2.1.F.1.C - Roleplay Prompt (with bigkitty75) - (<lj site="livejo

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1. For whatever in game reasons, you need to steal something. Roleplay the situation from one of these standpoints (or all three in succession if you like):

C. You have been caught, or confronted after the fact, and you have to deal with the consequences or deny.

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"Spencer! You got a visitor."

It might be enough to make an eighteen-year-old open his eyes but not enough by far to make him get up. No, not even solitary confinement is bad enough to get him to face his dad. Yet.



"Tell him to give it up. I'm not gonna talk to him, alright?"

"'s not your dad, Spency."

Shawn groans and shudders at the nickname. "Dude." He shakes his head in pity. "I told you, you have to stop doing that."

The jailer looks affronted. "The hell? You're giving out nicknames all the time, wiseass."

"Yeah. But see, that's the difference. I invent them. You give them a y. And y is a very ingrate letter because it has this little hook that says 'Hang thyself in shame for I am not made for silly nicknames'!" Shawn frowns. "So, who's visiting me?"

Jail-y looks down at his file. "Some college boy. Guster." His eyes still fixed on the paper he misses how the kid's eyes widen at the name. "You want me to tell him to go to hell as well?"

Shawn bites his lip and silences for a moment, thinking. Then he shakes his head. "Nah. I wanna see him."

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"I would never!" Shawn shudders at the thought because he has seen some of those haircuts and he really doesn't want to look like he joined the military. But six months without a haircut? Sounds almost as bad.

Shawn sighs, his shoulder slumping, because it's simply nice to finally talk to his best friend again. He can even take the long 'I told you so!' rant that's most likely to come.

If that's the only thing that's going to come.

He pauses at that thought, warily and eyes his friend. "So you... heard what happened?"

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Gus tries to think carefully about how to phrase this. Because that girl hadn't had the decency to really keep her mouth shut, and it seems like everybody they knew had heard some version of her side of the events.

All the whispering was going on by their old classmates, but at least most of the adults weren't chiming in. Anybody who'd even gone near Henry Spencer in the past few days knew they'd better keep their opinion to themself.

Everybody execpt for Gus anyway, he'd never before been angry at Shawn's dad. Gus liked Henry, respected him a whole lot. Didn't always understand the way he chose to treat Shawn, but it'd never been like this before...

"...I heard, some things." Gus trails off. "Look, I want to hear from you, what happened?"

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"It's rumor central out there, isn't it?" Shawn sighs. "Please tell me it's at least something adventurous that includes me, a street gang and me winning. Not? Thought so."

He pushes a strand of hair. It's not long enough to stick behind his ear, though and naturally falls right back. He scowls.

"It wasn't supposed to be a big deal, it was just... I didn't want to look like an idiot, I mean, this date would have gone pretty badly, I kinda had to step it up." He drums on the small table space in front of him. "I... borrowed a car. With full intention of bringing it back! I mean, I don't even like cars that much, you know I dig my motorcycle."

Shawn leans back, heavily. "Dad arrested me."

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Gus nods grimly. "I talked a little bit with him, I mean, sorta."

It was more like Gus flipping out for the first time at Mr. Spencer, and Mr. Spencer telling him to get out before he did something he'd really regret.

It hadn't even ended with a door slam, because Gus never had the heart to fight like that with anyone, let alone a Spencer, and he'd stayed and Henry had helped him look for his lost shoe in silence.

Gus bites his lip but in the end can't resist. "This is completely ridiculous! Yes, you were an idiot, borrowing a car is just about the stupidest thing you have ever done! And for what?" Gus rolls his eyes. "She hasn't even slowed down any, she's dating one of the Freds from the football team." Gus doesn't know if that's going to sting or not. But it was like he couldn't stop himself.

Gus sighs. "...even so. You don't deserve this." He adds another soft idiot just to get the point across.

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"You did? Hilarious." Shawn snorts at that because right now he's at a point where he's convinced he's not going to talk to his father ever again. Like, ever.

"You know what this is?" he asks, pointing around. "This is grounding. This is grounding-when-your-son-is-too-old-for-grounding."

His voice drops, it's a lot quieter now. "I got six months. No parole."

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"Six months?!" Gus voice squeaks high at the end. He's not serious? He is serious.

This is utter and complete crap!

"Dude... I..." Gus doesn't know what to say to that. Because it sucks and it's utter crap, and it just sucks some more. "There's no way to get out early? Nothing?"

No parole. Damn. "Look, I bet I can bring you stuff, like magazines? Books? Oh, man, do you need to barter cigarettes with the other inmates?! You'll totally need a supply of those! My mother will kill me if she finds out, but this is for a good cause. Just promise you won't pick up any bad habits here." Gus gives Shawn his most serious, 'that stuff can kill your lungs' look.

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Six months. Damn, he has only been here for three days it it already feels like forever. Six whole months and all Shawn wants is to get out of here, to go to the beach or another state or skydiving or just what the hell ever comes to his mind. He can't spend six months in here, he is going to die, he just knows it.

He absently rubs his forehead. "That'd be great, yeah," he mutters because the way Gus is looking at him he expects him to say something.

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Gus watches as his friend deflates even further into a depressing state. And there's not a thing he can realistically do about it.

But he vows that ever opportunity, everyday if he can manage it. He'll come to visit. If he's got to beg a ride from Shawn's own father. He knows that Henry Spencer still hasn't given up trying to get to Shawn. Because he's the one who gave Gus a ride down here today.

There's no way of getting Shawn out of this, not this time. But that doesn't mean Gus will let him go though this entirely on his own.

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"You're not..." He idly plays with the slightly too long sleeve, avoiding eye contact. "You're not mad at me, are you?" he finally asks hesitantly. "Just because I was... kinda stupid? I mean..."

He knows it's a silly thing to ask and goddamnit, he shouldn't, but then again he would have never thought that his parents could break apart either. He would have never thought that his father would ever, ever do something like this, arresting him, having him locked up for six months. And he would have never thought that he could develop such deep, black feelings against his dad, like a dark, heavy blanket, slowly suffocating him.

What is he supposed to think about things that should make him feel safe?

"I mean, you're still my friend, right?"

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Gus blinks, not entirely comprehending just why Shawn is asking this.

"Shawn, the entire time that I've known you, you've been stupid." He struggles to keep from letting too much tolerant affection stain his tone. "Why would I stop being your friend over something like this?"

If he can survive though many, many, many dangerous science fair mishaps and still consider Shawn his best frien, one little thing like a prison record isn't going to change that.

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"I don't know." Shawn ducks his head and grins sheepishly, shrugging. "I'm gonna miss your birthday."

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"No you won't." Gus assures firmly. "Hey we've been down that road before, I'll just bring the party to you! Well, party may be a bit of an overstatement. But I'll be here."

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Shawn blinks and looks up. "What? Are you serious?"

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Gus just looks at Shawn. Do I look like I'm joking to you?

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"Sweet." Shawn can't help but grin, his spirits lifting a little. "That will be like the coolest birthday ever. We can play What movie is this prison conversation from?"

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Gus grins back. "That sounds like a good plan to me."

A guard standing off to the side clears his throat and that makes Gus aware of the fact his visitor's time is up. They really don't give you very much time when it's not regular visiting hours, and Gus is sure that if it wasn't for Henry's persuasion efforts, aka: demands, he wouldn't have been able to get in today. "Look man, I gotta go, but..."

He holds his fist up to the glass. It's the best he can do for a bump.

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Shawn's face falls a little but he quickly recovers. No need to make this any harder than it already is.

He bumps his fist against the glass. "... but you'll totally be back, right?"

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"Dude, sure I will." Gus just has to work it into his class schedual that's all.

8 am, math. 9 am, lit of the post modern aera, 10 am. visit shawn in prison, 12 lunch.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

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Shawn nods, smiling a little. "Yeah man. See ya."