Ɯɛαяʏ Ғɛɛт βʋт Ɯɛ Ɔαи'т Ƨтσρ ◊ ❍ne-on-❍ne

[111misc]

Nikita rolled her eyes again, "Yea, that's it," she sighed, bitter. A thought struck the dark haired girl then, and the flicked her ddark eyes towards JAx, gazing at him as she spoke, brows pulled together slightly. "I don't get it, Jax. You're not really one of us. You were free. You're not really an orphan are you? Why are you here...when you could be, you know," she shook her head, and waved half heartedly to the window, "out."

[Jericho]

Jax looked at her for a minute before speaking, "You'd hate me if I told you. Actually no, you'd think I'm lying, then you would hate me." he whispered looking away, watching as the game of 'ninja' finished. "Well I guess you'll find out one way or another....My mom died when I was too little to remember her, and my dad was really abusive. He would literally draw x's on my nails then smash them as hard as he could with his fists." Jax whispered with a sigh. "I started running away, going for weeks at a time, and in those weeks I starting hanging out with the wrong kind of people. Druggies, alcoholics, robbers, graffiti artists.....the wrong crowd in more ways than an other. The got me doing some bad things....and after a while i enjoyed it, they got what they wanted and I got the attention I hadn't receive from my dad from the cops who were following me almost 24/7. But after a while it got worse, the people I was working with we making me transport thousands of pounds of illegal drugs around the area... The cops finally caught me then. They had found where the drug were hidden, but the people I was working with had left knowing they had found it, and taking all the drugs with them, but the idiots forgot to tell me. So there I am walking straight into a trap set up by the police, aiming to catch anyone involved. I managed to get away but then I tripped on a stupid cat that walked into my path. So I get Karma came around to kick me in the butt. I was taken to the police station, questioned, then stayed there while they found out all they could about me. And I'm guessing they found out about my dad so I ended up here. Wrong crowd indeed." he finished his voice lowing into a mutter, eyes still not looking at her. He knew she would probably hate him from then on and storm off like everyone else did.....

[111misc]

"Sucks, I'm sorry about that," Nikita sighed, closing her eyes, trying to imagine it. She would never have done what he did, sure, but she doubted he ever imagined himself spending the rest of his under-18-year-old-life in this prison. Nikita'd never done drugs, there'd never be any way for her too, locked up in here; no one to bring them in, nothing for her pay for it with. So she really didn't understand, but she'd seen movies, read books. She wasn't totally blind to the world.
After a moment of silence, thinking, Nikita figured she owed Jax something too, because the way he spoke, it made it seem like he was ripping the words from his heart, and each one hurt like daggers as it cut across his throat. She'd never made a habit of sharing her past, but she owed him something, she told herself.
"I was born to teenagers. I was a mistake," she smiled at this, sardonic, "and they gave me up for this place. I was adopted when I first got here--you know how everyone always adopts the babies," she shrugged, "but then a year later the couple that got me had their own child, something they didn't think could happen, apparantly, and gave me back. I've been here ever since." She paused for a moment to let it sink in. She'd been in these walls basically her entire life. Not one memory did she have of the home where she lived for a year, or her real mother, whoever the heck she was. "fifteen years." She said after another second, closing her eyes so they wouldn't water on her. Fifteen years.

[Jericho]

"Wait, you've lived here your whole life?" Jax asked not fully believing her but still, the expression on her face showed the truth...she had lived her as long as she could remember. "Now that's something to say sorry too!" he whispered thinking about what it would be like to have seen these dull walls every day, to know you weren't really wanted by anyone here, and no one out there knew you existed except the people you brought you here. It was like a nightmare you couldn't escape... never getting out of.... "That sucks..." Jax finally whispered glancing up at her.