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Post by LUCIEN CLAUDE on Mar 3, 2011 20:33:32 GMT -5
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and if you jump, i will jump too ❖ and we will fall together from the building's ledge never looking back at what we've done we'll say it was love cause i would die for you on skyway avenue this night is all we've got drive fast until we crash this dead end life sweet dreams that won't come true i'd leave it all for you brick walls are closing in let's make a run tonight
Lucien leaned gracelessly against the side of the building, pressing the slope of one shoulder into the cool sheet of weathered stone. The flicker of white fluorescence draped over his shoulders, tossing shadows from the curve of his dark lashes to tumble down the white planes of his face. Vague fatigue composed his features as he tipped his head upon the stonework, exhaling a stream of smoke into the night. He paused to watch it spin against the stars, cigarette balanced between a casual splay of pale fingers, before allowing his eyes to drift lightly closed. He breathed a sleepless sigh; as per usual, his shift had ended at a rather unreasonable hour of the night, giving him the empty streets to indulge in the sweetest shade of solitude. Colorful laughter and the low sigh of drifting jazz still murmured from the bar, playing him a ballad of white noise to break the silence of the streets.
The chill of evening air bit gently at his skin, giving a soft flush to the tender curves of his cheek; goosebumps trailed up his arm as cold seeped quietly beneath the thin cotton of his bartender’s attire. Absently, he pulled the cigarette to his lips again, drinking in the heady scent before discarding it on the ashen pavement. Vague irritation murmured across his features; perhaps he shouldn’t have assumed, shouldn’t have supposed that the door would jingle quietly, that the man with the shock of white hair would step quietly inside. Thursdays had become a trend; Luca would visit during Lucien’s shift, order his regular drink, and the two would play with innuendos until the bar would close. This Thursday had been the first that Luca’s barstool remained empty, and Lucien couldn’t deny that the company was missed. Idly, he pressed the thought away.
The transient play of wind sent his hair tumbling in unkempt silver tufts across his forehead, and Lucien slumped further against the rough stonework of the wall, tugging the white cotton tighter against his hard frame. He could have shifted, warmed in his tiger’s body, but the man was already succumbing to the gentle tug of sleep. Unconcerned with his conspicuous position, the quiet vulnerability of his pale body, Lucien yielded to soft exhaustion and gave himself to dreams.
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Post by LUCA CONSTANTINE on Mar 4, 2011 11:55:33 GMT -5
The events of Luca's night had been very, very unexpected. It had been only a week since his work schedule was changed back to his regular hours - during the day. He had been working third shift for almost a month, and had made a couple of really nice paychecks because of it, but he couldn't have been more content to have his old agenda. On this particular day, he was only supposed to work until six in the evening, but a few very inconvenient things happened just before he could clock out.
At first, it didn't seem so bad - someone had simply left the break-room door open and Fiver got out. It had happened before. It wasn't a big deal. It wasn't like the rabbit would be able to get to where the labs were and be eaten by a carnivorous experiment, though, so Luca wasn't too concerned. However, that was until there was a breach in security - inside the building. A wolf (which was non-experimental and not an amicus companion) had gotten loose while one of the caretakers was opening it's cage to feed it. It was wild, and to prevent it's escape, the whole building was put into lock-down. Luca, inconveniently on yard patrol, could then not get inside the building to protect Fiver from harm. To say the least, it was probably the most stressful situation that he'd been in for many months.
All he could do was try to keep in contact through a hand-held radio receiver, but that didn't keep his nerves from short circuiting. Of course, only a few minutes into the whole ordeal, Luca blacked out and managed to bash his head on a steel railing near the doors to the building. It was obviously turning out to be a bad night.
The wolf was subdued not even a half an hour after it escaped, and Fiver was perfectly fine. The wolf was too freaked out with people trying to shoot it with tranquilizer darts to even think about tracking down Luca's white rabbit for a meal. Luca, however, had to go to the hospital. He came to when he was in the ambulance, and after arriving in the ER, he was bandaged up by a trauma surgeon. Doctor Augustine wanted to keep him for a few hours though, just to observe and make sure that the head trauma wasn't any worse than it appeared. He was there until about ten o'clock, and since his brain didn't seem to be bleeding, nor did he have any memory loss, he was released. Luca was then brought home by a co-worker who had been watching Fiver.
The events of the day inhabited his thoughts completely by then. The fact that it was a Thursday night and that he usually went to Cloud Nine was totally lost within the haze of Luca's worry. He fell asleep on his couch with a frozen bag of peas on his head, hugging Fiver close. A few hours later - nearly one in the morning, the rabbit began to stir and caused Luca to wake. He was told by his co-worker that he didn't have to work that day, and thus remembered that it was now one am on Friday. "Ah... damn it," he sighed, raising a hand to run it through his hair, but by doing so, he touched his stitches, causing a pang of pain, "Fuck, ouch!" Lucien had probably been waiting for him all night.
He stood up quickly, probably too quickly for his own good, because he suddenly got dizzy and his vision blurred, but it soon went away, and he wandered off to find his shoes. It seemed that he wasn't really thinking all too clearly, because he could have simply called his friend - who was probably just getting done with his shift - to say that he wasn't coming out. Luca grabbed his coat quickly and pulled it on as he hurried out of his apartment and down the hall to the elevator, fishing his keys out of the pocket as he went.
About seven minutes later, he pulled into a parking space across the street from the infamous Cloud Nine. Luca got out and turned, seeing a silhouetted figure leaning against the side of the building, idle, but familiar. He crossed the street and walked straight over to the other man, "Lucien... I-" Luca began, his brows suddenly furrowing as he noticed that the other man was dozing off. "Lucien? Hey?" His tone became softer like it usually did when he noticed someone was asleep. Luca was always polite when it came to waking someone up. A light breeze came, swirling around them and Luca reached out to touch Lucien's arm. He must have been incredibly tired to just drop anchor leaning against the side of a bar.
809, wow, sorry this is so long. your post set me up to make up a reason for him not being there, and i tend to get carried away with mini-stories within posts. xD my posts will be getting much shorter after this one.
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