A Step Too Far
 

“Well Crevan you've finally gone too far,” the policeman said as he lead the handcuffed eleven year old toward the facility that was going to serve as his home for the foreseeable future. He was familiar with the kid because of the various stunts that he had pulled and now he had finally taken it a step too far and was headed for an undetermined stay in the juvenile detention facility. A real shame as far as the officer was concerned since he didn't think that the kid was really as bad as he tried to convince people he was.

A frown graced the lips of the boy in question, eleven year old Crevan Faolan. Dressed for the moment in a pair of jeans and a blue hoodie the boy was no doubt in for an outfit change once he was processed but he didn't really care. Small for his age he more closely resembled a nine year old but he had more than enough attitude for any teenager, the kid scoffing in response to what the police officer had to say. “Like this is going to be any different from those stupid foster homes they stuck me in,” the boy said scathingly, giving the man a glaring look as he was lead inside.

That caused the police officer to sigh but there was really nothing that he could do for the kid so he just signed him in and then waited for the one that was going to take him to his new accommodations. After signing the paperwork he handed over the backpack that contained the kid's worldly possessions, which were just a change of clothes and a stuffed fox that he didn't even like for people to know that he had. The man didn't say anything about that however and instead just quietly checked in the boy's stuff and then stood back and waited, his hand gripping the kid's upper arm to keep him in check even though Crevan was currently handcuffed and unlikely to really try to escape.

Crevan just gazed around through slightly narrowed blue eyes, taking everything in and trying to figure out first and foremost how he could get out of this situation. True he acted as though he didn't care but that was far from the truth, it was all just a shield to keep everyone out and to protect himself from getting hurt again. He'd suffered enough of that at the hands of his father, he refused to open himself up to more from people that he didn't even know and was convinced had no reason whatsoever to care. That refusal was at least part of the reason for his current predicament, the boy having repeatedly ran away from the foster homes that he was placed in and even a group home that his social worker had thought he might behave better in. It was all the same to Crevan and he didn't want to be there, a fact that he made abundantly clear to pretty much everyone that he came into contact with.

"I've said it once, and I'll say it again-"

"Once? You're kidding right? You say it daily."

"Fine, but I still don't think this is right. I mean if someone just opened up their hearts to these kids, there'd be no use for these prisons-"

"Detention centers." The other man corrected, shaking his head. "You wanna make the kids feel like real criminals?" He walked side by side with the taller man and clicked his tongue. "No matter how much you hate how this is, you can't really change it. Just hold your tongue, you can leave at the end of the day."

"Yeah right, all I think about are these kids, and they deserve better Kev..." The man had always worn his heart on his sleeve. He'd been in foster care as a child, he knew what it was like to feel like you had been given up on. Every kid just needed someone to understand them. Roy Kellis had worked at the same place for about four years now. He just wanted to help kids, even though he could be a little old fashioned in his methods of dealing with behavior at times. He said goodbye to his colleague and then walked along down to the main office where he was met by a police officer with a firm grasp on who he knew to be Crevan Faolan.

"Hello Crevan." He said softly but with an air of authority, he knew it was important for the kids to know who was in charge. "Thanks officer, but I'll take things from here." he said with a friendly smile, shaking the officer's free hand and then he lead Crevan through the double doors down the hall. He figured taking the boy to his room was going to be the best thing to do right now. "I'm Roy." he informed, walking the young man along down to the room, and pausing when they got there. "Do you know how things are going to work here?"

Hearing the sound of a door being opened Crevan turned his head in that direction and he scowled when he saw the man that was walking toward them. When he offered up his greeting the boy just snorted and rolled his eyes, thinking that was a bit stupid. "Don't bother with the fake greetings, we all know how this is going to be," he said, once again going back to showing the attitude that the police officer that was with him was already very familiar with.

The man shook his head as he said, "Don't try to pick a fight Crevan, you'll lose." He then turned his gaze to the other man when he said that he would take things from there, the cop nodding his head as he produced a small key and removed the handcuffs that Crevan was wearing. "Best of luck kid, hope things get better for you," he said as he moved to leave, knowing that even uncuffed there was really nowhere for the boy to go. He was sincere with his words, he really did hope that things got better for the kid, what with the abuse that he had suffered at the hands of his biological father and then the subsequent foster care, all of which was in his file, he'd had a rough start in life.

Crevan looked at the officer as he spike and once again just rolled his eyes, following the new guy as he was lead trough the double doors and down a hallway. Already the kid was looking around and trying to figure out just how he was going to get out of this place, the wheels in his head turning and he knew that there had to be a way, there was no such thing as a place that was escape proof after all.

"Don't care," he said when the man told him his name, Crevan looking at him finally when they stopped and he was asked if he knew how things were going to work. "I assumed I'd be locked up and that would be the end of it," was the response that the chestnut haired boy gave to that question, Crevan staring up at the man through intelligent blue eyes that were laced with anger.

Roy almost chuckled when Crevan snorted that he didn't care, he got that response quite a bit. "I didn't think you would." he answered, voice hard. He knew he was meant to keep a stern, poker face with the kids, but he couldn't help caring about them, and wanting them to really help themselves. He knew that the only real threat of being in Juvie were the other kids, they would be rough on the new boy, and it was likely Crevan was going to receive some harm at their hands. He found it sick how some of the handlers actually encouraged the behavior, even put bets on who was going to win.

But he wasn't like that, he was going to keep an eye on Crevan and ensure that he didn't receive any proper harm, he could see by the anger in his blue eyes that he just was a little lost and had pretty much given up on caring whether or not he had a good future and a good life. He unlocked the handcuffs from around Crevan's wrists and then pushed him slightly toward the room as he opened it. There were three other boys in there who looked pretty mean.

"Yep, that's pretty much how it's going to be. You step out of line and I'll be right there to make sure you get back behind it. This is a punishment and you're just going to have to deal." Roy explained, handing the kid his stuff, and he rose a brow at the stuffed fox, but said nothing. "Lunch will be in an hour, you're to follow the other kids down to the hall at that time. If not, then you'll just go hungry."

The hard tone to the man's voice just didn't phase Crevan, he'd heard much worse in his life and so he just shrugged his shoulders, following along where he was lead but that was only because he didn't have a choice. But Crevan was a smart boy, genius level IQ even, and he had every intention of finding a way out of this place, he just wasn't stupid enough to advertise that fact to the people whose job it was to prevent such things from happening.

When they reached the room and he was asked if he knew how things were going to work Crevan gave his reply and then once again snorted when he heard what the man had to say. "You say that like you think I should give a damn," he said, shaking his head slightly and taking his bag from the man, surprised that he was actually allowed to keep it since he would have thought that it would have been kept in storage until he was released as was typically the case. He didn't bother to question that and instead just stepped inside, not even bothering to look in the direction of the other boys and instead just making his way over to a corner of the room where he sat down and pulled his knees up to his chest.

He wasn't scared, at least not of the other boys, so he wasn't paying attention to them or even really acknowledging the fact that they existed at all. Instead he just retreated across the room and as far away from everyone as he could get so that he could attempt to retreat into his own mind and escape this place in the only way that he was currently able to.

(( ah sorry, I don't know much about juvie, had to read up some stuff ^^ bear with...))

Maybe it wasn't a good move on Roy's part to let the kid have his belongings, but then again it was only clothes and a little stuffed fox, so there wouldn't really be any harm in letting the kid have them. He might want to take the stuffed fox apart, since some kids had smuggled knives and lighters in, tucked away in stuffed animals...the kids were pretty smart. But he decided against it for now. If Crevan showed signs of suspicion then he'd probably go ahead with searching it. He shook his head at the response to what Crevan said, and watched him head over to the corner of the room where he pulled his knees up to his chest and seemed to take the situation on with a stoic demeanor.

He sighed and closed the door, leaving Crevan to it. Roy headed down to the main office where he gathered up Crevan's details, medical records and other things. Then he headed to his office and decided to go over some paperwork until lunch time where he knew he would be needed to supervise the kids. He wasn't exactly sure what Crevan had done to get himself in the center, but he didn't seem like the other kids, he didn't seem so badass.

He glanced up at the clock every ten or so minutes, a little worried about how the other kids were going to treat Crevan. He worried about every new kid, it was a difficult adjustment after all.

((it's fine, tis our world anyway, we can make it how we want it, Crev was just confused...apparently he's experienced XD))

Crevan wasn't particularly happy right now but the fact that he was allowed to keep his things actually did help a degree even if there was no way that he was going to be taking the stuffed fox out of the bag. He knew that he'd catch hell over that and it was his most prized possession, having belonged to the mother that he'd never gotten the chance to know, so he would be crushed if anything happened to it.

The boy wasn't thinking about that as he made his way over to the corner and sat down, content to not bother anyone. Unfortunately he was small in stature, around the size of an average eight year old, so he practically screamed out target. As such it wasn't long before one of the other boys came over to him, the redhead leering down at the brunette with a look of obvious dislike.

"What did you do to land yourself here runt? Refuse to go to bed...wet the bed?" Ian asked in a taunting voice, making fun of the boy and generally trying to pick a fight.

Crevan was actually there for repeatedly running away as well as trespassing and a few minor cases of vandalism, involving spray paint and the like. Just the usual things that kids got into when they weren't being supervised properly and since his fosters could care less the boy was rarely supervised. Crevan didn't offer up any of that information and instead he just gazed at the boy and said, "Back off."

Which Ian took as an open invitation, grabbing the brat by the collar of his shirt and pulling him to his feet. "Think you're tough huh? How bout I show ya how tough I am?" asks in a menacing voice before kneeling the much smaller boy in the stomach, taking his breath and effectively making it impossible for him to call for help.

(( haha awww naughty Crev, and omg dude, poor baby! DX ))

Roy glanced up at the clock once more when he saw it was half past. He drummed his fingers on his desk and sighed heavily. Something was telling him that he was going to need to head back to that room, he needed an excuse to head back though, or else Crevan was going to think he was getting special attention and that would not bode well with the other boys in the center. Eventually the man decided he was going to go and speak to one of the other boys and casually check in on Crevan while he did.

The man got to his feet and headed back to the room, he reached out for the handle and paused, frowning when he heard a bit of a ruckus. Immediately he swung open the door in time to see Ian knee poor Crevan in the stomach. The kid was in for it now. "What the hell Ian!" he snapped at him, striding over and giving his backside two harsh smacks with a slipper kept at the bed side. "Enough!" he roared and then looked over Crevan, seeing he was left breathless.

"Crevan." he sighed and took the boy by the arm, leading him down to the medical room which was locked at all times.

((I know, I'm awful to him))

All Crevan wanted to do was mind his own business and sit in the corner that he had placed himself in but it seemed that the fact that he was the new boy coupled together with the fact that he was small for his age made him a target. The kid tried to dissuade the bully by telling him to go away but all that did was get the guy to grab his collar and pull him up, issuing his threats and then kneeing him in the stomach.

Sucking in a sharp breath Crevan coughed and tried to speak but he couldn't manage to catch enough breath to do that. He was surprised when the door opened and the man from before, Roy he thought his name was, came in and broke up the fight. He was even more surprised by teh way that the slipper was used, the boy blinking and then looking at Roy as the man came over to him and took him by the arm.

It took him a few minutes to regain his breath but once he did he gave the man a look as he said, "It wasn't my fault...I was minding my own damn business." He felt the need to say that since it seemed as though the man blamed him for what had happened and that annoyed Crevan.

He wasn't much happier about being taken to the infirmary and he shook his head slightly once he realized where it was that they were going. "I'm fine, I don't need to be here," he said, trying to turn around and walk the other way.

(( aww you are xD ))

"I know it wasn't your fault, but you need to make sure you let the other kids know that you're not prey, or else you're not gonna survive in this place." Roy answered, turning the kid back around when he decided to walk off, and he lead him through to the infirmary, making sure that he hadn't sustained any true damage to the bones or anything. He had a feeling that he was going to be beat up on the daily until the kid decided to let everyone know that he wasn't someone to mess with. But his small size and inexperience in the place wasn't to his advantage.

He sat him down on one of the examination beds and waited for the Center's Doctor to look him over, he was given the all clear thankfully and so Roy felt relieved. "Thanks Doc." he said and then looked at Crevan, "Come on, I'll take you down to the hall, it's time for lunch anyway." he explained, motioning for the boy to follow him, since he could walk around freely without escaping the detention center. He wondered if Crevan had thought anything about the way he'd wielded the slipper earlier.