THE GREAT ESCAPE, [isabelle]

[flynn oscar madden]

A small sigh broke through Flynn's lips as he moved down the corridor; slowly mopping the floor with very little enthusiasm. Then again how coudl he have any when this was about the third time today that he had been mopping this exact corridor, he was pretty sure that some patients were doing it on purpose. Flynn knew there was a few that liked to taunt him to see if they could get a reaction, to them he was just ther weird and quiet janitor that never bothered to even make eye contact no matter what they tried to do to piss him off. His light blue eyes glanced up the corridor looking at how much he had left to clean and to see if there was actually anyone around. But like always it seemed to be a ghost town, Flynn figured the patients were probably off doing other stuff, it wasnt like they didnt have a range of luxuries that they couldnt make use of, like an indoor pool, rec room and outside gardens. Honestly Flynn thought this place was more liek a expensive hotel then a rehab centre sometimes, especially with the way most of the patients got away with breaking rules and doing what they wanted.

Putting the mop in the bucket, Flynn wheeled it a little further along before starting to mop up the last lot of muddy foot prints that had been made along the corridor. As he worked Flynn reached into his back pocket and pulled out his ipod headphones, and put one in his left ear before hitting the play button. Listening to music was sometimes the only way that thiss job was slightly bearable, there had been countless times he'd considered giving up this independent live and jsut going back to his parents in miami but then Flynn knew he couldnt deal with them so just stayed on the island. His mind had kind of wandered off and well it's not like mopping really needed that much attention when there was nobody aroud. But typically just as Flynn went to turn around he felt himself crash right into someone else, sending himself stumbling backwards and pulling his headphones out. "Fuck.." He muttered, his cheeks already turnign a little red from embarassment. "I'm so sorry.. i um.. i didnt se eyou and.. um yeah.." Flynn's words came out in a rush, almost stumbling over each other before his blue eyes looked up to see who he'd walked right into. He was honestly hopign that mayeb a little luck was on his side and it wouldnt be someone with a violence disorder that would waant to beat him toa pulp for no looking where he was going.

[isabelle dionne rhodes]

Rubbing at her eyes tiredly, Belle let out a soft yawn as she made her way along the eerily empty hallways. She'd been working since the early hours of the morning, helping the stage two nurses with paperwork and medication distribution but now she was absolutely shattered. She'd been offered a space up on stage four but she'd politely refused - the patients up there terrified her and she was quite happy down with the stage two's. Not that they were perfect either - last time she'd helped administer medication - the patients had taunted her and tried to wind her up; but Belle wasn't as soft as she looked; she knew how to hold her own when she had to. She loved her internship but sometimes the doctors and the nurses took advantage and dumped the work they couldn't be bothered doing on the interns; so she'd slipped away from the nurse's offices to take a much needed break. The nurse she was working with hadn't minded too much as Belle had promised to bring her a coffee back so as long as she remembered to do that then everything would be fine. Despite the silence, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder slightly; Belle was always wary walking along the corridors herself because she was terrified that one of the less stable patients would turn on her.

Maybe this place was starting to make her paranoid, yet she smiled to herself and glanced down at her notes, reading through her seemingly endlessly long list of things that she still had to today - but nothing was urgent, it could all wait until later. Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted and let out a sharp gasp as she felt herself collide with something, she stumbled back a few steps and clutched her clipboard close to her chest as if it was going to protect her from whatever she'd just crashed into. Her cheeks reddened slightly but when she realised who it was she'd just walked into, she grinned brightly and forced a small laugh. "Hey, look don't worry about it..it was totally my fault. I was too busy reading to look where I was going.." She knew Flynn; everyone knew who he was - the quiet janitor who kept to himself and just seemed to stay in the background, out of everybody's way. Clearing her throat, Belle ran her fingers through her blonde curls and offered him an apollogetic smile. "I didn't realise anyone else was around..I promise I'll be more careful in future." She spoke softly, her blue eyes focusing on his as she waited for him to calm down a little bit; luckily for him she was used to dealing with babbling patients and had managed to understand most of his jumbled words.

[flynn oscar madden]

There had been no real reason behind why Flynn had picked Ruby's Island as his place to escape from his family. It had simply been the first flight that was departing and still had seats on it when Flynn had arrived at the airport. His parents had thought he was flying to attend Yale Univeristy but he was sure it hadnt taken them too long to figure out that he ahd never gotten to Yale. Still though they hadnt foudn him, heck Flynn had to wander sometimes if they were even bothered that he'd just disappeared without even leaving a note. His othertheory was that they knew exactly where he was and was just waiting for him to give up and return home. That wasnt going to happen though, Flynn was tired of the pressure they had put on him to be succesful. Least here working as a janitor he could do what he wanted and just stay to himself which was something that Flynn always seemed to do because of how nervous he was around people. So here he just worked his job, surfed and occasionally went to the clubs that were on the island. But for the most part he just kept to himself and was more than happy to do that, it svaed him from having to stutter his way through a conversation.

When he felt something collided with him, Flynn had been half expecting it to be one of the patients that liked to taunt him, but was surprised when he looked up and saw the blonde in front of him dressed in intern scrubs. His mouth went dry and his eyes looked anywhere but at her, he was so embarassed to have not noticed that there was someone else coming down the hallway. Typically his stutter kicked in to over drive as he tried to get out an apology for being such an idiot and not looking where he was going. It was things like this that really got Flynn into a bit of a fluster, never rally sure if someone is going to be angry at him for getting in the way. He ran a hand nervously through his hair, his eyes looking down at the floor a little relieved when she seemed to be okay with what had happened. "It's um okay.. but really was my fault.. didnt think anyone else was around here" Flynn stuttered slightly, managing to just glance at her for a moment. As if it wasnt bad enough she was an intern, she was a really pretty intern and here was Flynn looking like a total idiot, just another reason he avoided having to socialise with people. They normally just thought he was stupid and couldnt ever string a sentance together. "Really it's okay.. i shouldnt have been in your way" A small sigh broke past his lips, "Umm i expect you have work.. i dont want to keep you from it.." He could only imagine how busy she probably was and that talking to him was very low on her list of things to do. After all he was just the janitor..

[isabelle dionne rhodes]

Belle was still trying to get used to living alone considering back in California, she'd barely have minutes to herself without one of her siblings coming along to talk to her or her parents demanding social interaction from her. Even her friends would drag her away from her parents' house by the beach and force her into social situations. Not that Belle was overly against them doing that, but she hated how quiet she got around new people and she never really felt comfortable in the social circles she was part of - if it weren't for her family's money, then she'd never really be involved with any of it. Everyone she knew refused to understand how someone would rather curl up in bed with a book than attend the latest gallery opening or fundraiser or charity ball or whatever other excuse they used to spend money and show off their latest designer gear. But here, she had the freedom to lay in the bath for hours without an interuption; nobody dropping into her room to borrow her clothes or drag her away to some function; she could read without disapproving looks from her parents and the best part of it? Her mother couldn't try to set her up on any more blind dates or make her not so subtle hints about single women dying faster than married women. Though, Belle was pretty sure she was only saying that to scare her into agreeing to go out with the men she suggested.

Belle wasn't completely hopeless when it came to men; to some extent she knew what she was supposed to do with them - yet, nothing ever came of her relationships and she wasn't all that bothered to be fair, if it was meant to be then it would have been. Every man she'd ever dated though had been "approved of by Mother" first which meant his father was a Doctor, Dentist, Lawyer or a Plastic Surgeon - as long as father or son had a degree and a six-figure sum salary, then her mother was happy to let them near her daughter, Belle only ever went along with it to keep her mother happy - but now she could make every decision herself without being suffocated by family. She couldn't begin to imagine what her mother would think of the stuttering janitor that stood before her, though she was pretty sure he wouldn't ever meet her approval. She felt like a moron standing in her scrubs, but it was all part of the job - at least from the neck up she looked not bad. "You really weren't in my way..." She frowned a little bit, his nervouusness seemed to be making her feel slightly more confident in herself than usual. "We could just split the blame, fifty/fifty?" She offered him another smile and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "No, I was on my way to get coffee..actually. Even slaves need a coffee break. It's Flynn, right? I've seen you around... a lot, but we've never talked..Anyway, I'm Izzy - you could always join me if you're not busy?" Glancing over her shoulder, so that she could look properly at the floor, she eventually turned her gaze back to him. "Besides..the dirt isn''t going anywhere..you could always come back to it." .