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Post by Shai Trevelyn on Feb 8, 2017 19:58:03 GMT
A soft smile spread across the brunette's face. "I wish it was as simple as that. I suppose I could have someone to attempt to steal some. But he takes a special blend of things. Experimental drugs mostly. I have no real idea what's in them, and I am a doctor, not a pharmaceuticals specialist. Otherwise I would've gone and gotten the medication myself. The shot I gave him is a simple drug made to put his heart rate back to normal without the need of paddles. But that's like giving someone an epipen during an allergic reaction, not preventing the reaction from happening in the first place. Still, I'll see what I can do." He shrugged and ran his fingers through Luka's hair. It was always so damn soft.
"Your intentions are your own I suppose. No matter of mine. But be nice to him would you? He is truly a kind and gentle soul. The world needs more people like him in it." The nurse gathered his things and moved towards the door. "Strange though, that Cyril can't enter. I suppose I'll tell him to come back later, after Luka's woken up. If you need anything further, feel free to call me."
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Almost an hour had passed by the time the boy started to make noise. A small groan escaped him as he raised a hand up to his face. Well. At least the lights were back on. The smaller male rubbed his eyes a bit and rolled over onto his side, looking around his room for a moment to find the blonde checking through his notebook. "You're... Still here?" He was honestly quite surprised by it. Slowly he began to sit up, and then flopped right back down and groaned again. "Dizzy... Umm.. Could you... Please.. Umm... Get me some.. water...? Bottles in the fridge there... Please..?" Of course, it's not like he really expected the blond to do anything at that point. Except maybe bombard him with questions and possibly leave in some sort of fit.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 21:35:42 GMT
An hour or so had passed by the time Shai had left Michael with Luka. The blond teen had wandered about the room in a father bored manner, eventually going through the kid's desk to see what all he had in there. When Luka finally awoke, Michael had been looking through his notebook, not even hiding the fact that he was snooping either. He said nothing for a few moments as Luka spoke, acting as if he didn't hear him almost. Though after a few moments he leaned back in the chair and looked over at Luka, taking in the pathetic sight he saw. He sighed a little but, without a word, got up and walked over to where the fridge was and grabbed out a couple of bottled waters. He closed it and then walked over to where Luka was, pausing before he walked over to the desk and set one of the bottles down and then moved back over to him. "You are going to need to sit up if you don't want to choke on the water." He spoke then, holding out a free hand to Luka for him to take so he could help him sit up at least. "And don't you dare puke on me..." He added with a narrowed gaze full of warning. Once Luka was deemed alright with sitting up, Michael released his grip on the boy and went to open the bottled water, soon handing it to him as he held the cap in one hand. "Make sure you have it so you don't drop it.." He muttered as he held the bottle from the bottom to make sure that the kid didn't indeed drop it on accident. After that he went silent, not bothering to ask questions just yet as he watched Luka carefully to make sure the kid wouldn't either puke on him or start to fall over again. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 8, 2017 22:06:18 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Slowly the boy nodded and took the hand that was there for him and slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. "Oh... I won't... I'm just.. Really dizzy is all. It'll go away... Thank you.." He smiled a bit and took the water, drinking it in small sips. After all, this was not the first time he'd been like this, and it probably wouldn't be the last. After he was done he just set the open bottle on the nightstand by his bed and lay back down. "I'm sorry about... All of that. This. Everything. I... I probably shouldn't have involved you in the first place... I.." But he paused and shook his head, trying to calm all of the irrational thoughts running through his head. "You should... probably go. If you get more involved then... I... i don't know if I'm strong enough to protect you from it... Though... You..." Again he paused and looked towards the other male. "Wait... You didn't hear him, did you? The voice?" Well, now that he was fully aware that he probably sounded insane. "What about the... The fear? Did you... Did you feel it? Before the lights went out?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 8, 2017 23:03:30 GMT
Michael watched as Luka accepted the opened water bottle and took small sips from it. Once the teen was done and set the bottle on the nightstand by the bed, Michael moved closer to it and just put the cap back onto the water bottle as Luka laid back down. He glanced over to him as he spoke, just staying quiet as he listened to him apologize to him. Good gods, this kid apologized a lot. He'd have to find a way to shut him up at some point... Yet he remained silent as he let him speak, just slipping a hand into his pocket as he turned to better face him. His gun was showing in its holster on his hip due to his jacket being off, his eyes cold as usual as he just watched him. He lifted a brow at his words of him leaving and then saying he probably wasn't strong enough to protect him. Luka....protecting him from...whatever that was? Ha, as if. However, at his question on not hearing 'him' or feeling the fear, Michael frowned a little. "Uh... No, I did not... I only heard the knocking on the door. And then the lights went out and shadows came in." He responded to him, soon taking a step back and turning away to walk to the desk. There he grabbed the chair and dragged it back over to the bed a couple of feet away and sat down on it as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "What, you afraid of the dark or something? Just what happened anyway?" Word count: 271 Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 8, 2017 23:58:36 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Luka listened to the other as he had explained what he heard and saw. Shadows? Was he really getting that advanced? Luka shook his head a bit and looked back towards the other male. "I told you before... About my brother being.. Dangerous. That's not..." He paused for a moment. "Not entirely... True." He sighed and rolled onto his back and stared up at his ceiling folding his hands somewhere between his chest and stomach. "My brother is the sweetest person, despite everything he's been through, he's still innocent. But in order for him to stay like that he's... He's developed... A protector of sorts. Something that takes all of his pain away. But in doing that, it's become twisted, dark... Evil. I want to say it's just some extreme case of a multiple personality disorder but... it's... Different. It's not my brother. Not even close. And it's much much stronger." Luka shook his head and sighed again. "It terrifies me. The things it can do... But it's been dormant for so long I thought maybe it had just... Gone away. It tried to stop my heart. Or rather... Speed it up so that it would stop itself. It almost worked too... I just... I don't understand..." The boy raised a hand and rested it on his forehead, tangling his fingers in his hair a bit. "The estate is more than thirty miles away. There's just no possible way it could have reached this far." He slowly opened his eyes again and looked towards the blonde. "Forgive me... I... I should never have gotten you involved with any of this. It's my burden to bear and... You could've gotten hurt..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 9, 2017 5:57:09 GMT
Michael was silent as he listened to Luka rebuke his statement on his brother being dangerous, just staring at him as he went on to say how sweet he was and that there was another side to him that was the dangerous one. He said nothing as he talked about it, simply keeping his eyes on Luka. He let him talk, not bothering to interrupt him as he nodded every now and then, especially at the part of where it terrified him. He had definitely seen terror come from him earlier when the lights went out. He shook his head after a few minutes and sighed, leaning forward a little to rest his arms, uncrossed now, on his knees. "I don't know why whatever it is wants you dead...but I certainly saw...whatever happened earlier. At least somewhat." He told him, growing quiet as he thought for a few moments. "You apologize too damn much, stop it. Next time you apologize I'm making you shut up. Hear me?" He told him, giving him a small look before he straightened up a little and leaned back in the chair once more. "If you didn't want me involved then you shouldn't have ever asked me to help you with that math problem and such." He responded cooly, tilting his chin up slightly. "Besides, don't I already know too much now?" He added as he rolled his eyes a little. "That and you made it look like we slept together..." He muttered as he shook his head again. "Idiot peasant..." He muttered once more, flicking his eyes back over to Luka again. "You gave me your number anyway, so there is that too." Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 9, 2017 15:59:13 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Luka shrugged a bit. He had never seen a problem with apologizing before. Though, he really did wonder how exactly this guy was going to shut him up should he do it again. He went on to mention something about knowing to much. The boy supposed that was true enough as well. "You could've said no." Again he shrugged. "So I guess... it's not entirely my fault then... But to be fair, you did have a gun pointed at my head." Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position, scooting back a bit to rest against his headboard. "And it's not like anyone will believe that rumor anyways. And even if they do, who cares? If a rumor was going around that you slept with anyone, why is it so bad that it's me? Because the thought of using me for standing? It's not like I'm below you or something. My family owns this campus. My father owns half of the eastern seaboard and probably a small country or two. I don't even want to know what sort of business my mother is in other than this school." He shrugged and sighed. "The students here either have no idea who I am and think I'm some raging slut, or they know exactly who I am and know I'm a virgin. So really, there's nothing wrong with it. Besides, no one believes a word out of my siblings mouths anyways." The smaller male looked around a bit, patting down his pockets and whatnot, looking for his phone. It had just occurred to him that he was supposed to meet with Cyril when all of that crap happened. "I can't believe the thought of sleeping of me is worse than the thought of being murdered for knowing the truth about things..." Of course, he had muttered it mostly to himself, but that didn't really mean that the other male didn't hear him. "There, text message. Maybe that's what he wanted to talk to me about... If... if it's escaped somehow... Gods save us all." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 9, 2017 16:44:09 GMT
The blond rolled his eyes as Luka spoke, obviously not looking like he cared anything about the boy's lineage. However, at the mutter he narrowed his eyes and just allowed him finish that text he was sending before he leaned over and plucked his phone out of his grasp before he leaned back. "I could care less if something came to murder us all... But if my family, who by the way nearly owns the entirety of France and is a very prestigious family with a long line of successors, catch wind of that rumor... I'm going to be the one ending up with you peasants!" He snapped, keeping the phone out of the boy's reach. He then stood up, pocketing the phone, and walked over to where his jacket was, gun still in its holster at his hip. He stopped once he was there and turned around to face Luka, placing a hand on his hip near his gun. "It's not just about you, you damned brat! I could care less what you like to have others think about you, but there are other people whose lives could be absolutely ruined because you decide to pull stunts like that without clearing it up! There are people outside of this stupid school who will blow things way out of proportion!" He then halted himself from speaking further, just scowling now as he stood there. Without warning a hissing sound of pain escaped the blond, his hands flying up to clutch at his head while he squeezed his eyes shut. He stumbled back a little, as far as he could go which wasn't much, and doubled over slightly. Several different scenarios played out in his mind, all of them including much violence towards the boy in bed due to his anger and frustration building. It took only about a minute for it to die down, leaving him with a terrible headache. He remained where he was, hands shaking a bit as they still clutched at his hair before he then attempted to flee the room, completely forgetting about his book on the desk and his jacket. "I need to... Go... Now. Just..." He trailed off as he winced, a hand flying up to his head again as he stumbled over to the door. Luka's phone was still in his pocket, which he had also forgotten about. The light was making his head hurt even worse so he moved over to where the light switch was and just turned out the lights, soon pressing his forehead against the wall. "Fuck...don't come over to me..." He muttered as he lifted his other hand to rub his temple, trying to soothe the pain there. That's was it - peasants and peasant wannabes were bad for his health. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 9, 2017 21:05:19 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Of course he felt a little bad about jumping to conclusions the way that h had. It wasn't like he had known anything about the other male. But still, he had been offended. It wasn't like he was just some regular guy. So he just sat there and huffed a bit as the other male went off on him, his ears flat back on his head. Then he just sort of... Stopped. Something was wrong, that much he could tell. "Are you... Alright?" He was genuinely concerned for the health of the blond, after all, he didn't have to get involved... Was this Kyou's doing too? Luka slowly slid off of his bed and made his way over, hesitating a bit as that was exactly what he was told NOT to do. He let his eyes wander over the other for a moment. "I know you don't really but... please. I might be able to help you..." If it was Kyou, he would've been after him again, so he doubted that. "This... It has to do with your powers right? I... I can temporarily negate them for you and... It might make you feel better... if you want..." Of course, his voice was small, quiet, after all, he suffered from headaches quite often, just more due to obnoxious family and minor concussions. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 11, 2017 1:37:33 GMT
Michael had remained where he was, eyes closed and forehead pressed against the wall as he continued to try and soothe the pain. However, at hearing Luka speak on helping him, Michael opened his eyes and shifted to turn and lean against the wall as he looked at Luka. His hand was still up at his head, fingers slipped between locks of blond hair. Why did he want to help him? He normally would have said no...but it had been a while since he had a painful occurrence such as this. He sighed and just resisted sliding down the wall to sit on the floor as he nodded a little. "Just...make it go away." He stated as he closed his eyes again. After a few moments he finally gave in and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, those scenarios that played out in his head still seemingly clear to him. His eyes opened again as he looked over to Luka, imagining him ending up in the several situations that had occurred within his mind. Could he really be capable of that much violence towards another person? "What...are you going to do...anyway?" He asked him slowly, his gun still in its holster at his side. He paused for a few moments before he gestured for Luka to not come any closer, slowly reaching a hand down to his gun. He pulled it out of its holster carefully before he set it on the floor and then slid it away from himself. "Okay... You can... Whatever." He muttered out, having purposefully made himself weaponless for a reason that Luka could possibly guess if he tried. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 11, 2017 1:53:06 GMT
When you're screaming out But you can't make a sound You know It's only a dream
Cause nothing is as bad as you think Even when you're pulling at the seams When the lights go out you still got me
Luka lowered himself further onto the floor, slowly crawling his way towards the blonde, taking things as slowly as he could, after all, the other male seemed very against him coming any closer. Eventually he slid down the wall and sat on the floor. When Luka first saw the weapon, he thought maybe the other would shoot him, but instead, he slid the gun away from himself. That was something at least. A little show of some sort of trust. "Just... relax alright?" He didn't even know if his seal would work, but he was going to try. Using his forefinger, he drew a small circle on the blonde's forehead, drawing a few little symbols. It didn't take him long to do, but still, it was long enough. Luka sat back a bit and just... Sat there. Just watching, waiting. "It.. Can take a minute sometimes.." He relaxed a bit more when it softly glowed and disappeared. "There. That should... Help for a little while. It's temporary, but hopefully it'll be long enough... I... I've been trying to develop one strong enough to.. To render that thing useless... But so far..." He shook his head. Kyou had broken every single attempt of his thus far. But then again, he hadn't really tried in years. "I..." There he had been about to apologize again, but he didn't really feel like getting shot. "Thanks... For... Sticking around I guess..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 11, 2017 7:32:21 GMT
Michael warily watched him as he crawled closer, his head hurting too much to really argue or fight back against him. He'd already rid himself of his gun as well so there was no using that either. He closed his eyes once more when he felt Luka's forefinger touch his forehead, feeling each movement that was done as silence fell over the room. It didn't take long for Luka to draw those symbols on his forehead, though he kept his eyes shut after he had finished doing so. He was quiet as Luka spoke, just remaining as he was until that pain ebbed away gradually. Once it did, the blond slowly opened his eyes and glanced to Luka as he spoke. After a few moments he lowered his gaze and then pulled a knee up as he wrapped an arm around it, just getting a bit comfortable. "Thanks..." He muttered out, soon reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, only to pull out Luka's. He blinked as he looked at it before he just held it out for the teen to take. "Here... I didn't mean to really take it..." He spoke once more, waiting for him to take his phone before he lowered his hand and pulled out his own as well as the paper Luka had given to him. Without another word, Michael put in Luka's number to his phone and then texted him a single word - Cousteau. "Consider yourself lucky to even be getting my number, okay? I don't give out any personal information so freely so easily, alright?" He told him as he glanced away and pocketed his phone again. After several moments of silence he looked back over to Luka, scanning his eyes over him briefly. "How long will it keep it all negated?" He questioned him, his eyes remaining on the cat boy's face then. Word count: 312 Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Erika Wyndham on Feb 24, 2017 16:14:47 GMT
12 missed calls...9 voicemails...
Erika sighed as she looked down at her pastel pink phone. The trinkets made small jingling sounds that resembled a cross between chimes and bells. This was the fourth day in a row and the platinum blonde hardly needed to look into the phone to know who it was who was making all these calls. Erika's initial arrival here, she felt, free. Like she was actually starting over without the torture, the sleepless nights, the guilty feelings of drugging her father just so she could cook herself something to eat without the burning...The girl had peace for the first two days. School had not started yet, so she found herself wandering around the campus teleporting herself to some new part of the grounds. Sometimes, she'd surprise a couple of people, mostly those who she assumed were first years. The third and fourth years hardly seemed bothered by her jumping in through a portal or just randomly showing up wherever. The third day though, it started off with one call. Her heart-raced as she saw the words "Bakemono" glittering in her original native language on her call screen. The calls were once or twice per day at first. She even answered once and all she could hear was profuse swears mixed in a drunken flurry of vulgar Japanese and British slang followed by the demand for her to return to her previous place of dwelling immediately. Erika wanted to say so much. "Where would we go? We're being evicted!~" That was what she wanted to tell him, but nothing came out of her mouth. She hardly could respond to her father that time. Her mouth went dry and she just hung up. That just ended up in more calls. The platinum blonde never answered and turned her phone off for the rest of the day.
A few days after she had settled in, she was able to steel her resolve a bit better. He had called again like she figured he would. And she answered again. She was surprised to find that in comparison to the swears he had left for her before, he had seemed a bit more apologetic. His voice was raspy. Like he was starting to give up. He did not demand for her to return this time, but asked her to, followed by a recall of the happy times both he and her had when her mother was alive. It was the first time in a while where she was actually...angry. Her mother would have been grieving to see her daughter suffer the way she was when she was thirteen. Her mother would have straightened her father out. Her mother would not have wanted either of them suffering like this because her mother loved them both too much to see Erika distance herself away and for him to be bound by every cardinal sin like a slave in bondage. But she buried that anger. "I'm not coming back." is what she told him and clicked off the phone. She would not respond to him again. She would cut him out of her life, but she still loved him.
Erika bit her pale pink nail and she looked down at her phone. The pastel sky blue screen lit up once again with "Innosense" blasting as the ringtone. "Bakemono" was there in pink kanji. Erika clicked the ringtone to silence as she finally looked up to survey the scenery around her and found herself biting her equally pink lip. Everything looked so familiar yet seemed so different. Had she made a wrong turn somewhere? The platinum blonde turned her head to the right and to the left as she heard muffled voices. The platinum blonde slowly approached the door before knocking on it softly. She had hoped behind the door was a girl who could guide her in the right direction. Looking up to the ceiling, as she placed her phone in her shorts' pocket while tugging on her oversized, pink unicorn sweater. This...was the girl's dorm, right? Erika swore she made the left in the common area.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" She knocked once again.
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