[ interquel to hideaway and runaway. ]
"s-stop, please!"
"she's screaming, you know."
"..."
"her cries, she's begging for me not to touch you."
"shut up! stop it!"
"you know, i bet this is what you wanted, michael wheeler."
"l-let go of me, help! he...
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"SO...ARE YOU GOING TO tell me about what happened to your knuckles?" A muffled voice rang from behind the Runaway's figure where she'd been sitting down cross-legged beside the wooden desk, scrummaging through the pull-out shelves that aligned themselves down the desk on each side, being six shelves in total and all were busied with paperwork and diaries. Claudia was already halfway through and her legs cramped in the uncomfortable position but she could only keep working.
But whipping her head behind to the other brunette in the confined room, she glanced between Steve's questionable look and her bandaged injury, "I had another bad nightmare and punched my mirror." Claudia answered him, blunt and honest because if she was able to talk to someone about this fiasco, it was definitely the Harrington dork. Plus, Steve had already looked after and teased her enough that she was happy enough to trust him and let him into her disastrous identity. Hazel eyes trailed up and down his standing figure - grey sweatpants and a navy shirt covering his body - as the older boy flicked through the thousands upon thousands of books stacked in neat rows, all orderly arranged and alined back-to-back where their insides could not be judged by their covers. And all pages completely filled with either Russian or English, there was no in-between.
The bookshelf was the first thing Claudia caught her eyes on when she first walked into the office after picking the lock, quite easily actually, Claudia has had practice from home when her father would lock her bedroom door from the outside.
Because she wasn't allowed to leave her room until he said so.
Little Parker thought it was the worst idea someone ever had. But then she saw that muttonchops became a huge trend in the late 70s and she labelled that her father's idea was the second worse.
But Claudia nowadays - even if she still was mad that her father had the audacity to do that - could only suggest that it was for a good cause. Maybe it was for the safety that Claudia didn't leave her room to escape, not like she remembered having any intentions to leave. Or maybe it was because her parents didn't want to come down the stairs and listen in on the fighting, which only happened a couple of times before her father put a lock on her bedroom door.
Steve squinted his eyes a bit, only to then look away from Claudia once she did the same thing and they continued on their quest to find the codebreaker paper, "Seriously? Missy, what happened this time?" He questioned curiously, maybe a touch of worry crossed his face as well.
"El woke me up, told me some kind of...intruder was trying to break in the cabin. So we went to investigate and um, Eleven walked outside and I kept punching the door to try and open it up. So I'm guessing that I was doing the same thing in real life or some kind of shit like that." Claudia bit her lip slowly, nervously shuffling her fingers through each and every thin paper her eyes couldn't think straight from the foreign language that was inked on the white sheet, "There's this voice that keeps wanting to let him in. I don't know - it's stupid. But every time I've had these nightmares, the only voice I can really here is...that. Harassing me to let it in," She answered slowly and carefully.
