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Post by theodore parker on Jul 10, 2010 16:59:30 GMT -5
Why was he such a pushover? It seemed all younger children had to do was bat their long eyelashes and form a pout on their lips in order to trap him. Today’s puppeteer ended up being an eight year old boy who had wandered into the East Wing. He had been carrying a precious heirloom his mother had given him as a child around his neck and had happened to drop it. Theodore could only guess he was surprised by some of the Derelicts and had turned to run. The other group of children could be quite intimidating, especially with the slander each group placed on one another. The Derelicts were crazy kids enjoying chaos, and the aristocrats were prissy and as uncaring as the adults. It seemed everyone forgot that they had once all been in the same boat. Sighing to himself as he entered the Derelict’s refuge, he couldn’t help but smile. He had wandered once or twice through the building and it seemed to be as much of a mess as he remembered. Carefully, he walked down the hallway, looking around for the dropped locket while avoiding any mantraps or booby traps. The reason he was aware of their placement was because he had a habit of getting caught in them himself. Luckily on those occasions he had a friend with him to cut him down. Right now he was all on his own and as he heard the creaking of the East Wing the isolation was even clearer.
Hearing some chatter in one of the rooms, Theodore tucked himself behind the corner that turned into the hallway. The boy wasn’t sure what the other children would do if they found him here. A lot of the time the rivalry between the two groups would cause them to have an unquenchable hate for each other. It was possibly strong enough to focus their hate formed by the abuse of the adults on to their own peers. The last thing Theo wanted today was to become a punching bag. As he listened quietly, he heard a door open and a few children laugh as they went the opposite direction down the hall. Releasing a sigh of relief, he waited a second to make sure the hallway was quiet before heading down it himself. He had walked into the building almost fearlessly, but now he really just wanted to find the locket and get out. Walking up the stairs to the next floor he again went through the cycle of avoiding traps and looking the necklace. He knew if he came back empty handed he would have a crying eight year old to deal with. The boy was always a sucker for waterworks and he knew he’d have to keep coming back until he found the piece of jewelry. Otherwise he’d have the guilt of not coming through for the child on his conscious.
Noticing an opened up section in the middle of the hallway, probably for the derelicts to sit around and talk, Theo peaked into it to check if it was clear. Once he was certain no one was napping on the couches or sitting on the floor, Theo wandered into the room and looked around the floor for the locket. The condition of the room was livable, but the cryptic letters were still on the walls and there seemed to be a hole or two in it. It almost looked like someone had punched through it. Swallowing hard, he continued to creep around silently until a glimmer of silver caught his eyes. “There you are,” he whispered to himself with a smile. Walking towards the locket, he attempted to pick it up before feeling tension on it. Forehead wrinkling in confusion, he frowned and pulled on it again only to feel a pull back. “What the-“ he began as he gave a more sturdy tug on it only to feel something suddenly wrap around his ankle. Crying out in surprise, he grunted as his head hit the floor and he was lifted up from the ground. The locket now in his hand, he frowned as he looked up. The derelict that scared the eight year old must have found the locket and knew someone would come back for it. He probably thought it would be funny and a good way to scare the kid if he trapped him.
Trying not to freak out, Theo wondered how he’d missed the trap in the firs tplace. Looking up in the ceiling he noticed the wire ran across the ceiling and was tied around something that was hidden within one of the holes in the wall. “Great…” he muttered to himself. Now he knew what a rabbit must feel like. Trying to pull himself up to get the loop around his ankle off, he attempted to pull up his body only to realize he hadn’t gained that type of muscle throughout his fourteen years of life. Lying back again, his head rested on a weird angle on the floor (as it was made for a much shorter kid). “How am I going to get out of this one,” he wondered to himself, his French accent being audible as he hung upside down. Maybe one of his friends would come looking for him when he didn’t come back… at least he hoped so. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay in this position before his head would start hurting with all the blood going to it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by YUKI MORII on Jul 10, 2010 21:23:40 GMT -5
Today felt aimless, without purpose. The boy sighed and stretched out in the tall grass. He hadn't been given anything to do, no instructions, so he'd wandered out of the orphanage and into the garden. There he'd wandered, sometimes following the slithering sound of snakes, sometimes pausing to dip his tongue into a flower. None of them had tasted particularly sweet, or like anything at all really.
Dissapointing.
It wasn't long before he found himself where he was laying now, the overgrown grass hiding him from view. He was glad that he wasn't afraid of reptiles or bugs. This garden was crawling with them, and if he'd had an issue with them, relaxation would have been impossible.
The boy blew some overgrown hair out of his eyes, huffing when the strands fell and covered his lashes yet again. With a slight hiss he sat up and pushed at the hair with his hand. He couldn't even relax, he was too restless.
So Yuki pushed himself to his feet and wandered, looking for something to do. If all else failed, he'd go to the basement and have himself some fun with the orphanage staff. The thought brought a tingle of excitement into his belly, and he rubbed a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down. Yuki felt what was close to stubble along his jawline and hissed again. Gods, did he ever hate having to shave.
His feet carried him into the East Wing, soft leather boots nearly silent. He'd have been completely silent if it weren't for the constant little groans of the old flooring. With a frown he crouched down and poked at the floorboards. Yuki wondered if any new traps had been set up while he was in the gardens. He hoped not. Yuki disliked being cruel to other children...
Dark eyes caught a slight motion above him and he tilted his head back to look. Yuki found himself looking at a boy hanging upside down, a rope tied around one of his ankles. That couldn't be comfortable. Yet in stead of getting up to help the other boy, he stayed crouched on the floor, head tilted to the side. Yuki tried to figure out just who this boy was, the upside down features made it hard to identify him.
Once he'd recognized the boy as an Aristocrat, he took the time to study every little detail, and aspect, of the boy's predicament.
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Post by theodore parker on Jul 11, 2010 0:23:57 GMT -5
A sigh left Theo’s lips as he swung helplessly upside down. “Porquoi?” he mumbled to himself, his face beginning to flush as the blood rushed to his head. He could already feel the headache and he tried to think of another way to get out of the trap. The boy never carried knives or any kind of sharp tools. He was overall a pacifist, so it wasn’t like he needed them to fight back as he wouldn’t fight back in general. Again he tried to pull himself up to reach his foot only to grunt and hit his head as he fell back. “Zut…” he said with a groan. He had only lived in France for the first nine years of his life, but his heritage leaked out more when he was frustrated like this. The helplessness he felt was pathetic and he could only hope the Derelict’s would be merciful. The last thing he wanted was to become some sort of piñata or be cut down only to be faced with some other humiliating torture. As he began to attempt his Plan B escape, the creaking of floorboards caused him to freeze. The only way he could buy time was hope the other person wouldn’t notice he had been caught like a game animal.
When another boy suddenly came into the room he was prepared to be slap or taunted… but instead he was stared at like some strange eight-legged creature. A look of confusion crossed his face as he stared back at him with his blue eyes. It didn’t take him very long to place the face as there weren’t many oriental children that resided within the orphanage. The well-known foreigner was Yuki Morii, but he wasn’t sure if this was him. Not wanting to take the risk of jumping to conclusions and offending him, his face finally formed into an embarrassed one. All the Derelicts couldn’t possibly know everyone… maybe his allegiance to the Aristocrats wouldn’t be too obvious. “Um, hey there,” he began, a sheepish smile on his face. “Could you… you know… get me down? Please?” For a moment Theo wondered if this was the same boy that had scared the poor little aristocrat in the first place. Right now though, he wasn’t sure if that information would be helpful. Either way, he was some place he wasn’t supposed to be. Hopefully he wouldn’t be punished for it. “I’d really appreciate it… I’d owe you one,” Too bad he didn’t have anything to bribe the other boy with.
ooc: it's perfectly fine. don't worry about it. =)
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Post by YUKI MORII on Jul 12, 2010 0:02:18 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yuki remained silent as the other boy spoke to him, noting the slight accent in his tone. The oriental boy however did not know enough of accents to really place it. French maybe? He would not place a bet on it.
His head was tilted, a flicker of amusement moving over his smooth features. This was the first time he has seen someone hanging upside down. Amazing, considering that he intereacted with other Derelicts every day, considering how fond they were of their little traps. So Yuki was taking as much in as possible.
He saw as blood rushed to the other boy's head, and nearly reached out to poke one flushed cheek. Could someone die from hanging upside down for too long? He realized that he should try that with one of the staff locked away in the basement.
This idea put him in a far better mood, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Yuki rubbed at his cheek and left a slight stain of dirt on the pale skin, then nodded and went over to where the rope was attached. "You will fall down, be sure not to hit your head." He did not have the patience to deal with the Aristocrats if he were to kill the hanging-boy by dropping him on his head.
Besides, he was not fond of hurting other children.
Deciding it was not worth finding out how the mechanism of the trap worked, and taking it apart that way, Yuki simply took a little knife out of his pocket and sawed through the rope.
A thump sounded behind him.
Yuki dropped the knife back into his pocket before turning back around, only half prepared to see the boy laying motionless on the floor. Or even worse....with his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
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Post by theodore parker on Jul 12, 2010 23:31:37 GMT -5
It was a little unnerving how the other boy kept staring at him. He didn’t respond to his question and appeared to be enjoying the sight of him upside down like this. Theo would have probably repeated his question if he was certain the other boy wouldn’t be annoyed by it. All the children in the orphanage had faced some sort of abuse, but the extent was always a mystery. Sometimes it damaged the person so much they had fallen into a spiral of depression, were paranoid of their own shadow, or could no longer function properly. Then there were others like Theo who had faced beatings and verbal abuse and still were able to find happiness even after all that filth. The positive behavior could be considered the results of even worse trauma as a good amount of children would believe you could only be crazy to be able to walk away optimistic. On the other hand, Theo liked to think it was a coping technique. What would be the point of crying over spilled milk? The only way to avoid the memories in his case was to move forward. When it came to the Derelict in front of him though, he had no idea what his views were. He had never been good at reading a person’s character.
As he heard the boy’s comment, he wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not. It was good he was letting him down, but he wasn’t sure how he could exactly avoid hitting his head. “A-Alright…” he replied a little nervous, and covered his head with his hands. Suddenly he heard the string break and felt his body collide with the floor. Groaning, he laid on the carpet for a few seconds, feeling the pain move through his body. He would definitely have bruises later. Finally rolling over, he gently rubbed the shoulder he landed on before glancing at something shiny in his hand. The locket. Smiling to himself as he looked at the silver necklace, he put it in his pocket before he had a chance to forget about it again. “Thanks,” he said with a soft smile, glancing up at the other boy. “I thought you were going to leave me hanging there…” Stretching his arms for a few moments, he looked over the boy curiously. “Anyway I can pay you back for the favor?”
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Post by YUKI MORII on Jul 14, 2010 23:10:34 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yuki felt relief wash over him when he saw the boy laying whole on the floor, no blood splatters or bits of brain laying on the carpet. Relief...he hadn't felt such an emotion in some time. It comforted him somewhat, because it was like an echo of his humanity, a reminder...
Of what?
The oriental boy ran a hand through his already messy hair, watching Theo as he groaned. Out of instinct he took a step closer, ready to try and help if the boy had broken something, or was injured in any other way.
The Aristocrat sat up and rubbed his shoulder, and Yuki found himself relaxing a little. Then he noticed as light reflected off of something in the other boy's hand. A slight lean forward gave him a view of the pendant before it slipped into the Aristocrat's pocket.
His mind was brought back to the matter at hand when he was spoken to, and Yuki found himself rubbing the back of his neck. Pay him back? This was certainly one of the nicers Aristocrats. But, he hadn't helped the boy in order to gain a favour...
"Maybe...tell me what an Aristocrat is doing in the East wing" His head tilted again, "Hanging with a rope around his foot."
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