stuck in a cornfield[ALEC]

[Imogen Winters]

The backwall; the place where Imogen knew quite avidly as the best place in this whole building. For one it was outside and you could watch a kid get beat up without even having to try to find the fight. The fights always came to you because the fights always happened here. If a fight happened in any other place; it was just...not worth watching. Sometimes, Imogen would find himself intervening solely because it was a smaller kid fighting a bigger kid, weight wise and that really wasn't fair, so in order to make it fair Imogen would step in and take the first punch, even if he got punched a few times in the stomach. When he was angry, it just didn't matter if he was hurting himself. It wasn't right to beat up on a smaller kid, just because you could get a kick out of it. That was the only reason he intervened in another persons fight in less he was in a fight of his own, then he made sure he fought it alone.

Today, nobody was here, which was strange. He'd been out here for about two hours and nobody had come - no hopes of a fight were to come. It was a Tuesday morning, the only morning when not many people came outside. Most things took place inside anyways, but a majority of the time - on other days of the week he was here watching something happen. He was rarely bored when he arrived to the backwall early in the days. But, today was obviously different. Nobody was in sight and he was sure nobody would even be here today - in fact he had a feeling nobody would be here for a while.

Imogen slunk down, leaning his back against the wall, and looked up at the sky. He was bored and whenever he was bored he always did something he eventually regretted doing, like scaring someone away, or putting up a wall and being very defensive. It always happened and he could do nothing to stop it if he had absolutely nothing to do. He had to find a way somehow to relieve his boredom – nobody else would help him in his pursuits to not being bored. He was very sure of that fact. It was like everyone for themselves here – something that he was hugely use to and had hoped that it would be different around here.

Sighing impatiently, he stood up pacing back and forth, back and forth in hopes of suddenly getting an idea to actually be doing something while he was out here. He didn’t come out here for his health – or well sometimes he did because it was always too stuffy in that building, but besides that he really just came down here to have something to do for half the day, so the rest of the day he could spend in his cell without throwing something at a person at random. But he didn’t see that happening today. The back wall was all but deserted and it seemed as if time was tormenting him. He slunk back down on his bottom , bringing his knee to his face, and putting his cheeks against the ball of his knee. Closing his eyes, against the morning sun, he stayed like that for a while, his legs wiggling slightly. He really wanted something to do and he was dying of boredom.

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tag: alec
notes: uhhh this post sucks, sorry.

[Alec Andrews]

Alec had been walking around outside for a while yesterday when he stumbled upon the backwall. There, he had seen bullies beating the shit out of a bunch of kids or people just battling out an argument. Despite his character, Alec had found it very entertaining to watch, so he had decided he would return today in hopes of seeing something interesting.

Alec had been at Michigan State for about a week now and he had been suffering from panic attacks exactly like he had been at home, so pretty much nothing had changed aside from the room he now slept in and the people he now associated with. He truly thought that sending him to Michigan State had been a huge mistake. Not only was he surrounded by other oddballs and crazies, but he had no way to get away from them. He couldn't just tell everyone here to go home, because they were stuck here. Just like he was. Once again, Alec was wallowing in his own self pity. He hated it here. Even though he had had some luck making a friend, the place still sucked.

When Alec got to the backwall,he was shocked by how empty it was. There was literally no one there- that he could see anyway. Alec crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. Well, this is boring. A couple strands of Alec's white-blond hair fell into his eyes, like it enjoyed doing often, and Alec brushed it away, annoyed. It was probably time for a haircut, but Alec couldn't bear the thought of having his head look like it did last time he got his hair chopped off. It was horrible. He had literally ended up looking like a muppet. You know, one of those odd little puppet things? Yeah? Whatever. It had looked very bad in the end and the teasing had been horrible. Alec never wanted to have to live through something like that again, seeing as it really doesn't do anyone much good to be teased constantly until your hair grows back. So, as Alec was thinking about the bad hair, he hardly noticed the boy sitting with his eyes closed, with his back against the wall. Alec, being totally oblivious to the guy, tripped over one of his feet and fell to the ground, scraping his elbow.

"Well ouch!" Alec whined, inspecting his bleeding arm. That was going to leave a scar, no doubt about it. He pouted again before turning to the boy who had- without actually meaning to- tripped him. "Uh...hey!" Alec said cheerfully, pretty much forgetting his sore elbow. "I'm Alec, nice to meet you I guess." He laughed. You could say that he was just 'dropping in for a visit'.

Words? 475
Tagged? Imogen
Muse? egh. this pretty much takes the cake for the worst post ever award

[Imogen Winters]

Imogen was just about ready to lift his head, when he felt his foot move to one side roughly, disturbing his peace. He heard the boy talk, lifting his head slowly. He'd dozed off in the morning air and this boy that was fully awake hadn't been capable of not hitting him or coming into contact with him. Of course he was angry; he couldn't take being disturbed, especially when he was caught off guard. He looked at the boy, his eyes angry, before he let the soften gradually. Why make a big deal out of it? Plus, he was bleeding, so if he could cause damage to himself why help him out more by slapping him around a little. He'd already done that with the smallest of efforts.

Instinctively, Imogen brought his feet to the side away from the boy. It was time to be shy. And he realized he sounded way to business like when he said that and it was slightly annoying when he did that to himself. But no matter, he didn't know the boy formally or informally. So he might as well start now; he had to many people after him. "Sorry...about that." Imogen said, his voice slightly distant, as if he wasn't in this world but in the next world and talking to the same person who was in that world. His eyes shifted as that thought went through his mind, but he quickly discarded it - he didn't need to be confused right now.

Imogen grimaced at the boys cheerful tone. He wondered if the boy was truly cheerful or if it was just all a cover up to look as if he didn't care about falling. Imogen chose the latter, but anyone would. Still, Imogen looked at the boy with a vague sort of curiosity, tilting his head to the side, his tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth. Slowly he came back to himself and shrugged a smile onto his face. "Imogen. Nice to meet you too." he said, growing bored of the whole introduction thing. He could never do that...it was just to - you know - just too much.

"Um..soo" Imogen said, staring out to where the boy may have come from. It was just about afternoon, or perhaps pass 12 but Imogen knew he'd been out here for longer than an hour and a half. "What are you doing out here? Wanted to watch a fight?" Imogen said, a smile forming hesitantly on his face. Finally, he dropped it; feeling the smile just pulling at his face was to much and he didn't have any botox; which he was sure would have helped him to the tenth power but as it stood he couldn't hold a smile to long.

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tag: alec
notes: so museless...

[Alec Andrews]

Alec laughed nervously and bit his lip when the boy he had just tripped over glared at him. He had probably just run in to one of the 'violent tendiency' inmates. Just his luck. "It's fine. I'm good, just scraped up my elbow a bit. It'll heal." Alec replied to the boys' apology with a shrug. The fall had probably bothered the othe boy more then it had bothered him. He was used to falling. Sometimes when he had a panic attack his legs would start to tremble. That's why he has so many scars on his legs and elbows. Constant falling.

The boy sitting next to him didn't seem like the very social type, which was unfortunate. Their time together would most likely be silent. Alec liked having conversations with people, but he knew not to always expect them. Sometimes people just didn't like to talk. Or, they didn't like to talk to people they didn't know very well, which made almost no sense at all to Alec. How are you supposed to get to know someone if you don't talk to them? Seriously! Sometimes, people just got on his nerves. Not that he would show it.

The boy introduced himeself as Imogen, which Alec thought to be an interesting name. He liked interesting names, he thought they gave people character. Alec noticed that Imogen's coice was laced with a bored undertone. Boredom. Something that everyone at Michigan State probably knew too well. The staff really didn't give the inmates much to do for entertainment, to his dismay. They shoudl really think about making their time in this darn place a bit more enjoyable. Why would those with 'mental issues' want to be bored to death? It was stupid.

"What are you doing out here? Wanted to watch a fight?" Imogen said, a miniscule smile on his face. It was there for approximately one second before is disappeared. He obviously didn't like the feel of it on his face. Alec laughed at his questions. "Yeah...pretty much! I was hoping to see something that would make my day a bit more interesting, but apparently, that isn't going to be happening." So did that mean it was time for him to leave? Imogen obviously didn't seem very comfortable talking with him yet, so maybe it would be wise just to leave. But then again, maybe he would start talking in a few minutes. Alec decided he would wait around for a while to see what happened, and if nothing interesting came up, then he would head back to his cell and chill in there.

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Tagged? Imogen
Muse? Uh...

[Imogen Winters]

Imogen was blank to say in the least. He looked at the boy with curious eyes, but he wasn't exactly curious about much. The boy, wasn't exactly the most intriguing but he could say the same about himself. All he did was sit around and stare into space, hoping that something exciting would pass him by. Yes, he had the guts to criticize a persons lack of pizazz while he had none at all, but he didn't care. It didn't matter and he had no clue why he was having this conversation with himself. It seemed like a common...problem of his to think to long and not listen at all to what the person said.

He often missed out on a lot but could you readily blame him for doing absolutely nothing but trying to keep his attention focused on one thing? He didn't think so, therefore he didn't think on the matter any longer than he needed to. The boy, obviously seemed to be the very enthusiastic type - nothing new, but still it puzzled him how could a person be so happy, or ecstatic about being in a place like Michigan State. To be honest, Imogen was miserable. The day he walked into this place and saw the people with all these strange tendencies, he just sank into the ground, further than he'd ever gone.

He realized he was one of them . Because he lashed out just like them, and gave the staff a hard time. Laughing nervously, he finally looked at the boy and shrugged. "That's why I came and I've been here for over two hours. Nothings happened." he said looking out into space once again. Ah, could life get more boring than this moment? He was sure the boy was thinking the same as he stared at him, readily answering the questions he asked. It was obvious, he wasn't exactly...acting the part of hostess. Or host - whatever you'd call it. "Yup,...you're absolutely right. Nothing interesting will happen." Imogen said, coming to the conclusion that, nobody was going to come out here today. Maybe he could pick a fight, but even as he looked around him, it was only him and the boy. The boy. A smile formed across his face, as his plan began to form in his mind.

It was perfect. Beautiful. How could a person like him think of such a plan? Either way, the heat would have made him angry and this was just speeding up the process. "How about we fight?" Imogen said, his eyes sparkling as the question came out. He had a feeling the boy would reject his inquiry and laugh. Then that would lead in to his perfect, magnificent plan that he planned to act out. A scowl formed on his face, as he looked away from the boy. He really couldn't stand being bored, and boiling in the sun. He desperately wished it was winter, they all the inmates would have to stay indoors and the fights would be concentrated in one place, an enclosed place. His mind could work wonders. "Not like a real one, of course." he said, attempting to make his voice, reassuring and convincing.

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tag: alec
notes: ...

[Alec Andrews]

"That's why I came and I've been here for over two hours. Nothings happened.Yup,...you're absolutely right. Nothing interesting will happen." Alec nodded and clicked his tongue. He had been hoping to see something of interest, anything really, but Imogen had just confirmed his thoughs. They weren't going to be seeing anything fun at this point in time, to Alec's utter dismay. How completely boring. He'd probably end up having more fun on his own in his room! Man, life really sucks in a place like Michigan State, where they are nice enough to bore the inmates to death.

Alec tapped his fingers against his knee caps to an erratic beat that was stuck in his head. He watched his fingers moving for lack of anything else to do. If only some twerp would come over and get beat up! It would just make his day, which was so unlike him. Normally, Alec disliked any type of violence. Violence just led to more violence which led to more violence and so on and so forth. It was just a waste of time, to be serious. Why be angry and pissed off all the time when you could be happy and actually enjoy your life while you're here?

Alec glanced over at Imogen, who was pretty much just sitting there with a blank look about him. Just leaning against the wall and letting the sun do as it pleases to his face. He didn't seem very enthusiastic about his life. If anything, he seemed annoyed at it, as though asking why the hell he was on this stupid planet in the first place. Alec thingyed his head slightly to the side as he thought about that, before turning to look at Imogen, who had just requested a fight.

The dark haired boys' face now had a scowl on it. To be honest, Imogen's scowl was somewhat scary and it kind of made Alec want to go run and hide under his bed for a couple hours. You know, until the storm had passed or something. "Not like a real one, of course." He had been attempting to make his words sound reassuring, but Alec felt anything but reassured, yet he wasn't declining the offer. What harm could a little fight do, anyway? He mused inside his mind. He had nothing better to do with his time. He contemplated his answer for another few moments, before coming to the conclusion that since he would otherwise only be sitting on his ass, getting sunburnt and being bored, why wouldn't he fight Imogen. And anyway he had said that the fight 'wouldn't be real', but Alec still higly doubted that. He locked eyes with Imogen for a second before he found himself shrugging and saying the words:"Yeah, why not? I've got nothing better to do."

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Tagged?Imogen
Muse?This could go either way, really good, or reeeaaally bad.

[Imogen Winters]

Imogen still looked at the boy blankly as he clicked his tongue. It disturbed his silence, but then again he’d expected it from this boy since he’d so rudely tripped over his feet when he was so capable of not tripping over him at all. No, Imogen couldn’t say he would drop the matter, and it was probably because he was bad a dropping anything that happened to him, good or bad. When he’d killed his ‘step-father’ it had been the best moment of his life and it always replayed over and over and he never got tired of it. It was just something he dealt with and how his mind functioned. He was incapable of forgetting, especially every detail of the boy. He looked almost expectant – like he was waiting for Imogen to come up with some cool idea, so his boredom would be cured and he wouldn’t want to kill himself from lack of doing anything. At that though, Imogen’s mouth turned upside down, although it had already been that way, but his frown deepened, as he looked at the boy.

What the hell did he want? Imogen, tried, he really did try and take a few breaths, but he was sure when he threw the first punch, it wouldn’t be playful and skim his face – it would hit him square on the eye. Imogen, knew he’d failed at being convincing, therefore he didn’t expect the boy to agree, but if the boy hadn’t agreed, they’d be going down the fighting path none the less. Imogen saw it like this. If the boy was bored and didn’t have anything to contribute but declined Imogen’s idea, then that wouldn’t make any sense at all. It would anger Imogen matter a fact. And for some reason, because Alec said he’d agree to fight him, it angered him more than he thought it would. Okay, sure he wanted the boy to say yes initially, but when it came down to did this boy ever think? Did the boy think of where he was, what type of people he was surrounded by?

Despite his mind working in mysterious ways, he shrugged, a smile curling on his ever changing face. “Are you sure?” he asked again, trying to be as caring as he possibly could but failing miserably. He stood, dusting himself off, and attempted to flatten his hair and pull it away from his face to no prevail – it flopped back into his face. It was probably his own disadvantage and the fact that he’d never won a fight. He’d never been in many fights until he’d gotten here and in most situations he had his gun to intimidate people with. He guessed he’d have to do it the old fashion way; people hurting people physically. He didn’t wait for the boy to answer his question, but instead took a step forward, letting his right leg fly until it connected with the boys lower stomach; he’s start off nice and not aim for his groin. Wasn’t that nice? The boy should be appreciative.

Imogen looked at the boy, straightening his back. Somehow, this was how he channeled his anger and he was sure Alec was aware that this was a real fight and they both probably knew it was. The question was, would Imogen known when to stop? He wasn’t even that sure.

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Tag: alec
Notes: the really bad way seems more interesting:] instead of them just sitting around and just…talking and looking at each other lol. It would be really interesting considering their roomies and they find out after they fight. Just a thought!

[Alec Andrews]

Alec stared back at Imogen's blank face and wondered why the boy didn't really seem to care about much. It seemed to him as though Imogen just went through life, not really knowing what was going on. But that was just his initial perception, Alec knew he could be completely wrong and that Imogen may very well take in every single little detail of his day, analyze it, and then decide what to do about it. Alec wasn't really one to judge though, she he stopped thinking so much about that subject, since it really wasn't much of his concern what the boy did on a daily basis.

“Are you sure?” Alec looked at him curiously as he jumped up off of his feet. Wasn't that what he had wanted? To fight? He had already answered yes, so why was he asking him again? Stupidity like that sometimes made Alec very angry, but he would never show it. He liked to keep his negative emotions inside of him and only let the other person see his happy side. It was only on occasion that someone would actually witness Alec angry, but when he did show his anger, it was a site to behold. Though afterwards, he would sulk around for a while, feeling bad about what he had done.

As he was pondering over these thoughts, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and knew that Imogen had started the fight, for he was standing upright with his shoulders back and he had a lovely glare in his eyes. Alec scowled and stood up, stepping closer to Imogen. “You didn’t even have to ask” He growled before swinging his arm out and letting his fist collide with the side of Imogen’s face. “And don’t fight fair. It’s more fun that way.” He smirked and kicked the other boy in the shin as well.

Alec knew he was probably acting immature, but Imogen was as well. It was the other boy who had started it all in the firs place, so if a guard or someone where to come along, he could always tell them that. Like they’d believe him, but still. Alec wasn’t a very big fan of fighting, so he didn’t much know what to do, but he had the just of it in his mind. Hurt your opponent as much as possible and avoid being hurt yourself. He didn’t much like the thought of getting hurt, so he resolved to avoiding as many blows as was possible, which was probably what any remotely sane person would do. He just prayed to God Almighty that he wouldn’t have a panic attack in the middle of the fight.

Words? 451
Tagged? Imogen
Muse? This sucks ass, pretty much.

[Imogen Winters]

Imogen stood bouncing on the balls of his feet, as he watched the other boy take in the sharp pain he’d landed in his stomach. Pure joy rippled through Imogen’s body and it was that ripple of joy that distracted him. He heard the growl and the smile formed on his smile, and he saw Alec’s arm swing but he did nothing to stop the punch from landing on the side of his face. He felt his head violent move his head, his body pivoted and he collapse to the floor, but he was so numb. He couldn’t feel a thing after a while; it all just seemed to go away and as soon as the kick in the shin came, the pain subsided. Was this all the boy was capable of? “I never will fight fair.” He said, standing up swiftly. He bounced on the balls of his feet once again, his attention, not to the world, but to Alec only. He’d asked for this and while he was relieving his stress, he didn’t know about the boy.

Imogen balled his fist, swinging out with a quick jab to the boy’s stomach. With that he backed off a little, but quickly brought his leg forward and with another quick jab, he swung his arms out again aiming for the left side of the boy’s cheek. He had considered punching the boy square in his eye, but decided against it since he didn’t want to get in trouble if the boy decided to tell on him, which would land him in isolation. Although he didn’t mind isolation, he went crazy after being enclosed so long and it got to him. But then again, the boy said not to be fair and that would work to his advantage , whether the other boy liked it or not.

Through this whole thing, Imogen failed to ask why the other boy was even in a place like this, but so had the other boy. They didn't even know each other, so there would be no hard feelings toward the other. It would just be, punch, punch, kick and then walk away.He had to give it to the boy, he'd accepted a fight point blank. He must have been really bored just as Imogen was because Imogen would never enter a fight in less it was initiated. Being in a place like this made you careful. Nothing about doing this was being careful, but he would take that risk. He didn't care honestly, but he was one of those people who was very particular and careful about when they fought and where. For instance, this was a perfect place because the staff rarely came out here. Only if there was enough noise to alert them.

Imogen kicked out his leg, letting it fly, aiming for the boys knee, so if he hit it hard enough the boy would collapse. Perfect. Just genius. Not even science could say it had come up with that one.

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tag: alec
notes: ehh..

[Alec Andrews]

"Good to know" Alec mumbled as Imogen got up off of the ground. He obviously wasn't going to go down easily, to his dismay, but not to his surprise. He hadn't really expected this to end quickly. He knew that Imogen had probably been in a lot of fight, and was most likely to win. Imogen would have been most likely to win even if Alec had been in a lot of fights before. Alec might have muscle on him, but that was from playing sports, not beating things and people up. He had his doubts he would leave the backwall uninjured.

Alec hadn't been expecting Imogen to hit him again so quickly, but he should have. He felt the boy's fist connect with his stomach, and he double over, fighting off the urge to empty the contents of his stomach onto the pavement. He had to give it to Imogen, he knew where to hit. As Alec was about to stand up straight again, another fist came hard at his left cheek and his head was thrown hard to the side. Oh, great. Ouch. Yup. That felt good. he thought angrily. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. The side of his face actually felt numbed, to his relief. Numbness was better then pain in his book any day.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alec saw Imogen's leg fly out, and acting on instinct, Alec grabbed the leg in both of his hands and tugged hard. He then proceeded to kick Imogen hard on the chest, he might have even knocked the wind out of the other boy, he then realized. As he realized that though, he clued in to what a stupid, stupid thing he was doing. He was fighting another inmate because he was bored. Because he was bored! What kind of a way to spend your time is hurting another person? Alec wasn't a violent person, he knew that, or well, he used to know that. He wasn't here because he killed or seriously injured someone and he didn't want to have to stay here longer because he was so bored that he decided to get himself into a fight. But he had no idea how to get himself out of this stupid situation, so he decided to do the smart thing and throw another punch before Imogen could get one of him.

It's better this way he told himself. We'll fight for a while and then walk away and we never have to even look at each other again if we are so inclined. And think, this is a good way to relieve stress! So stop being such a stinkin' baby and kick goddammit! So he did. He let his right leg fly out hard and prayed to god that it would hit it's target and that the fight would be over soon.

Words? 512
Tagged? Imogen
Muse? huh. look at that. longest one yet.