And THAT One's a Duck [OPEN]

[CammY]

As if it wasn’t hell enough. The day outside was dank and gray, boring pretty much. No sun shine, no blooming flowers, no butterflies annoying the hell out of people as they flutter by. No, nothing of the sort like that seemed to ever happen at Hollowcove. No one would know that better that the children themselves, especially one in particular who has been living in the Institute for three years. And only at the age of nine, he’d be living there for plenty of years to come. Nobody could ever break out, ever. Nobody ever has in the past. It was futile, and a little insane. Then again, wasn’t ’everyone’ here just a little insane? ’Some more than others,’ the little nine year old boy thought. He hated this place, but while the teachers and the rest of staff were crude and demented, the other children, most teens, were alright to talk to. He found it easier to talk to them at least.

’Enough about the Institute now, and more about the bathroom!’ Caulton had been innocently walking down the hallways when the dreary day outside turned into a rainy day. Seeing the rain made the boy realize how badly he needed to pee. So now he stumbled down the hallways with hazel eyes darting everywhere as they did when he was hardly conscious and more asleep, looking for the nearest restroom. He wasn’t walking a very straight line, and he wanted to actually keel over and finally pass out, but he would never allow himself a good night’s sleep. In fact, once or twice, maybe, the boy ran into an open door. He wasn’t fully aware of their open existence until forehead and wood contact was made. An ‘ouch’ was yelped out, and then the boy moved on.

Behind him were his faithful bathroom companions. Three very cartoonish and ’cute’ looking ducks. All were in a line, and all were different colors. The first was blue, the second green, and the last an actual yellow. No one else could see them; at least, Caulton didn’t think so. He would be surprised if only he knew that this was one of his very few and random times that someone else could see his illusions. It was his desperate need to use the restroom that allowed his mind to actually project the images. Of course, the boy ignored them though. He was desperate for a toilet. And, what the luck, once he actually found one, the horrible luck.

“It’s locked,” Caulton almost cried as he ran into the locked bathroom door as if it would open now. “How horrible… It’s locked.” The poor boy wasn’t crying, he was too tired to do that. He merely leaned against the door and banged his head against it, wondering why the door was locked. It was actually really comical, and he knew it, but couldn’t make it to another bathroom and could only do a little dance while hoping at some point a miracle would happen. The ducks behind trotted about quacking behind Caulton while running into the door themselves as if they could do anything.

“This is absolutely pathetic,” the boy mumbled to himself.

((Do not be intimidated by length, I will most likely NOT reply again with this much in another long while xD))

[.Kanari.]

A spark ignites

In time and space

Limping through this human race

You bite and claw your way back home

But you're running the wrong way

Darren sighed. Life just sucks sometimes, He grumbled to himself, head hanging down. He looked up to see a little boy banging his head against the bathroom door.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw ducks also banging into the door, and took his hands out of his pockets. "Uh, kid, what're you doing exactly? You know that bathroom's been out of order for a few weeks, right? There's another one by the math classroom." Darren gestured in the general direction of the classroom in question, not really caring that he was pointing to a wall.

Choosing to ignore the ducks, Darren walked over to the kid and shook his shoulder. "Are you even awake, little buddy?" He asked, wondering why kids that small even bothered to get up so early.

The future is a question mark

Of kerosene and electric sparks

There's still fire in you yet

Yeah there's still fire in you!

charrie; darren
muse; not bad. could've been much longer though. have a to make up for it. ^^
words; 220
song; burn out bright by Switchfoot

[CammY]

The potty dance didn’t seem to be working well. Every movement only caused more pain. And oh, the searing pain. ’I just need to potty.’ And while Caulton was one of the smartest kids at his age, the poor boy couldn’t, with the stress, think about where the nearest bathroom was. He could only look defeated with his stupid ducks stumbling about acting just as dumb as he looked against the wall. ’And I was so close.’ Luckily, there would be a hero. Caulton would call him a hero at least. This hero, an unexpected hero, would come just at the right time. Caulton wouldn’t notice him right now, too concerned about his own priorities, but he would come to be thankful to this hero. And this hero was… some random student Caulton had never met, but will.

When that tap on the shoulder, and that pointed direction, led the young boy to the closest bathroom, he ran. Sort of. You see, Caulton didn’t run, he couldn’t in his predicament, but he was making way. He didn’t even stumbled, only the stupid ducks did as they flapped about behind him, they looking more comical than he did. And finally, oh the sweet relief. Caulton made it to the bathroom safely. The ducks waited outside, being, oddly, girl ducks. And after washing his hands, Caulton thought about the boy who had helped him out.

Hazel eyes looked about in there fidgety way until they made contact with his savior. A small grin played across the boy face and he zigzagged over to where the boy was not far away from the bathroom. Ducks gladly following now walking in a straight line calmly. “Thanks, a-a-a lot, t-t-t-took forever, I thought t-t-t-that I was gonna d-die.” Caulton voice was stutter, but not out of any sort of shyness. No, the boy was still just tired and couldn’t get his words out right. “Names Caulton.”

((That's fine xD *but takes cookie anyway* MMmmmm))