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Criminal Punishments
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HowlingWoods
"And she heaved the forest upon her back"
(Hi. I'm almost finished writing, I'll copy and paste it here when I am. ^.^)
HowlingWoods
"And she heaved the forest upon her back"
It was a warm, sunny day in the middle of June, the kind of day that makes you glad Spring isn't over yet, but also makes you anticipate Summer with eagerness. The weather was clear and the temperature was comfortable, with just enough wind to feel good on your face and yet not enough wind to blow your hat away. The most ideal weather you could hope for, and it was expected to last for another few days, according to the weather channel. Only, there was one problem.
Sylio wouldn't get to see the sky today.
Sylio; officially, he was a child inmate who had gone out of control and killed his grandparents in cold blood three days ago. To his parents, he was a cheerful 14-year-old boy who remained positive even through intense bullying as a result of his Dyslexia. To his friends, he was a good basketball player with a soft spot for cats. To his aunts and uncles, he was an amazing nephew with good manners and a cute smile. To his classmates, he was the kid who tried his best to learn in school despite his disability. To those who bullied him, he was an easy target because he was so trusting of others. To his teachers, he was a smart boy who was earnest and worked hard in class, even though he had trouble reading and writing. To his older sister, he was the only teenager in the world who wasn't obsessed with his or her phone. To his deceased grandparents, he was the one person they would least expect to become a murderer, despite their strained relations. Sylio wasn't a bad kid. Everyone knew that. Everyone believed that. And yet, somehow, something had gone wrong. There was no mistaking that he was the one who killed his grandparents. The evidence couldn't point anywhere else. The problem was, no one knew what had gone wrong, or how. Or what to do now that it had.
It had been two days since Sylio was originally found by the police after fleeing the scene and running away into the woods behind his grandparent's house, hiding in a small crevice near a creek and falling asleep. Ever since he woke up the next day and was arrested, he'd been different. He grew overly quiet, although he was cooperative when asked questions, he easily lost his train of thought and his focus went out the window. When left alone, he'd sit still and stare at the wall for hours, not moving a single inch. His amber eyes, which normally were full of enthusiasm and life, had turned dull, lacking emotion or response. His messy ginger hair, which usually matched his cheerful attitude and out-of-the-box thinking, now seemed out of place when compared to his dull expression, or lack thereof. Something had changed within him, and it changed overnight. And no one knew what, how, or why.
On this warm, sunny day in the middle of June, most kids would be outside, playing a sport or at least sitting on a swing and texting like mad. A week ago, Sylio would have been doing the same. But he had changed since a week ago. And that was why he was laying on an orderly cot in a room with cushioned walls and two guards stationed outside, a large window allowing them to watch his every move. That was, of course, when he moved. He had hardly done anything more than blink the past three hours, and even that was done sparsely as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling with glazed amber eyes that almost made him appear blind, despite having already been checked for any damage to his eyes or other senses and being confirmed to be perfectly fine. His red hair was unkempt even beyond its usual state of an orderly sort of messy, despite having been supplied with a brush and other hygienic items and being given full access to use them. When brought food, he'd eat four or five bites before setting it aside, and when encouraged to eat more, he'd claim that he felt sick trying to eat more than a few bites. The doctors checked him out and determined that he wasn't sick, but they said it was reasonable to assume that the stress of everything that had happened could be having negative effects on his body and causing him to lose his appetite. They suggested having him eat as much as he can without pushing himself, and assured him that his appetite would likely return as he became more adjusted to the new environment and accepted the concept of what had happened. They also suggested that he receive counseling, but responding to this suggestion was postponed until the end of his trial because they did not want to have him switch counselors if he ended up being moved to another facility, as this could only make his situation more stressful.
Sylio's chest rose up and down in a steady breathing pattern, and one would think him asleep if not for the fact that his eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts shrouded in a quiet mystery, even as one doubted that he was even thinking at all.
Sylio wouldn't get to see the sky today.
Sylio; officially, he was a child inmate who had gone out of control and killed his grandparents in cold blood three days ago. To his parents, he was a cheerful 14-year-old boy who remained positive even through intense bullying as a result of his Dyslexia. To his friends, he was a good basketball player with a soft spot for cats. To his aunts and uncles, he was an amazing nephew with good manners and a cute smile. To his classmates, he was the kid who tried his best to learn in school despite his disability. To those who bullied him, he was an easy target because he was so trusting of others. To his teachers, he was a smart boy who was earnest and worked hard in class, even though he had trouble reading and writing. To his older sister, he was the only teenager in the world who wasn't obsessed with his or her phone. To his deceased grandparents, he was the one person they would least expect to become a murderer, despite their strained relations. Sylio wasn't a bad kid. Everyone knew that. Everyone believed that. And yet, somehow, something had gone wrong. There was no mistaking that he was the one who killed his grandparents. The evidence couldn't point anywhere else. The problem was, no one knew what had gone wrong, or how. Or what to do now that it had.
It had been two days since Sylio was originally found by the police after fleeing the scene and running away into the woods behind his grandparent's house, hiding in a small crevice near a creek and falling asleep. Ever since he woke up the next day and was arrested, he'd been different. He grew overly quiet, although he was cooperative when asked questions, he easily lost his train of thought and his focus went out the window. When left alone, he'd sit still and stare at the wall for hours, not moving a single inch. His amber eyes, which normally were full of enthusiasm and life, had turned dull, lacking emotion or response. His messy ginger hair, which usually matched his cheerful attitude and out-of-the-box thinking, now seemed out of place when compared to his dull expression, or lack thereof. Something had changed within him, and it changed overnight. And no one knew what, how, or why.
On this warm, sunny day in the middle of June, most kids would be outside, playing a sport or at least sitting on a swing and texting like mad. A week ago, Sylio would have been doing the same. But he had changed since a week ago. And that was why he was laying on an orderly cot in a room with cushioned walls and two guards stationed outside, a large window allowing them to watch his every move. That was, of course, when he moved. He had hardly done anything more than blink the past three hours, and even that was done sparsely as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling with glazed amber eyes that almost made him appear blind, despite having already been checked for any damage to his eyes or other senses and being confirmed to be perfectly fine. His red hair was unkempt even beyond its usual state of an orderly sort of messy, despite having been supplied with a brush and other hygienic items and being given full access to use them. When brought food, he'd eat four or five bites before setting it aside, and when encouraged to eat more, he'd claim that he felt sick trying to eat more than a few bites. The doctors checked him out and determined that he wasn't sick, but they said it was reasonable to assume that the stress of everything that had happened could be having negative effects on his body and causing him to lose his appetite. They suggested having him eat as much as he can without pushing himself, and assured him that his appetite would likely return as he became more adjusted to the new environment and accepted the concept of what had happened. They also suggested that he receive counseling, but responding to this suggestion was postponed until the end of his trial because they did not want to have him switch counselors if he ended up being moved to another facility, as this could only make his situation more stressful.
Sylio's chest rose up and down in a steady breathing pattern, and one would think him asleep if not for the fact that his eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts shrouded in a quiet mystery, even as one doubted that he was even thinking at all.
HowlingWoods
"And she heaved the forest upon her back"
(Ello? Been a few days... You still alive in there? ^.^)
HoodedMage
Your Text Based Necromancer
(Sorry! I've just been busy lately and I've lost interest in this... I'm really sorry.)
HowlingWoods
"And she heaved the forest upon her back"
(Nah, it's fine. If you're ever less busy though, we could try another roleplay, maybe with a different plot. ^.^)
