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- Posted: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 15:27:19 +0000
ｙｏｕ ｌｅａｒｎ ｔｏ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ．
- Thomas Gabriel Westfall had always hated just about everyone. He found them stupid – and told them that to their face. He’d wound up with bruises in the dozens and broken bones and found that, quite frankly, his opinion hadn’t changed of them. He didn’t get along with people and people didn’t seem inclined to get along with him. Most of his life was that way. He met one man along the way who he got along with well enough. It was no real relationship – he was the adopted child and the mother was not on the list of tolerables so the husband did his best to make up for it by feeding him Batman comics. He’d always loved Batman, even though he knew he was no hero. He liked to think of himself more as the Batman that went wrong. But we’re getting off topic. More affectionately known as Tom, he was very unlikely to befriend anyone at all.
This was what made Lucien Sibrel Serbanescu that much more rare.
He’d known from the moment that he first saw Lucien that he was going to be one of the few. At first, he didn’t quite know how to handle it. Talking to people wasn’t his strong suit - unless he was looking for a fight. But there Lucien was – young, strange, and beautiful. Tom had always found him beautiful. His eyes, his hair, the way he held himself – Tom loved it. And he knew he couldn’t have it – at least not yet. Lucien was seeing someone – a blonde guy in the Police force – and all Tom could do was sit back and wait. Wait and hope that this Elessa person wasn’t a serious lifelong candidate.
And, knowing that pretty head of hair so well, he was absolutely sure he’d seen Lucien entering the Aphorism headquarters. Which was odd. No one stopped him or questioned it, which led Tom to question why exactly that was. There was only really one answer – Lucien had jumped on the Aphorism bandwagon. The building wasn’t huge but it was every ounce the notorious hideout, tucked away in the middle of the city. Tom had always known where it was but he didn’t really care about getting into it. There was nothing worth breaking in to get in his mind. And sure, Red Moon was supposed to be the big bad rival gang, but he’d never really been much of one for team spirit.
It only really took him about ten minutes to find the blind spots in Aphorism’s security cameras and another… eh, maybe three? To figure out how to maneuver over to the building to drop down onto the decks where – bless them – there was no surveillance. Funny, he’d never thought he’d actually want to break into Aphorism. Well, there was a first time for everything.
Getting over to the roof of the building proved the be the hardest part. The buildings had a larger than usual gap between them to help with parking space – ‘Tch, cars…’ – but a set of telephone poles provided him with a little extra leeway and he was able to shimmy up without being sensed by a camera. (This did require a bit of timing because the street was being watched and the top of the pole did come into view on the side when it was turned at the right angle.) Once he’d gotten up onto the lowest balcony, it was easy to climb the rest of the way. He could reach some of the time and when he couldn’t, he had his grappling gun to get himself up. Figuring out which balcony belonged to Lucien was the tricky part. So he simply climbed to the highest balcony and leaned against the wall, right below the camera. Sadly, they hadn’t installed sound recording cameras. Pity for them – it might have been quite a surprise for them to look outside and see a six foot three man simply leaning against the wall with metal railing beneath his feet.
He had Lucien’s number dialed in faster than was probably reasonable. Tom had always been insistent on knowing important phone numbers by the number and not by where the contact was in his phone. (The list ranked Lucien as number one, the library as the second, and his favorite pizza place as the third in case he wanted a delivery.) He waited until he heard the red head’s voice on the other end and grinned. ”Well hello gorgeous.” Tom said, charming as ever. ”I don’t mean to pry but I gotta ask – what floor are you on right now?” Usually, knowing Tom, this was code for “So I’m right outside, right?” and typically meant he wasn't waiting on the curb. It was his way of throwing pebbles at windows to get someone's attention - his method was just a little more extreme than pebbles. Usually, Lucien picked up on the unspoken teasing code and figured it out pretty quickly. ”And yes, before you ask – I know you’re not in RMHQ. ...Are you in the one with the security feed on your balcony?” He sounded incredulous, as if remarking on Aphorism's parenting methods. He tutted his tongue. "Do I need to rescue a prince from his tower?" He said, humor lacing his voice. His black hair whipped around in the wind as he waited.