Closed; Ongoing

[thewildone]

When; April 28th, morning
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Curt Wild (thewildone) & Stephen Stills (totallyinaband)
Summary; Curt and Stephen's muns are terrible are teenagers today. So much for moving.
Log;

Curt shifts and burrows into the pillow without waking. His pajama top bunches up leaving part of his skinny teenage frame exposed. His pajama bottoms are light blue and match the button-down top, perfectly ordinary for the early sixties but incongruous with the surroundings that he's not quite aware of. All he knows is that he's more comfortable than he has been in a long time, lying on a real mattress instead of an uncomfortable institutional one and oddly warm.

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen comes into consciousness slowly and luxuriously. It's a weekend, he can lie in bed as long as he wants and not worry about his mum barging in telling him he's late for school. There's a dappled sunlight coming in through the window and warming his face. He stretches out. He's already fairly tall for fifteen, and he takes up a good chunk of the bed, feet bumping casually against the set next to him before he relaxes again.

Wait a minute.

It's takes his sleep-fogged mind a few minutes to take that in. There's someone in bed with him.

It wouldn't be the first time his sister's crawled in next to him in the middle of the night, trying to hide from whatever monster she's convinced is in her closet or under her bed. Accept he's not that deep a sleeper and usually she wakes him up.

Oh so slowly, he cracks one eye open, vision blurry and voice groggy from sleep.]

Rachel?

[thewildone]

[Curt stats to wake at the bump of feet and opens his eyes at the sound of a voice. If he wasn't awake a second ago this is like a jolt of electricity. There's another boy in the bed, and also where the hell is he? He doesn't pause to actually think about it, because all he knows is that this is dangerous and he pushes himself away and ends up falling right off the bed onto the floor with a thump, eyes immediately going to the door. The real danger is being caught.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen is bolt upright as well. His heart is going a mile an minute, like he's going to have one of those freak outs when his mum sends him to his room until he calms down again. Where the fuck is he? This isn't his room, and that sure as hell isn't his little sister in bed with him. He scrambles back until he's nearly falling out of bed himself, pressing so hard into the headboard that he's probably leaving indents in his spine.]

Who the hell are you? Where am I?

[thewildone]

[Curt looks around somewhat desperately for an answer as he pushes back against the wall and stumbles to his feet. This is too much to really process, both because he just woke up and because he's always a little disoriented now, from all the ways they poke at his brain. He decides not to think about it too hard.]

Who are you?

[totallyinaband]

Stephen.

[Because at least he can answer that question.]

Why were you in my bed?

[Not that he's positive this is his bed. The room isn't familiar, after all. His breathing's speeding up as his heart is hammering his way into his throat.]

[thewildone]

[Curt shrugs. You tell him. He continues to fail to introduce himself.]

Where are we?

[It makes a lot more sense for it to be Stephen's bed, and room. It's not the loony bin and it's not a trailer, so it's not anywhere Curt belongs.]

[totallyinaband]

I dunno, man! Do I look like I know where we are?!

[The panic is definitely setting in now, his breath coming in short gasps as he gathers the blankets closer around himself, like they might act as some kind of barrier to the weirdness going on around him.]

[thewildone]

You said it was your bed.

[Curt glares as if it's automatically Stephen's fault. He watches him start to panic, which isn't something that he considers particularly unusual, given where he was last. He walks over to the window and presses his nose to the glass, grunting unhappily at what he sees.]

[totallyinaband]

I thought maybe it was because I woke up in it but this isn't my room or my bed and I have no idea what any of this is!

[Why is he so calm? Stephen's near freaking-out at this point.]

[thewildone]

Neither do I.

[Curt says it quietly. If Stephen were calmer and more observant he would notice the tension in Curt's posture and the fact that grabbing the windowpane keeps his hands from shaking.]

It doesn't look right outside.

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen's a little more focused on remembering to breathe right now.]

It doesn't?

[thewildone]

I have no idea where we are.

[As if there was any possible doubt of that remaining. Curt's voice is slightly muffled by the fact that he's talking into the window without turning around.]

It doesn't look like anywhere I've been and I can't remember anything.

[totallyinaband]

Neither do I.

[Do not cry, Stephen! Get a grip on yourself. He takes another shaky breath in.]

I was at home, I went to bed, and then I was just... here.

[thewildone]

[Curt turns back to the room and walks to the door. He swallows, looks back at Stephen and steps into the hall.]

There's a cat.

[totallyinaband]

[Now that there's some space between them, Stephen slowly gets out of bed. He's in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that's just a little too big for him.]

What's out there? Besides a cat.

[thewildone]

A living room. It's messy. There's more cats. Maybe we should get out of here. The television's weird.

[Curt's head is starting to hurt. It's hard for him to articulate what's wrong, but there's something deeply unsettling even beyond waking up in a strange bed with a strange person.]

[totallyinaband]

Okay.

[The logical part of his brain is telling Stephen that he doesn't really have a reason to trust the other boy, other than them seeming about the same age. But it's not like he has a lot else he can do but follow him towards the door of the bedroom.]

Do you think we can leave? Like, what if someone stops us?

[thewildone]

[Curt shrugs again, and looks over his shoulder, clearly worried about that. He puts his fingers to his lips, shushing Stephen, never mind that they've been making a hell of a lot of noise, and pokes his head into the bathroom and the kitchen. He pauses for a moment before slowly turning the knob of the closed door and a peeking into the empty second bedroom.]

There's no one here. Just another cat.

[totallyinaband]

Why would someone kidnap us and leave us on our own?

[There's a small table in the front entrance way. A small glass dish holds a set of keys, and next to that is a battered leather wallet. Stephen walks over and picks it up, thumbing through it for clues. It seems to hold a bunch of very colourful coins and not much else, accept a few cards. He pulls one out to read it.

Oh. Fuck.]

Uh...

[thewildone]

[Curt wanders off, since he doesn't have an answer to that. A few moments later he emerges from the kitchen, holding a knife.]

What?

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen holds up the bank card he just pulled from the wallet.]

This has my name on it.

[Then he notices the knife...]

What's that for?

[thewildone]

In case.

[He lowers his arm, but continues to grip the knife tightly.]

So do you live here or not?

[totallyinaband]

I didn't think I did. I don't recognise anything.

[He's still watching that knife kinda warily.]

[thewildone]

This is weird. I don't know if we should run or stay here.

[He bites his lip for a moment and walks decisively to the front door, twisting the bolt lock and putting the chain on, the end result being that Stephen is now trapped inside with the traumatized knife-wielding kid.]

We need a plan. And clothes.

[totallyinaband]

[He's still on the fence about how he feels about this. On the one side - knife. But he doesn't look too dangerous and there's that thing people say about the devil you know.]

There was a closet in that room.