse wasn’t sure what to do with March’s suddenly cold tone accept, tighten her grip around his arm to let him know she was still there. “At least it’s over now right?” She offered. “Would a cup of tea help? We could make some tea” Tea always made things better. 

It was too dark for Dormouse to notice all the blood on his face, but once he mentioned it, she reached up and wiped some of it away. That resulted in her hand with blood on it that she rubbed off on the floor. “No” She giggled. “I get bored, so i sleep, but then I’m awake at night and can’t sleep” 

[butterinthepocketwatch]

March felt Dor's reaction to his cold statement. He certainly didn't want to upset his friend but he was just to angry. Angry at Zira and Leroy for beating up him and most of all he was angry at Scar for putting everybody through this damn ordeal. His was pulled back from his thoughts by Dor's comforting touch. He sighed and looked at Dor "Yeah it's over, doesn't mean what they did was okay though.... I mean look at my beautiful face?" The last part of that statement was for the first time filled with a smile.

The blood from his nose was starting to clot so with a deep breath he started getting up from the ground, using the small counter space as leverage. He reached for the tiny sink and ran the cold water over his face washing the blood off of it and took a few sips of it too. The cool water did have a relaxing effect which was helping his body calm down. Out of the blue he asked "Did Zira do anything like this to you?"

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Sticks and Stones |March & Dor|

[butterinthepocketwatch]

March felt a presence near him as he coughed and his first thought was it been Leroy or Zira with some new ridiculous reason to interrogating him again. He snapped his head up but instead saw Dor slide down next to him and wrap her arms around him. March’s anger slowly began to subside which was probably due to Dor’s calming and childlike demeanor. Her words were soft and simple.

"Well Zira and Leroy weren’t exactly the welcoming committee that’s for sure." He said quietly with a sigh that ended quickly because he hissed in pain. Leaning his head against her shoulder, after several minutes of silence March asked Dor. "I didn’t wake you did I?".

[insideateapot-blog]

"They aren’t very nice" Dormouse agreed softly. She didn’t need to hear any more about what had happened to March to understand, she’d dealt with the same people. Unless he wanted to talk about it, then she would be open to listening. She cringed as he hissed in pain, feeling bad for him. At least her deal with Leroy and Zira had only been emotional.

"No, I was already awake" She told him, starting to draw circles on his arm with her finger. "i haven’t been sleeping at night, just during the day" 

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"No, they aren't nice." March said in a flat, cold tone. March picked up his head so the blood from his nose wouldn't get on his pants anymore and could start draining. His eyes then fell to Dor, who had a look of sadness in her face which panged him. He certainly didn't want his friend feeling bad for him. Everybody went through interrogation, their physical outcome however varied greatly.

"Well I'm glad that I didn't wake you." He confessed. "What's got you up then? Are you secretly turning into a vampire and not telling me? If so maybe all of this blood on my face will tempt you over the edge."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"Since when did getting sent to the principles office scare you?" March remarked with a chuckle. "Well one would argue that I’m basically a lost cause as it is so I’ll take my chances and if I get boils or horns then so be it."

[stealingeveryonesleftshoe]

"Uhhhh since people were getting mauled by dogs. Look at this face, March." He smirked, bringing his hands to his face. "Look at how good looking it is. What good is it gonna do me to have it torn off by a dog, huh?" The punishments going around lately were harsh. He doubted he’d just get solitary this time if he pissed someone off. "If there’s a sickness that makes you grow horns I would trade for that one in like a second."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

March let out a laugh "You're right a model face like that needs to be protected. Although between you and me I'd be more worried about having your balls put in a vice grip or your body being put into some kind of medieval torture device. Zira is slowly becoming the hooded bringer of pain. But if your face does get mauled off at least you have your warm personality to fall back on." He added after a moment with a knowing look on his faced.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Sticks and Stones lSophie & Marchl

As soon as March entered the dining car he immediately began trying to find a way to access the freezer for ice. Zira and Leroy had really given him a good beating, or at least Zira did with her kick to the side of his head. March had been in plenty of fights from childhood on and had his bell rung a fair amount of times but never had his body hurt like it had now. His nose was still bleeding from the punch Leroy had delivered, his lip throbbed and his rip cage gave a sharp pain with each breath he took. But all of that would heal with time, as would his head, which one could argue was already a lost cause.

March jiggled the handle to the industrial freezer but it wouldn’t budge, evidently Scar had made sure that any access to food was restricted to the meals that they were given. "Fuck" He thought to himself before hitting the freezer. 

 Where in Gods green earth did Zira get off thinking that March had been the one to steal Scar’s money? He wasn’t some low life scum bag searching for a fix or trying to pay off a debt. He had better things to do with his time. Getting a fix for the sure thrill of it was behind him, or at least for now it was. Leaning against the cool steel door he slumped to the ground coughing heavily uncaring about whether or not he awoke his fellow colleagues. Closing his eyes he tried to calm himself down long enough to catch his breath for a minute or two but instead threw an elbow at the freezer once more wishing it was Leroy’s stupid brown nosing face. 

[barbpls]

Sophie could officially say she hated it at the circus, right now. Nothing was bothering her more than the very concept of being there, and everyone from the head honcho himself right down to the janitors couldn’t escape her bitterness. She was a wired, sticky ball of slightly-tangled blonde hair and wrath that would burst open at the seams any moment.

She had managed to find a corner to hunker herself into, and horde a blanket and pillow. She was no longer able to stash away food and snacks like she used to, now that Scar had locked the ice chest. She saw him come in and do it - everyone did. The guy had a heck of a presence. He could silence an entire train car with just the way he stood. Sleep was halfway upon her when the coughing started. And it got her annoyed enough to the point of sitting up and thinking of something clever and biting. But the moment Sophie saw the boy, she lost all sense of anger, and had it replaced with heartbreak. In the gloom he could see him vibrating violently, and elbowing the freezer.

As quietly as she could, wrapped in her too-big blanket, she padded over to the boy and his coughing. Not noticing the bloody nose, her first thought was he was getting sick from the humidity and the cold. The tiny girl knelt next to him, opening one arm, wrapping him in her blanket.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

March heard padded feet coming towards him and knew it wasn't the loud stomping boots of Zira or Leroy so he knew that he had awoken one of the carnival workers and waited for somebody to start chewing his ear off for the noise that he was making and March got ready to make some snide pissy remark back at them. Instead he felt a blanket being placed on him "I don't think you want to do that, I'll ruin the blanket" he said quickly, turning his head away from the blanket as to avoid getting blood on it. His eyes traveled to and saw a small girl who he had seen before and believed to have been introduced as well. Sophie he thought her name was, her entire body language read sympathetic and sad, which made March uneasy. He wasn't looking for sympathy or compassion. He just needed ice and rest so he could try and forget about the ordeal that had just happened.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Sticks and Stones |March & Dor|

As soon as March entered the dining car he immediately began trying to find a way to access the freezer for ice. Zira and Leroy had really given him a good beating, or at least Zira did with her kick to the side of his head. March had been in plenty of fights from childhood on and had his bell rung a fair amount of times but never had his body hurt like it had now. His nose was still bleeding from the punch Leroy had delivered, his lip throbbed and his rip cage gave a sharp pain with each breath he took. But all of that would heal with time, as would his head, which one could argue was already a lost cause.

March jiggled the handle to the industrial freezer but it wouldn’t budge, evidently Scar had made sure that any access to food was restricted to the meals that they were given. "Fuck" He thought to himself before hitting the freezer. 

 Where in Gods green earth did Zira get off thinking that March had been the one to steal Scar’s money? He wasn’t some low life scum bag searching for a fix or trying to pay off a debt. He had better things to do with his time. Getting a fix for the sure thrill of it was behind him, or at least for now it was. Leaning against the cool steel door he slumped to the ground coughing heavily uncaring about whether or not he awoke his fellow colleagues. Closing his eyes he tried to calm himself down long enough to catch his breath for a minute or two but instead threw an elbow at the freezer once more wishing it was Leroy’s stupid brown nosing face. 

[insideateapot-blog]

For once in her life, Dormouse was not sleeping at night. It was a strange time and her whole world had been turned upside down, including her sleep schedule. When there was nothing to do during the day, she would nap, like she use to when she was little, and dream. But Dormouse’s body didn’t physically crave sleep, and she always got more then enough sleep, it was just her mind that wanted to dream more, especially now that she didn’t have her magic. So sometimes, she would be awake at night now, which was a little eerie, being awake when most other where asleep. There were always the most interesting things that happened at night. 

Take tonight, she noticed her friend March re-enter the dining car, probably come from his own interrogation. She shivered at the thought, that had been a horrible night for her. Slightly she watched as he made his way over to the freezer and quietly she started to pick her way over people towards him, doing her best to not wake anyone. When she was close enough she saw March hit the freezer and flinched a little. That was violent and she didn’t like it, but he was her friend and he looked as if he’d haven an equally as bad time as she did. 

When he was slumped on the ground, Dormouse moved to sit right next to him and wrapped her arm around his. She waited for him to stop coughing before speaking up. “Where they mean to you too?” 

[butterinthepocketwatch]

March felt a presence near him as he coughed and his first thought was it been Leroy or Zira with some new ridiculous reason to interrogating him again. He snapped his head up but instead saw Dor slide down next to him and wrap her arms around him. March's anger slowly began to subside which was probably due to Dor's calming and childlike demeanor. Her words were soft and simple.

"Well Zira and Leroy weren't exactly the welcoming committee that's for sure." He said quietly with a sigh that ended quickly because he hissed in pain. Leaning his head against her shoulder, after several minutes of silence March asked Dor. "I didn't wake you did I?".

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Well you could try the bar car for starters, wait a minute you don’t have the plague or something? 

[stealingeveryonesleftshoe]

What? Break quarantine and get my ass roasted by security? Not worth it.

 [he coughs] Maybe. Who knows? We’ll know for sure if I start sprouting boils. But by then it might be too late for the rest of you.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"Since when did getting sent to the principles office scare you?" March remarked with a chuckle. "Well one would argue that I'm basically a lost cause as it is so I'll take my chances and if I get boils or horns then so be it."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Sticks and Stones lOpenl

As soon as March entered the dining car he immediately began trying to find a way to access the freezer for ice. Zira and Leroy had really given him a good beating, or at least Zira did with her kick to the side of his head. March had been in plenty of fights from childhood on and had his bell rung a fair amount of times but never had his body hurt like it had now. His nose was still bleeding from the punch Leroy had delivered, his lip throbbed and his rip cage gave a sharp pain with each breath he took. But all of that would heal with time, as would his head, which one could argue was already a lost cause.

March jiggled the handle to the industrial freezer but it wouldn't budge, evidently Scar had made sure that any access to food was restricted to the meals that they were given. "Fuck" He thought to himself before hitting the freezer. 

 Where in Gods green earth did Zira get off thinking that March had been the one to steal Scar's money? He wasn't some low life scum bag searching for a fix or trying to pay off a debt. He had better things to do with his time. Getting a fix for the sure thrill of it was behind him, or at least for now it was. Leaning against the cool steel door he slumped to the ground coughing heavily uncaring about whether or not he awoke his fellow colleagues. Closing his eyes he tried to calm himself down long enough to catch his breath for a minute or two but instead threw an elbow at the freezer once more wishing it was Leroy's stupid brown nosing face. 

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Dude, you should fix that the way the cowboys did. By drinking…. Booze keeps the germs away

[stealingeveryonesleftshoe]

By all means, point me to the nearest bottle.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Well you could try the bar car for starters, wait a minute you don't have the plague or something? 

[stealingeveryonesleftshoe]

Whoever’s spreading their germs, no one asked you to share.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Dude, you should fix that the way the cowboys did. By drinking.... Booze keeps the germs away

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"What the hell are we being investigated for anyway?! Scar knows that most of us have a jail records already! Some of us with multiple arrests but hey I’m not going to name names…."

[bitch-pain]

"March, keep your trap shut before you dig yourself a hole." she teased gently, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck from behind.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"I'm the King of holes! The holy king! Shovels and mice and dirt as my friends! Plus it wouldn't be the first time I've managed to get out of possible arrest." He said ruffling Pain's hair.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"A boyfriend pillow, you know it’s a stuffed male torso without a head and only one arm? It’s for lonely girls and guys who needs reassurance at night. You cuddle with it and crap like that." March explained before sighing. These cramped walls were not sitting well with him.

[boundherinherbones]

"I don’ need dat."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"Are you sure? I mean I won't judge.... Too much."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Well then I’m guess I’m being your “boyfriend pillow then…my ass isn’t moving.”

[boundherinherbones]

She made a face. “What is a boyfrien’ pillow?”

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"A boyfriend pillow, you know it's a stuffed male torso without a head and only one arm? It's for lonely girls and guys who needs reassurance at night. You cuddle with it and crap like that." March explained before sighing. These cramped walls were not sitting well with him.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"What the hell are we being investigated for anyway?! Scar knows that most of us have a jail records already! Some of us with multiple arrests but hey I’m not going to name names…."

[winterwilder]

"Someone told me it has to do with missing money. I just don’t understand why or how someone would take so much that there’d be a huge investigation like this."

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"Missing money? That's what this extended sleep over is about! That's the stupidest reason I've ever heard! He should keep the people who handle money than, ticket takers and food vendors and that crap. I just go around insulting people, money doesn't tickle my keys, you know?" March sighs running a hand through his hair.

"You got yourself a name blondie?"

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"What the hell are we being investigated for anyway?! Scar knows that most of us have a jail records already! Some of us with multiple arrests but hey I’m not going to name names…."

[laughing-boy]

"Hey, not me! I’ve never even been arrested! — Unless this counts. I don’t know why we’re all being cooped up in here, but I don’t think I did anything bad enough to warrant all this. Don’t know why they have to keep us all locked up.”

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Well if this is Scars way of making us bond, I think most of us would sooner tear out each other's eyes balls!

You got a name fella'? Your face certainly looks old, and by old I mean your not new to my memory. So your not recent, if that makes sense?

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"What the hell are we being investigated for anyway?! Scar knows that most of us have a jail records already! Some of us with multiple arrests but hey I’m not going to name names…."

[leftonthedrawingboard]

Can you even name my name?

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"Um, Mister Midol?"

[butterinthepocketwatch]

"What the hell are we being investigated for anyway?! Scar knows that most of us have a jail records already! Some of us with multiple arrests but hey I'm not going to name names...."

[boundherinherbones]

You can move or I can use for you a pillow.

[butterinthepocketwatch]

Well then I'm guess I'm being your "boyfriend pillow then...my ass isn't moving."