Welcome To The: BUNK

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       A cold breeze blasted out from the white bunk hall as the silver reflectant doors opened in a slow slidding motion. I pulled the worn button up second shirt closer around my self as i stepped out. The limp in my leg only progressed to worsen with each step, the shoes and socks on my feet barley did much to beflect the cold from the ground.  Pashing each door counting as i went, reading the numbers. I was very lucky to keep the skill on remembering how to count, unlike most in the bunk younger kids. . . bunk, younger kids.

"Watch where your going, dork!" a voice snapped from a inmate as i nearly crashed into them, sucked into deep thought. Dork? Dork. White bunk insults are very different? I steaded my self from tripping over my own feet and turned to watch two inmates turn out of sight into another hall.

"Watch where your going dork can't you see I'm walking here!" I retorted.

"Put a sock in it-dipshit!" The same voice retorted bouncing off the walls. The second inmates snickered laugh followed. I didnt replie, to confused over the newly learned insult.  The younger bunk kids werent ever this curle, unless from other group during a conflict. Pushing the nagging thoughts from my head and resiting the urdge to yell after the other inmates. I limped up the hall further on almost tripping over a few upraised steps as Ronnie's warning was fresh in my head. Resding over the numbers in my head i finally found room 9256. I had almost missed the door twice as i had to walk back down the hall to find it. Should i knock? We never knocked at Bunk cell doors? Well. . . there wasnt really a door to knock on anyway. Stepping forward i grabbed the handle and pushed forward the door swung open in wards almost making me fall forward if i hadnt of caught my self. A gasp and sniffing sounded from my stumbling entrance.

"Drag. Tip, ever knock!" Maggie hissed.

"Sorry" i answered shaking my head honestly. I saw Maggie was sitting on the white tiled floor in the corner in the furthest part of the bunk room. A blanket rapped figure of a being sat next to her. Maggie's long paled arms rapped around the figure, sniffling and hiccuping sobs sounded from the worn grey blob. It was strang seeing someone like Maggie having her arms rapped around something. This intimidating, tall, strong statue of a true unemotional leader, comforting something so small and fragile like Lacy. It was truly another side to the two girls, one usually unbelievable happy now sobbing and the other usually a stone cold glaring stone, was whispering soft words.

"Will you shut the Drag door before someone sees us in here please?" Maggie hissed pulling the sobbing Lacy blanket covered blob closer to her tall lean sitting form. Nope, Maggie was still as cruel as ever. I leaned over and closed the door softly. A wild haired static head popped out from under the blanket. Lacys eyes where swollen red, watery and puffy. Her thin lashes stuck together from her moist tears. Evidence of crying tears still leaking from her eyes down her cheecks. Snot trickled from her nose collecting on her wobbly upper lip. She looked just like a younger bunk kid crying rapped up in a blankey being comforted by a bigger person. A feeling tugged at the cord attaching my brain to my gut, a strong feeling to comfort.

"Are you just going to stand there like a drag dork all day?" Maggie hissed her dark eyes burning holes into me as if i was the reason for sweet Lacys tears and hiccuping sniffles. Again with that white bunk term, dork.

"Sorry" i whispered. I moved forward and sat on the edge of a over packet bunk bed with pillows and blankets, the mattres not even visible. I sat on the edge of the bed facing them my back to the door.

"You look like trash, Tip" Maggie stated bluntly,  she was always painfully honest to no end.

"Thanks, I hear that a lot." Lacy gave a muffled hiccuping giggle then broke into sobs again. It was so strang seeing someone as bubbly and smily, sobbing so hard. A warm feeling tickled my chest at her comment. I looked to Maggie seeing her nose was swollen one nostrial flaming a bright red shade of distress. Light green bruising was scattered over her left cheek, foreshadowing some nasty discoloring of the skin. She must have received such injuries from training  the sparring can get quite brutal. I would hate to see the other inmate, but I'd probably pity whatever critical condition they were in.