T h e [Great] . escape . - ((Tyr & Yukiko))

[Yukiko]

It was on this night, fairly cool and clear, that she managed to rid herself of the household that bound her into the monotonous norms of society. She had grown tired of keeping up appearances and striving for excellence in everything in which she was involved. It was time for some liberation; a chance to see the world as she wanted. Tonight was as good a time as any.

Of course, the ever present question in her mind was what now? She was out on her own, but where would she go? What would she do to celebrate this new found freedom? She wasn’t that familiar with the inner city after nightfall; everything was rather frightening in all honesty.

Still, the petite sixteen-year-old was pleased with herself. Really it had not been an amazing feat to escape. Sure, she was monitored, but her family held trust in her actions. Her parents surely had not suspected she’d actually run away. They were sorely mistaken; they would be very displeased and worried come morning. Selfish as it may have been, she didn’t really care if they worried. She didn’t care about anyone but herself right now. This was about her. She deserved time for herself, right? She assured herself of this over and over as she walked. Her conscience was obviously tugging at her mind.

She was having second thoughts.

No, there was no turning back now. She could easily slink back into her home, crawl into her bed, and fall into a peaceful slumber as if none of this happened. It would probably have been of her better judgment. She ignored her inner turmoil between right and wrong. It didn’t matter anymore.

The young lady was dressed casually: jeans, a fitted-tee, some simple flats, and a light-weight jacket. She clutched the crimson fabric of her coat tightly. Whether or not it was a protective gesture or to keep the night’s chill off, she wasn’t entirely sure. Perhaps it was a mix of both of those sensations.

Occasionally the fair brunette glanced over her shoulder and surveyed the area. No one was following her. No one was really even around. Her fear was unwarranted for the moment. Still, she didn’t particularly want to be wandering aimlessly for the whole night. A place to stay, food, money—none of that crossed her mind when she actually fled. She didn’t have any belongings with her, save for the clothes on her back and a small purse slung over one shoulder.

Pretty soon, her green eyes fell upon an array of lights and vibrations. Seemed that someone was holding a party at a local club. Or so she figured. She didn’t know much about parties, or clubs, or the people who attended such events.

The only parties she was ever invited to were chock-full of elderly politicians greeting her father and making business plans.

This particular party looked a bit shady, but that was of no consequence, really. They let her in no questions asked, so she couldn’t really complain. This was such an entirely new experience. All of the people buzzing about—most of them completely drunk—and the lights and music were quite exhilarating. Still, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

She observed the goings-on from a corner in the room, watching intently as people danced, drank, and . . . well, let’s just say people were becoming very interested in one another. It was all almost too much. The blaring noises were giving her a headache; she probably wouldn’t stay much longer. Was all of this really overrated? It was be so utterly disappointing.

 

[Tyr]

Jimmy hadn’t been invited to the party, but usually very few ever were, they just grew as word of mouth spread or the sound did. Guys usually had to pay some fee, or the liquor was at some price to cover the expense, everything really informal. People were already pairing up, and the party was well under way, he had one of those ubiquitous red plastic cups that had some unnamed beer in it. He’d been leaning against the wall enjoying blaring music and just people watching, when a cute young thing entered.
Jimmy was in his mid twenties, tall with long dark hair; he was in blue jeans and was wearing a t-shirt with a heavy metal band on the front. Jimmy was tall almost 6’3” and stocky in built, his eyes were a deep piercing blue. The young girl looked around obviously not sure what to do or where to go, more than likely drawn in by the sounds of music. That she was under aged and unattended only made her of more interested to Jimmy. That fresh young look was something that got his attention every time, instead of the same old ghetto bitches he saw every day. He had fucked several of the nasty skanks, but so had everyone else. You got tired of going where everyone else had gone before. So pulling himself off the wall he’d been supporting, he stepped forward, and went over to introduce himself. He moved in close simple so they could hear each other, leaning his head down a bit. He took the opportunity to inspect her a little more now that he was closer.

Hi I’m Jimmy, what’s your name? I know you haven’t been here before, because I would have remembered you.

Jimmy smiled trying to be nice and pleasant, knowing that a compliment never hurt your chances when you were trying to get pussy. He liked the young girls, they were just easier to manipulated, and usually far less maintenance than the old know it all bitches. Yeah some might call him a player, but he just thought of himself as an opportunist, if he didn’t do it someone else would was his attitude. Plus over the years, he’d had a hell of a good time, almost got in trouble once or twice, but life was full of risks. His opinion was a girl didn’t come to a party like this for intellectual conversation, they came to have fun, and why should he not avail himself of the chance.

Do you want something to drink?

Get a drink, dance and then find a private spot usually gave you the best chance of success. Using alcohol, dope or anything else to get in a girl’s pants was fair game in Jimmy’s mind. Shit he knew girls that got drunk stoned or wasted on some drugs, just so they could blame it on something besides themselves, when they just wanted to break loose and have fucking good time. He even knew a girl that confessed to him, that she let a bunch of guys gangbang her while faking being drunk because she wanted to enjoy every fucking cock.

Jimmy put those thoughts to the side and concentrates on the young girl, looking directly into her eyes with his own, putting the charm on.

 

[Yukiko]

{{ooc;; So sorry for the delay! I was having some personal issues. XD}}

For the while, she was distracted. Everything going on around her was quite overwhelming, and she didn’t know which way to turn. It was out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man approaching her. Her first instinct was to sneak through the crowds and avoid him; he didn’t look all that trustworthy. However, she corrected herself, and stood straight to make herself seem older and more appealing. She wasn’t going to leave, not now. She had managed to get this far, and like hell she was going to run off like a big baby now.

When he came upon her, he spoke almost immediately. He wasn’t overly loud or frightening; in fact he seemed pretty cool. Why not give him the benefit of the doubt? Who was she to judge people? She most certainly wasn’t perfect.

“Hi,” she said, keeping her gaze low, as if she was afraid to look him in the eye. The young girl’s cheeks suddenly were tinged with crimson; she felt like an idiot. She was acting like a middle-school girl that had never spoken to a male before. It was just completely embarrassing. She tried to recover as she looked up at the tall, dark-haired man.

“I’m Kayley.”

There, she had gotten her name out, at least. She was still blushing furiously, but it began to recede as soon as she continued engaging him in the conversation. “No, I’ve actually never been to anything like this before,” she laughed inwardly—as if that wasn’t painfully obvious. “But I’m sure you can probably tell, right?” She tried to play it off with a laugh. She wasn't so sure her ploy was working.

A drink? Most definitely. She had been dying to get her hands on some booze. “I’d love a drink.” She smirked, playing right into his charm with some of her own to match.

 

[Tyr]

Jimmy smiles as she gives her name and agrees to go with him to get a drink.

Glad to meet you Kayley. Come on let me show you around and get you a drink.

Jimmy starts down the hallway occasionally asking people to move, but more commonly politely pushing his way through the throng of people, both younger and older. A couple leaning against the wall making out, others just talking. They pass several doorways, inside people drinking, getting stoned, and more as Jimmy guides her to the kitchen in the back, where an impromptu bar had been set up, a guy with a keg of beer filling a short line of people holding the same plastic red cups. A person next to the guy on the keg collecting money just prior to each person having their cup filled.

These parties can get wild, the later it goes the crazier the shit is that goes on.

The line continued to move forward, the kitchen offering some buffer to the loud music being played. So Jimmy takes the time to chat up the girl and see if he could get into her pants. The whole time he talks he gives her his complete attention.

But don’t worry, no one’s going to mess with you with me around, everyone knows me. So what brings a sexy girl like you out to a crazy party like this?

As he talks, he reaches into his pocket brings out a wad of cash in a clip, and pays for the beer, as their glasses are filled. Handing off the large plastic cup completely filled with beer to Kayley, before he holds his out to be refilled.

 

[Yukiko]

She nodded and followed silently, not completely sure of what to do. She was relatively shy to begin with, and being around a stranger – a strange guy no less – was a bit unnerving to say the least. Nevertheless, she did her best to be polite, and gave him her undivided attention as he informed her of the typical party setting. He seemed to know his way around pretty well; he also seemed very interested in helping her to adjust to such unfamiliar territory.

As they moved into the kitchen area, she found herself continuously glancing over her shoulder. She could feel people walking in circles around her – or at least it seemed that way – and she thought it best to keep her guard up. She did feel a little more at ease with her new friend, mostly for his apparent gregarious and friendly nature. She apparently wasn’t the best judge of character, seeing as how she was trusting this man, however hesitantly.

“That’s good,” she nodded to him with a small smile, “I suppose that makes me lucky to have you around then, right?” She attempted to flirt, despite how horrible it must have come off to him. Awkward and un-practiced; just like a little girl talking to her first crush.

She turns and accepts the offered drink with a smile, taking a small sip at first. The stuff wasn’t all that bad, really. In fact, she could see herself starting to actually enjoy it. She took another sip. Another followed after that.

 

[Tyr]

I don’t know if you’re lucky, but I know I am. Come on let me show you around.

Jimmy smiles as he flirts with her. With their glasses filled, he puts out his hand for her to take. Not that he really wanted to show her around, but it was a good excuse to find a spot they could hang out without being bothered. So he shows her around, the backyard converted into a dance area, the hallways filled with people, the main rooms filled with people lounging, drinking and smoking. The house was invaded by party goers; one or two of the side rooms had people either in amorous activities or the consumption of narcotics.

Jimmy waved to a few of the party goers, as they moved about the house, introducing Kayley as he went. Finally he finds a short hallway upstairs, a little off the beaten path, stopping only because it seemed like a good place to talk, a door open to an obvious office.

Well that’s about does it. I’ve been here a few times, these things can get crazy. I know the guy that lives here, so he won’t mind me up here, plus you can hear yourself.

Jimmy takes a drink of his beer, seemingly completely confident about where he was. He steps into the open office door.

Shit his dad is gone to someplace in the Far East for months at a time.

The office nicely appointed, with shelves, a desk, chairs, couch, and various awards and memorabilia. As if owning the place Jimmy just leans against the desk, and put his cup down, the music even here easily heard.

So what do you like to do?