Title: Prince & Assassin
Characters: Lelouch (
directmates) and Marluxia (
representez)
Location: Day Room
Rating: PG; may go up if there is language/violence.
Summary: A British prince and an American gangster meet.
Day/Time: Day 61 - morning
(
This will be the start of a beautiful friendship. )
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Marluxia, having decided that he was in no need of a physical examination, entered the room without giving any of its occupants a second glance. The affairs of these unstable people weren't any of his concern; he had much more important business to attend to.
He made his way to a secluded table, sitting down and pulling out the paperback he had brought with him. It was a worn copy of West Side Story, but for once, it wasn't the book that he was interested in. Rather, it was the letter he had hidden in the pages. He deftly pulled it out after glancing around casually to make sure it was safe to do so.
I -
Two new dusks, one lost assassin.
Half the dancers were taken by the samurai.
Dragoons have kept the garden safe.
Snipers prevented an attack by the twilight.
The castle is still ours.
- IIIt wasn't ( ... )
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Instead Lelouch shifted in his chair and turned back around, realizing that he had turned so sharply that his pen had made a sloppy zigzag across the line asking for his I.Q.
He squeezed in the numbers '161' - though it was an approximation - and at once realized he had jsut finished the last of the surveys and paperwork. The boy quickly glanced back at Marluxia.
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However, when he looked a second time, that amusement was quickly replaced with curiosity. Carefully refolding the letter and tucking it back within the book's pages, he stood and silently walked over to the boy's table. Without any sort of prelude, he leaned against it, smirking down at the other.
"I never would have expected the royal family to use an asylum as a kennel."
What an unexpected turn on events.
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"There are people here far more formidable than dogs," he remarked, sitting up straighter. The younger Prince set down his pen and began to drum his fingers on the desk.
"I assume this is Marluxia I am speaking with? Gangster, anarchist, pimp, and a rumored pedophile. Please to meet you." Lelouch stuck out his hand. Clearly the boy had done his research.
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"Lelouch Lamperouge," Marluxia continued, letting go of his hand, "Dare I ask why you're here? The last I heard, you were quite mentally stable."
He paused, and an amused smirk graced his lips. "Unless, that is, your family has gotten tired of your antics?"
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