So, I tried to be like you~

[strongatheart]

WHO: Denzel Strife [strongatheart], T-Bag [incestbaby], Kagari [imurvixen], Spider-Man [5pider_man], Poison Ivy [kiss_you_deadly] & OPEN.
WHAT: Funds are low, which means there's no place to go.
WHERE: The Park, but more specifically.. the playground. [Bring on the cliche~]
WHEN: Day 158, evening.

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[incestbaby]

Susan was difficult to keep under control. Within days, her body was deteriorating, and the smell was becoming too much. T-bag often went to the market, paying stops by the apothecary to pick up herbs, spices. Sometimes a pit stop at a florist. He'd scatter it all around her bed, her body, trying to preserve it as best as he could. The smell was almost bearable some nights.

He was not exactly sure what else to do with her other than kiss her, touch her, make her feel more alive. Susan was the only thing he focused on in this island even with Michael Scofield running around with that anteater fellow.

T-bag needed to get out.

Needed fresh air, and not perfume mixing in with decomposition.

Walking, walking, walking until his feet began to hurt, and his back began to ache. Ironically, all this walking landed him in the playground where proud parents or guardians brought the younger citizens to play. Young people that landed him in jail, took him away from Ms. Hollander, a chance at a normal life. T-bag kicked the Earth.

"Water walkin

[strongatheart]

Denzel was still new to this place. He had no idea who was good or who was bad, who to trust. He was still a kid which should have meant he gave out trust all too easily. The way he had been forced to live at such a young age made him otherwise though. He wanted to trust people, to believe there was good in them, because in bad times he had seen the heroics that people could do. Even still, he was not naive

[incestbaby]

The evening was quiet, too quiet, and he knew there had to be more to it than meets the eye. There were always people walking along the cobblestone streets. There were always people either like him or Susan out at this time of night. Not like T-bag was purposefully looking for company, but company other than a corpse would be soothing for his diminishing sanity.

He stood still, straining to hear something, anything. The tiniest breath, the tiniest shuffle, and there was almost nothing for a while. The city noises drowning out anything small and significant. He got off the play set, stepping out, taking a few steps forward before turning around.

Ah.

Through the darkness, he could see it. A small huddled shape on top of the slide.

He smiled.

"What have we here?"

[strongatheart]

He was too busy trying not to be noticed to see the two people conversing on the rooftops nearby. Denzel steadied his breathing and dropped his arms from around his knees. It seemed like things were going smooth and soon enough the guy would get bored and leave. Right?

Wrong.

The boy followed him with his eyes as he moved and when he had been noticed, his eyes widened a little. Just slightly but enough. Denzel backed out of his small space and got to his feet and stared down at the stranger. He was skeptical, as always. He didn't have a reason to bolt yet though and so, he stood his ground.

His eye brows drew inward and he looked like he was sizing him up. Back to his street smarts, no doubt about that.

If the man wanted a greeting, he probably wouldn't get one.

[incestbaby]

The boy wasn't talking, and yeah, it must have been a boy. A young boy by the looks of it, maybe thirteen, maybe twelve. No way to know through the darkness, and he was no psychic despite how much he swallowed as a boy.

T-bag looked casual, taking a few steps toward the welcoming slide.

"It's a little late out for a boy your age."

[strongatheart]

Denzel crossed his arms on the railing above the slid and leaned on it. He was younger than both of those guesses, which made it even worse for him to be out. When the man stepped closer, he tilted his head to the side.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a little late out for anyone."

[incestbaby]

"Shouldn't you be goin' home to your mommy?" T-bag purred, reaching the play set and looking up at that cherub face. Darling, beautiful little boy. Reminded him of Hollander's children. Innocent and angelic and wholesome that once viewed him as a father figure before his dreams went up in flames before his eyes.

How it bubbled his blood, and put a smile on his face.

[strongatheart]

That one hit the spot. He frowned down at the man and stopped leaning on the railing. He even went so far as to take a step back. He didn't like the way those words had come out. Denzel wasn't about to tell him he didn't have a Mommy to go home to.

Why give himself away? Although, it was probably clear by now. Why else would he be out at this hour unless he was an orphan?

"Shouldn't you be bothering people your own age?" Denzel had a way of answering questions with questions.