WHO: Trowa Barton, A crowd of NPCs and 14 poor unsuspecting saps all under a curse, and anyone who sees this going on or gets dragged in by accident. ADD YOUR TAGS
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TROWA'S BEDROOM! OPEN!love_and_laceJuly 23 2010, 20:09:05 UTC
Aphrodite had been thinking about it all day. Okay so Trowa had kinda flipped out when she touched him the other day and turned into a cat. But…he couldn’t have been mad at her. That just wasn’t possible. She loved him so much that he had to know that. He was obviously just not used to being touched
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There was no getting around it: things had gotten more horrible as the day wore on. Between the hairdresser he'd had to run away from because he'd wanted just the short sections trimmed up a bit and she'd nearly been about to lop off the whole bang section with an excited squeal and a cry of 'Mary, get the scrapbook!', the hobo who came out from under the bridge and asked for change no less than thirty-four times while following him for a grand total of seven blocks, and the small horde of cats sitting at the balcony window and staring in like a frightening Hitchcock movie of the wrong species, he'd desperately needed to get some sort of rest
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His question didn't make any sense to Aphrodite. But he had just been asleep so she could forgive him for not making sense. He was awake now, so the idea of getting him used to snuggling subconsciously was out.
"Hey pooky," she cooed at him swiping a finger through his hair.
While the dog's growls were easy to hear, he also had decent night vision, and when combined with a faint light from just down the hall easily allowed him to see just who was standing there like a lemon and staring at the scene before him.
At least Quatre didn't have her touching his hair. Messing with it was an honor reserved for exactly one person, and he wasn't about to let her take that spot.
Trowa slithered out of reach of the goddess, getting to the floor and then backing himself up against one of the walls.
"My name isn't 'pooky'," he groused, hoping she couldn't tell where he'd moved to. The doorway was somewhat backlit, but the room itself was pretty dark.
"Duh, it's called a nickname!" she told him like he honestly didn't know. She pushed up on her elbows looking around for him.
The dog growling and person in the door got her attention briefly. She didn't see them as a threat, merely as an annoyance that was keeping her for helping Trowa get over his fears of intimacy.
"Excuse me," she said to the two interruptions. "This isn't an open party."
/here at last, here at lastpacifistedJuly 29 2010, 00:37:30 UTC
There were a number of things Quatre was far better at than he could ever hope to be. One of them was painting. Another happened to be running a business.
Still another was dealing with unwanted intrusions in his territory. One of his first ideas had been to shoot Aphrodite; he was fairly certain that if the notion had ever occurred to Quatre, the other boy would never mention it. Not unless it got to the point of having no other choice but to finally make the actual threat. Instead, he spoke with a degree of diplomatic authority that made clear just what all those tutors and lessons back in their own world had been for.
Trowa didn't know how good her hearing was--if she could teleport and cast spells, it was very possible she had other talents he didn't know about--and decided not to chance it, staying as motionless as possible.
FRIDAY EVENING, WHERE YOU LIVE, OPENctu_saviorJuly 23 2010, 22:10:54 UTC
Jack was cruising the streets on patrol in his SUV when he saw that kid who'd gotten mixed up with the HIVE leaning over the railing. Jack had built a career not just on having a keen mind, but also on following his heart and trusting his gut. Going with intuition had saved his life and the lives of others too many times for him to ever distrust sudden, strong feelings about anything. So when something in him said to pull over the curb and stop the car for a better look at Trowa, that's just what he did.
Jack frowned as he peered at him from across the street, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses and his face hidden behind the dark glass of the black SUV. He examined Trowa minutely, the athletic body, the impossible- no, more like remarkable- hair, the look on his face, the pigeon fan club. The feeling that this kid was important somehow, extremely important, that Jack had to get closer and find out more, only increased and Jack didn't fight it for a minute.
Trowa watched the SUV pull up to the curb with a frown, aware that nobody in the complex drove one like that--the only family that did had theirs in a particularly ugly shade of green, and it was generally covered in all kinds of dust and mud beyond that to boot. Shiny and black... well. If there was one thing he'd learned from being a soldier, it was that government officials simply couldn't bring themselves to use any other color. The day he saw an ambassador driven around in a nice, new, robin's-egg-blue hatchback, he'd have to go buy a hat just so he could turn around and eat it.
Was it possible for someone in the HIVE to have survived? Or was the US finally after him for his mistake?
Whatever the case, it set off his internal alarms; acting as though someone had called from inside the apartment, he looked up and into the room through the half-open door before pausing a moment and then putting on the appearance of a person who was annoyed at having to go back in.
Which... wasn't too far from the truth, honestly. Still.
Suzi was making her way back home after picking up some groceries when she noticed the the SUV parked on the curb. The SUV looked massive and authoritative and she wondered if there was going to be any trouble around the neighborhood. It would be sad if there was, this part of town seemed a little nice.
She noticed some movement from higher in the building and looked up in time to see a boy--young guy--standing at a balcony. Who was he? And there were birds flocking to him. That was so...unexpectedly adorable. But he gave a look of annoyance before starting back inside.
Suzi frowned. She had been trying to get a good look at him. Forgetting her groceries, she started walking to the building.
Jack had already decided that he would go up to the guy's apartment and see if anything was the matter- just a concerned police officer, checking in on the neighbourhood- before he saw Suzi approach the building. That wouldn't have been notable in itself, but leaving the groceries behind... She doesn't live there, he thought, getting out of the car and following discreetly behind her towards the building's entrance. Wearing plainclothes and glancing about casually, he walked as though he belonged there.
The groceries could just be a cover, he thought. Is she really here for him? The idea made his pulse quicken. If she was a threat to the boy, she had to be stopped. He was important, too important for Jack to let him get hurt. He could feel it right down to his bones. I'm not going to let you down. I promise.
Trowa un-jacked the phone's cord from the wall, having grown tired of hearing it ring all the time; after the ninth call in two days during which someone whose voice he didn't recognize had asked to speak to him--never mind that this was an unlisted number--he'd decided it would simply be easier on his already fraying nerves to go without. After all, the only people who really needed to get hold of him had communicators; they could reach him on the Network.
Passing by the balcony again, he peeked through the glass, looking to see if the SUV was still there.
And, naturally, it was.
Unaware that its occupant had deserted it in favor of trailing someone headed his way, he headed for the living room in the hopes of seeing what the current news was for the world front that day.
Suzi walked into the lobby, looking around and deciding it was quite possibly the nicest lobby she had ever walked into. If this is what the guy saw every day then it had to be something wonderful to look at. After a moment, she amended it. She wouldn't have minded a picture of him or of something that he really liked. The thought caused her to momentarily frown before thinking about what she could paint for the guy. She could ask him to model for her!
She walked to the front desk and politely asked the receptionist about a directory. There was a guy who was on the balcony outside and she thought he had dropped something. She wanted to return it to him.
Jack heard that. She was after him! He knew he had to warn the boy before it was too late. It was too bad he couldn't simply neutralize the girl right there in the lobby...
Jack took a place behind Suzi, waiting his turn for the receptionist, actually waiting to get a look at the directory over her shoulder. If the number was in there, he'd be able to get off a warning. If not... he'd have to resort to stronger measures.
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"Hey pooky," she cooed at him swiping a finger through his hair.
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At least Quatre didn't have her touching his hair. Messing with it was an honor reserved for exactly one person, and he wasn't about to let her take that spot.
Trowa slithered out of reach of the goddess, getting to the floor and then backing himself up against one of the walls.
"My name isn't 'pooky'," he groused, hoping she couldn't tell where he'd moved to. The doorway was somewhat backlit, but the room itself was pretty dark.
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The dog growling and person in the door got her attention briefly. She didn't see them as a threat, merely as an annoyance that was keeping her for helping Trowa get over his fears of intimacy.
"Excuse me," she said to the two interruptions. "This isn't an open party."
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Still another was dealing with unwanted intrusions in his territory. One of his first ideas had been to shoot Aphrodite; he was fairly certain that if the notion had ever occurred to Quatre, the other boy would never mention it. Not unless it got to the point of having no other choice but to finally make the actual threat. Instead, he spoke with a degree of diplomatic authority that made clear just what all those tutors and lessons back in their own world had been for.
Trowa didn't know how good her hearing was--if she could teleport and cast spells, it was very possible she had other talents he didn't know about--and decided not to chance it, staying as motionless as possible.
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Jack frowned as he peered at him from across the street, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses and his face hidden behind the dark glass of the black SUV. He examined Trowa minutely, the athletic body, the impossible- no, more like remarkable- hair, the look on his face, the pigeon fan club. The feeling that this kid was important somehow, extremely important, that Jack had to get closer and find out more, only increased and Jack didn't fight it for a minute.
Reply
Was it possible for someone in the HIVE to have survived? Or was the US finally after him for his mistake?
Whatever the case, it set off his internal alarms; acting as though someone had called from inside the apartment, he looked up and into the room through the half-open door before pausing a moment and then putting on the appearance of a person who was annoyed at having to go back in.
Which... wasn't too far from the truth, honestly. Still.
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She noticed some movement from higher in the building and looked up in time to see a boy--young guy--standing at a balcony. Who was he? And there were birds flocking to him. That was so...unexpectedly adorable. But he gave a look of annoyance before starting back inside.
Suzi frowned. She had been trying to get a good look at him. Forgetting her groceries, she started walking to the building.
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The groceries could just be a cover, he thought. Is she really here for him? The idea made his pulse quicken. If she was a threat to the boy, she had to be stopped. He was important, too important for Jack to let him get hurt. He could feel it right down to his bones. I'm not going to let you down. I promise.
Reply
Passing by the balcony again, he peeked through the glass, looking to see if the SUV was still there.
And, naturally, it was.
Unaware that its occupant had deserted it in favor of trailing someone headed his way, he headed for the living room in the hopes of seeing what the current news was for the world front that day.
Reply
She walked to the front desk and politely asked the receptionist about a directory. There was a guy who was on the balcony outside and she thought he had dropped something. She wanted to return it to him.
Reply
Jack took a place behind Suzi, waiting his turn for the receptionist, actually waiting to get a look at the directory over her shoulder. If the number was in there, he'd be able to get off a warning. If not... he'd have to resort to stronger measures.
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