Fire Hazard

Indie Trent Boyett rp blog, penned by Gabe.

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“C'mon, baby, jus’ listen t’me,” Trent says, shifting to wrap an arm around Clyde and draw him back to his side, “You’re cute when ya cry, y’know.” The blond cups the other’s face in his hands, making him look over at him instead of staring at the ground beneath them.

A frown crossed his features when he noticed that Clyde almost looked scared of him. “I’m not gonna hurt ya,” he mumbled, studying the brunet’s features. And, well, it was the truth. He didn’t have reason to do anything to Clyde, considering they’d never actually met before he was sent to juvy.

“Stop fidgetin’.”

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🔥--- “Go ahead and cry little girl,

nobody does it like you do”

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As soon as Kenny hit the designated spot, Trent’s breath caught in his throat and the next thing he knew, he was on his knees. The glare he shot at the other couldn’t have been any deadlier, and Kenny managed to claim first at the top of his list right then and there. “Oh, you li’l shit,” Trent had managed to growl out.

As much as he hated to admit it, Kenny had a pretty good kick. He probably wouldn’t recover from this for a few days. Despite the situation, though, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Prison rules apply in juvy, too, ya know,” he suddenly commented, “Don’t drop the soap.” And without warning, Trent grabbed onto the other’s leg and yanked him down, smacking him across the face as soon as he was in reach. Fuck getting in trouble, he had to protect his reputation.

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He yelped loudly as he fall. Not to mention, he also ended up hitting the ground with his face, so he was doubly injured. “Prison rules huh? Then don’t mind if I make the first big move.” Quick as a snake, he pulled out a pocketknife, slicing into the arm holding him. Rolling over and getting up.

“You are nothing. I fight people worse then you all day. People who do worse.” He threw the knife with deadly aim. It stabbed into the others hand, pinning him there. In the time it would take for him to pull it out, Kenny could be long gone. He back out of his reach, wiping blood away from his broken nose. 

“Last warning. Next time, one or both of us die. No more second chances.” He hissed, before running off. Not fast. His legs hit hard, so he was limping slightly.

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By the time Trent finally ripped the blade from his palm, Kenny was gone. He glared off in the direction where he had sped off, then took a glance at his hand. There was a stream of blood leaking from the gash, droplets of red splashing down onto the pavement below. He took a handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped it around the wound, making sure it was nice and tight.

Kenny was much more skilled than Trent had originally thought, but he should know that nobody fucks with a Boyett and gets away with it. He pocketed the knife that pierced his hand, deciding that it could prove useful in the future. He'd better prepare himself for their next encounter, given the promise that Kenny made with him. He'd get his revenge on him eventually, and he would definitely be ready when it was time.

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As soon as Kenny hit the designated spot, Trent’s breath caught in his throat and the next thing he knew, he was on his knees. The glare he shot at the other couldn’t have been any deadlier, and Kenny managed to claim first at the top of his list right then and there. “Oh, you li’l shit,” Trent had managed to growl out.

As much as he hated to admit it, Kenny had a pretty good kick. He probably wouldn’t recover from this for a few days. Despite the situation, though, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Prison rules apply in juvy, too, ya know,” he suddenly commented, “Don’t drop the soap.” And without warning, Trent grabbed onto the other’s leg and yanked him down, smacking him across the face as soon as he was in reach. Fuck getting in trouble, he had to protect his reputation.

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Trent was not someone to take lightly, and the fact that the guards had thrown some kid into the cell with him was absolutely insane. He didn’t know who the kid was or why he was here, but he could have cared less. As long as he doesn’t bother him, they’d be fine. But of course, curiosity had gotten the better of him.

“Hey, kid, what’s your name?” He’d asked, but never looked over. His gaze was fixated on the ceiling above him as he laid on the top bunk, one leg crossed over the other. “You don’t seem the type to be in a place like this.”

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Trent wasn’t sure what to expect when he finally had gotten out of juvy for what he hoped would be the last time. The town hadn’t changed much, except for it being more modernized. Really it only left more run-down buildings and just made the town look more depressing than it already was. He finally stepped off of the bus, holding the satchel of his belongings in his hand, and started walking down the street.

His mind must’ve wandered off because before he knew it, he had run into someone clad in orange. “Ah, shit, who the fuck–” And as he looked up, he met an all-too familiar face. “Oh. It’s you,” he said, eyes narrowing at the blond. “Didn’t think you’d still be alive. I’m surprised, honestly. You still livin’ out on the street, ratboy? Or did someone finally decide to pity you and let ya sleep in their shed?”

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Kenny yelped. He had nearly fallen asleep, but he was bumped into. Oh fuck. Trent? Okay. He didn’t really care if he died now. He’d love it actually. “Not that I haven’t tried but. I sleep here and there. Whoever the new fuck of the night is.” He smirked a bit. “Now. I’m going to keep walking. Fight me if you want, I could care less right now.”

He was haven’t none of this shit. “Personally, I’d love if you fucked up Eric first. If I remember correctly, he has a plan to deal with you.”

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Trent rolled his eyes, “Yeah? Well, he’s not here right now, is he?” He said, gripping Kenny’s hood and tugging him back before he could get away. “’Sides, I so much as hit any of you I’m being sent right back to juvy. And I’d much rather stay here than go back to that hellhole,” he flashed the blond a grin, “But, hey, no hard feelins, yeah? That’s all in the past.”

He hummed a bit, “You know, McWhoremick, somethin’ about ya seems different.” Trent tugged on the other’s hood again, then shoved him into the brick wall beside them. “Definitely not your hair. It’s still just as greasy as ever. You should really start makin’ it shorter,” he said, then pulled a lighter out of his pocket. “A buzzcut might look good on ya.”

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Two weeks back in this shitty town and he’s already falling into its endless loop cycle. Because it’s such a small place, you run into just about everyone on the streets in a single day. And today it just so happened to be Stan fuckin’ Marsh. Yeah, he’s no Eric Cartman, but he’s still one of the guys who made his whole life go to hell at age four.

He hadn’t laid a hand on him yet, only throwing insults because he really didn’t want to get in trouble with the police so early. But this kid was just really aggravating with how sarcastic he could be at times. “Hey, Marshy,” he greeted, then glanced at the dog by the raven’s side, “I see your still fuckin’ with that dog of yours. Surprised he hasn’t killed himself, considerin’ you’re his owner.”

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When he stepped off of that bus again, Trent was met with the quietness of the little mountain town. It seemed... normal for once. Then again, he probably just hadn’t stumbled across the group that landed him in juvy all those years ago. But when he finally got into the town, he realized that nobody was out on the streets. Blinds and curtains were closed and the town just seemed abandoned.

And after turning a corner, he was met with a much shorter boy with a tuft of blond hair. “Shit-- oh, uh, do I... know you?” He looked relatively familiar, but couldn’t quite place just who he was. Then it clicked, causing him to raise a brow. “Ah, no, you’re that kid, Leopold, or somethin’ weird like that. Say, where are your friends at? I wanna have a chat with them before someone burns to death.”

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Trent wasn’t sure what to expect when he finally had gotten out of juvy for what he hoped would be the last time. The town hadn’t changed much, except for it being more modernized. Really it only left more run-down buildings and just made the town look more depressing than it already was. He finally stepped off of the bus, holding the satchel of his belongings in his hand, and started walking down the street.

His mind must’ve wandered off because before he knew it, he had run into someone clad in orange. “Ah, shit, who the fuck--” And as he looked up, he met an all-too familiar face. “Oh. It’s you,” he said, eyes narrowing at the blond. “Didn’t think you’d still be alive. I’m surprised, honestly. You still livin’ out on the street, ratboy? Or did someone finally decide to pity you and let ya sleep in their shed?”

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“Now listen here, kiddo,” Trent practically growled out, eyes narrowing in on Clyde as he lifted the brunette’s chin to face him, “I don’t do sorry’s, so you better watch where you’re fuckin’ going next time.” He went to pull his hand back, and it appeared that he was just going to leave it at that, but the blond slapped him before standing back up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared down at Clyde.

“C’mon, get up, you’re not that fuckin’ pathetic, are you?” He smirked down at the shorter boy, watching him. His smirk faltered, however, and he kicked Clyde in the stomach. “God, you are such a fuckin’ crybaby,” he grumbled to himself.

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Clyde whimpered as he was forced to stare up at Trent, and gulped at how angry he was. He shouldn’t have approached this guy, he really should’ve listened to Stan this time. He went to scramble up, but found that he didn’t have the strength to do it. Trent was real mean, knowing how to scare someone shitless with ease.

A harsh cry left his lips as he felt a blow to his stomach, and rolled over from the pain. He was crying, and he could hear Trent mumbling under his breath. He was terrified of what the blond could do to him in this state, but ignored the pain in his ribs and stood up anyways. He stayed silent for a moment, not looking at Trent. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He waited for him to do something.

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Trent tsk’ed as Clyde finally decided to get to his feet, rolling his eyes. “Took ya long enough,” he said, arms folding over his chest. This kid was way too forgiving, he thought, having given him more than one chance and always getting slugged just for trying to help. He felt a little bad, but Clyde should have known better than to directly confront him. He let out a small sigh. “You okay, kid?” He asked the other, though there was no hint of emotion in his voice.

Honestly, Trent didn’t want Clyde to leave him. He was the only kid who really hung around him, considering all the others were terrified of him. But who needs friends, anyways? They’ll backstab you eventually. “I s’pose my anger got the better of me.”

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“Now listen here, kiddo,” Trent practically growled out, eyes narrowing in on Clyde as he lifted the brunette’s chin to face him, “I don’t do sorry’s, so you better watch where you’re fuckin’ going next time.” He went to pull his hand back, and it appeared that he was just going to leave it at that, but the blond slapped him before standing back up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared down at Clyde.

“C’mon, get up, you’re not that fuckin’ pathetic, are you?” He smirked down at the shorter boy, watching him. His smirk faltered, however, and he kicked Clyde in the stomach. “God, you are such a fuckin’ crybaby,” he grumbled to himself.

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