You are excited. Really really excited. This is the first time anyone’s come to visit you. You’d cleaned up everything as soon as Vixen had said to, not wanting to make a bad impression. Noel kept blabbering on about how it didn’t matter, that as soon as Jaye saw Duke, it would all be over, they’d have to move somewhere new, again.
Duke eventually sat in the corner, watching Vixen chew his older brother out, cleaning his ears, tail and fangs.
Vixen herself had gone all out. She had on her black skinny jeans, sleeveless belly top, and black heels. She also put on a bit of make up, done her hair up, and put on sunglasses. She was always one for awry first impressions. She had asked for Jaye’s adress before putting it into the the map thingy, then going out with a wave and a smile.
You drove through the roads of the suburb, waiting for the GPS to finally say you had arrived at this Jaye kid’s house. When it did, you paused, it looked nice, and fancy. Maybe you should clean up you appearance a bit. You took down your hair, cleaned off some of the makeup, and put on the shawl you had in the back seat.
Then, after deciding you looked fairly decent, walked out into the driveway, up the path, and to the door. You rang the doorbell, the sound being shrill and foreign after so many years away from civilization. You stood, waiting for someone to answer the door.
The Replica Children//Young Luke and Sync AU
He cowered in the back of the cell, his arms over his head and hiding his face. He figured if he could make himself smaller, he could avoid being tested on today. There were others in his prison who weren’t even capable of feeling anything - let it be their turn. He wiped a shaking hand across his lips, trying to not see the peeling skin from his narrow escape in the volcano. It still hurt to move a lot.
“Where is he?” He cringed, covering his ears in the hopes the voices would go away, that their physical presences wouldn’t be made known.
“In the back, sir.”
“Go get him.”
A rough hand encircled his arm. In a flash, he was on his feet, legs barely able to support his body. The taller man at the front stared down at him without mercy. The boy knew how this would end, but he refused to go without a fight. He bit the soldier hard, making the other man yelp, and sprinted for the open door of the cell. Surprisingly the tall, imposing man did not stop him; he simply watched, a look of mild interest on his face. That was fine by the boy; the older man could watch all he wanted.
Every step hurt more than the last, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be caught. If he was caught, they’d test on him again, and he wasn’t sure he could keep from screaming this time. Those thoughts as his motivators, he dodged around the soldiers, faster in his raggedy clothing then they in their armor. He didn’t know where he was going, only that it had to have been better than where he was.
The soldiers cornered him a few moments later in a single room. He knew they weren’t aware of it, but there was no where else for him to go. Desperation clawing at his insides like the hunger that did the same, he spotted a prepared carriage and slipped inside. As quickly as he could, he curled under the bench and hid there, curled up into a little ball. He begged silently to be left alone.
Footsteps made him hold his breath, his wide eyes only widening when the door was opened and the same tall man as before entered. He glanced around, but didn’t seem to notice the small boy.
“When you find him, separate him from the others. I’ll…talk to him when I return,” Van ordered and closed the door.
The boy’s eyes slid closed as exhaustion and pain forced him to a temporary slumber. He hoped no one would look under the bench, but as the wheels started turning, he knew no more.
Van’s carriage pulled up to the Fabre mansion less than three days later. During short breaks at inns, the boy managed to find fresh water. He didn’t dare take any food - he didn’t know what was drugged and what wasn’t, or if anything was in the normal world - but his hunger was starting to make him dizzy and sick. Still, he struggled on, waiting to leave the carriage permanently until it reached its destination. If the big man was taking a carriage, it had to mean they were far away from Daath. It would be a perfect place to escape.
He waited until Van and the footmen were gone before sliding himself from beneath the bench. A glance outside told him no one was around, but the strange light illuminating the place was very different from the florescent bulbs that flickered in his cell. He could not only hear birds, but see them too, and found himself marveling at their flight despite his situation. He forced himself to concentrate as he slipped out of the carriage and fled into the gardens.
The flowers, scents, sights, and purity of the place stopped him in his tracks, but he knew he couldn’t stay in place. He needed time to heal and properly re-wrap several wounds that had been reopened on the journey. Ducking into the nearby bushes, he ignored the scratchy branches and tucked himself in amongst the leaves. He’d only seen vague glimpses of greenery before; now it served as his hiding place. Body too weak to keep going, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his knees, his green hair hiding his face.
Meeting Alma Karma- @alma---karma
Kasoruk sat silently at a table in the large cafeteria, fidgeting slightly. Well, in his own way at least, his eyes focused on the table as he gently made designs in the surface with his innocence, Krallte Verteidiger. He was careful to not scratch so deep it would truly mark the table, he didn’t want to be punished. He was waiting for Kanda to return, he had said that he was called to the commander Komui’s office for some reason. Ever since he had been brought under Kanda’s wing he had been kept far away from the commanders’ presence, even Komui despite being on his side as well. He didn’t truly understand why, he was supposed to report after all, but he followed Kanda’s order to not be with him at such meetings. So, here the silver-haired youth was, waiting for his return faithfully and doing his best to not be bored.
aang-the-bamf started following you
Whirlwind, as Nicole in her civilian attire, hadn’t been in this place for very long, but since meeting Katara, she’d slowly felt more and more comfortable here. It was old fashioned, yes, but it was also very calming to her. For once she was walking, not flying, strolling through some hills on an island she’d found while out flying, her wings folded and tucked tightly against her spine, hiding them from view.
She sat down in the tall green grass, simply laying down on her back and staring at the clouds rolling by. She was exhausted and tired, since she hadn’t slept well that night. Nicole simply closed her eyes, and enjoyed herself in the moment, sensing the breezes and wind changes around her as she relaxed.