Migraine // b. blake
The Skybox was a place for criminals, as far as Charlie Daxon was concerned. People who had done something wrong, people who deserved to be labeled a "juvenilistic idiot". And in his mind, he didn't deserve to be there. He hadn't tried to get himself arrested, and he hadn't been so foolishly stupid as to think that he could be the simple exception to the rules. He hadn't thought that he was invincible, or uncatchable. So he hadn't done anything.
He hadn't done anything besides keep his mouth shut, and for that he was going to be killed.