The other boy unclenched his jaw. "Steve, my name's Steve, and you should really get out of here, whoever you are. This isn't your problem, I can take care of myself."
"Danny, I'm Danny, I'd tell you my last name but I'm afraid if I did somebody would show up at my house in the middle of the night and strangle my dog with piano wire or something." Danny finally felt something metal down at the bottom of his bag, and as he moved his weight onto the balls of his feet, he yanked the object out of his bag, hoping for his metal compass which at least had a very pointy tip but he instead found himself brandishing a set of cheap looking handcuffs. He choked out a startled laugh, and felt his heart drop into his shoes.
"These! These are... my father's handcuffs! My father is a police officer and...he's a sergeant, and if you hurt me or my new friend here I swear on these handcuffs that he'll know who did it because I've been trained to remember details at a crime scene and I'll describe every last one of your stupid ass tattoos and he'll find you and put you in jail for.. well, for long enough for me to graduate and get off this fucking island." Danny suspected that last part of his threatening rant hadn't struck quite the right note, but he could see that something he'd said had caused the men to turn and look at each other, eyebrows raised.
The one in front, who wore a truly disgusting looking leather vest that must smell like the underside of a roadkill cat given the already soaring temperatures, glanced back over his shoulder at the kid still pressed up against the cinder block of the building, hands clenched into fists.
"Well. We've said what we came here to say, I suppose we should just leave you two to get to know each other. You seem to have a lot in common."
With that cryptic statement, they broke away to the left, towards the far end of the field where it dissolved into ragged greenery and a chain link fence that they scaled with seemingly little effort, probably assisted by the riot of kudzu vines that tumbled down towards the end zone.
Danny stood frozen for a moment before letting out a whistling breath and bending at the waist, his hands going down to brace against his knees. The handcuffs dropped to the grass, flashing sunlight painfully into his eyes, which gave him a reason other than ball-tingling fear to close them. He breathed carefully in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to subdue the vague nausea that he felt as the adrenaline surge receded.
Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 5/?
"Danny, I'm Danny, I'd tell you my last name but I'm afraid if I did somebody would show up at my house in the middle of the night and strangle my dog with piano wire or something." Danny finally felt something metal down at the bottom of his bag, and as he moved his weight onto the balls of his feet, he yanked the object out of his bag, hoping for his metal compass which at least had a very pointy tip but he instead found himself brandishing a set of cheap looking handcuffs. He choked out a startled laugh, and felt his heart drop into his shoes.
"These! These are... my father's handcuffs! My father is a police officer and...he's a sergeant, and if you hurt me or my new friend here I swear on these handcuffs that he'll know who did it because I've been trained to remember details at a crime scene and I'll describe every last one of your stupid ass tattoos and he'll find you and put you in jail for.. well, for long enough for me to graduate and get off this fucking island." Danny suspected that last part of his threatening rant hadn't struck quite the right note, but he could see that something he'd said had caused the men to turn and look at each other, eyebrows raised.
The one in front, who wore a truly disgusting looking leather vest that must smell like the underside of a roadkill cat given the already soaring temperatures, glanced back over his shoulder at the kid still pressed up against the cinder block of the building, hands clenched into fists.
"Well. We've said what we came here to say, I suppose we should just leave you two to get to know each other. You seem to have a lot in common."
With that cryptic statement, they broke away to the left, towards the far end of the field where it dissolved into ragged greenery and a chain link fence that they scaled with seemingly little effort, probably assisted by the riot of kudzu vines that tumbled down towards the end zone.
Danny stood frozen for a moment before letting out a whistling breath and bending at the waist, his hands going down to brace against his knees. The handcuffs dropped to the grass, flashing sunlight painfully into his eyes, which gave him a reason other than ball-tingling fear to close them. He breathed carefully in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to subdue the vague nausea that he felt as the adrenaline surge receded.