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Post by bacardi on Feb 12, 2010 15:30:19 GMT -5
It was turning into the wee hours of the morning by the time he actually reached the mansion boarding school. By his watch it read 2:24 and he was near ready to pass out from exhaustion. Niko knew a soon as he reached his room, he would fall asleep right there, perhaps before he even reached his bed. Little did he know just before him was yet another trial he would have to pass before allowed to rest.
Arriving at the gate, the teen looked ahead at the large and luxurious seeming estate. From fountains, well kept landscape, and marble pathways, not to mention the mansion itself was top notch for this particular time. The problem was he should have known something was wrong when the gate was sealed. A place like this was sure to have more security that a padlocked iron gate..
Though as tired as he was this conclusion never arrived to his better judgment and instead he just assumed they thought he wasn't coming. So without much thought je climbed the gate with inhuman grace and landed on the other side as silently as a cat. But as soon as he was a few steps in the sound of assembling metal reached his ears and then several red dots appeared on his thin, slightly torn t-shirt.
In the moment it took for him to understand what was going on and move out of the way from the first barrage of lasers he could only managed a restrained "SHIT!!" More beams headed fore him, but now at a run he managed to dodge each one. The problem was since they were set up over most of the land he could not get away in a straight line. If anyone saw him it would look like he was running frantically in circles. His nerves now on end and his desire to escape so great, his powers began to take control. There was only one direction that seemed free of any possible threat and that was up. Allowing his body to take control dark wings sprouted from his back and for a brief moment he took flight. But this didn't last for long. Not really knowing how to fly he ended up cannonballing through one of the 3rd floor windows and the next thing he knew he was face first on a cold hardwood floor with every bone aching and any exposed skin feeling as if it had been cut by the shattered glass. Not feeling like getting up, only a groan left his mouth..."So not fun."
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 15:45:55 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
Although the light had been off, the occupant was far from asleep. Rather, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, moonlight glinting off the jewelry he'd managed to nab from the mall today with a gleeful smile on his face and a light in his eyes as he looked over them, slipping some of the plain chains on and leaving the necklaces and the bracelets with charms, like the ones a girl would wear, off in their own little pile in front of him.
The sound of the impact with the glass brought his eyes up from the pile just as it couldn't handle the impact and shattered. His eyebrows raised with interest, but he hardly moved. He put down whatever was in his hands, though, and watched curiously for a moment, a soft chuckle sounding as the other whispered 'so not fun'.
Well, no, breaking through windows wouldn't be. And it's rather unwise, really. More often than not it's going through a window that gets anyone caught breaking in. It's deceptively easy to get in other ways, or even get a key for that matter. Perhaps you should try that next time.
He replied, though the comment had not been aimed at him. Seeing as it was late, and he was tired(albeit, unable to sleep anyway), his welsh accent slipped through, something that rarely happened. However, it did make him sound much more sophisticated. He noticed that the girls here actually liked the accent more than they ever did in Cardiff. Thought he was some sort of prince or something, he supposed. He would most definitely have to let it slip through his faked American accent around the really pretty girls, and perhaps the guys. It was worth a shot, after all.
I'd be glad to give you pointers, if you like.
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Post by bacardi on Feb 12, 2010 16:13:10 GMT -5
Minutes passed as he tried to get the energy to move. Right then as his head throbbed and muscles ached he almost just want to pass out there on the floor. Even though today had been the start of a great adventure, the beginning had been far rougher than he would have liked. First the trip itself was long, roughly 3 hours and since he used most of his money, the 17 year old had to spend most the remainder of the day walking to his final destination. He had also gotten lost to boot and now as soon as he reached home, Niko had only been greeted by guns, lasers, and a double pane window. Not the best of days, considering.
But now, after he finally got in and was trying to recover, his ears picked up another voice, mocking his choice of entry. Luckily he was not a spoiled sport when it came to things like this and didn't bash whoever it was that had given him such a smart response. In his place, Nik might have done the same. Using his free hand to wipe the glass from his spikey hair, he finally looked up at the sitting figure before him, "Thanks for the tip, but its kinda hard to pick a lock or ring the doorbell when its a warzone of lasers aimed at your ass. The window was just in my way, so it deserved what its got." Gritting his teeth, he slowly got to his feet to assess the damage to both the room and himself. Luckily he had only shattered the window and little else. A little blood stained the floor from the few cuts on his face, wings and arms, but from what he could tell, no bones had been broken. Wiping his face for a second, he then looked at the figure on the bed, "Sorry about the window. I'm Nikosi, but feel free to call me Niko..or Totem if you like. I'd fix it if I could, but its beyond repair"
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 12, 2010 16:24:31 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
A wild, amused grin spread across Lore's face. He hated it when people actually took his jokes seriously, so he was glad when this guy didn't. Of course, Lore hadn't been entirely joking. Busting windows was a little more trouble than it was worth when it came to breaking in. He unfolded his crossed legs, almost as graceful as a cat, which was surprising to some considering his powers had nothing to do with animals. But, then they learned he was a thief and, well, they simply accepted it or threw a fit, but either way, they had their explanation.
Verloren. Lore, for short. And don't worry about it. It's beautiful night and there isn't any on my bed, so it can wait until morning.
He replied, deciding not to comment on the lasers. He had had to face them a few times, except he actually did it on purpose. He was a little bit of a daredevil, as long as jail wasn't a potential consequence. He carefully slid off the bed, sharp eyes picking up on where the glass was and placing his sock-clad feet appropriately.
Come on. There's a med room here somewhere. I say we find it.
He could have just pointed out the door and asked Niko to leave. Normally, he probably would have. But this guy was pretty darn gorgeous, and Lore was not about to let him out of his sight so easy. So, he played the kindly citizen. It wasn't that he would do this normally, but if it had been the middle of the night and a butt ugly guy was in his room, well, he would have mentioned the med room and shoved him out. He never liked being interrupted this late at night, but in some cases he could make exceptions. This was one of them.
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Post by bacardi on Feb 15, 2010 22:25:13 GMT -5
Well that was an interesting name and it certainly fit such an interesting person. In the minor time they had met, overall Totem liked the dude. Someone who would not overreact about his entrance as well as do it with a smile was good in his book. He would have grinned alot himself if it were not for his exhaustion and the irritation from his cuts and throbbing head.
Blinking a few times, as he listened and watched as Lore got to his feet. By what he heard, the other student wanted to take him into a med room and there was no way he would want to go there. First of all it would mean everyone will here the story of him running like a frightened rabbit from the traps, only to accidentally break through a window? What if it had been like a twisted entrance exam to assess his powers and he failed? Secondly, Niko had no love for any medical facility that often used needles as a remedy to any ailment. Not really wanted to have to deal with that, especially with how he was feeling then, he shook his head at Lore's suggestion, "Nah..I'll be fine. I'll just rinse off and put on a few bandaids. They are just scratches, no worries." He then pick off a few more glass fragments he found around his hands and made his way out of the other's room taking a look at the dorm doors, trying to find the one with his name on it..
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Post by Coldfire on Feb 16, 2010 13:41:19 GMT -5
verloren devereux
HE’LL BREAK YOUR HEART
he’s a good time cowboy casanova
leaning up against the record machine
he looks like a cool drink of water
but he’s candy coated misery [/color]
That's all I was going to tell you to do. That's just where the band aids happen to be. I mean, really, do I look like someone who's had medical training? My life style is far more interesting, albeit a bit less legal.
He replied, wild grin on his face as he closed the door to his room, locking it. He didn't have the key, but he did have his lock-picking kit, so he wasn't worried. Sometimes he could pick a lock faster than he could turn a key, anyway. He slipped one of the solid, metal bands off his wrist, spinning it around his right index finger, whistling softly under his breath as he sauntered down the hall, tossing the band over to land on a nearby door handle.
'Nikosi'. Might be locked. Though, locked doors are most certainly never a problem.
He informed him, turning to face Niko as he came to a stop, hand going out toward the door as he dipped down slightly in unnecessary flair.
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