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prodigy_smith (prodigy_smith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-06-19 20:35:00

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day 1: reboot, location: florist, luke smith, merope gaunt

Who: Luke Smith, open, (and Merope Gaunt if they want)
What: Waking up in Vas Captio
When: Day One; 7:50 AM
Where: Flower Shop
Rating: TBA
Status: In Progress

Luke's hand reached out to bump something solid against it. It was a state of confusion that he awoke lying on his face, spread out on something he could distinctly feel to be a floor. His first thought, groggy and shaded with a slight confusion, was he had fallen from his bed. He supposed on some more basic logical level it made sense, but then Luke had never been one to move in his sleep, never one to dream either. He could guess like many things in over these passing years this was another that was new to him, something he would add to the experiences of his life over all this time.

But then as the boy struggled to sit up his mind caught up with him at the very solid surroundings around him and also the very real fact this wasn't his bedroom. In fact it wasn't any place he really properly recognized at all. His mind already quick fire sped into action and Luke, still in the years of growing but still with a rather thin physic, pushed himself gingerly to his feet. Testing the ground beneath him and his eyes taking in everything around in confusion to try and decipher what it was that was going on. The last he could remember, and Luke, a boy genetically grown for his brain and eidetic memory not one to forget even a single moment, recalled vividly the last few seconds he'd been awake. Clyde and mum and leaving behind his real mother insane with power. Leaving Luke to stand now confused as solutions from transport to drug induced kidnap came racing across his mind.

His eyes cast down for just a moment to find the thing his hand had brushed earlier. Carefully he crouched back down, unlatching what appeared to be a small kit of some kind. "Survival Kit," he read this and tucked it against his mind instantly; opening what he had suspected to be of something useful only to find various items and something like an empty cigarette box inside. He looked on, brow furrowed even more with confusion and snapped the box shut again; taking in every item in his head and grasping the small kit with him as he returned to his feet once again.

He appeared to be in something of a flower shop; something familiar but completely unfamiliar to him all at once. Dead long since withering flowers and an old broken glass window stood at the front. He could recognize a lot of the base to be similar to Rani's mum's shop he'd visited only just recently for a place they could all hide out and avoid being discovered, but it was different. It smelled faintly of old must and a sort of odd lilac scent; leaving him to work out how long it had even been in use.

"Hello?" Luke tried the open air for these answers, for someone to welcome or explain or maybe even, a small hope, that his mum might be around the corner. Mum always with the plans and Luke, not doubting for a second she would end up figuring this out as he too would do his best toward as always; taking a few timid steps foreword in the strange building. If there was anything Luke should have been used to by now it was the unexpected, the dangers and the equations that only seemed to properly make sense to him.

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heartache
2010-06-20 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Not to far from Luke was another person, curled up on their side in slumber. It only had taken a silent stirring from the male to cause her to wake up as well, the very second she woke up, she felt sharp pains below the waist and remembered exactly where she had been. Merope forced herself onto her hands and knees slowly, shifting back and forth until she could sit properly and the sensation of sickness was there, the feeling of being ripped down below was there but where was her child?

Hadn't she passed away?

Once she properly shifted so she could stand, she picked up the small journal with somethings attached to it and opened it. Honestly, all she wanted to do was lay down again and she didn't feel the greatest but her child was nowhere in sight. Clearing her throat, she called out,"...H-Hellooo?" In somewhat of a desperate tone, her eyes searching around the florist shop for someone.

When she saw a man, her first instinct was to become quiet and act like she was part of the scenery.

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prodigy_smith
2010-06-21 08:45 pm UTC (link)

Luke turned in the blue hues of darkness; trying to make out where the voice had come from in the shadows. It didn't take him that long to locate the image of a girl just waking up and now remaining there, quiet; and something else Luke began to recognize close to fear... He furrowed his brows, the boy taking a hesitant and rather careful step foreword.

"Oh, uh, hello. Sorry. It's okay... do you know where we are...?" He took a note out from his mom's book; trying for being reassuring and confident but coming off still confused and a little lost. Maybe as much as she was. Luke had always had a rather different persona about him; something based from where he came from and from the only just handful of years since his "activation", for different from any average fifteen to sixteen year old. Brilliant enough to solve a multitude of different problems and schematics, but somehow when it came to normal interaction even after all these years where he'd gained and approached situations a little more comfortably; he still had a little bit of naivety about him. An openness and blatant misunderstanding of a lot of the social norm that maybe most didn't quiet understand.

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Woah. I thought I tagged this wtf?

heartache
2010-06-28 10:56 pm UTC (link)

The very instant that she was approached, she backed against the nearby shelving unit. Her hands were on the shelf and she seemed very uneasy with the man being there, she took deep breaths and looked away from him, remaining unresponsive for a moment. Granted, she was in agony from her hip bone having become dislocated and she had problems keeping her body straight.

"N-N-No.." She muttered as lowly as possible, shifting so that her hands were on her dress, holding the sides of it. "..D-Do you?"

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prodigy_smith
2010-06-30 10:16 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, hey," Concern instantly painted the younger boy's face as the girl seemed unsteady and frail on her feet. He took a few concerned steps foreword, trying his best to seem disarming. He'd worked of course across countless adventures and more than on one occasion he'd been on the receiving side of these things gone bad. He'd been in fear and even used, tortured to nearly destroy earth. Luke had even been activated to life into a world of fear and confusion. He could not only recognize that on people but at times find himself brought back along to that day. Just a few years before hand and thanks to his ability to remember everything in such detail; an event that would never really leave him or be washed away. He could remember his feet pounding the ground, everything new and terrifying and the only thought in his mind being that he needed to leave, to escape.

Now, later on however, thankfully as sometimes naive as he could come across Luke had managed to grow. Being taught and brought up by a brilliant journalist as well as a woman who saved aliens and humans alike on a day to day basis had given Luke enough adventures for a life time and at least enough empathy to recognize when someone was in trouble. He might still be new to the world, but that much he understood if nothing else.

"It's okay...I'm Luke." He tried for a smile, placing a hand against his chest as he spoke. "But you look hurt. Listen, maybe you should lie down. I'm sure we'll figure out where we are..."

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heartache
2010-07-05 10:26 am UTC (link)

Merope's winces and whines were very quiet but were intense and stressful. She had even began to pant for a little bit due to what she was feeling,"...Luke...--M-My baby...I c-can't find-find him..." She stammered out, her hands finding the shelving unit and holding onto it for support so she could come closer. It was a wonder this woman was even alive, she seemed so on the brink of death in the first place. Her arms were just barely able to hold up her body weight by leaning on the shelving unit.

Once she found a center of gravity, she turned her head towards the young man, a bead of sweat having rolled down her face. "...M-Merope...." She muttered as lowly as she possibly could.

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