Life's a Gamble
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Thread Topic: Life's a Gamble
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(you decide I can't)
Allan blinked and stared at Mitchel for a moment before nodding. "You're right, you do need to rest.. Tomorrow, then. It'll give me time to find the places to get them. Oh, and a stable.. I guess we'll have to get one of those, hm? As well as the food and all of that.. I'll do the math while you do your thing." He moved back behind the car, picking up bags. "Jerry, get the door, would you?"
"No problem, boss." The blonde haired man rushed to the door, pulling out a set of golden keys. He unlocked the door, pushing it open. "Go on ahead, Mitchel. We'll show you the room once our hands are full. Unless you want to help-"
"He doesn't need to help," Allan cut him off, staring at the worker. "He's the guest here." -
(tonight bc they can have morning sex too if they do)
"It's alright, Jerry. I think I will help. There's no point in either of you having to make another trip when I have two perfectly good hands of my own," He said, with a smile. Mostly, it was said to spite Allan, and he moved back to the car, getting one of the bigger bags out. He slung it over his shoulder, and went inside the house, gazing up at the high ceiling. It was at least three stories, he decided, as his set his bag at the foot of the stairs, running a bandaged hand through his hair. He wished he could get is hands on the blueprints, study the layout of the place, but he knew he would most likely get a tour, so he'd leave that be. -
(but what does morning sex have to do with night sex??)
Allan huffed, watching him walk into the house. Even if he preferred having people do all of the work for him, he didn't want to see Mitchel carrying his own items. Setting the bags he had in his hands down, he pulled out his gun, whacking the back of Jerry's head with the handle. The smaller boy yelped, nearly dropping the bags in surprise. Without hesitation, he held the tip under his chin, hissing, "Next time we have a guest, never suggest that ever again." Jerry nodded, swallowing nervously. Allan put it back in its place, picking up the bags. He gestured to the door with his foot. "You first." Jerry ran in after Allan, scared, while the mafia boss stomped after him. -
(Absolutely nothing)
Mitchel had caught the scene through the windows on the door, and though he said nothing, he gave Jerry a small smile, before addressing Allan. He knew it would only cause the servant more trouble if he said anything about it now, so he changed the subject. "So, where's your room, Allan? And, if you don't mind, I'd like to call and order pizza for later.. I have a bank account, so it shouldn't be a problem." He leaned against the handrail, admiring the freshly polished wood. "And, by chance, do you have a lake? I prefer them over pools. Much more authentic, in my opinion. I'd like to go swim in it right now, if you do." In truth, he wanted to be away from Allan as soon as his things were put away. -
(that's what I thought
but it's legit so okay :D)
Jerry accepted the smile, dipping his head slightly in thanks for it. He hurried off to Allan's room, knowing that his boss would have sent him off first in the first place. Allan yawned, tilting his head back to get his glasses back at the top of his head. "It's on the third floor, the first room you see when going up the stairs. It has my name in shiny gold letters," he paused to shuffle the baggage to his other arm. "As long as someone's with you when you call, I'm fine with that. I wish you'd let us pay for it, though.. A lake? Nn, there might be one in that dumb forest, I dunno. See, I didn't know I'd have to take that land when I got the place.. Only Jerry and a few of the others go in there. They'll know if there is one. I don't care to know, sorry. I don't want to go, but you can go.. But I want Jerry with you. He's one of the only two who deal with wounds and crap. Don't want you getting infections because you swam in some lake.." Allan started walking forward, signaling with a finger for Mitchel to follow. -
Mitchel followed, frowning. "That's alright, but I'd like to go alone, if you don't mind. He can just tell me where it is, and, yeah. And why does someone have to be with me when I call?" He was making demands and asking questions again, but he knew that as long as he didn't cross a line, he'd be alright. "Anyways, perhaps I'll stay and get in the pool, if I can't go to the lake alone. I'd like to be given some time alone in the pool, though.. Or, am I going to have to be monitored all the time? Perhaps you'd like to accompany me to the bathroom and wipe my ass for me?" He knew the attitude was coming back, but he didn't care.
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He walked across the entryway, through a short hallway, and up to the foot of the steps in almost no time. Allan tried to focus on not dropping the bags and whipping out his gun as he listened to Mitchel behind him. "Look, kid, the forest isn't friendly. I'm not sending you in there to let you get injured or lost all alone. Why? I need to make sure you aren't going to try to call people for help, that's why. You're not leaving. I've gone through this before. The lies about ordering something and calling the police and s---. That's why someone has to be there." He paused, deciding to count the steps before he responded. One, two, three.. When they reached the second floor, he had counted fifty. "You can be alone in the pool. But anywhere outside of the mansion besides that, I'd rather like someone at your side. Because, again, let's not get you killed by something." Or someone, he thought with a huff. "No, I don't enjoy watching people piss, nor do I like people watching me do that. Things like that, no one wants to be around."
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"I'm a big boy, I can take car of myself, Mr. Starkey," He shot back, deciding that he didn't want to be on a first name base with the man. "And why would I call the police? My dad's a criminal, too, so, it'd be pointless. You're funny, you know. You treat me like I'm a stupid little toddler who'll eat dirt if you don't keep a close eye on them." He followed him up the stairs, narrowing his eyes. "I was speaking figuratively, of course, you narrow minded piece of s---," He muttered the last bit, realizing what exactly he was saying a little two late. Mitchel's throat throbbed again, as if to remind him of what would happen if he got too mouthy. But, he went on. "And, anyways, you're giving me a gun. Who's to say I wont shoot you?"
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Allan froze in his tracks, whipping around to face the boy. All of the chatter seemed to stop, and the bigger man stared down at the small, teenage boy. His eyes were filled with rage. He set the bags down, reaching out to grab him and likely send him tumbling down the stair case. However, Jerry came rushing down the steps, getting in between the two. "Boss," he began, out of breath, "Please.. We can see he's out of line. Giving him serious injuries will do nothing but make him hate you more--"
"I told you to call me Allan," the raven finally hissed out. "And don't forget that I'm the one holding your father's life in my damn back pocket. Next time you threaten me, you'll wake up with a picture of how I killed him stapled to your forehead. Don't try me." With that, he stormed back down the stairs, flipping his sunglasses on. "Maria, c'mon. We've got a guy who hasn't been keeping up payments. I think he needs a visit from good old me." A woman stepped out from the side, and together they left the house without another word.
Jerry looked at Mitchel, smiling and shrugging his shoulders. "Don't worry, you have friends here. Not everyone likes murdering and thieving. Some of us were taken, just like you. But not for what he's intending with you.. Why don't you follow me? I'll show you around, too, if you'd like. And maybe I can 'accidentally' give you a map to the lake." He winked, picking up Mitchel's bags and staring up the stairs to the third floor. -
"..He's a f---ing dick. And I hate him. And I wont step down. He'd not king of the world, you know. He can't kill my dad, 'cause I'll kill him if he does. And you can tell him I said that!" Mitchel gave Jerry the finger, and shoved past him, heading into the first open door he saw. He slammed and locked it behind him, sinking down. Of course, he wasn't mad at Jerry, but everything just so, so completely sucked right now, and he didn't want to deal with anyone.
While he was being miserable, he got up, and went to look out the window. Below him, was, behold, the pool. A little, crazy idea sparked in his mind, and Mitchel stripped down to his boxers, threw the window open, and dived. The pool was big, and deep, and he came out clear on the other end, flicking off Allan's car as it drove past, only a few yards away from him. -
Jerry was taken aback by the behavior Mitchel had shown, but he decided that it was only because of how angry the boy was at practically being held captive at the mansion. The blonde watched as the teenager ran into another room and slammed the door. He didn't need to hear the click to know it was locked. A sigh escaped his lips. "Oh, that boy.." He went into Allan's room, setting the bags down. Just as he was heading out of the room, he heard a loud splash. Startled, and very much worried, Jerry turned around and went to peek out of Allan's window. There, in the pool, was Mitchel. He had a finger up high in the air, and he gazed at the boy in horror. Had the pool not been deep, the boy would have certainly smacked his head and fallen to the bottom of the pool to drown.
Allan, who was in the car, hadn't even bothered to look at the mansion until he heard the splash. He heard a curse come from his partner, and that's when he turned around. It had been too short of time for the boy to get dressed and have gone down to the pool.. Yet, there he was, with water swishing around him. And, a bonus- he had the middle finger up. He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to shoot at him through the window. "What a pain in my goddamn ass.." -
Mitchel moved back to float in the water for a moment, relaxing. When he was calm enough, he swam laps. Breaststroke, not stopping until his arms and legs burned. Then, he just floated again, eyes shut tight. He wasn't aware of how late it had gotten until he opened his eyes to find the sky dark, and the lights outside the house on. Allan still wasn't back- Something he was glad for, as he climbed out of the pool and stood dripping. He didn't have a towel, or clothes, and, oh, it was a little cold.
Mitchel peeked inside the door, calling out a soft, "Hey, Jerry? Um, dude, I'm sorry about earlier. Can you bring me a towel?" He didn't wait for a response before letting the door swing shut again. While he waited, he looked around. All that Mitchel found was a grill, and a lighter. A little idea sparked, and he took the lighter, humming as he set the hedges that surrounded the drive on fire. He but the lighter back where it had been, and stood next to one, basking in it's warmth. -
Jerry, who had been reading, looked up as soon as he heard a voice come from outside. He couldn't hear it, but he did hear the door swing shut. Blinking, he rose from the chair, setting the book on the arm. The mansion was still bustling with life, everyone running around or cleaning to the best of their abilities or going out to do a job before the boss realized it wasn't done. He opened the door that had been open, peering outside. He hadn't been prepared for one of the hedges to be on fire, though. Startled, and thinking that it hadn't been done intentionally, he darted outside, grabbing Mitchel and dragging him away from the fire. "SOMEONE COME KILL THIS FIRE!" the blonde screeched as he turned to a thing that looked like a box beside the door. He opened it, pulling out a towel- no mansion was complete without outside towels, of course. Jerry wrapped Mitchel up in it, frowning. "Are you okay?"
Another man rushed outside with a bucket of water to kill the fire as the question was asked. -
Mitchel, not really enjoying being touched, shoved Jerry away, muttering an apology a second later. He grinned, wrapping the towel around his waist. "Think that'll piss Allan off? Oh, maybe I should dump a bucket of ice onto his bed. Fire and ice, you know," He joked with a laugh, moving hazardously towards the house. "Actually, does he had any wine? I think I'm hungry. I sure he has some Ramen in his pantry, and I think some wine would be good with it," He hummed, throwing the door open, trailing water all over the floor as he headed to the kitchen.
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Jerry stood there, unable to say a word, as Mitchel said things that no one would ever dare do- or say- in Allan's household. He continued to stand there as the boy walked in, leaving a trail of droplets on the floor. Slowly, he shuffled into the house and followed the drops, leaving the other man to fend the fire on his own. When he caught up to the nineteen year old, he swallowed, trying to speak in a soft tone. "Mitchel, you do realize this isn't just Allan's home, right? A lot of us.. Live here too. Please consider not harming the house.. Because we'd get punished for it.. And have to clean it up." He frowned, retrieving a bowl and the ramen ingredients for the other. "Is this behavior really needed?" Jerry stood in front of the cooler that contained some of the alcohol, staring at the boy. "Did he do something to you to make you act like this?"
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