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Posted on: Mar 24 2018, 06:07 PM
Atlas preferred the lonely, dark nights over the busy, people invested mornings. For one, there wasn't a lot of people in his face at this time of the day. Like in most districts, there was a set curfew, a certain time people had to settle into their home. If they didn't comply with this rule, they would be whipped the next morning for everyone to see. There would be a few stragglers here and there, but usually, the Peacekeepers in Thirteen would pass on a stern warning to anyone they caught lagging behind.
Thirteen wasn't a bad place to patrol. He'd come into his fair share of scuffles along the way since being stationed over here, though none of them weren't anything he couldn't handle.
He kind of wondered how his mother was doing these days. Old and physically fragile, she was the hardest to leave behind. She had a lot of neighbors looking out for her in Two, but none of them could be there for her, at her side, for more than a couple hours a day. Maybe he would call her, even if that meant giving up the rest of his night to talk about her day and what she would do the next day. That woman could go on for hours on end without break and Atlas had dealt with that for the majority of his life. Now that he was out here, on his own, there was a part of him that missed her.
Wren was strong mentally and emotionally. When she lost her husband, she was more so concerned with Atlas' well being than her own. Everything she did was for Atlas, and how did he end up repaying her? By leaving Two for Thirteen. He thought about taking an early day off so he could start off his weekend by her side, making her meals and helping her with whatever she needed. She wouldn't accept that kind of help, especially as she'd been doing a lot of her own stuff since Atlas left Two.
No matter how much he'd pushed, she wouldn't ever budge. Wren was determined to do everything on her own and not stress Atlas out until the day she died.
Yes. Atlas would finish his duties early and go see her.
Just as he rounded the corner, there was a loud sound in the opposite direction. Completely clad in his patrolman uniform, Atlas turned to approach the source of whatever was making such loud noises. On the way over, he waved off a couple of other Patrolman that was ready to deal with the disruption on their own, but if he wanted to leave tonight or early the next morning, he would need to walk all of Thirteen quickly. Whatever it was, he hoped it didn't consume too much of his time.
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Posted on: Mar 24 2018, 06:42 PM
Yeah. Okay. Curfew... Roman got it, he understood. He was always tucked away at home by the time it was called, usually marking papers for the kids in his class so he could get them back to them. Nobody could work on bettering themselves unless they knew how well they were doing. Roman like to get his grades to his kids as quickly as he could so they knew where they stood. Tonight had been different though. All of his work was out of the way and Roman didn't have anything pressing to do. He wanted to go out for a couple of drinks instead. However, self-control not ever having been one of his strong suits, a couple of drinks had turned into a couple more and then a couple more.
By the time curfew was approaching and Roman was sent out the door to head home, he was having a really hard time understanding the importance of moving quickly. He made his way down halls and alleys, completely intending to make his way back to his pod. He just kept getting distracted, was all. And things were really trivial, really funny right now. It didn't help that he could seem to walk in a straight line. The noise Atlas heard happened to be him running into a couple empty barrels outside of a bake pod. They toppled over and Roman's hand flipped straight to his mouth. He giggled, unable to suppress the laughter.
"Sorry barrels. Up you go!"
He tried leaning the first barrel back up but it tumbled back to the floor. Roman barked with laughter, his hands on his knees. Somehow the fact that the upturned barrel had as much trouble staying on its feet as he did was absolutely hilarious. Drunk barrels, what a riot!
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Posted on: Mar 24 2018, 08:00 PM
The last time he saw Roman, Atlas had left him with a bruise. A lot of their exchanges seem to end with bruises, whether words managed to wound the Peacekeeper or the Peacekeeper had put his hands on Roman. Atlas couldn't seem to contain himself around this man, no matter how hard he tried. He could push buttons that nobody else could, that if anybody else tried, they wouldn't succeed. It could be that no one else had the balls to say anything, whereas Roman could probably do it without even realizing there could be consequences.
He almost turned to allow the incoming Peacekeepers to deal with it. Let them deal with Roman and Atlas would see him the next morning, bright and early, for a good whipping and likely left out to bleed for an hour or two. For all the shit Roman had put Atlas through, it was what he deserved.
Everything in him screamed to walk away. He was just two seconds off from leaving the teacher in the dirt to be picked up by these men. Atlas knew he deserved whatever happened next - but his mother was in the back of his head, telling him to shirk his responsibilities and duties for the night. Why did he deserve that, though, he asked her? Why did he deserve to, once again, avoid the consequences of his actions? Wren had always told him to have a heart. It may have been what got Lap killed in the end and it might hurt him, as well, if he were caught.
Fuck. Roman was the bane of his existence, he could see that now.
Maybe he deserved a good beating. Or to be told off until that person was blue in the face. Not that whipping.
This was wrong. So wrong. Atlas had worked his ass off to be in the spot that he was in, and if he kept his head down and did as he was told, he could be in line for another promotion. No one had ever made him want to put his entire job on the line before and this was a lot to think about - just not right now. He turned back on his feet and hurried back to Roman's side, clenching his teeth together in frustration as he reached for him. His hand caught a shoulder, giving him a whole few seconds to see the face of the man that was touching him before he grabbed his hand to pull him towards a nearby alley.
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Posted on: Mar 27 2018, 10:38 PM
The earth whirled under Roman as someone grabbed his hand and pulled. He straightened and found himself in an alley, his vision blurred for a second but then it all came back and he found a familiar face in front of him. Atlas. He had some kind of fancy title the peacekeepers earned too, but Roman couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. Fear flashed through his heart and across his face as he registered what was going on though. He was undoubtedly out after curfew, he hadn't meant to be, but here he was. The last time he'd done something Atlas hadn't quite cared for he'd been hit. Now he'd done something even worse than simply opening his mouth as he had before.
Roman would never learn to keep his opinions to himself. He'd always had that problem.
"Atlas." he said, the word dripping off of numb lips, sloppy and sad. "I didn't mean to..." he laughed, he wasn't explaining any of this away. It didn't matter what he said, it could only get worse from here. It seemed, with Atlas anyway, that the more Roman spoke the angrier he got. It wasn't as though he were innocent though, he knew that. Roman had tried to push the other man's buttons and had succeeded. He could still feel the phantom of the bruise he'd received for it. His hand darted up to his face, rubbing where he'd been hit, hoping to avoid getting hit again.
His fate was in Atlas' hands now and he had no reason to show him mercy.
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Posted on: Mar 31 2018, 09:03 PM
His heart proceeded to pound relentlessly against his chest, fear filling him as he dragged Roman to the alley. He was only seconds away from being caught, but he managed to get both himself and Roman to the alley before the two could even be spotted. There, he started to listen in on the footsteps, attempting to decipher whether the Peacekeepers would walk in Atlas' direction or not. Once again, Roman was putting him in a tough spot.
Once again, Atlas felt like knocking Roman out.
By putting his hands on Roman, he'd already put his job on the line. And by doing this, helping the civilian instead of letting him face the consequences of his actions, Atlas was essentially putting his entire life on the line. All he could think about while listening to footsteps was just how much he wanted to put his hands back on Roman. Then he remembered, this man would never learn. He would continue to do as he pleased, not taking responsibility and not being punished for it.
"Atlas," He heard him speak, tilting his head in Roman's direction. "I didn't mean to..." Atlas snapped his head back in Roman's direction, blue eyes like ice as it pierced itself to Roman. "Shut up," He hissed in the others direction. If they were quiet, they could get out of this. Atlas wouldn't be put on the spot, once again, for another mistake he made. They could both benefit from it and he hoped, somewhere in that empty head of his, he would want to take that over the whips.
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Posted on: Apr 3 2018, 12:21 AM
He just looked so mean. The peacekeeper hissed for Roman to shut up and stared him down with eyes as mean as a snake, but as clear and beautiful as the pastel colors his kids painted their imaginings of the ocean. Roman obeyed, leaning his body against the wall to stop its swaying and pressing his lips together into a thin white line. There was something more serious here than Roman cared to admit and he knew he could be in terrible trouble. Atlas could be parading him away for punishment right now, but he wasn't, he'd pulled him into an alley instead. The man wasn't prone to kindness as far as Roman had seen, so he did what he was told and shut the hell up instead of firing something sarcastic back at the man.
He didn't know what it was in him that insisted on pushing Atlas' buttons much more than he would with anyone else. He was convinced that it was the man's authority, or maybe the man's pure hatred for Roman and his occupation. He loved those kids and what he was doing for them was something to be admired, not looked down upon. But maybe it was Atlas' own occupation. The kind of guy that used to relentlessly tease Roman, the kind of guy that used violence instead of words when rage rose in his throat, the kind of guy that always thought he was better than anyone else...that was the kind of guy that became a peacekeeper.
Roman didn't know and right now he couldn't even think straight. He pressed her knuckles into his temples as his head began to throb. Too much alcohol, too much movement, too many things to try to puzzle out. What was Atlas going to do to him and what exactly why had he spared him at all? Roman closed his eyes and tried to listen for whatever Atlas seemed intent on hearing, but all he could hear was the buzzing of his own thoughts.
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Posted on: Apr 3 2018, 03:35 PM
In just a matter of moments, the footsteps died and the looming danger of being caught began to fade in time with the sky going dark. Finally, Atlas could breathe, completely forgetting about his prior commitments and turning his attention to the man he'd risked a lot for. He took him in, blue eyes absorbing his features in the dark, trying to figure out what could have possibly been so important that he decided to break curfew and bestow a heavy punishment upon himself. "You're crazy," Atlas affirmed with a gruff tone. There was no other word for this man because crazy pretty much summed it right up.
He was sure Roman didn't care. Neither did Atlas, but he was still trying to figure out what could have possessed him long enough to melt some of his cold, icy heart for one person that hadn't done anything for him. All he could say was that his mother might have had more of an impact on him than he'd like to admit. She would praise him for not leaving Roman out to the blood hungry sharks that would have no issue bringing down the cruel, unforgiving whip on the skin of any man that was set before it, and even though he came off as one of many hard-bitten Peacekeepers that would have no issue handling a whip, he chose to be different.
"Lets go," Atlas grumbled as he turned away from Roman. There should be no issue getting from here to the pods, but he still had to go with Roman to ensure this idiot didn't get caught by another patrol. "On your feet," He barked to the man behind him, cold as ever.
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Posted on: Apr 4 2018, 01:12 AM
Roman nodded his aching head dumbly in agreement when Atlas called him crazy. He'd heard that one a few times before and he was prone to believe it sometimes. What he was doing tonight though, wasn't crazy. He'd simply had too much to drink and couldn't manage to get home on time. That was all. That could happen to anyone. It was the peacekeepers that wouldn't understand that or would ignore that fact if he were picked up after curfew. What Atlas was doing was crazy. It almost seemed as though he was intent on protecting Roman, which was out of character, as far as Roman had seemed. Though the cold way the peacekeeper looked at him, the way he barked orders at him, that hadn't changed since the last time. He was still mean. But something, something was there under that.
Roman tried to sway his body away from the wall and failed on the first attempted, his body leaning back once more. He put his hands out in front of him and pushed himself forward again, stumbling upright. It was just that when his body stopped swaying, the world around him started to. As though he were on a ship, or as though he'd just been on a ship and now he had sea legs. He'd read that in a book before and he'd always wanted to be on a ship. He never left this underground district though. Never. He wasn't allowed.
He tried to take a step forward but it felt like the swaying world around him held him to the spot. Then his stomach churned. He tried to speak, to tell Atlas to wait but all he did was mumble. No, that wasn't right. He tried again but as soon as he wrapped his mouth around a word his stomach's contents erupted and pushed past everything he was about to say, spraying Atlas' pants from thigh to ankle. Roman groaned. This night was getting worse by the minute.
"I need..." He steadied himself. "I need to go home."
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Posted on: Apr 6 2018, 12:26 AM
There was something completely off about Roman. Atlas couldn't exactly tell what was wrong, but he could chalk it up to, pretty much, anything and everything. And he might have asked if he was capable of caring or concerned with anything else that didn't include keeping his job.
He didn't look very good, that's for sure.
"I'm not going to tell you again, Tate." He said impatiently, pressing his side against the wall as he watched Roman try to move. He stumbled forward and then back, earning an eye roll from Atlas. They couldn't just stay here all night. Atlas had to check in with his superiors at a certain point of the night, and he couldn't do that here, waiting for Roman to get the motivation to move. Instead of being helpful, Atlas decided on being impatient and aggressive, walking toward the other man to see if he could get the Educator to move.
Atlas regretted it instantly. Not seconds after Roman began to move again, his mouth opened to spew the contents of his stomach all over Atlas. At first, his face fell, emotionless to the whole situation. He had shit all over his uniform - but for the first time since meeting Roman, he was calm about this. In all actuality, he was busy inside his own head, thinking of ways to embarrass this man in the future. "I need..." Roman began, "I need to go home."
He couldn't agree more. Atlas just nodded in response and reached toward Roman to help him from the wall, ignoring the stench of puke filling his nostrils. He curled an arm around the man's back, giving him a second to steady himself before the Patrolman slowly tried to walk Roman in the direction of the living quarters.
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Posted on: Apr 6 2018, 02:45 AM
Roman made a silent vow to himself as Atlas wrapped an arm around his back to help him along. He would never, ever, for as long as he lived, touch another drink. Of course, this vow was a usual one. He made it every time he had a little too much to drink. It wasn't that he drank often and that was probably why he was such a lightweight, probably why he had puked all over the peacekeeper. He'd simply had more than he could handle and hadn't known until it was much too late. The seriousness of the situation was beginning to descend on him as his buzz began to wear off. It was hard to stay in a good state of mind when you'd soiled a peacekeepers uniform, after curfew. Especially when you had a bad history with said peacekeeper.
He made his way along with Atlas' help, occasionally pointing out a turn, gradually becoming more aware of the throbbing in his head than the rumbling in his stomach. With all of that alcohol out of his system or processed through, the hangover was already beginning to take its hold. That was fair. All the fun of the evening had ended long ago. As they neared his pod, Roman pointed it out, his eyes heavy, his head heavier and his heart heaviest of all. He hadn't expected this kindness from Atlas, but he was grateful for it.
"I just, want to say thank you. I'm sorry. About being out. And about your uniform."
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Posted on: Apr 8 2018, 02:04 AM
He could have been anywhere by now. Somewhere stuffing his face with food, or off on a train to his see mother. Then it hit him along the way that he'd forgotten all about his plans to ditch work early and go out to Two to see her - but here he was, escorting a drunk man home, missing out on seeing the one person that had his back through everything and anything. Atlas was so close to just throwing Roman on the floor, to leave him there and move along with the rest of his night as planned. Roman had taken a lot from him anyway and that would be only an slice of the crap that Atlas wanted to deliver.
But he couldn't do it. There was some underlying reason for his random act of kindness, though he hadn't picked up on any of it. For someone that claimed to be smart, he had trouble pinpointing where this desire to help someone came from. Once at the door of the pod, Atlas held Roman up a little straighter. He was waiting for him to open when he heard the man apologize, earning narrowed eyes of confusion from the Patrolman, "I just, want to say thank you. I'm sorry. About being out. And about your uniform." That it? Atlas just snickered at first. Roman had more to apologize for than that but it was certainly a start.
"We're not done here yet." Atlas might as well finish the job while he was standing here, covered in puke. "Open the door." He demanded of him like he had been the entire night.
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Posted on: Apr 17 2018, 10:46 PM
Of course, this one act of kindness wasn't what Atlas wanted to leave Roman with. He should have known better than that. Considering how their last few interactions had ended, Roman had his suspicions, he couldn't figure out why the peacekeeper would be kind now, but he didn't expect to get walked home and then have the anger Atlas surely felt clash against him. He ducked his head, scanned his print and allowed the pod to open.
Inside was an absolute mess, one that he'd never been ashamed of until now. A blush crept up his neck as he entered the pod. Roman wasn't a pig or anything, the dishes were clean, there wasn't a spot of trash anywhere, but he had an issue with organization. Books lay everywhere, one laying open on its pages on Roman's favourite chair. Papers to grade spread haphazardly across his kitchen table, art the kids had made for him was taped across what space on the wall wasn't taken up by photos he'd copied and framed himself and if Atl.as were to venture into Roman's bedroom he'd find the sheets, pillows and covers in the heap Roman had left them in when he'd gotten out of bed that morning.
His head was still bowed at he walked into his living space, slow steps as his head pound and his mind raced. He didn't know what was in store, but he wasn't looking forward to it.
"Look, I don't know what else I can say." Perhaps it was best just to shut up.
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Posted on: Apr 18 2018, 12:24 AM
Roman had insulted his intelligence, had degraded him without even trying, and had left him fearing for his career on more than one occasion. He'd managed to also distract him from his original plans so that he went out of his own way to help someone that had been more of a pain in his ass than anyone else could have been, meaning, needless to say, Atlas had no intention of letting their vendetta die.
By the end of this, he'd have that pretty mouth begging Atlas to stop.
The very thought of Roman's "pretty mouth" had him do double take. Nothing about Roman was pretty - or so he told himself - but he did expect him to be begging him to stop before Atlas even started. Once inside of the room, he took a swift glance around the rest of the room, eyeing everything in sight as if he were trying to memorize it all. He sneered at the sight of those childish paintings, reminding him just how juvenile Roman's job was and how useless those kids would be if the only thing they knew how to do was cry and paint.
Atlas had shut off all his emotions. When he realized they were useless, that they would get in the way of what he wanted most, he flicked off the switch in his brain and that left him as this uncaring, militaristic man who didn't feel or have concern for others. The only person that could crack his hard shell was miles away, unaware of the person he became while he was on his own, no longer reminded on a consistent basis that there were good things about the world they lived in.
"Look, I don't know what else I can say."
Speaking of which, one of the worst things about the world they lived in was still breathing. Atlas found Roman's gaze, cold and unfriendly as it always was before turning away to proceed. His hand found the belt and unfastened it so he could swiftly remove it from the loops, unbuttoning and unzipping the rest until he felt less suffocated down below, enough to force the pants down his legs and to pool around his feet. "You're going to wash these," Atlas told him, more of a demand than a request, though he already assumed that Roman would forget in the morning.
"I'll be back for it later. Do you need help getting into bed?" He asked the other man, looking over his shoulder to the teacher.
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Posted on: Apr 18 2018, 01:09 AM
It was a question more than anything else. Though he was sure he probably would need help, he'd already resigned himself to slinking into his chair and passing out there fully clothed once Atlas was gone. But those plans had seemed to change in a blink of an eye.
Now Roman had pants to wash for the peacekeeper and he hadn't really expected that. He deserved to clean his own mess, he understood that. He hadn't expected Atlas to strip down in his pod though and he had to chastise himself already. You can't stare at a peacekeeper's ass, no matter what stage of nudity he was in, in the middle of your living space. That's not how life worked. Especially when that peacekeeper hated your guts and had to walk your drunk ass home after you'd vomited on him. That wasn't an option, but Roman found himself doing it anyway.
"Do you...want to borrow a pair of mine?" He kept his eyes from the peacekeeper, starring off into the kitchen, confused beyond belief. He probably wouldn't be able to handle this sober and while he wasn't as gone as he had been when Atlas had found him but he certainly was nowhere near sober enough for this to be happening. It was happening anyway. He didn't want to be attracted to this prick, but he'd passed that stage long ago, back before Atlas had punched him straight in the face. Now the guy was half dressed in his pod. No, Roman couldn't handle that. Atlas needed to go.
Whatever punishment Roman needed to face needed to pass. He wanted to go to sleep, he wanted to pretend none of this had happened when he woke up. After he returned Atlas' pants, of course. That was the least he could do, right? He hadn't been asked anyway, he'd been ordered. Then again, he'd crossed Atlas' before, he'd even reported him to superiors.
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Posted on: Apr 19 2018, 11:00 PM
"Probably?" He narrowed his eyes at him, turning to face the other man with the pants in his hand. "Fine," Atlas responded gruffly. It wasn't like he could go anywhere now with how dark it was, and he supposed finishing what he started would make it easier to leave the pod without wondering if Tate would hurt himself.
But why did he care anyway? Roman made it so easy to hate him, yet Atlas felt concern for his wellbeing. They'd went hard in their previous exchanges; Atlas claiming Roman was spineless and soft, and Roman with zero issues letting Atlas know that he wasn't as intelligent as he claimed to be. The Patrolman had put his hands on the educator, driven by anger and the need to defend himself. To remind Roman that, between the two of them, he was the one in control.
"Do you...want to borrow a pair of mine?"
He looked down at himself, remembering that he couldn't exactly leave without something down there. It'd make more sense for him to wear something and then return it to Roman at a later date. "Sure," Atlas eventually said, returning his attention to the others face. "Tell me where I can leave these," He didn't want to leave it anywhere, just somewhere Roman would see it in the morning and in a place that the soiled part wouldn't cause a different kind of mess.
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