A cold sweat consumed Alec's body as he awoke, somehow managing to rouse himself earlier than usual. The reason for his awakening was not a pleasant one though- it was a dream to put it simply, but the content of the dream was what had Alec bothered. It had started out pleasantly to say the least, with the image of a gorgeous young woman that possessed the face of the innocent young person who was sleeping quietly in the bed that was located beside Alec's. His dream had been nothing more than an erotic fantasy that somehow evolved into the image of a brutal murder of the Italian woman while Alec resided in her. Murder wasn't the right word though, no, it was more like the Bryon-woman had been poisoned earlier, and finally had passed on while Alec hammered away at her delicate inner walls as blood flowed between the two bodies. A demented image indeed. That had been what scared Alec into waking at the time of 5:33 a.m. Alec never woke up this early willingly, so he decided that he would at least attempt to take advantage of the fact that he had somehow woken up before the third guard, who was notable for being an early riser.
The tired Irishman rubbed his eyes as he climbed out of the bed, his hair strewn about in every direction messily. It was getting to be quite long, so Alec had been considering having his 'mane' trimmed down to a more normal length for a guy his age. Alec did like his hair nice and long though- the 'caveman' look just worked for Alec, and even his younger brother Finn. Alec just liked the look more than his sibling though. That was the main difference between the two dark-haired Sweeney boys, the older liked his hair longer. The second guard pushed this thought aside as he went to his bag, which was slowly migrating into Bryon's third of the guard bedroom. Alec hastily grabbed some pants, a worn out Led Zeppelin tee, and a pair of socks. He had no need for underwear, because it was just more fun to go commando- or completely nude, but he wasn't going to risk his job when there was a woodshop that Alec was allowed to shamelessly occupy in his spare time. The second guard considered his options for what he could do to kill time until the patients- or 'animals' as Alec would call them needed to be let out of their cages.
The first thing that came to mind was to make use of the exercise room that belonged to the asylum staff. However, if he were to do this it would probably only tire him out rather than wake him up. That left the pool open as an option, and frankly it didn't seem like a bad one. What could wake someone up faster than being thrown into a pool of water? Nothing, that's what. The second guard grabbed a Kelly green towel from his things that was emblazoned with a large, white, four-leafed clover. It was a gift that he had received from his mother for Christmas a year or so before. She and the youngest of the three Sweeney boys, Patrick, had picked the towel out for Alec at a Celtics basketball game, and the second guard immediately loved it. Alec briefly considered bringing some swim trunks with him to the pool, but decided against the thought because it was five in the morning, nobody would be at the pool, and when there is noon to look on freedom reigns. Alec missed being able to just spend time in the nude quite often, so the idea of skinny dipping (he hadn't done anything of the sort since he last made an attempt at camping with his younger brother Finn.)
With that particular decision out of the way Alec headed for the door, but stopped at the sound of the effeminate person who lay asleep in bed shifting about. It was far too easy for Alec to just go over to the younger guard's sleeping body and just take it upon himself to molest his co-worker in hopes of learning something. The thought made Alec's face burn. The idea of having Bryon's lithe form pressed up against the Irishman's own body was almost unbearable. That was a bad idea though, as it probably always would be. Though everyone who was on staff at Cunningham Hall seemed to be above the law when it came to the patients, he wasn’t completely sure as to how the law would apply in conflicts that surfaced between the staff members. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his heavily worn joins, huffed, and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. The hallways that all of the staff rooms resided in was silent, and that meant that the others were asleep. The only sound that was in the entire area was the sound of Dante watching some crappy movie- by the sounds of it he was watching some Sci-Fi film, probably one of the Predator movies. Alec opened the door to the surveillance room. He hesitated a moment before speaking. ”Dante.” Alec said in a tired-sounding voice. ”Do me a favah n’ tuhn off th’ cameras that ah in th’ pool room. ” Alec made his request quite clear for the younger man, knowing that the kid was used to being told when he should turn off the cameras. The kid automatically turned off the camera to Alec’s occupation and Alec was gone pretty quickly. He was safe to go and have a quick naked swim first thing in the morning, ah, what a joy freedom was.
Alec made his way down onto the first floor, where he knew that many patients that were currently being housed at Cunningham Hall were currently being housed. Luckily, he knew how to get to the pool room from the dining hall where he once had spent so many hours for the pleasure of being around the gorgeous redheaded cook that was known as Krystal. She’d made him so happy, and yet things just didn’t seem to work between the guard- who did have a number of violent tendencies- and the cook who could never hurt a fly.
”Alec”
"Bryon"
"Sam"
"Serena"
Hahaha....I love this...and that has nothing to do with a potential citrus later on in this section...
The tired Irishman rubbed his eyes as he climbed out of the bed, his hair strewn about in every direction messily. It was getting to be quite long, so Alec had been considering having his 'mane' trimmed down to a more normal length for a guy his age. Alec did like his hair nice and long though- the 'caveman' look just worked for Alec, and even his younger brother Finn. Alec just liked the look more than his sibling though. That was the main difference between the two dark-haired Sweeney boys, the older liked his hair longer. The second guard pushed this thought aside as he went to his bag, which was slowly migrating into Bryon's third of the guard bedroom. Alec hastily grabbed some pants, a worn out Led Zeppelin tee, and a pair of socks. He had no need for underwear, because it was just more fun to go commando- or completely nude, but he wasn't going to risk his job when there was a woodshop that Alec was allowed to shamelessly occupy in his spare time. The second guard considered his options for what he could do to kill time until the patients- or 'animals' as Alec would call them needed to be let out of their cages.
The first thing that came to mind was to make use of the exercise room that belonged to the asylum staff. However, if he were to do this it would probably only tire him out rather than wake him up. That left the pool open as an option, and frankly it didn't seem like a bad one. What could wake someone up faster than being thrown into a pool of water? Nothing, that's what. The second guard grabbed a Kelly green towel from his things that was emblazoned with a large, white, four-leafed clover. It was a gift that he had received from his mother for Christmas a year or so before. She and the youngest of the three Sweeney boys, Patrick, had picked the towel out for Alec at a Celtics basketball game, and the second guard immediately loved it. Alec briefly considered bringing some swim trunks with him to the pool, but decided against the thought because it was five in the morning, nobody would be at the pool, and when there is noon to look on freedom reigns. Alec missed being able to just spend time in the nude quite often, so the idea of skinny dipping (he hadn't done anything of the sort since he last made an attempt at camping with his younger brother Finn.)
With that particular decision out of the way Alec headed for the door, but stopped at the sound of the effeminate person who lay asleep in bed shifting about. It was far too easy for Alec to just go over to the younger guard's sleeping body and just take it upon himself to molest his co-worker in hopes of learning something. The thought made Alec's face burn. The idea of having Bryon's lithe form pressed up against the Irishman's own body was almost unbearable. That was a bad idea though, as it probably always would be. Though everyone who was on staff at Cunningham Hall seemed to be above the law when it came to the patients, he wasn’t completely sure as to how the law would apply in conflicts that surfaced between the staff members. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his heavily worn joins, huffed, and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. The hallways that all of the staff rooms resided in was silent, and that meant that the others were asleep. The only sound that was in the entire area was the sound of Dante watching some crappy movie- by the sounds of it he was watching some Sci-Fi film, probably one of the Predator movies. Alec opened the door to the surveillance room. He hesitated a moment before speaking. ”Dante.” Alec said in a tired-sounding voice. ”Do me a favah n’ tuhn off th’ cameras that ah in th’ pool room. ” Alec made his request quite clear for the younger man, knowing that the kid was used to being told when he should turn off the cameras. The kid automatically turned off the camera to Alec’s occupation and Alec was gone pretty quickly. He was safe to go and have a quick naked swim first thing in the morning, ah, what a joy freedom was.
Alec made his way down onto the first floor, where he knew that many patients that were currently being housed at Cunningham Hall were currently being housed. Luckily, he knew how to get to the pool room from the dining hall where he once had spent so many hours for the pleasure of being around the gorgeous redheaded cook that was known as Krystal. She’d made him so happy, and yet things just didn’t seem to work between the guard- who did have a number of violent tendencies- and the cook who could never hurt a fly.
”Alec”
"Bryon"
"Sam"
"Serena"
Hahaha....I love this...and that has nothing to do with a potential citrus later on in this section...
