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Post by castor endymion ghirlandaio on Jan 9, 2012 19:36:43 GMT -5
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 words // 756 // outfit // lol later! // tagged // anyone boy with a coin,
T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Castor liked it when things happened according to plan. He loved precision and above all, he loved being on time. Tardiness was troublesome and people in his line of work should know it better than anyone. He couldn’t blame his likeness for clocks and time on his slight compulsive behavior; even before he was able to have any type of disorder his mother and father took careful account on schedules and time so it was only natural the quirk passed on to their son. Castor remembered his brother having the same tendency, too bad he had been a tad bit impatient and it led to his demise. Castor wouldn’t be like that, he would be good and patient if the time asked for it but lucky for him and for his mental health he didn’t have to wait long.
Two minutes before the lockdown was scheduled he asked for permission to leave the classroom. ‘Bathroom’, he offered the completely understandable excuse and headed out of the soon-to-be-locked classroom. He walked to the bathroom indeed, pushed the door open and stood there, staring at his watch until the long hand hit the right spot and everything began. His eyebrow lifted briefly when the exact hour came and there were no signs of the lockdown starting but his patience paid of mere seconds later. The lights went off and an instant tension filled the air. Looking at his own reflection in the mirror Castor put on his best ‘concerned’ face before pushing the door open and exiting the bathroom.
There were cameras around the school… they weren’t plenty but there were a few and if Castor planned to keep his record clean (and he did) he couldn’t be allowed to be seen as if he knew what the hell was going on. Witnesses were never a reliable source but a camera… well trying to explain to someone why you looked in complete control of the situation while the rest of the school panicked with hard evidence to sustain it would be troublesome, and Castor planned to glide through this entire deal without a single scratch. Once outside in the dark hallway he looked around as if confused, as if not knowing what to do. Following the normal logic of a student, the first thing anyone would do was try to return to the classroom. His travel back would let him pass in front of the school’s security office. Still looking slightly scared and confused he waited until he was in range and using a few students who lingered around as distraction he stuck his hand inside his pocket and pressed a button in his cell phone. A small and almost imperceptible explosion was heard inside the office and Castor kept walking as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Once he checked the classrooms were indeed closed he let a little smirk appear on his face for a brief moment before pulling out the phone he had modified for this particular situation and texted the rest of the group.
‘cameras are down’
Was all it said, and hopefully the rest would continue with their own parts. To be honest, Castor didn’t want to be here. This wasn’t his fight, this wasn’t his family and this wasn’t his territory. He was doing it because his father ordered it, and while his determination to finish the mission was as high as anyone’s, his heart simply wasn’t on it. What did he care if this lexin guy knocked up a Japanese girl? Minoru should’ve been the one bothered by it and even he didn’t seem to mind that much. Rolling his eyes at the series of thoughts that ran through his mind he thought it best to just shut up and lay low for now. He had his position assigned and he was far from it so he started walking down the hallway to reach the location Salvatore had pointed out for him along with Bambi. What did they know anyway? To Castor they both seemed inexperienced imbeciles and someone like Castor, someone from the sacra corona unita shouldn’t be listening to their idiotic commands. Breathing deeply and remembering to keep his temper at bay he resolved to go along with things… for now. That was the reminder which kept him walking in a straight line, for now, for now, for now. It wouldn’t last much though, Castor was just waiting for someone to make a stupid mistake or for someone to get in his way to get his way with things. notes // feel free to jump in! |
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Post by seraj on Jan 22, 2012 2:14:48 GMT -5
  Paris was horrible. He'd been telling his brother that for as long as they'd been in the city of lights, and he would continue it until they left, he was sure. It was cold, noisy, smokers were everywhere, the metros were crowded.. there were some things that he could deal with – Cairo was noisy too – but not the cold. God, Seraj hated the cold. He'd grown up in Egypt, of all places, and he was used to the warmth. Maybe if he'd been called to Texas or something, he would have been able to handle it, but Paris? Maybe it wasn't cold in the public opinion, but Seraj was constantly freezing his ass off, especially when he walked outside. Oh, and had he forgotten to mention that he'd been moved here in the middle of winter? Great! Seraj wasn't used to temperatures like this, and he didn't adapt very easily.
That was why when the lockdown happened, he'd been in the library, curled up like a cat in a chair near his brother's desk. It was convenient to have Ezzel work in the library, especially since they actually had comfortable chairs.. Whenever Ezzel visited Seraj while he was working, the older twin was always wandering around the school and cleaning rooms; not a very relaxing thing to watch, let alone do. Speaking of that, the janitor was on a break for a few hours, so no one could berate him for taking a nap. He technically had the option to leave the school campus while he was on his break, but he'd much rather spend it with one of the only people that he loved. Of course, he'd ended up falling asleep instead of actually spending any quality time with his brother, but oh well. He was tired, as he almost always was these days. Once upon a time, not so long ago, Seraj had been the typical fighter, always alert even when he was asleep and constantly tuned in to whatever was going on around him. Adding in the cold and the constant cleaning, that control was slipping, though his deepest habits remained the same.
One of his deepest habits was noticing patterns, and breaks in said patterns. Almost everything had a routine, especially in places like school and work, so he'd picked up on that soon after starting his work. One obvious thing was that the lights never went off during the day, and when the lights suddenly went off, Seraj noticed. His eyes may have been closed, sure, but he could still tell whether it was light or not. And when the lights went off when they weren't supposed to? Something was obviously wrong, whether it was just some idiot running into the lightswitch, a power outage, or something else.
”Who turned the lights off?” he asked quietly, fully awake now and sitting up in the chair. It was just a small attempt at lightening the air, but it had been said quietly enough that if this really was a bad situation, no one farther than Ezzel was from Seraj would hear it. Seraj wasn't going to do anything stupid to give away their location, because if this was dangerous, that could be a fatal move. If this wasn't dangerous, Seraj would probably feel stupid in a few minutes, but they were better off safe than sorry. After all, hadn't the twins been warned that the mafia might do something pertaining to the school? Wasn't that the whole reason that they were here, to protect Lexin? Yeah, and Seraj wasn't going to be a fumbling idiot and ruin this, on the off chance that everything was just the opposite of fine and dandy.
notes gahd, i was so tired.. sorry, it's bad
tag ezzel , castor
words 618
lyrics this is war by 30 seconds to mars
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Post by ezzel ramses amen shalabi on Jan 22, 2012 12:38:41 GMT -5
His feet were propped up lazily on the desk in front of him. New dress shoes shined in the bright and blinding lights of the library where Ezzel worked. Though, they didn’t shine nearly as bright as the thin, oddly shaped knife he held in one hand. His thumb stretched across the emerald curve of his apple as he gently guided the blade through the fruit in his hand. The sound of the metal cutting through the fruit was the only noise to break the silence save for the soft breaths of his brother beside him.
Ezzel was absolutely bored out of his mind, and as he brought a piece of the fruit to his lips and bit into it, his gaze shifted to the man beside him. Perhaps it was that Seraj’s day job injured his great pride and ultimately drained him like a leech might its victim of blood, or perhaps it was just the simple act of cleaning all in itself that put the elder into a near catatonic state of sleep bordering on twenty-four hours a day. Whatever it was, it worried Ezzel. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume that Seraj had sleeping sickness. Ever since their relocation to Paris, he had been sleeping more and more. It couldn’t be the cold because the bite of the frigid temperatures normally kept one awake and alert. They certainly had that effect on Ezzel. Each time he stepped outside – no matter how many layers he was wearing – he found his skin rising in little bumps as if he were expecting some attack. Instead, he was only greeted with the occasion violation of cold wind somehow kissing his skin. Much like his brother, he hated Paris. He hated the winter and would love nothing more than to go back to Cairo this very moment. If he had the choice, he would, and he would drag his twin along with him. However, that was out of the question. They were here for a reason and that was to protect Hannibal and a fellow named Lexin who seemed to have gotten himself into trouble with the wrong people. They had no idea when something was going to happen, so the moment the lights went out, Ezzel remained like a statue in his chair. His gaze lifted to the ceiling as if the very answer to the sudden black out could be found up there, but he knew better than that. Something wasn’t right.
Ezzel slowly and carefully removed his feet from the desktop and he leaned forward to set his half eaten apple down. The pathetic knife he kept in his hand. It was small and brittle and would probably break off if it tried to cut anything thicker than the skin of an apple but it was better than nothing should this be an emergency situation. He glanced over to his brother who was now awake and shrugged in response to the question. He and his brother had gotten a clue that something might happen at the school. Could this be it? He didn’t know but both he and his brother seemed to think that it was better to be cautious and quiet than to risk it all.
The sound of an opening door caused a slight tilt of his head. His gaze remained transfixed on his brother as if he were waiting for his call. Honestly, he was. Ezzel wasn’t a leader, he was a follower. Though, the only man he would ever follow was his brother. “Should we go check that out?” His voice remained quiet and only for his twin’s ears. Slowly, his head turned to look towards the door of the library.
tags: seraj and castor
words: 618
notes: lets see what'll happen
credits: lyrics from this is war by 30 seconds to mars
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Post by castor endymion ghirlandaio on Jan 23, 2012 14:37:47 GMT -5
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words // 738 // outfit // lol later! // tagged // seraj/ezzel boy with a coin,
T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Cameras, lights, students locked… everything seemed to be going according to plan. Castor once again had to take a very deep breath to calm down. ’Just go to the library, just do as you were told…’ he repeated in his head over and over, trying not to think of what the others would be doing. This whole operation seemed like a joke to him. The motifs weren’t clear and Castor had serious suspicions that their ‘leaders’ had been picked by drawing sticks or some other sort of idiotic mean. Castor wasn’t even explained why the hell he had been assigned to the library just like no decent excuse had been given as to why their positions and their plans had been explained merely days before the whole deal happened. A mission like this one required careful planning, strategy, and as much as he hated to admit it, some degree of trust between the participants. Salvatore and Bambi’s secrecy unnerved him, and instead of giving the impression they knew what they were doing it looked more like they had no freakin’ idea of what to do and were just winging it.
’Just keep walking…’ Castor thought for the millionth time that day as he climbed down the stairs, ignoring the few students who still lingered in the hallways thinking of what they were supposed to do in a situation like this one. Castor of course wasn’t about to give them any instructions or degree of advice. They could very well drop dead for all he cared, and they better not attempt to break a window or call someone from the outside or he would have to make sure the ‘drop dead’ statement wasn’t simply an expression.
The door was now in front of him and the only visible light was the very faint hue from what he guessed was a fire started by Minoru. Well at least someone was having some fun in here. Eyeing the library door he made a sharp turn to the left and stopped in front of one of the many series of lockers. Feeling the carved ‘269’ in the locker with his fingers he quickly turned the dial to the lock with the other hand and pulled the door open. Inside could be found his various school books, notebooks and some spare clothes that he sometimes used. Sticking his hand to the back of the locker he pulled out an NRS-2 and stuck it inside his pocket before shutting the door closed and returning to the library door. It was funny how he was Italian but used Russian weapons and was trained in Russian type of combat while hunting for a Russian man. Well, they could sit and chat about causality and irony when they finished with this deal.
Pushing the door open he let his eyes adjust to the dark. It was way darker in here than in the hallways he just left behind so Castor closed the door behind him and pressed his back against it. Looking around he was able to discern the tables and chairs, the bookshelves and the desk that belonged to the school’s librarian. He knew who would be sitting behind that desk. Not only he was familiar with the librarian but he also was aware of his job as bodyguard for one of Lexin’s friends. Knowledge was a treasure indeed~ Castor had to wonder if Salvatore and Bambi placed him in here thinking about that or it was just dumb luck from their part… Castor guessed it was the latter. There was another figure next to the one Castor guessed was the librarian, and again he had to guess neither Bambi nor Salvatore had planned this in advance. So it was he against two trained bodyguards that could probably snap him in two as a twig if he didn’t think this through.
Trying to summon his almost disappeared patience again, Castor pulled himself off the door and walked forward. Purposely colliding against a chair and knocking it over he faked a gasp of pain and held onto the nearest table. “Is anyone here? I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where to go…” His voice sounded like that of a normal student, confused at the lack of lights and locked doors. Better fake it for now and see if those two would storm out and play hero for lexin… if they did then he’d probably have some trouble… notes // -licks u two- |
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Post by seraj on Jan 29, 2012 14:42:31 GMT -5
Heroism was... stupid. People protected others for the sake of seeing their fellow humans continue living, not for the sake of being rewarded with fancy medals and congratulated. Maybe it was human nature to abandon others and fight for yourself, but some people fought that instinct and saved others. Okay, so maybe they were great and special and everything, but they didn't deserve to be labeled as a hero. When you were called a hero, it got to your head, and you just became more selfish. There was no use in arguing the point that the ideal hero was a modest gentleman that wouldn't let anything enlarge his non existent ego, because the ideal hero didn't exist. Everyone started out with some sort of ego, no matter how small it was, and being fawned over and practically worshiped just made it bigger. If there was ever a hint of good person material in a hero, it left soon enough. Society ruined them, which made the whole idea of heroism an idiotic notion. Good people should have been left alone, so they could continue being good people instead of having their egos swelled to the point of no return.
So maybe Seraj was a little biased when it came to things like that, but who really cared? It had happened to him, so of course he was a little bitter about the whole idea of heroism. It didn't matter now, though. It had never really mattered. His opinion was highly valued during fights, and that was just fine with him, but on every day matters, his view on things was a little too twisted to fit the situation. He saw things differently than normal citizens did, and that was to be expected. As a gunshot echoed in the distance, though, it was pretty clear that this could no longer be counted as an every day situation. Apparently, the mafia wasn't going for a very subtle approach, if they were already shooting... or maybe they'd already found Lexin. Oddly enough, though, Seraj couldn't bring himself to care too much. He was loyal, but only to the people that he loved. The royal family, Hannibal, Ezzel, and the city of Cairo. In Paris, protecting a Russian mobster, he didn't really care too much if said Russian died a pitiful death. Seraj knew that he was supposed to care, but no, not really. He didn't. Simple as that.
At least he knew what was going on now, though. Gunshots normally couldn't be heard during a power outage, so of course Seraj jumped to a different conclusion. ”Yeah,” he said, nodding when his twin asked a question. His eyes were fixed on the door and the figure beside it. He and his brother had identified one of the mafia members that was posing as a student, but there were probably more, and it was stressing to think that any of the students could be wandering around with a gun at this very moment. The likelihood of running into one of them was insanely low, though, so he wasn't too suspicious of the student that had stumbled into the library. In a large school like this, there had to be a lot of students that had somehow gotten stuck between classes when the lights had gone off. Honestly, Seraj felt sorry for them. Staying in the classrooms would have been so much safer, but oh well. Too late now, and by the rules of the lockdown, one of them was going to have to lock the doors of the library to prevent anyone getting in or out. Whoever had found their way in here had been lucky, he supposed.
He gestured for Ezzel to lock the doors before standing up himself and walking around the desk. ”Are you okay?” he asked the student, his raised eyebrow going unseen in dark. There were a few windows in the library, but they were high up on the wall, and Seraj wasn't standing anywhere near one of the shafts of dim light that were spreading across the floor of the room. Maybe Seraj should have been a bit more tense, but at the moment he was forcing himself to completely relax, leaning against the desk and fiddling with the ring of master keys for the school that was hanging from his belt. After a few seconds, he returned his attention to Castor once again. ”Did you see anything suspicious out there?” he asked softly, making himself sound like any staff member would when their workplace went into lockdown. A note of panic, but stifling it for the student standing in front of him. Hopefully, they'd be able to get through this with minimal casualties. There would have been a higher chance of that if he and Ezzel were out there and actually doing something, but it would look stupid and suspicious if they ran out of the library when they were supposed to be taking refuge in a locked room.
notes sorry that he didn't say much. that was actually a lot of talking, compared to what he normally does
tag ezzel , castor
words 831
lyrics this is war by 30 seconds to mars
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Post by ezzel ramses amen shalabi on Jan 29, 2012 20:16:20 GMT -5
Panic never did seem to find a little room to wriggle around in Ezzel’s mind. There was hardly any time for such a thing that he just had to do and not worry about the situation at hand. It was one of the many precious upsides to being able to handle pressure: he was capable of working under it, no matter what. As long as he had his brother by his side, he could do anything. And as the time began to pass, he doubted this was any normal power outage. He had no idea what could have caused it if it were. There were no storms to knock out power lines. It could possibly be a faulty wire; though, that normally caused a flickering before anything else. This darkness consumed the lights as if it was a cold gust of wind against the flame of a candle. There wasn’t so much as a flicker. The lights had gone out because administration wanted them to. Could that mean the school was being locked down? At least that was the conclusion Ezzel had jumped to. Then again, he could just be wanting something to happen because, honestly, anything was better than this. Not to mention the sooner they get this thing – whatever it was – over with, the sooner he and Seraj could skip off home to Cario. And as gunfire - though distant – managed to shatter the deafening silence, Ezzel couldn’t believe this was a lockdown any more than he did. Either this group didn’t believe in subtly or they already found their target – whom Ezzel and Seraj were supposed to protect along with Hannibal.
Things were going to go down, and the panicked student that had just entered the library just proved it. The younger twin stood and carefully slipped the brittle fruit knife into the back pocket of his slacks. He wasn’t worried about cutting anything since it could just manage to break through the skin and meat of an apple. He would have put it down if it didn’t think that maybe it could help. Though, he wasn’t sure if he was going to need it. The chances of this bumbling student to be part of the mafia were pretty slim. Seraj and Ezzel only knew of one positioned in the school and though they figured there were more, they weren’t too worried. It wasn’t like a majority of the school was made up of the bad guys. That would just be over kill. Ezzel didn’t really think much of the student because of that. Now, that didn’t mean the soldier wasn’t on edge. He was always on guard during chaotic situations. It’s the moment someone lets those shields slip that the bullet comes. He wasn’t going to risk it.
Without a sound, Ezzel slipped from around the desk and made his way to the front doors of the library, key in hand. With a satisfying click, the doors locked. He wished he had papers to cover the glass in the doors like a few of the teachers did. Though, he was somewhat comforted by the fact that he could see outside into the hallway. If anyone were to come, he might have a chance at spotting them before they noticed him. He could at least hope. He turned to watch Seraj and the student. Ezzel wasn’t much of a talker. He preferred only talking to Seraj, but as they were growing up, he spoke for his brother. Now that his brother spoke for himself, he really didn’t want to find his voice. But he had to because he and Seraj were the adults in this situation. They had to take charge.
Backing away from the door, Ezzel motioned to the desk they were previously sitting at. “It’ll be safer back there and around the corner,” he wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him now but he still remained quiet, “That way if someone peeks in through the window in the door, they can’t see us.” It was common sense to move into a corner that couldn’t be seen if someone were to look in. Ezzel wasn’t going to risk it. He didn’t even wait for their response before he moved back toward the desk, eyes scanning the library just in case.
tags: seraj and castor
words: 713
notes: they're not very talkative @__@
credits: lyrics from this is war by 30 seconds to mars
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Post by castor endymion ghirlandaio on Feb 10, 2012 12:53:04 GMT -5
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words // 645 // outfit // lol later! // tagged // seraj/ezzel boy with a coin,
T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Ok, so far this situation could go two ways: horribly wrong and…
Was that a gunshot?
Ok so far this situation could go one way: fucking horribly wrong thanks to some idiot who thought that waving a gun around like some fucking demented cowboy was the best of ideas. Castor’s bet was on either Salvatore or Bambi. The woman didn’t seem stupid enough to wave a gun like that though, maybe dumb enough to hurt someone on purpose or even provoke a confrontation but Castor wanted to think that she had at least a few brain cells to realize that shooting around wasn’t a good idea. That left Salvatore, and it didn’t surprise Castor one bit. Again, he had to wonder just why the hell he was stuck in the middle of this mess.
His head snapped back at the sound of the gunshot. He was used to that sound by now but it would’ve seemed all too weird if he didn’t react like a normal person would. Gathering just the right amount of panic in his voice he turned back to the two bodyguards. “What was that?” As if he didn’t know, the right answer would’ve been ‘some idiot thinking he knows what he does, but he doesn’t’. Gunshots were supposed to alter people right? Castor knew this for experience. Pull a gun out and you got everyone’s attention, he guessed Sal wasn’t strong enough to get people’s attention without some sort of threat like a weapon.
Alright… enough dissing. Hating the man and thinking of all the reasons why he was a very very stupid human being wouldn’t help with the current situation. Walking towards the corner Ezzel had pointed out he let his eyes wander towards the door. “Umh… just a bunch of students who didn’t know where to go…” Castor stopped for a brief second to think. He could mention the faint glow and the heat that came from around the corner but there was the chance they felt the urge to investigate. Sending them towards Minoru could be a little inconvenient. Not that the Japanese man couldn’t handle them but Castor liked to keep things neat… two burned bodyguards wasn’t keeping things neat. Plus, why send Minoru extra load when he could handle it very well himself? Minoru and Tommas were the only ones he held certain type of respect for and sending these two men after someone he actually didn’t want to see dead kinda went against his principles. So no… no mention of the fire going on near the entrance. “And you know… the lights and the locked doors.” He absentmindedly pointed at the lamps emphasizing the statement.
Now what to do… so far it didn’t seem like these guys were the type to rip their shirts off and run to save lives which was an advantage for Castor. If he could keep them both inside he’d be able to keep this nice and clean, Lexin hopefully would end up dead and he’d be able to go back home and forget all this mess. Then again, it was hard to tell what they would do since the person they were supposed to protect was near Lexin. Locking Hannibal and his bodyguards in a single place would’ve been quite convenient but it also would’ve been too easy and too perfect. Castor knew better than to believe in easy and perfect things. Well at least he could try to find out what they were planning to do, right? Leaning against one of the bookshelves he peeked to the side, trying to get a good look at both men. Again using that oh so normal ‘I don’t know what the hell is going on’ face and voice he turned to the nearest one. “What’s going on? What was that sound? It sounded like a gunshot or something…”
Fucking Salvatore… ruining things…
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