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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 4, 2017 23:27:27 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
Evenings like this one often made him wonder why he was still here. Why was it that he still walked around pretending that everything was alright, even though it very well was not? How could he not just find the nearest form of law enforcement and shout that his mother, who happened to be in charge of hundreds of children each day, had a child locked away in a dark corner of their home? How could he just sit here and push the thoughts of his brother out of his head? How could he focus on school work more than trying to break the poor boy out of the dark hole that he resided in? Of course... The answer to that was pretty simple wasn't it? Manipulation. His mother making sure the only one that had access to his medications was her and her alone. Any time he'd think to speak out, she'd refrain from giving him his medication. A small growl rose in his throat, but he bit it back, the ears flattening against his head. It was all pointless wasn't it? No matter what happened, she was in control. Always watching him. "Lukaaaaa!~~~" His ears twitched and perked up at the sound of his younger sibling's voice. He turned to face the young blonde before she decided to just flop right on top of him. The girl wrapped her arms up around his neck and snuggled against him. "What're you doing out heeerrrrreeee?~ Ain't it lonely?" "Oh, nothing really, Nao. Just thinking. What about you? What brings you out here?" He tilted his head to the side with a bit of a smile. Of course it wasn't too hard to fake it for his siblings. "Waiting for Ren. We're supposed to be going into town today. Pick up some stuff for our rooms. Snacks and whatever. Do you wanna come?" Nao smiled and bounced a little in his lap, but he shook his head. "Awww... Why noooott Lukiieee?" "Nao. Come on leave him be. Let's go or we're gonna be late meeting mother." "Reeeennnn!~~~" Nao bounced right out of Luka's lap and bounded over to her other brother, wrapping and arm around his neck and nuzzling her face against his. "Disgusting." Luka laughed a little at his siblings' antics, waving as they walked off. But as soon as they were gone, he went back to his serious attitude. So. They were going to meet with his mother. They were going into town. This would be the perfect time to work on his plans to aid in his brother's escape. It only took a few minutes to grab a notebook and a pencil from his dorm room before returning to the commons room, after all, he liked working curled up in a comfy chair by the fire. Perhaps it would only be a matter of time before someone strolled along, wondering why the hell this small ass kid was drawing what looked like a dungeon in his notebook. 499 Words ☪ @open ☪ I suck at opening threads. [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 5, 2017 3:11:34 GMT
A young blond man could be seen walking towards the dormitories with a book in hand, white suit making him seem more like a beacon from afar. He had been aiming to go some place quiet to read, wanting to be away from the peasants here at the school during his free time. His steps slowed to a momentary pause, his cold, blue eyes falling over a blonde girl and a darker-haired boy - watching them silently for several moments. He then continued his walk towards the building where the students resided and eventually passed them, soon entering the building. Quiet... Finally a place where no person could taint the air with their idiotic breath while he was in the same room. The sound of the crackling fire was enough to make him feel at home to want to read by the fire. Glancing down as he moved, his free hand traveled up to unbutton the white jacket he wore over his current blue shirt, aiming to just take it off for the time being while he read. Just as he lifted his gaze to continue his approach towards the fire, Michael halted in his step to stare at a chair that was facing the comfortable fire. Did that chair..have cat ears? He stared for what seemed to be forever before he blinked once and then furrowed his brows slightly in subtle confusion, soon making his way over quietly. His free hand fell under his opened jacket by his hip, fingers brushing against the handle of a gun for precaution. Once he got close enough, he pulled out his gun and clicked the safety off in one swift move as he moved to stand somewhat beside the chair with the barrel of the gun close to the person's head. A cold expression was on his face but also one of seriousness as if he were ready to pull the trigger right then and there without worry. However, upon seeing the smaller male he just blinked once. His hand holding his gun did not waver nor move from it's spot as he remained stoic in his position. "Qui es-tu? Cine esti?" He questioned him in first his native language and then Romanian, pausing to see if he understood any at all. After a few moments he repeated his question once more but in English, "Who are you?" He questioned a final time before falling silent, still refusing to move his gun away from the boy's head. If this boy decided to try and make any wrong move.. He'd be ready to pull the trigger without any remorse. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 5, 2017 3:25:42 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
Just as he thought things would be quiet, he heard a click. Of course, he had heard the other male approach, but this was a dorm common room, people came and went all the damn time. The boy's unnatural cat ears flicked atop his head as he glanced up, taking in the very fact that a gun was being pointed directly at his head, and went back to writing in his notebook as the other male questioned him in other languages. Of course, he didn't know how to speak Romainian. But he did understand the French, his mother being French and all. But he made no inclination that he understood it. He knew Italian and Japanese as well, but again, he didn't exactly let such talents shine. The boy made no move, aside from turning the page and writing some more things down. Equations. Dimensions. "I'm a student here. But you know.. You probably shouldn't point guns at everyone in the common room. Weapons are strictly forbidden here you know." Not that it ever stopped people from carrying them. Luka himself even carried a knife, mostly for his own protection, not that he ever used it. The boy glanced up from his notebook, his dual colored eyes scanning over the other male. "You are aware this is a public area right?" Gods, this guy stuck out like a sore thumb. Only a matter of time before an upperclassman came along to beat some sense into him. Like Rishe maybe. Then again, this guy had a gun. Maybe Rishe would leave him the hell alone. "Are you new here?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 5, 2017 5:50:02 GMT
The blond male was silent as this boy seemed quite unaffected by a gun pointing at his head. So this boy knew English then... That was helpful at least in being able to communicate with this supposed peasant. However, he still did not move the gun away as he spoke on as he kept his cold eyes on the boy's face. He didn't bother to look down at what he was doing currently in his notebook, not that he cared anyway what this boy with cat ears was doing. His words did not really put him off, especially when he mentioned the rule on no weapons being allowed in the commons room. Yet he said nothing still as he kept it pointed towards his head, his finger resting by the trigger but would be quick to fly to it if needed. After a few moments he slowly pulled the gun up and clicked the safety on, still staring at the boy. "I am aware of that," was all he responded to his words on weapons being forbidden in this room. He lowered his hand that held his gun to his side after a few moments, not yet putting it away, as he continued to watch the boy sit there. Just how could he act so calm when a gun for crying out loud was pointed right at his head with the safety off? He blinked only once when he was questioned on being new to the school, silent for a few moments as if he were thinking of a response to that. "No, I am not new. This is my second year here, unlike you...?" He trailed off in a subtle form of a question, his eyes finally moving over the boy who sat in the chair with his notebook. This boy definitely didn't look like a second year... If not a first year. Just how could he be attending this school if he was below the age acceptance to get in? "Are you a first year here? You look like one," he spoke once more as he wanted to get that small confusion out of the way. Otherwise he had no idea why he was still sticking around talking to this kid when he had a book to read. 380 words ⚜ Luka de'Enguarde ⚜ Okay, I'm just imagining him with a French accent right now [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 5, 2017 17:25:32 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
Good gods this guy was rather weird wasn't he? At least it was a slow day out here in the commons. But really, how had no one expelled him yet? Threatening students with guns. "Second...? Are you sure? Cuz I mean... You should know by now that everyone speaks English, and weapons aren't allowed." Luka shook his head and continued writing in his notebook, pausing for a moment to tap the eraser against his lips as he furrowed his brow a bit. How frustrating this stupid equation wasn't lining up. "Huh? Me?" He glanced up, his ears twitching again. "This is my third year here." Not many people really ever believed him about that, but it wasn't like it was a lie. He had been at this school since his first year. Hell, he had been coming here even during primary school, since his mother was the principal and all. "I know I don't look it, but I am Seventeen." He paused for a moment before going back to basically ignoring the other male and writing in his notebook again. "Well, are you going to stand here and threaten me all day or are you going to go about your business? I mean, I'm not going to move from this spot so.." He shrugged a bit and put the eraser to his lips again. "You don't happen to be good at math, are you?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 6, 2017 3:19:21 GMT
Michael resisted rolling his eyes and sighing at this boy's words, merely tightening his grip on the gun's handle for a moment before relaxing his grip a bit. "You never know," he spoke with a casual shrug. He then scanned his normally cold eyes over him, taking in his features once more. He was... Annoying him. Just by being there. He could care less what he was doing with that notebook but... he was a third year? Disbelief crossed his features briefly before he blinked once. Just how could this...this kid be a third year? He looked barely old enough to be a first year! "You certainly don't look your age..." He mused in response when the boy had revealed his age as well. However, when the boy had mentioned him just standing around there all day he narrowed his eyes a little. Had he really been just standing there like some peasant? The blond just stepped away and slid his gun back into its holster as he moved over to a chair nearby and sat in it, silent and still in the light of the fire. He crossed one leg over the other and opened his book, attempting to read it as he tried to ignore this peasant's presence. Yet... He was annoying him still. His presence was keeping him from reading. His eyes kept flicking up to look at the damn peasant, unable to read his book now. Just the way he put that eraser to his lips... Annoying! He flicked his gaze back down as he attempted to continue reading, that is until he heard him speak again. He wanted him to help him with math? The blond sighed and shut his book, soon resting his elbow against the arm of the chair as he placed the book in his lap. He lightly placed his cheek against his fist, looking mostly relaxed as he looked at the boyish teen only a mere three feet from him. "And if I am..?" He questioned him a bit, lifting a brow slightly as he kept his usually cold eyes on him. "What's your name anyway? So I don't have to name you myself," he added after a moment. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 6, 2017 3:39:36 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
It was quiet for a few moments as the blonde had finally gone to sit down and open a book. 'Well. Good to know he's not all brawn....' Of course, he had thought it to himself. Usually he kept his thoughts quiet, as there were usually telepaths around, but at the moment, it was luckily just the two of them. It took a moment for the other male to respond to him for whatever reason and he nodded. "You know, complex dimensional equations. I need to figure out just how much force would need to be generated to break through 4 inches of steel, a concrete wall, and 5 inch iron bars. In a single shot. Without continuing on to barrel straight into whatever is inside." Luka paused and looked forwards for a moment, sort of off into space as he seemed to be pondering it. "Of course, it requires quite a bit of mathematical precision. So I need someone decent enough at it to check my work." He turned towards the other male and placed an almost obnoxiously innocent smile on his face. Though, his cuteness was interrupted by the door to the commons being thrown open, and naturally, he turned to face it, his ears twitching a bit again. He said some sort of inner prayer that it wouldn't be Rishe. Of all people, dear gods. But the small cat boy let out a breath he hadn't been aware that he was holding as some kid in a hoodie made his way over to stand in front of the fire, obviously warming himself with it. Luka blinked at him for a moment. "Umm.. Why are you all... wet...?" "None of your god damn business." The smaller male blinked again and made a bit of a face. "Anyways... Uhh. It's no problem if you.. can't or... whatever. I.. I'll figure it out." The male by the fireplace growled a bit. "What? Do I bother you somehow?" "Well.. I don't exactly like water..." And just to be the asshole that he was this day, he decidedly shook himself off a bit, peeling off his soaked hoodie and lay it out on the floor as close to the fire as he could. Luka shook his head. "It would dry faster if you.. You know... Brought it to the laundry." "Tch. Spoiled fucking rich kids. Does my being here ruin your perfect aesthetic? Can't stand seeing those lower than you? Well too fucking bad. Go back to your cushy dorm room if you don't like it." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 6, 2017 4:15:52 GMT
Michael watched the boy as he spoke, keeping his eyes on him as his expression did not change. Though his words of what exactly he needed the math done for caused a questioning brow to raise. That was very...precise. He just stared at him for several moments, taking in that expression that was being given to him. He was about to respond when the door to the commons room was thrown open, causing the blond to lift his head to see who it was. An unamused expression crossed his features then as a soaking wet boy practically stormed over to stand in front of the fire to dry off. He silently watched the exchange between the two, his eyes darting between the two like a tennis match. Yet when the drenched boy began to shake water off himself and peel his hoodie off, Michael frowned and scoffed lightly from his words. "What, can't you afford free laundry?" He spoke up finally towards the drenched boy, soon standing as he walked a couple of paces towards the cat-eared boy and lightly plopped his book, while still holding it, on his head between the ears. "No, wait... Are you really that poor? Not even able to get free things? How...sad." He spoke, shaking his head as he had a disappointed look on his face for a brief moment. He then turned his attention back to the boy in the chair, leaning over a little as he rested his arm on the back of it and reached his free hand over to the notebook to tap on the writing there. "Peasant, I'll need to have further information if you want help." He spoke to him as he turned his head to look at the teen. After about a moment he straightened up and looked at the drenched boy, lifting a brow a bit. "What? You're still here? Oh, don't tell me you sleep in here too... Maybe I'll be nice today and get you all dried up... Maybe see about getting you a room too. But don't follow me around begging for everything if you think this is charity." He told him, pulling his book off the cat-eared teen's head finally. "Well? Are we going to where the laundry room is or do you want to throw another temper tantrum like a brat? And what in the hell did you fall into anyway? A pool? You know, you could catch a cold if you don't get dried off soon." He commented as he took a couple of step back and lowered his hand that held the book to his side and slipped his free one into his pocket.
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 6, 2017 4:34:39 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, it was a little surprising that the blonde boy was even communicating with the wet one at all, but it wasn't a complete shock to hear the attitude coming from him. The smaller male sighed and shook his head. He wasn't really dealing with another Rishe here now was he? Someone who did nothing but flaunt status and power? "It's not free actually... It comes from Student tokens, which we're awarded out of our tuition or based on our grades." Luka mentioned and shrugged a bit. Not that he really figured someone like the blonde would know something like that, obviously being from a wealthy family. Luka was one of the rare ones with a decent personality, and a habit for hanging onto frayed clothing, like what he wore today, that made him look like just your average kid. Maybe that's why he was called a peasant? "I uhh... I can't really...." But he was cut off by the snort of the other male, who was running a hand through his very damp white hair. "Peasant? Do you even know who that is?" The albino shook his head, a toothy, cocky little smirk crossing his face as he continued to stare into the fire. "What? Now you're all concerned? No fucking thanks. Unlike you little fucks, I know how to take care of myself." The albino grabbed his things and shook his head, daring to spit at the blonde's feet as he stalked off. "I don't need fucking charity. And by the way, that kid you're harassing pretty much owns this whole campus. His mom's the fucking principal, dipshit." Luka shook his head and sighed a bit. How the hell did that kid know....? Right... The twins were in his grade. He had seen him with Ren every now and then, grabbing notes or working on projects. Another sigh. Well. That was just lovely. "I'm uhh... Luka.. You can.. call me Luka... If... if you want..." He clutched his notebook to his chest for a moment. "And I can't just... Share this with you. It's rather important that nobody finds out about it and well... Secrets don't really stay secret in this place, you know?" [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 6, 2017 17:20:07 GMT
Michael glanced to the boyish teen as he had begun to speak, only to flick his gaze over to the drenched boy when he snorted and spoke as well. Not free ? Well, that was just stupid. But that albino was starting to get onto his nerves now too, narrowing his gaze slightly as he had continued to speak about the boyish teen there as well. "Good, because I'm not giving you any charity." He stated calmly before his brow lifted at what he said next about the boyish teen there. Son of the principle? Him? His eyes flicked back over to the teen, scanning his blue eyes over him as if trying to find any details pertaining to this kid being the son of a principle. Yet when the albino began to leave, and dared to spit at his feet, Michael took a step to the side and let a hand fly out to shove it against the kid's back to try and just push him away as he left, not really caring if he missed or not. "Go sleep in a doghouse," he spoke to him before his attention moved back to the other one still there. He watched him as this kid finally told him his name - Luka. Well now he didn't have to keep calling him a peasant, even if he weren't one as it turned out. He tilted his head slightly as Luka clutched the notebook to his chest, trying to explain to him why he couldn't jut share it with him. He stayed where he was for a few moments before he slowly closed the space between them and leaned down a little as he made eye contact with the teen. As he did that he lifted his free hand to place a couple fingers on the edge of the notebook. "Yet from what you told me... It sounds like you want to break into a prison." He spoke in a low and quiet voice, just enough for him alone to hear even though there was pretty much no one else in the room with them. "It was all very precise, I'm not stupid. What... Are you trying to do?" He went on, staying where he was as he did not let his cold gaze waver; his face mere inches away at the moment. Whatever this kid had planned, it had caught his attention. "You need some help... And perhaps I can provide that help. But I won't just blindly give away help without knowing what it is being used for." He went on after a moment of silence, now sliding his fingers between the notebook and Luka as if he were also holding onto it as well now. Yet he made no move to just take the notebook away from him, he simply just let his hold stay there as if to keep the teen in place. "I don't care if you're the son of a king or whatever, I won't give any help blindly. And just so you know... Just between us and as an act of good will I suppose you could say... I can keep secrets. Just know I won't be this...nice because of your relation to the principle or anything, alright? I will never kiss your fucking ass so don't you dare start to think that." He added, narrowing his gaze slightly as he tightened his small grip on the notebook before he straightened up it kept his hand where it was. He was silent then as he watched him, waiting for his decision. Word count: Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 6, 2017 17:59:09 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
The boy sighed and shook his head a bit. Well, at least he was out of their little spat. But then the blonde drew closer to him and he gulped a bit, scooting back farther into his chair and holding his notebook closer. A prison? Well.. He supposed technically it was, wasn't it? And still, he drew closer, though Luka's grasp tightened a bit on the notebook in case this person decided to try and take it. Not that he'd really be able to make much of it. A small sigh escaped him as his relationship to his mother was brought about. "I don't want anyone to do that. I took on my father's last name to avoid having my relationship with the principal used. I do everything on my own. I'm no different than any other student here. You don't have to do anything for me. And even if you did kiss my ass for some sort of standing, it wouldn't help you. I don't work that way." Luka scooted up and off of the chair over the arm, taking his notebook with him, standing there for a moment, gazing into the fire, his tail twitching almost anxiously, but the rest of him was completely calm. "If you want to keep my secrets, then I'd be indebted to you. But we can't talk about it here." His voice was low and quiet, barely audible, but still, the blond would be able to hear him. "If you want to help me, then you'll follow me." He turned on his heel and walked down out of the commons towards the hallway leading to the male dorms. He swiped his student id and opened the door, looking back over his shoulder and holding the door for a moment to make sure that the other male was following him before heading off to his dorm. Luka had been quite honest in saying that he didn't take advantage of his relationship with his mother, as his dorm room was on the bottom floor, where most of the average kids were placed. He had no need for the luxuries of the rich students, and was quite humble in his ways. He paused for a moment by his door, muttering a bit of something before moving away from it. "You should be able to come in now." His room was tidy, but there was no crystal chandelier, no mini bar, no spacious quarters. There was fresh paint, the cans still laying in the corner of the room, as well as fresh carpet, the excess also just sitting in the corner of the room. At least all of the materials were in one small space. The boy moved over to his desk and tidied up all the sketches and papers he had lying there. After all, the desk was really the messiest place in the whole room with papers and books and notebooks scattered literally everywhere on and around it. But still, he gathered them all in some sort of neat pile and plopped them into a drawer. "We can talk freely in here. No cameras, no spies. Sure, maybe I'm a bit paranoid but... My mother can't find out I'm working on this or..." He paused, his hand moving up towards his chest. "Well... We can just say things won't be very good for me if she does." He sat down at his desk, opening his notebook to what he had been working on in the commons room. On the pages, there was a cage, dimensions around it. "I've studied everything about the room. It's not exactly a prison as you'd think. But... At the same time, it is. And I need to get into it with as few people as possible. The walls are made of concrete for the most part, but behind the concrete, there's steel. There's a five foot gap between the wall and the cage on this side, seven feet on this side, two feet over here, which is where I'd like to break in, and ten feet over here. This two foot side is closer to outside and would be the easiest way in. Granted, we'd need to dig a hole rather quickly..." Luka sighed and rest his head on his desk. "Gods, it's impossible. Every scenario I run, we get caught, or killed." Another sigh as he sat back up, shaking his head a bit, his ears dropping back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't involve you in this. Just... Umm.. Check my work here if you can I... It just... Doesn't look right to me.." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 6, 2017 19:59:43 GMT
The blond teen listened to Luka's words in response to his own and then watched as Luka scurried out of the chair and went to stand practically in front of the fire. He turned his body a bit to better face him, his free hand having slipped back into his pocket as he observed him. Outwardly the teen looked calm, yet his tail kept twitching as if it had a mind of its own. He just stood there silently, as he watched him calmly until he spoke once more in a quiet voice that he was, luckily, able to pick up. Oh, now this was interesting... He turned his head to watch as Luka walked off, pausing where he was before he eventually followed the teen. He was curious to say the least, and he wanted to find out more just what he was not telling him yet. He followed him through the halls and, supposedly, to where his dorm room was, but the further they went to the bottom floor a frown began to mar his features some. His own distaste for how things looked down here obviously showing due to Michael being more used to the rich luxuries he had been exposed to growing up. By the time they approached a door, Michael was already imagining a hovel barely livable to be on the other side of it. He flicked his gaze over to Luka when he said that it should be okay for him to enter his room then, a brow lifting slightly in curiosity but he said nothing still and waited a moment before entering it. He blinked once as he took in what the room looked like as Luka scurried over to a desk - not a hovel. Yet it was still not in his preferred taste to be in either. He glanced over to the paint cans in the corner and casually turned around slowly to try and mentally compare this room to his own. "This is like a walk-in closet..." He muttered as he shook his head with a sigh. Rich kid his ass. Though his attention went over to Luka once more and he approached him again, placing a hand on the desk as he stood beside the teen. "You really are paranoid if this is how you're living. And the thought of being killed or something by your mother?" He didn't bother to even finish that sentence as he shook his head, deciding to not say anything more as he had some insight to what that could possibly be like - especially with what his family dealt in. His eyes moved to the open notebook and he listened silently to Luka as he explained to him about what was on the page, his eyes never leaving said page as he made a few mental notes. He was silent for a few minutes after Luka had finished speaking, simply thinking as he slowly placed his book, which he nearly forgot he was still holding, on the boy's desk somewhere. "This is pretty impressive... I'll give you that," he spoke finally as he looked at him. "But..." he trailed off as he glanced back at the page, pausing for a moment before he lifted a hand and tapped Luka's head between the ears. "Do you have any blueprints or a layout of the area? Without any clutter on it so I can take a look at it better." He spoke as he then picked up Luka's notebook and turned a bit to lean against the desk a bit as he did not trust the walls with being dry due to see the paint cans in the corner. "The only thing that I'm a bit concerned about... Is that mention of someone being in the cage. A single blow to get through everything else and the cage without injuring the person... It seems improbable. A single explosion or blow just won't do, Luka." He told him, shaking his head a bit as he scanned his eyes over the page as he read the scribbles there. "As for digging a hole... What do you mean by that?" He asked him then, finally turning his head to look at Luka as he continued to hold the notebook for the time being. "I'll help, you needn't worry about that. But even I will need to have some time with making sure everything you put down is right... Even coming up with a few other things myself." He added after a moment with a casual shrug, his eyes briefly moving back to the notebook in his hands before moving back to Luka. Word count: --- Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 6, 2017 21:00:37 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
"Oh... This? I don't live like this out of paranoia. I wanted to be put down here. Lika I said, I don't see the need of having more than I need just because my mother has influence. I want to earn my way up. I don't want others to see me as more than them just because of my lineage or standing. I want to be equal, just like everyone else." He shrugged his shoulders a bit and looked towards the other male as he spoke, though, his ears twitched a bit as a hand was placed between them. What was this guy's obsession with patting his head anyways? Again his ears drooped a bit as the blond mentioned his mother murdering him. "Well... I mean.. She won't kill me... I don't think but... I have to take medicine every day to keep myself healthy and... Without it, I'll wind up hospitalized for awhile. If I work on this and she finds out about it, she'll stop giving me my medicine. Not exactly murder just... Inconvenient." It wasn't like he really considered his mother to be a bad person, after all, she was rather devoted to her own children. She loved them and always cared for them, he knew that much at least. It had bothered her to no end that he had taken his father's name, but it had been his decision. The boy shook his head a bit as the question of the blueprints came up."I'm sure they've been destroyed. Not many people know about this place, and if they tell anyone, they're usually rendered fairly useless, or... Dead. I could draw up clean blueprints, but I'm not entirely sure that they'd really help. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I'm certain the dimensions are correct. Then again, things might've changed in the three years it's been since I've been there." Another soft sigh escaped him. "They could've moved it for all I know..." It was an impossible task wasn't it? Getting his brother out of that gods awful cage... Getting him the freedom he deserved. The boy curled up in his chair a bit as the blond continued to speak about the improbability of doing everything in one hit. Luka became quite discouraged about the whole thing rather easily, and it wasn't like it was hard to tell. But still, he pulled his face up and rest his chin on his knees in order to give a proper response. "It's underground. Like a basement sort of. Say, the ground, is the roof. A few inches, and you'd hit the top of the roof, another foot or so and you're into the room, then it's an eight foot drop to the floor. But... We couldn't go in from the top like that, we'd have to go in from the side, hence, a hole." He sighed again and shook his head. "And it has to be done in a single blow to prevent..." He paused and bit his bottom lip a bit, very obviously in some internal debate about whether or not to tell the truth. But Luka wasn't a liar. "The person in the cage is... Usually harmless. But if he knows he's being rescued, he can turn really dangerous, really quickly, and the whole thing will be for nothing. He has to be caught off guard and knocked out before we can get him out of there. And all of it has to be done as quickly and efficiently as possible or... Well, like I said. We'd be caught, or killed. As for preparation... I've been working on this for he past four years or so. It's not like he's going anywhere. Then again... For all I know.. He could be dead by now..." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Feb 7, 2017 2:13:15 GMT
Michael handed the notebook back to Luka and then crossed his arms as he just kept his head turned towards him a bit, listening to him as he spoke. He saw the way he had curled up in his chair, but did nothing as he took in his words. So, the kid practically had his hands tied behind his back due to his mother not giving him certain medication if he didn't do something she liked? Though he nodded a little when he had responded to him about the blueprints, shifting slightly to get a bit more comfortable. "That should do at least, we could perhaps work together on creating a diagram or layout ourselves and figure out different means to get inside other than that small journal." He mentioned as he glanced down to Luka's notebook for a brief moment before he looked back to the boy. Though Michael tilted his head a bit when Luka began to explain to him the reason for digging a hole, a hum of thought escaping him as he kept his eyes on the teen. However, when he mentioned a 'he', the blond teen lifted a brow slightly and then looked away to stare at the wall across from him for a few moments. "Who..is this 'he' you're mentioning? Actually, you don't have to tell me now. Just you saying that does confirm someone is in there possibly... And four years? That takes dedication... Especially if you've been doing this alone." He spoke up as he shook his head a little. He then moved away from the desk a couple of steps before he stopped and turned to face Luka once more. He shifted his mouth to the side slightly in thought, scanning his eyes over the teen before he sighed and stepped forward then, finally holding his hand out for Luka to take or shake, the latter more preferred from the blond. "My name is Michael, last name you don't really need to know unless we somehow get to know each other more." He spoke as he tilted his chin up slightly. Word count: 351 Tag: Luka de'Enguarde
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Post by Luka de'Enguarde on Feb 7, 2017 2:47:06 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 nodded a bit and uncurled himself, clearing his desk a bit more except a rolled up paper, a rule, and a pencil. As long as he was sitting here, he might as well get started on the blueprints. It wasn't like he had anything else to do with his current time anyways. Except mope. But hey, this guy was helping him, s for the moment, there was a small bit of hope. But then, there was a question that he had almost hoped wouldn't come up. Even though the other male brushed it off, he would still answer it. After all, he had mentioned he would talk about it here, no secrets. There wasn't really a point in holding it back anymore. Though, before this, anyone he had told mysteriously disappeared. So he just kept it to himself. Especially as the other moved around the semi-small room. But eventually he gave his hand. Luka wasn't one really for much physical contact, but he knew the purpose of this motion, so he took his hand, the seal on the back of his own showing rather clearly as his sleeve had pulled up. "Uhh... Luka. But... I told you that... Umm. de'Enguarde." He took his hand back and pulled his sleeve back down over it, looping a small hole in the cuff around his thumb. "As for... What's in the cage... My half brother. My mother... Denies his existence and keeps him locked up in a secret room. I think... He's always been there but I'm not really... Sure. I met him by accident when I was ten or so... I promised him that I'd get him out of there. But like I said before. He can be pretty dangerous so it has to be done... Right." And with that he went back to drawing the blueprints. "I studied the room extensively while I had the chance. I've been planning this since before I was forced to come here. I... I'm not really allowed to leave school grounds. I'm not allowed to go home unless my mother is there to keep an eye on me. So it's not like I can just stroll in, break into his room and break him out. I need a plan. A better plan. And right now.. I don't have one." [googlefont=Philosopher][googlefont=Pattaya][googlefont=Lobster Two]
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