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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 8, 2010 14:14:44 GMT -5
Phoenix felt as though he had been waiting for forever for Kevay to emerge from the tavern. His legs were falling asleep and he was getting rather uncomfortable, the thief tilting his head at the entrance. What was he doing in there, buying everyone a drink? He was just about to rise to his feet to peer in through one of the windows in the hope that he could see what was going on when the tavern doors burst open, Phoenix backing away to hide again. His green eyes glinted in the morning light as he heard the rough voices of the soldiers, able to glimpse Kevay through the circle they had made around him. Hey, wait, what the fuck! That was NOT a part of their plan. "Shit!" the thief whispered to himself as he watched them drag his new friend away.
Kevay had stepped in just as Phoenix was about to land himself in deep trouble. And now he was the one being hauled away to prison!? That wouldn't do at all. The thief would have to do something about that. This man had saved his life, and he was his friend. The thief was already a criminal of the worse degree, a little break-in wouldn't make any difference to him. But he had a lot to do, first.
Unfortunately, Phoenix's to-do list meant that he wasn't anywhere near ready to break Kevay out of Lait's prison until night fell. The darkness gave him cover anyway, and he'd have not attempted this without a veil of shadows. Hell, Rory had once busted him out of the Claustrum of ALL places. He could break into a little prison and get his friend out. He'd followed the soldiers by moving through a web of alley-ways, listening in close and sticking to the side streets, lingering outside the prison in the hopes of hearing anything interesting. His work had paid off, and he knew which cell Kevay was in. What's more, it turned out that his cell was positioned so that his window was set just at ground level, meaning the bars were in easy reach of a quick-thinking thief.
Of course, Phoenix couldn't slip through the bars or bend them. But he could pass things through them.
Getting into the prison, though, that was where it got fun.
Phoenix had just managed to clamber over the high wall without the guards noticing when he slipped, ever so gracefully, and fell on his face. Fuckin' beautiful. Cursing to himself, the thief swept to his feet and growled in annoyance. Perhaps attempting this on two sleepless nights and a motherfucker of a hangover wasn't such a good idea. But if anyone could do it, he convinced himself, it was him.
The prison wasn't that big, after all. And it had none of the heavy security that a major place would have. All it had was guards. And Phoenix had been dodging guards for the best part of his life.
As far as he could tell from inspecting the barred windows around the cells, you could unbolt them from the inside. Okay, so the windows would be pretty high up to prevent that, but that's what Phoenix had his tools for. He just hoped Kevay would be able to put up with climbing things and doing dirty work in order to get out.
Phoenix was circling the cells now, peering through each one and praying that the cupid hadn't been thrown in with a cellmate. That would make things awkward. Hunched up against the heavy, old stone walls of the building (and oh dear he had already wrecked his noble clothes), he peered into the last cell on the left. "Kevay," he whispered, his voice just loud enough to echo around the inside of the cell. "It's me, Red," he called again. "You there?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 8, 2010 17:01:16 GMT -5
It was hopeless, it was all just hopeless. Kevay had tried everything he knew to get himself out of this stinking cell, and nothing had worked. He had tried talking his way out; he‘d tried bribery; he‘d even tried catching one of the guards with his arrows and making them fall in love with him, but it hadn’t worked. Arrows couldn’t change someone’s sexuality, much to his annoyance. It looked like he was stuck in here, at least until they decided what his punishment would be. He was expecting something harsh from the way he was being treated. Hanging maybe, worse, the guillotine. The Ecritetreans did love their guillotine. He’d rather his head stayed attached to his body, thanks.
The cupid was crouched in the back corner of his cell, refusing to sit on the floor no matter how much his legs aches, and he wasn‘t going to touch the wall. It was covered in slimy black moss that he‘d rather not be covered in. His head was down, forehead resting on his knee‘s, headache raging half from all the pressure he was under trying to figure out a way to escape this mess and hald because of the fucking hangover that hit him like a brick wall a couple of hours ago. He hadn‘t even slept! How was it fair that he had a hangover? Ugh, he felt like crying.
Life just kept going from bad to worse, couldn‘t he just catch a break for once? Maybe he really should just settle down for a while, start up a little tailors somewhere, keep his head down for a while and hope that his luck improved.
He looked up at the sound of Phoenix‘s voice, tilting his head to the side and rising to his feet, limping a little because of how achy his legs were as he moved across to the cell door. “Red? The fuck you doing here?” He whispered, though he was unable to keep his sudden urge of giddy hope out of his voice. Ha! He should have known that Phoenix would come back for him! He should tell the thief that he was sorry for ever doubting him.
“I wanna get out now, please. Can you get me out of here?” He pleaded, sounding desperate. “They‘re charging me with assisting and conspiring against the royal family. I don‘t even get a trial, according to the guards. The guy in the inn that called me a sneaky, conning whatever, remember him? Maybe you weren‘t there, but he‘s in charge of justice ‘round here. I‘m doomed.” He rambled, though he made sure to keep his voice hushed.
“You can get me out, right?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 8, 2010 17:59:22 GMT -5
"Oh, just thought I'd go for a stroll through the prison grounds," he rolled his eyes sarcastically, though he couldn't help but smile down into the cell as Kevay moved into the light. "I'm here to break you out, 'cause I'm such a good person," he informed the cupid, smiling and beginning to pat the pockets of his coat and waistcoat, preparing the things he'd brought with him. He winced at the news Kevay gave him, shaking his head. He knew what it was like to be on death row. He'd better work quickly. "Yeah, I can get you out. Easy peasy," he assured the cupid. "But don't go thankin' me just yet. You're not gonna like this," he laughed softly, leaning forward to start taking things from his coat.
"Here," he called, dropping a small, cloth wrapped bundle down into the cell. Thanks to the cloth, it landed silently, Phoenix sitting back to explain. "There are tools in there, but you need to take out the chisel for now," he told Kevay. "Use it to dig away the moss and the clay between the stones of the cell, till you can use the gaps as hand and footholds. It'll let you climb up to the window," he murmured, tapping the bars as if to test them. "But make sure to keep the other tools with you," he added, as if Kevay was the type of person to go through all that dirty work and end up leaving the most important things back at the bottom of the cell where they would lie useless.
"I'll explain the rest when you get up here, 'kay?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 9, 2010 14:01:54 GMT -5
”Not going to like this? I don‘t really think that I‘ll complain too much as long as I get out of here alive.” He admitted with a weak smile, pushing his hand back through his hair. Right now he couldn‘t think of anything worse than being left in here. Well, he could, if Phoenix just walked off right now without busting him out then he may just lose his temper, something which rarely happened. He would so haunt Phoenix if he just left him there, but he doubted that the thief was that twisted. He wouldn‘t have wasted time and effort breaking into this place if he was just planning on leaving again, he would be miles and miles away so that the soldiers didn‘t catch him. Hell! As soon as he was out of there they could both run until they were miles and miles away, and once they were safe they could worry about finding food and shelter and all that sensible stuff.
“…tools?” Kevay bent down to pick up the bundle, looking bemused as he unfolded the cloth to examine the tools, wondering what on earth he was meant to do with them. He didn‘t think that he had enough time to dig his way out of here. “Chisel…this one?” He asked, actually picking the right tool, but he didn‘t look like he knew what he was doing at all. “Hand and foot holds to get to the window.” He repeated, tucking the bundle into the top of his trousers to take it with him, but his face fell as he turned to face the back wall. All that black slime, all over his hands, and his clothes, and…ugh, he shuddered at the thought of it. “You want me to touch that?” He whimpered, pouting as he lingered by the wall. Phoenix had been right, he wasn‘t happy about this at all.
He knew, however, that this was one of those times that he just had to grin and bear it. He put his sleeve over his mouth to block out the smell as he started to scrape at the wall, holding his breath as much as he could. “Oh God, it smells so bad.” He mumbled, his voice muffled by his shirt sleeve. He tucked the little chisel back into the bundle when he was done, moving to climb up the wall (making it look far more difficult than it should have been). “Okay, I‘m at the window, what‘s next?” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 10, 2010 5:53:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's the one," Phoenix smiled weakly as Kevay started to pick at the moss to make handholds, peering through the bars and into the cell to watch his progress, making sure he didn't stumble and fall. He rolled his eyes at the cupid as he climbed. He made things seem so difficult sometimes. When he came level with Phoenix's face, he smiled again. "Prison don't suit you," he commented with a shake of his head, his hand snaking in through the bars all of a sudden to grab the front of Kevay's shirt, to make sure he didn't fall. That done, he reached into his coat again, drawing out a length of rope which he also fed through the bars, deftly tying it around the cupid's waist. The other end of the rope was tied around his own waist, thus preventing Kevay from being able to tumble back into the cell.
"Okay, there should be bolts on the sides of the window. They'll be old and rusted and heavy, and it'll take a lot to turn 'em, but use the other tools I gave you to get 'em out of the frame. That'll make the window come loose, so you can get out," he told him softly, pointing to the corners of the windows as if he was trying to visualise where the bolts would be. Then his hands moved around the bars of the window, ready to pull it out when Kevay had loosened the bolts.He didn't want the thing falling in on him while he was working, after all. "Can you do that?" Phoenix asked. "We haven't got much time, I dunno when another patrol of guards is gonna make a loop of the grounds. I watched 'em pretty close for a while, but I don't know the route perfectly," he shook his head.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 10, 2010 13:40:23 GMT -5
”Prison doesn‘t suit me.” He agreed whole heartedly, wrinkling his nose up at Phoenix as he reached the window, clinging onto the bars to make sure that he didn‘t fall. The bars were rusty, but at least the smell of the moss was half covered by a metallic tang, which was a little better at least. He felt safer as the thief grabbed the front of his shirt and wrapped the rope around his waist. Alright, so if he fell now he‘d drag Phoenix into the wall and end up dangling in mid-air; it sounded a lot better than falling to the ground below. Just the thought of touching that floor made his skin crawl (he was ignoring the stinking moss on his hands and clothes). “Prisons stink, Phoenix. Why the Hell do prisons stink so bad?” He grumbled, clinging on to the wall one handed as he reached to take the bundle of tools from his belt and place it on the window ledge so that he could flip it open.
“Take bolts out…if I can climb the wall I can do that…” He mumbled, mainly to himself, selecting what looked to be the most fitting tool from the bundle to attack the first bolt. He started by scraping the rust away from the bolt before putting all of his strength into trying to unscrew it. This was made even more difficult by the fact that he was doing it one handed. His palm was sore by the time he managed to get the first bolt out, shoving that out of the way before moving on to the next one, which wasn‘t any easier to get out. Ugh, he was going to have blisters from doing this. Then again, he‘d rather have blisters than be beheaded in front of a cheering jeering crowd. Actually, when he thought of it like that the blisters were kind of welcome.
Once he had all the bolts out he shifted his hand holds so that he was holding onto the wall again, the tools all nicely wrapped up in the bundle again. “Okay, can you pull the window out? Then we can run like fuck until this town is a speck on the horizon.” He smiled to the thief weakly, waiting impatiently. His arms and legs were beginning to ache from clinging onto the wall like this for so long. He wouldn‘t be able to stay there for much longer. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 10, 2010 14:41:26 GMT -5
"'Cause nobody cleans 'em," he muttered, shaking his head to Kevay. He had been in the Claustrum, that more than made up for his experience of being locked away for the next hundred years or so. But then he had also been in the palace dungeons, and while they were cleaner than most other places, it was still no luxury inn. The thief smiled sympathetically at the stinking moss over Kevay's hands. Soon they'd be able to get away from this place, and to somewhere people didn't know them. Hopefully then Kevay could start to bury the memories of this place with a lot of booze and gorgeous women. "Yeah, you can do this," he agreed with the cupid, his hands securely holding onto the rope and the bars of the window as he began to work the bolts.
Phoenix gave him quiet encouragement as he worked; it was uncomfortable and dirty and everything Kevay hated. The thief knew that even if he had only met his new friend a day or so before. When almost all of the bolts were gone, he removed the bundle of tools to put them back into the inside pocket of his coat, getting ready to take the window out. "I got it," he assured Kevay as the final bolt fell, the window creaking and heavily beginning to fall inwards, towards the cupid. Luckily Phoenix caught it in time, hauling it out onto the dirt next to him, careful of the rope still being fed through the bars. He quickly untied the rope from his waist and Kevay's, tucking it away before turning his attention to his friend.
"A'right, c'mere," he reached in to let his arm move around Kevay to help him out through the window, using his other hand to duck his head down, so he didn't crack it on the stone. After he had pulled the cupid to safety, he moved to loosely fit the window back in place. It wasn't secure, but it didn't look as though anyone had tampered with it. "Okay, let's get outta here," Phoenix muttered, helping Kevay to his feet and quickly brushing him off, before letting his gaze dance around the grounds and leading them away. They reached the wall Phoenix had climbed in no time, the thief looking up at them. "You can climb up, right? I'll help you down," he murmured.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 11, 2010 11:58:42 GMT -5
Kevay wrinkled his nose up as Phoenix told him that no-one cleaned the prisons, as though to tell him that he could see that. “Dunno how the guards work here. I‘d not want to touch anything.” He shuddered, a cold shiver chasing down his back. As soon as he got the chance he was going to scrub his skin until it was raw just to make sure that he got rid of the stink. Right now, however, he was doing his best not to think about it. If he thought about all that stinking moss on his hands and how his hair would probably hold the stench of this place for days it made his stomach turn, and he really didn‘t think that Phoenix would appreciate him throwing up all over him. No, that wouldn‘t be the best way to say thank you for busting him out of prison.
Grace was something that the Cupid wasn‘t thinking about as he scrambled out through the window, grateful for Phoenix‘s hand on his head, otherwise he‘d have a nice lump on his head as a souvenir of this whole awful experience. He wiped his hands on his trousers as he rose to his feet, pointedly refusing to look down at himself. He didn‘t want to know what kind of a state he was in. Not now, he had more important things to worry about.
He moved to follow closely behind Phoenix, not wanting to get left behind again. His gaze darted around nervously, the cupid tense which made him clumsier. He tripped over his own feet more than once, and it was a miracle that he managed to stay on his feet. Oh, he wasn‘t really made for a life of crime, was he? He stood eyeing the wall dubiously for a moment before he nodded to the thief. “I can drag myself up and fall off the other side. Just wanna get out of here.” He mumbled, sighing heavily. Kevay wasn‘t wasting any time, scrambling up to the top of the wall surprisingly quickly, but he looked terribly unbalanced sat on the top. “Didn‘t realise how high this was…” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 16, 2010 16:25:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, same difference," Phoenix nodded to Kevay with a faint smile as he mentioned his method of getting over the prison wall. "Just try to keep quiet when you fall," he smirked, scrambling up the wall and leaping deftly over the top of it. He landed and rolled over, ending up kneeling on the grass around the walls of the prison, looking up to wait for Kevay. He smiled almost proudly as the cupid appeared, a filmy silhouette against the silvery moonlight. Phoenix laughed softly. "Just stay there," he called as quietly as he could, disappearing for a few moments and appearing a short time later, rolling a large barrel up to the wall Kevay had climbed. He stood it up straight so that the drop would be less high, before clambering on it to help his friend out.
"C'mon, it's a miracle nobody's seen us as it is. We gotta get away from here now if not sooner. You know anywhere near here we can go without being recognised for a little while? Somewhere out of the way'd be best," he murmured as he helped the cupid down from the wall, making sure he was safe on the barrel before leaping down himself. Phoenix took a quick look around to check for guards and passers-by, before dashing off into the nearest alleyway, trusting Kevay to follow him. The man might not be able to climb, but he could run with the best of them. Phoenix had witnessed that first hand.
They had been running for a few minutes when the thief finally dared to stop. They were in a cross-roads of alleyways, Phoenix collapsing back against the wall and rummaging in the inner pockets of his coat. Eventually he drew out a small bundle, offering it to Kevay. "Here, you been locked up all day. It's just bread and butter, but it's somethin'. You can eat before we go," he smiled.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 17, 2010 12:30:51 GMT -5
It was much higher up here than he had realised from the bottom. The cool night breeze ruffled his hair, the cupid cocking his head to once side as he examined the drop, as though trying to work out how much damage he would do to himself if he just jumped. Gracefully or not, he needed to get down from there soon or he was going to get spotted. Kevay wasn‘t all that hard to spot, even in the dark. His shirt was white and his hair was blonde, both seemed far too bright in the darkness. Phoenix, thankfully, had a better plan. He waited patiently as he rolled the barrel over to the wall, letting him help him to the ground. It was nice having his feet back on solid ground, he didn‘t think that he‘d be attempting to scale a wall again any time soon.
“I dunno where we can go…” He shook his head, at first drawing a blank on where to go. He wasn‘t even all that sure about where they were. It wasn‘t until they were running that the idea struck him, the cupid actually laughing breathlessly by the time they stopped, doubling over to put his hands on his knees and attempt to catch his breath. “I…know…where!” He exclaimed between panting for breath, fighting for a moment to control his breathing. “I got a friend, in the countryside not far from here. She‘ll take us in, she always takes me in.” He grinned triumphantly, pushing his hair back from his face. “We should probably steal a horse or something…it‘ll take forever to walk that far…” He added, looking around, as though expecting a horse to just walk around the corner.
A smile lit up his features as he passed him the bundle, practically ripping it open, his stomach growling loudly. He was starving, bread and butter, wolfing it down. He had to force himself to chew enough so that he could swallow, Kevay looking a littler happier now that he had a little something in his stomach. Just because he could last longer than normal people without food or water, but that didn‘t mean that it was pleasant, or that it was something that he wanted to do. He was a hypochondriac, he wasn‘t going to suffer any more than necessary. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 17, 2010 12:50:20 GMT -5
"You know where? Thank fuck," Phoenix smiled in relief, watching Kevay worriedly as he wolfed down the little meal he'd managed to put together. The guy could barely breathe after pelting down a maze of alleyways, and yet he could still eat faster than Phoenix would have thought possible. He kept an eye on him, just in case he choked, though he was still happy at the idea of having a place to go. He could see this getting particularly nasty for them if they didn't find somewhere to lay low for a while, especially since he'd just busted Kevay out from prison where he'd be sure to be hanged. And neither of them were particularly subtle, which didn't help matters in the slightest.
"Feeling better?" he smiled ever so slightly once Kevay was finished, the thief having caught his breath by now and straightening up from the wall. There was a calculating look in his green eyes, as if he was making a mental map of Lait and places where they could get a horse, and quickly. Subconsciously, he patted his pockets for his lock-picks. "Okay, let's go, I know a place," he told Kevay, grabbing his wrist and leading them off again down through the alleyway. "I hope your friend is used to you dropping in," he smirked, turning around the corner and spying a stables in the distance. "Here, if you stay by here, I'll get us a horse," he winked to him, before stalking off silently through the darkness.
He returned less than a quarter of an hour later, leading a horse by the reins and keeping his head down, as if to look inconspicuous. It was only if you looked close that you could see him slipping his lock picks back inside his waistcoat pocket. Soon enough he was back at the alley way, offering a light smile to Kevay and clambering onto the horse. "A'right, let's get outta here," he nodded down to him, holding the reins steady and waiting for him to climb on.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 17, 2010 13:43:10 GMT -5
”You’ll like this place.” He nodded to Phoenix as he brushed the crumbs from his hands, grinning to himself. He hadn’t seen Laurine for…well, too long. The last time they had met he had been too busy running for his life to stop and chat, and that had to be a year or two ago. He suddenly found himself getting all excited at the idea of going to see his old friend, rubbing at his chin as he attempted to remember where exactly the house was. Then again, it wasn’t lie he could miss it. Laurine de Montfort’s summer estate rivalled that of royalty. Then again, what more could be expected from one of the most powerful women in Ecritetre? She wasn’t about to live in a shack, was she?
“I won’t feel better until I’ve had a bath and have new clothes and I’m warm and safe and this God awful town is behind us…but, other than that, I’m not doing bad.” He smiled to Phoenix weakly, letting him lead him along now. He’d leave Phoenix to the thieving, it was what he was good at after all. He was preoccupied with worrying at what state they‘d turn up in. It wasn‘t as though she would be a stranger to people showing up in the middle of the night (Mademoiselle Laurine had rather questionable tastes sometimes), but she‘d not appreciate the state they were in. Oh well, at least taking in a couple of fugitives would be right up her street. He‘d never met a woman before who flaunted the law so openly.
“Okay.” He nodded as the thief left, leaning back against the wall, sighing heavily He had realised just how cold it was as he waited for Phoenix, and just how much he wanted a drink, attempting unsuccessfully to push this to he back of his mind as Phoenix came back. “Let‘s go.” He nodded, clambering up onto the horse, waiting for Phoenix before nudging it in the right direction.
They had been riding for an hour or so when the lights began to twinkle in the distance, small pin pricks of light at first which grew into welcoming glows as they drew closer. The estate was nestled next to a large, black lake, the structure huge but elegant. A white stone building with spiralling towers and charming features, each window filled with light even though it was well past midnight when they arrived. Each room seemed to be alive with activity, music and laughter drifting through the air as the horse reached the courtyard. Kevay had fallen to sleep a while ago, his head lolling onto Phoenix‘s shoulder. He woke as the motion of the horse stopped, looking up at the house with bleary eyes, grinning to himself. “We‘s here!” [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 17, 2010 15:06:01 GMT -5
"I will? I'll have to trust you on that one," Phoenix grinned to Kevay as he said he'd like the place. He trusted him to get them somewhere safe (and knowing the cupid, somewhere luxurious), so he felt pretty content that everything would work out as the other man joined him on the horse. He allowed him to lead them - he knew where he was going after all - the thief smirking as he listened to the cupid rant. "At least you're alive," he pointed out as they moved off into the darkness. "Could be worse, you could be hangin' from a beam," he shrugged, falling quiet as they travelled to listen to the sound of the horse's footsteps on the cobblestones, waiting patiently for them to leave the outskirts of Lait so that he could start to relax a little.
Even Phoenix had been dropping off by the time they reached Mademoiselle Laurine's mansion, so he didn't see it until the horse stopped and Kevay jolted awake. He blinked sleepily in the darkness, wondering about the weight on his shoulder and looking down at the cupid in bemusement. Thank God Phoenix hadn't fallen completely asleep, otherwise they'd have tumbled from the horse without even realising it. "We are?" he asked in a sleepy voice, his gaze flitting, for the first time, up to the mansion and its surroundings. "Whoaaaaaa..." he sat up straight away, his gaze flitting almost hungrily from the black lake to the white stone of the mansion. If you looked at him closely, you could spot him trying to figure out how he was going to fit everything he was going to steal into his pockets.
"Your friend lives HERE?" his jaw dropped, Phoenix barely remembering to sit Kevay up from his shoulder before he clambered down from the horse, taking the reins to start to walk the horse up to the estate. He guessed Kevay would be too sleepy and grouchy to actually walk himself, and Phoenix was far too preoccupied with eyeing up the mansion anyway. He smiled as he noticed the activity in each of the rooms, the familiar pang of need tugging at the pit of his stomach, reminding him that he was sober. He hated being sober. "Looks like a party," he murmured, forgetting about the whole 'looking like crap' thing. Phoenix had looked worse in his lifetime, and he wanted to DRINK.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Aug 17, 2010 15:27:30 GMT -5
Kevay worked on pushing the sleepiness back from his mind as Phoenix lead the horse into the estate, the plodding pace making that task far harder than it needed to be. There was a chill in the air now that they were closer to the water, the cupid shivering as he rubbed at his eyes, sighing defeated as h looked down at himself. He was a mess and he was going to have to walk through a room full of people, that was going to be…unpleasant. He was going to have to look extra amazing later, just so that they didn‘t realise that he was the man that had shuffled through the house looking as though they‘d just dragged him out of the lake. Oh, this was going to be humiliating.
“Only in the summer, her winter place isn‘t half as impressive as this.” He mumbled absently, barely even seeming to take note of the grandeur of the mansion. He‘d seen it all before, he could be more appreciative when he felt more like himself. Two servants moved to meet them once they were closer to the house, one helping Kevay down from the horse before leading the creature away, the other welcoming them and leading them towards the house. Not the main entrance, thank goodness, but a side entrance. “Mademoiselle Laurine has been expecting you, Monsieur Taylor. You kept her waiting.” The butler commented as he held the door open for them, waiting until they were inside before leading them down the wood panelled corridor. This was obviously a servants entrance, not that this bothered Kevay at the moment.
They were lead through a door that lead into a spacious, well decorated study. A fire roared in the fire place, food set out on the heavy rosewood desk. She had been expecting them. How? Well, Kevay had stopped asking that. Laurine had a knack for knowing all the gossip before anyone else. The Lady in question was lounging lazily in a comfortable chair by the fire, her beauty only enhanced by the firelight. There was a bored look in her emerald eyes, the woman twisting a lock of deep, wine coloured hair around her fingertip, not even looking up as the door opened.
“Tsk tsk, what kind of trouble have you been getting yourself in this time, Kevay?” She questioned, voice heavily accented. “And who is your friend? Associating with kidnappers is a little above your usual league.” She added, gaze finally flickering over to the pair of them, eyebrow arched in amusement. [/size][/right]
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Aug 17, 2010 15:56:33 GMT -5
Phoenix smiled faintly as the servants led them around to a side entrance - he was used to this, and besides, Phoenix had an affinity of sorts with servants. Especially the more colourful ones. He was having a short conversation with one of them as they walked, but by the time it actually got to going inside he was much too interested in the carvings and the intricate designs over the doors, the clean stone floors, the way his voice echoed as they were led through the rooms. He knew it was a servants' entrance and he didn't care, it was still much more luxurious than he was used to. His eyes flickered around the study as they were led inside, Phoenix having already made sure that his boots were clean (well, as clean as they could be).
He took in the study before he took in the woman sitting by the fireplace, Phoenix's eyes lit up by the flames which also danced across his pale skin. As the woman became visible the thief straightened up automatically, eyes flashing with immediate attraction. This was Kevay's friend? Oh, he could get to like her. He could get to like her a lot. A rather crooked little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Laurine glanced across at them, the thief shrugging one shoulder. "I don't think it's considered kidnappin' if the one being kidnapped agrees to it," he commented softly. "Those wanted posters don't bring out the best in me," he laughed softly, his eyes never leaving her face.
Deciding it was best to be polite, Phoenix swept into a roguish, charming bow, straightening up again to introduce himself. "Phoenix Garcia," he greeted her. "But you can just call me Red. Forgive me, but I don't believe Kevay ever mentioned your name...?" he tilted his head, looking interested.
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