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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:47 pm
 This Data Log belongs to Ruddypup . Do not post in here unless given permission by the owner of this journal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 2:15 am
General Knowledge
- The ToS rules of Gaia and the Seven of Seven shop apply here.
-- With that in mind: no stealing, abusive language, overly sexual material, etc. etc.
- SoS Admins are allowed to post here.
-- If you would like to make a post, please contact me first.
-- All posts should be IC.
- Keep IC drama IC.
-- Just because my characters don't like your characters, doesn't mean I feel the same way.
-- I do not expect your feelings to be confused with your characters' either.
- These are my characters. I may not own the art (I just lease it), but I own their souls.
-- Please, don't try to take my babies.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:46 pm
 Name: Litural Name Meaning: Unknown; he came with that name, and I can't find it anywhere Parent Sin: Gen 1 Wrath (Shar) Parent Virtue: Gen 1 Chastity (Avis) Age: Young Adult (22 years old) Birthday: Feb. 15th (Aquarius) Hair: Short, somewhat spiky and blonde Eyes: Tri-clops: left eye dark green, right eye light green, middle eye pale blue Height: 6'2" Physique: Long and well built without being overly buff Unique Physical Attributes: - Tri-clop eyes: Lit's third eye at the middle of his forehead doesn't sleep. Always alert, it often seems to have a mind of its own and has a wicked sense of humor. - Horns: Two large black horns curl from his head. He doesn't tend to pay them much mind, but damn they make it hard to brush his hair sometimes. - Dual Set of Wings: Lit has two pairs of functional wings. One is slightly smaller than the other. They started off as pale yellow, but have grown rusty red feathers (he calls them "bloodied") as he's aged. - Red skin: Nothing special, it bleeds just like a normal human's skin. Just the fact that it's red with darker splotches. - Claws: Lit has sharp, black claws on his hands and feet. - Fangs: Lit's canine's are more pointed than a normal person's. Inherited Skills: - From Avis: Immunity against Lust's pheromones (although he's never had a need to use these). Doesn't exactly have a "fear of commitment", but Lit does get uneasy when around others who aren't in committed relationships - especially pregnant teens. He also becomes physically ill if faced with physical affection outside a romantic partnership. - From Shar: Immense strength, able to dull his pain and heal quickly, quick footed. Sexuality: Gay Significant Other: DaneOffspring: None Likes - Cooking: Lit has always enjoyed cooking, and as he's aged this has turned into a passion. - Reading: Mostly cook books and meditation guides, Lit likes furthering his knowledge. - Flying: After being cooped up in a cell for the first few months of his life, Lit prefers being outside in the sky. - Photography: A small hobby he picked up after Dane got him a camera as a gift. He enjoys taking pictures from the air, since how many people do you know can just fly up for a bird's eye view of something? - Bullying(?) people: As a child, Lit got a real kick out of ruffling feathers and starting fights. Now older, and a bit wiser, he understands this isn't the proper thing to do...but that doesn't mean he doesn't like a good fight. Dislikes - Overly affectionate people: Lit doesn't particularly like being touched. Partly from his insane childhood at the facility, partly thanks to Avis's DNA, those who don't heed his warnings are in for a rough ride. - Closed spaces: Again, Lit was kept in a cell in his toddler years. He has a bit of a phobia about being in small rooms, and doesn't like wearing jackets for extended periods of time. - Failure: Lit's a sore loser, plain and simple. Personality: In a nutshell, Lit can be classified as a grouch. He's distrusting of people to start, but with some time warms up enough to not be a total a*****e. However, his trust is very fragile and easily broken. I wouldn't say he's a big softy under that tough-guy shell, but Lit's definitely a little more fractured than your usual Wrath spawn. Theme Song: Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace Speaking Voice: Adam Gontier (TDG lead vocals)
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:48 pm
 Name: Santana Oota-Dabun "DayStar" Age: 27 Sexuality: Straight Gender: Male Genetics: Native "Were" Wolf Hair: White Eyes: Red Skin: Pale; white furred in wolf form Extras: Albino. "True form" is that of a timber wolf, uses "Earth Magic" to take on other, more human forms. Poor eyesight and needs reading glasses. Eyes are also sensitive to bright lights. Personality: Very laid back and down to earth. Takes the world in stride and doesn't get riled up easily. Does have some "alpha male" tendencies, but balances them with meditation. Likes: Full moons, quiet nights, the city (strangely enough) Dislikes: Being fully one form or another (prefers his half-state), sunlight Theme Song: TBA Speaking Voice: Chad Kroeger (Nickleback lead vocals)  Name: Auryn - "Ryn" Age: Child; approximately 7 years old Sexuality: Undecided Gender: Female Genetics: - Sin: Pride - Virtue: Kindness Hair: Dark red, wavy but soft Eyes: Milky pink Skin: Light tan, green and yellow scales Extras: Little wings, stubby tail, slight scaling on shoulders, feet and legs, gray fingers and toes, blind Personality: Caring, sweet, gentle...everything you'd expect out of a Kindness child. But there's that streak of Pride that makes her stubbornly independent and just a little too overconfident in her abilities. Likes: Meeting new people, singing, getting dressed by herself Dislikes: Scratchy fabrics (like burlap), getting her wings stuck in her shirts Theme Song: Break Away - Kelly Clarkson Adult Speaking/Singing Voice: Lady GaGa  Name: Tracy Marshall Age: 24 Sexuality: Straight Gender: Female Genetics: Half-elf Hair: Blue-Gray Eyes: Aqua Skin: Dark mocha Extras: Human mother and elf father. Has lived upstairs from Santana for about a year and a half. Personality: Fairly shy, but warms up well when she finds a comfort zone. Due to a rather unpleasant experience with Lit upon his arrival, she is more than a fearful of the boy. Likes: Good books, candle lit dinners, Santana Dislikes: Big crowds, being alone with Litural Theme Song: TBA Speaking Voice: TBA
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:49 pm
 Name: Dane Relationship: Boyfriend Thoughts: My boyfriend? Yeah, my boyfriend. I like Dane, a lot. That's a new thing for me to express. He makes me happy, though, and hopefully I can work through my "anti-touch" thing with him. Name: Pepper Relationship: Little s**t Head Annoyance Thoughts: Pepper...reminds me too much of me, but more of a brat. Seems he's turning into Auryn's best friend, though, and that bothers me. A lot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:54 pm
Litrual sat, all three eyes narrowed considerably, staring at the door to his "bedroom", which really was just a nice way of Them saying "cell". He was back in the straight jacket, an industrial one this time it seemed, for he'd made his gums bleed trying to bite through the straps that held his arms in place. They had even remembered to tie down his wings and he shifted uncomfortably as the bandages prickled his feathers. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything by himself. He just sat until a nurse of some sort brought him food and water, or when they came to let him out to "play," which consisted of running around a bullet-proof glass room for 15 minutes twice a day. On the first day he'd popped the basketball, bent the hoop, and thoroughly scratched up that shield that kept him from totally destroying everyone. On the second day, he'd managed to bite an orderly as they tried to restrain him for the jacket.
He felt a growl swelling up in his throat as he saw a shadow pass by the small window looking into his room. Someone was coming...and the only thing that kept him from completely lashing out was the hope it was someone with food. His third eye was wide in alarm, wild like a mad dog, as a set of eyes appeared, looking at him through the glass. They seemed worried, which didn't disrupt Litrual one bit. Most people were concerned when they knew that they had to deal with him. When the second set appeared, these eyes much more stern and not afraid, and Litural then knew this was no food run. The rumble deepened in his chest, lips pulled back from his teeth in a broken snarl. The door began to open, and it was obvious things in his life were about to change. Again.
"Are they sure this is a good idea?"
As they entered, Litrual noticed this voice belonged to the first set of eyes that had peered into his room. A doctor of some sort -- they both were it seemed -- wearing almost identical white coats that hung down to their shins.
"It's either this or he's destroyed. And they won't let the money and time put into him be wasted," responded the other, sounding almost bitter.
Litrual didn't like either of them...he didn't like the coats. The coats usually meant they were going to stick him with something and then he'd wake up later not remembering anything that happened since. He struggled in his jacket, feeling a deep, burning growl from within his chest. His eyes deepened in their colors; the two greens becoming almost muddy looking as red tinged the rims, while the bright blue one on his forehead turned purple.
"I don't like this," said the first doctor, shying away.
"Oh, stop being a wuss...he can't break this jacket," hissed the second, taking a capped needle out of his pocket.
Litrual lunged forward, snapping his jaws and roaring in anger as his attacker approached him, uncapping the syringe of clear liquid and pressing the air out. "We just have to get this over with. You know why they sent you here! Do your job!"
They really should have invested in a muzzle for him. Litrual only continued to growl and snap as they advanced further, his teeth clicking together sharply while he tried to attack the one with the needle. So preoccupied, he didn't see the other doctor suddenly grab his one side and overturned him, his left two wings bending awkwardly as his face was pressed into the floor. He could feel the needle emptying into his arm as they held him there, his vision blurring until he was seeing double, then triple...then nothing. Only his third eye remained aware, but half lidded in a drug induced state of vague recognition.
"Man, that eye gives me the creeps," said the second doctor, getting up off the floor.
The first man was only silent, looking dejected and lost as they picked up the little boy - for that's really all he was, a little boy - and carried him out of the room.
"They found him just...running wild?" Santana asked disbelievingly, his ears laying back into his hair as he looked through the small pamphlet of paperwork that he'd been given upon arriving at Seven of Seven.
The therapist sitting across from him nodded solemnly, shifting the glasses on her face as she responded.
"We'd heard about mayhem being caused locally, but we assumed it was just an imp or some other delinquent. This is Gaia; after all, there are plenty of people out there to cause mischief. When we attempted to contact the former guardian for a routine check-up, we were informed the phone had been disconnected and the power shut off." She paused a moment, glancing through her own folder of information about the subject.
"When an agent was sent out to the home, we found it wrecked and abandoned. We can only imagine the damage had been done by the child, but who could blame him?" The woman glanced up over the rim of her glasses at Santana, her eyes seeming so sad. "After all, he'd been left to his own devices and discarded. They found the child a few days later wandering the streets. We assume the previous parent lost control of him and simply...left."
"That's no reason to abandon a child," Santana muttered darkly, shaking his head.
Litrual, the paper had said, was a half-angel of Chasity and half-demon of Wrath. No wonder he'd gone off on the world.
There was a slight knock on the door, and both of them glanced up at the ward who stood in the archway. "He's ready," the man said importantly, before disappearing down the hall.
"Just remember...Litrual is considered very dangerous," the therapist explained as she lead Santana towards the meeting room. "His Wrath side has all but taken over. We have extreme measures for dealing with such issues, but it is for his safety as much as it is for ours, so please don't be alarmed by what is ahead."
Santana nodded as they stopped before a door, and already he could feel it. A strong presence on the other side, seething with anger and hate and...sadness. An utter sadness that only seemed to feed the Wrath. The woman nodded her head once, and then turned the doorknob.
When the door was opened for him, Santana couldn't believe what he saw. A young boy, barely more than a baby, bound in a straight jacket that was chained to the wall. He seemed disoriented, as if waking from sleep, all three of his eyes groggy and blinking in the light of the room, separately but in order. There was a growl in the little one's throat, but it waxed and waned as he stirred.
The woman sighed, sounding so disappointed. "They had to drug him again," she explained, before turning to Santana...her face almost desperate. "I know I'm not supposed to pressure you. He is an extremely special case, and we don't want anyone jumping in just because they want to save him...but you are his last hope."
"What do you mean?" Santana asked, going over to the child.
For a moment, Litrual seemed to have some life to him: his blue eye popped open and a sharp hiss came from his mouth, but it was fleeting, and as quickly as it came on, he was back into his stupor. Santana touched his hair slightly, wondering what could happen to such a young creature to make them like this.
"We've been through several applicants already, Mr. DayStar," the therapist said, looking sadly at the boy. "If you don't take him...they'll have him destroyed."
"No!" Santana nearly shouted, standing up abruptly with his ears erect and his tail bristling. "That's not right!"
"What else can they do?" she responded, almost sounding angry herself. "Litrual is quickly becoming too much of a liability. He's bitten two nurses and a doctor, not to mention taken shots at just about everyone who comes close to him, including myself!" She seemed to be seething but after a moment, as if realizing what she was doing, the woman composed herself. She looked at the child, a curiousness about her...adding a quick note to her paperwork before looking back at Santana.
"Like I said, Mr. DayStar. You are under no obligations to take this child...but I ask you, please consider it. He wouldn't be released to you in this state. You will have many, many safe meetings with the boy here, at our facility, to allow him to gain trust in you.
"Also, from what I've observed, a great deal of his actions are done simply to gain attention. If he were a normal little boy, these would be nothing more than temper tantrums and regular acting out. However, because he is a special creature, his reactions are much more dramatic. If someone would just...take care of him, he'd be a much easier case to handle."
Santana had settled himself, wondering what had caused such an outburst from him - that wasn't his nature at all - and listened intently as the woman spoke. Sure, it could all be a lie...who knew. But as Santana looked down at the toddler, bound and drugged like a wild animal, he realized he didn't really care whether it was true or not.
"I'll do it," he said definitely, looking up at the therapist with a definitive intent in his eyes that didn't cause her to question him. She smiled, if a little warily, and motioned towards the door.
"Let's get that paperwork started then, shall we?" she said, her voice trembling with emotion as they both exited the room.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:17 am
Santana signed in at the front desk, leaving his jacket and personal belongings with the receptionist...and wishing he could leave the uneasiness in his stomach there too. It was his first visit back to the facility since meeting Litural and to say he was nervous would have been an understatement. He wasn't sure exactly how this was going to go. The last time he'd met the boy, he'd been drugged beyond being coherent. The wolf-man was sure his new charge wouldn't be able to recognize him.
He had received a badge the day he'd adopted Litural, and after flashing it at several technicians, was escorted down locked halls to a room that reminded Santana tragically of a cell. The small window on the front was barred, the door locked by three different types of security measures.
"Is this really needed?" Santana asked, worry in his voice as the tech went through the motions of unlocking the door.
The tech looked at him, slight disbelief in his eyes. "Have you met this kid?" he asked, a little sharply. "I've put in two separate requests to have more locks put on his door."
Santana frowned, resisting the urge to shake his head as the last lock clicked open. The tech pulled the door open, standing clear out of the way, and already Santana could hear the child inside. The growls, the straining against his bondage...
At least this time, Litural was awake.
Santana took a deep breath, and walked through the door...jumping as the tech slammed it shut behind him. When he glanced over his shoulder, he wasn't surprised to see the other man peering curiously though the window. Like he was expecting the child to break his bonds and tear the wolf-man to shreds at any moment.
This was a new situation. Litural wasn't sure on how to deal with the new man...animal...looking person before him. He'd grown cunning out on the streets and in his time back into the facility. New people needed to be assessed in order to determine what use to him they could be. And if they were of no use - or worse yet a threat - then they were to be dealt with in the manner most suiting.
The large man, white beyond white with red eyes, stayed by the door for a moment. He didn't seem afraid of Lit so much as cautious and this bothered the boy. When they were afraid, they were easier to deter from touching him.
"I don't think you remember me, do you?" the man asked, his voice even and non-threatening. Litural didn't make any movement to answer. No, he didn't remember...why should he? No one like him worked at this prison. The man sighed some, pointed ears laying flat into his white hair. When he shifted, Litural began to growl...stay away...but all the other did was slide to the ground, sitting crossed-legged against the door.
"I'm not here to hurt you..." Santana started.
"Liar!" Litural suddenly blurted out, immediately shrinking back. Santana sighed again, watching the boy. He was so young...who'd hurt him so badly? At least he could talk.
"I know what they do to you here," he said solemnly, taking a different approach. "And I don't think it's right. You're not a wild animal, you're a boy...you deserve to be treated like one." The child just watched him and seeing that he wasn't going to be shouted at again, Santana continued.
"I want to get you out of here. No more chains, no more drugs."
"No more jacket?" Lit asked quietly but with interest, a little glimmer of something sinister in the eye on his forehead.
Santana paused. He had to pick his words carefully. "But we've gotta be a team in this. You've gotta work with me, and if you do that, then yes. No more jacket."
Litural's eyes, all three, widened drastically with that blue one seeming even more eager than the rest. Santana wasn't sure if he liked that. This boy knew things...knew how to be deceptive. He was really going to have to keep on his toes.
"I'd really like to get you out of that thing now, but I don't have the clearance to do that yet," he said with a roll of his eyes. It was his child now, gods be damned, he should be allowed to let him out and interact.
"However," Santana continued, noticing the child had slumped some. "If these meetings continue to go well, they'll let you out. And if you continue to behave, they won't make you go back into it again when I'm not around."
Lit's eyes weren't looking at him...well, the basic two weren't. The top one hadn't left him since he'd entered the room. But the main pair of eyes were off to the side, considering.
"Eventually, I'll get you out of here all together. You'll come home with me. My house isn't big, but we'll both fit."
There was a rapping at the door. The tech from earlier peered into the room, then lifted his arm, pointing to a non-existent watch on his wrist. Santana sighed some, shaking his head before turning to Lit.
"I suppose that means time's up." The albino man stood, dusting off his pants. "Keep what I said in mind, Lit. The better you respond to them, the less they'll treat you like a monster and the more you'll be allowed to do. Take care, okay? I'll be back in a day or two to see you again."
He offered a smile, waving his hand before going to open the door. When it didn't budge, he gave a frustrated sigh and knocked. The locked clicked, and the door slowly opened. Santana glanced back and waved, then left.
Litural watched the door for a long time, even after it had shut. He shifted, wincing when the jacket caught awkwardly on one of his wings.
"No more jacket," he said to himself, glancing around at the stupid thing. That'd be nice...and once he was out, he could run away again. This time he'd go further away. Somewhere they wouldn't be able to find him. And then he'd really be free. He smiled, a devilish grin that made all three eyes narrow with satisfaction.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 10:13 pm
Litural sat in his room, examining his claws. They needed to be trimmed, he decided, especially the ones of his toes. He was sick of hearing them drag around on the floor when he walked. He glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall, and though was unable to tell the actual time, he knew it was getting close. The man had drawn a paw print near a symbol he'd been told was the number "five", and explained that when the big hand pointed straight up and the little hand pointed to the paw print, that was when Santana would come to see him.
They'd been going like this for weeks now. Every few days, Santana would come and visit. They'd sit and talk, mostly the man to the boy, encouraging Lit to be good and continue to behave so that they could get him out of here.
He had to admit, it was working. Santana had once said to him it was easier to lure flies with honey - "I mean it's easier to get what you want when you're nice," he had needed to explain - and it appeared he was right. At first it had been hard to convince the techs he wasn't going to bite them again...but now he had just about all the free reign of a regular child. They only made him put on cuffs when they transported him, and even then not all the techs followed through with protocol. Mostly the new ones who hadn't really witnessed Litural's past outbursts.
There was a knock on the door, and after the click of the lock, Santana poked his head in.
"Hey there, Lit. How ya doing today?" he said with a smile, shutting the door behind him. They didn't lock it now when Santana came for a visit.
"Hi," Lit said with a slight smile that on his face looked more like a grin. He waved a bit, standing up and heading over to the man. "Good," he said in response to the question asked of him, now noticing that his guardian had paperwork in his hand.
"What's that?"
Santana glanced down at the paperwork, smiling a bit. This was it. This was the test of their relationship. If he could get Lit to start learning his numbers and letters...then they'd let him go home.
"Remember how I was telling you the other day we'd get to learn about the alphabet soon?" Santana said, going to sit at the small, plain table they'd bolted to the floor. The chairs were chained to the legs...they were giving him liberties, but they weren't being stupid.
Litural nodded, following behind him. Santana made the note to get his nails trimmed before he left...they way they dragged on the floor made his skin crawl.
"Well, this is it. Think we can give it a try? I haven't had to do this kind of stuff in a while, but I think we can get it done." He looked up at Lit hopefully. The boy glanced down at the paperwork, his third eye narrowed distastefully. Well, at least one of them didn't like it.
"Come on, we'll give it a shot. You learn this, you'll be able to read and tell time all by yourself," Santana's voice was encouraging, pointing to the first letter.
"'A'. Not a hard one. Makes an "ah" or an "aye" sound. Wanna try that?"
Litural didn't seem impressed as he looked at the paper, tilting his head curiously.
"A," he stated, his voice sounding stubborn.
"Yeah, you got it. Now, letters make up words. Like the letter 'A'...it's the first letter in the word 'apple'."
Santana took one of the pencils he'd been given and drew a rather...round looking apple. He wrinkled his nose a bit, glancing up at the boy with a grin.
"Well, it's supposed to be an apple." For emphasis, he wrote the word under his attempt at the fruit. "Wanna say that one for me?"
"Apple," Lit said as he sat down next to him. Again, he seemed unimpressed.
Santana pondered a bit. This was going to be a long lesson if he didn't get the boy's interest.
"Here, let's try something else." He wrote his name on the paper. "S-A-N-T-A-N-A. That spells my name, 'Santana'. Do you know how to spell your name?" Litural shook his head. "Then let's teach you. "Litural". You can say it, right?"
The boy smiled a bit. "Litural," he said, sounding almost proud. Santana grinned.
"Awesome. So let's spell it. Here, you take this pencil and write like I do," and he held out a pencil towards the boy.
Lit looked at the pencil with interest, and reached up to take it. Santana watched with piqued interest. "Lit," he said slowly. "Do you always use that hand?"
Lit stopped mid-grab, looking up a little worried. He looked at his hand, then back to Santana, and nodded.
Santana tried to think back. He'd never really noticed it before, but the few times they'd played catch out in the playpen, or whenever Litural ate...he used the same hand. And not the same hand that Santana used.
"You're left handed," Santana said with a grin, lightly pressing the pencil into the child's fingers; Lit's grip was awkward around the odd shape.
"That bad?" Lit asked cautiously, looking at his hand. His nails obviously didn't help him hold onto the foreign object.
"Not at all. I just never noticed it before. Actually, it's pretty cool." Santana chuckled a bit despite himself, reaching out to carefully place the child's fingers around in the correct position. "We'll get those nails trimmed before I leave today," he offered with a smile. "Your toe nails too."
Lit looked up at him, apparently amazed. He smiled, and nodded, settling himself to sit like Santana.
The wolf man smiled, nodding his head. "All right, let's do this. Litural. L...down, and over. Kind of like a foot, ya see? And that's a capital letter, but we'll get into those later. Now, an I is simple cause it's just a straight line..."
So it went. They worked on learning to spell names and many different words. In the process, Santana taught him his numbers.
"My name has two N's and two A's...do you know how many letters that makes?"
"Four," Lit said, his tone very matter of fact, writing the number on his paper. He liked this counting stuff. He looked up at Santana, a warm smile on his face. It felt good to learn. All this stuff he'd be able to utilize later on in life...maybe sooner than later, if he managed to run away successfully.
Santana smiled and nodded his head. "You're going great with this, Lit...really great."
Lit noticed Santana glance back behind him, and the younger boy followed the gaze. There were several pairs of eyes watching through the window in his door. It made him angry to see them there, and he growled a little in his throat. They were still treating him like a science experiment...even if that's what he was at the start, he had clearly evolved beyond the point of a petree dish.
"Come on now, Lit," the man beside him said cautiously. "None of that. They're just seeing how you behave today."
Lit looked back at the wolfish man, turning on what little charm he managed to cultivate. "I wanna go home with you," he murmured, two main eyes pleading while the third still looked a little angry. He'd yet to learn how to make all three eyes behave the same way on complete command.
Santana smiled at him, glancing back at the door. When Lit looked again also, the faces disappeared for a moment. Finally, the door creaked open a bit, and a man in a white coat stepped into the room.
He seemed a little nervous as he adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat before looking at the two.
"After extensive observation and testing, it have become obvious to us that the subject Litural has improved his behavior. Today's learning lesson have confirmed this as fact. In light of this, it has been agreed upon to allow the child to return back to Mr. Day-Star's residence to live." He nodded some, looking down at his paperwork. "You are to required gather Litural's belongings and exit the facility immediately. Have a good day."
The tech left, and Lit sat stunned for a moment. Really? Really? He got to leave today? Without a jacket or drugs or anything? He looked up at Santana, eyes blinking...first the two, then the one.
"Honest?" he said. Santana grinned and nodded, gathering up the paperwork.
"Honest, Lit. They're not foolin'. You've been improving like crazy, and did such an an awesome job today that we get to go home." The man looked around the room, then down at Lit. "Not really anything we need to get together, huh?"
Lit smirked, looking around. Yeah...nothing here he wanted to bring out with him. Nothing here that he ever wanted to see ever again.He shook his head, standing up...letting his wings flex as Santana also stood.
"Let's go," he said to his guardian with a smile, following behind Santana as the man lead him out of the cell, leaving the facility for good.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 8:15 pm
The First Encounter - Lit attacks Tracy
"I'm just gonna be out for a couple of hours, Lit. But Tracy from upstairs - you remember Tracy. She's really nice - is going to come down and watch you. Just behave while I'm gone, ok?" Santana was getting ready for work. He'd taken a few days off while Lit got settled into the house, and now it was time for everyone to get used to the regular way things worked.
Lit sat on the sofa in their living room, watching his guardian with mild interest. He did indeed remember Tracy, their neighbor from the next floor up. A tall woman with dark hair and skin, she had been over to their house many times...making two things very obvious to Lit. Number one: Santana liked her. A lot. And she very much liked Santana. Number two, and perhaps more importantly: she was afraid of Lit. Which meant despite the fact she wouldn't look him straight in the eye, she would watch Litural for a while because you do favors for people you like.
It made him grin. It was perfect, and he'd been waiting for a moment like this. Santana was strong, and Lit would never be able to take the man on himself. But this woman, this Tracy...she was someone he could handle. And once Santana was gone, Litural would definitely make his move.
The doorbell rang, and both the man and the child looked up suddenly. "Great, she's here," Santana said with a smile, running a hand through his hair before going to answer the door.
"Hey! Thanks so much for watching Lit for me while I work," Santana said as the door opened, letting the
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:25 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 3:28 am
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