Post by Juggers on Sept 26, 2006 9:52:44 GMT -5
"Cain, this is Gill."
It was four in the morning. Fortunately for Gill, the Juggernaut was awake, watching the live broadcast of the Wimbledon-Chelsea match. It was a critical cup match.
"I need you to sort Pyro out, mon."
Twenty minutes into the second half and the last thing the Juggernaut wanted to do was sort anything out other than another beer. He barely glanced at the little intercom that fizzed away in the corner of the room but made a vaguely dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Kinda busy," he said, his gaze still not moving from the little television.
"Why can't 'e sort 'imself out?"
"He's asleep, mon."
Pyro's sleepwalking was rapidly becoming a subject of much amusement to Gill who monitored the kid's nocturnal ramblings around the base with something akin to amusement. Tonight, however, he was amused for an entirely different reason. "He's asleep, and he's headin' for your area. I just think you oughta get out there an' see him. You'll understand why he needs sortin' out when you get there. I'd go myself, but I'm monitorin'."
"Again?" Cain grumbled. It was getting to the point where he was going to start locking his door at night and then slipping the key back in the morning.
"Just lock the bloody doors, 'e'll be alright as long as 'e dosn't find 'is way into the jungle won't 'e?"
"Honestly, Cain, you need to see this for yourself."
Two nights previously, John had, indeed, wandered outside and Gill had sent Cain after him, lest the kid wind up as some jungle animal's dinner. Cain had not been able to wake Pyro up at all, which had been faintly freaky, but had taken him back to his room and shut him in. Most nights, the kid either slept where he ended up, or Cain had steered him back.
"Fuckin' 'ell!" The Juggernaut threw up his hands in annoyance, "if I miss the end of this ... "
He left the threat unfinished. Heaving himself to his feet Cain stomped out of his room and into the corridor. A quick glance left and right revealed that Pyro was nowhere in sight. He was around here somewhere though. He'd better be.
"Alright," Cain rumbled, "I'm up, where the fuck is 'e?"
"He's about 100 yards up the corridor to the right. No, mon, YOUR right...the OTHER right, that's it."
Indeed he was.
Wandering along, eyes open, but clearly glazed and asleep, the same expression that Cain had gotten used to over the other nights he'd packed Pyro back to his room. Only tonight, there was a very distinct difference.
He was stark naked.
Cain stared for a long moment at the shambling, nude young man and then started to laugh. From previous experience he knew not to be worried about waking him, even if he should try. He'd have to be sure to get him never to go to bed in the buff again.
"Ok, you were right," the Juggernaut finally agreed with Gill.
"But you don't seriously expect me to take 'im back to 'is room like this do ya? Can't we just let 'im wander around the base for a bit, it ain't like 'e can get into any trouble."
"At least drop a dressing gown on him or SOMETHING, last thing we need is him to wander into Angie or Jane's rooms...or anybody's for that matter. Let him have SOME dignity."
There was a long pause.
"I've got enough CCTV footage to embarrass him with at a later stage."
Cain thought about it for a long time, "well I dunno about Jane, but you sure Angie wouldn't LIKE 'im to sleepwalk into 'er room like this? Could be doin' the girl a favour y'know?"
It wasn't like she could hold it against him after all, he was asleep and not in control of his own actions. He was pretty sure she'd like to hold SOMEthing against him though.
There was the sort of long pause that suggested Gill was actually thinking about it. "I reckon that on the whole that might not be a good plan," he said, eventually. "For either of 'em. Just steer him back toward his own bedroom, let's see where he goes."
Cain rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said and then grabbed the lad by the shoulders. A quick twist and he was facing back the way he had come, back toward his bedroom. Then the Juggernaut let him go.
The question was, would he actually go?
The question was answered when Pyro wandered about fifty yards down the way he had walked, then veered off sharply to the right, heading for one of the exit doors.
"Initiating lockdown," said Gill over the main tannoy, and several door bolts automatically clunked into place. "Where the hell does he want to go?"
When the sleepwalker got to the door, he tugged at it, but it would not open. He pounded the flat of his palm against it in unconscious aggression and then turned to walk the other way, swearing profoundly the whole time.
"Too much on his mind," murmured Gill, softly to Cain.
"Dunno," he grumbled in response, "could of been something that blonde bitch did while she was in 'is 'ead, 'e never sleep walked before that. Sure, 'e was crazy, but 'e never sleep walked."
The Juggernaut watched him amble away from the door and head off down the corridor again.
"Maybe 'e is tryin' to build them buildin's in 'is sleep?" He guessed, "that's why 'e keeps tryin' to get outside."
At some point in the next few minutes, however, John woke up.
"This should be int'restin'..."
The boy was bleary eyed and extraordinarily confused as he stared over at Cain.
"Mornin'," the Juggernaut greeted jovially, "how ya doin'?"
Pyro blinked at him.
Then he realised how cold he was.
He blinked again.
Then he stared down.
He blinked three times.
Then he fled.
Cain roared with thigh-slapping laughter and loud enough to wake up anybody who happened to be nearby. Seeing John's naked white ass retreating down the corridor, his bare feet slapping against the floor was about as humorous an image as it was possible for him to conjure.
"Ok Gill, you were right, it was worth it! Tell me you got that?"
There was a peculiar snorting sound down the intercom.
"You bet."
"Brilliant, somethin' we can play back by accident at a briefing or somethin' when all the girls are there eh?" Cain chuckled again before stomping off back toward his room. He opened the door just in time.
"And it looks like it has come down to a penalty shoot-out ... "
Cain glared at the television.
"Fuck it!"
It was four in the morning. Fortunately for Gill, the Juggernaut was awake, watching the live broadcast of the Wimbledon-Chelsea match. It was a critical cup match.
"I need you to sort Pyro out, mon."
Twenty minutes into the second half and the last thing the Juggernaut wanted to do was sort anything out other than another beer. He barely glanced at the little intercom that fizzed away in the corner of the room but made a vaguely dismissive gesture with his hand.
"Kinda busy," he said, his gaze still not moving from the little television.
"Why can't 'e sort 'imself out?"
"He's asleep, mon."
Pyro's sleepwalking was rapidly becoming a subject of much amusement to Gill who monitored the kid's nocturnal ramblings around the base with something akin to amusement. Tonight, however, he was amused for an entirely different reason. "He's asleep, and he's headin' for your area. I just think you oughta get out there an' see him. You'll understand why he needs sortin' out when you get there. I'd go myself, but I'm monitorin'."
"Again?" Cain grumbled. It was getting to the point where he was going to start locking his door at night and then slipping the key back in the morning.
"Just lock the bloody doors, 'e'll be alright as long as 'e dosn't find 'is way into the jungle won't 'e?"
"Honestly, Cain, you need to see this for yourself."
Two nights previously, John had, indeed, wandered outside and Gill had sent Cain after him, lest the kid wind up as some jungle animal's dinner. Cain had not been able to wake Pyro up at all, which had been faintly freaky, but had taken him back to his room and shut him in. Most nights, the kid either slept where he ended up, or Cain had steered him back.
"Fuckin' 'ell!" The Juggernaut threw up his hands in annoyance, "if I miss the end of this ... "
He left the threat unfinished. Heaving himself to his feet Cain stomped out of his room and into the corridor. A quick glance left and right revealed that Pyro was nowhere in sight. He was around here somewhere though. He'd better be.
"Alright," Cain rumbled, "I'm up, where the fuck is 'e?"
"He's about 100 yards up the corridor to the right. No, mon, YOUR right...the OTHER right, that's it."
Indeed he was.
Wandering along, eyes open, but clearly glazed and asleep, the same expression that Cain had gotten used to over the other nights he'd packed Pyro back to his room. Only tonight, there was a very distinct difference.
He was stark naked.
Cain stared for a long moment at the shambling, nude young man and then started to laugh. From previous experience he knew not to be worried about waking him, even if he should try. He'd have to be sure to get him never to go to bed in the buff again.
"Ok, you were right," the Juggernaut finally agreed with Gill.
"But you don't seriously expect me to take 'im back to 'is room like this do ya? Can't we just let 'im wander around the base for a bit, it ain't like 'e can get into any trouble."
"At least drop a dressing gown on him or SOMETHING, last thing we need is him to wander into Angie or Jane's rooms...or anybody's for that matter. Let him have SOME dignity."
There was a long pause.
"I've got enough CCTV footage to embarrass him with at a later stage."
Cain thought about it for a long time, "well I dunno about Jane, but you sure Angie wouldn't LIKE 'im to sleepwalk into 'er room like this? Could be doin' the girl a favour y'know?"
It wasn't like she could hold it against him after all, he was asleep and not in control of his own actions. He was pretty sure she'd like to hold SOMEthing against him though.
There was the sort of long pause that suggested Gill was actually thinking about it. "I reckon that on the whole that might not be a good plan," he said, eventually. "For either of 'em. Just steer him back toward his own bedroom, let's see where he goes."
Cain rolled his eyes.
"Fine," he said and then grabbed the lad by the shoulders. A quick twist and he was facing back the way he had come, back toward his bedroom. Then the Juggernaut let him go.
The question was, would he actually go?
The question was answered when Pyro wandered about fifty yards down the way he had walked, then veered off sharply to the right, heading for one of the exit doors.
"Initiating lockdown," said Gill over the main tannoy, and several door bolts automatically clunked into place. "Where the hell does he want to go?"
When the sleepwalker got to the door, he tugged at it, but it would not open. He pounded the flat of his palm against it in unconscious aggression and then turned to walk the other way, swearing profoundly the whole time.
"Too much on his mind," murmured Gill, softly to Cain.
"Dunno," he grumbled in response, "could of been something that blonde bitch did while she was in 'is 'ead, 'e never sleep walked before that. Sure, 'e was crazy, but 'e never sleep walked."
The Juggernaut watched him amble away from the door and head off down the corridor again.
"Maybe 'e is tryin' to build them buildin's in 'is sleep?" He guessed, "that's why 'e keeps tryin' to get outside."
At some point in the next few minutes, however, John woke up.
"This should be int'restin'..."
The boy was bleary eyed and extraordinarily confused as he stared over at Cain.
"Mornin'," the Juggernaut greeted jovially, "how ya doin'?"
Pyro blinked at him.
Then he realised how cold he was.
He blinked again.
Then he stared down.
He blinked three times.
Then he fled.
Cain roared with thigh-slapping laughter and loud enough to wake up anybody who happened to be nearby. Seeing John's naked white ass retreating down the corridor, his bare feet slapping against the floor was about as humorous an image as it was possible for him to conjure.
"Ok Gill, you were right, it was worth it! Tell me you got that?"
There was a peculiar snorting sound down the intercom.
"You bet."
"Brilliant, somethin' we can play back by accident at a briefing or somethin' when all the girls are there eh?" Cain chuckled again before stomping off back toward his room. He opened the door just in time.
"And it looks like it has come down to a penalty shoot-out ... "
Cain glared at the television.
"Fuck it!"
