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Jan 6 2018, 01:26 AM
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<I>March 7th (Tuesday), 2017</I><BR><BR>
The wrapping paper crinkles as he tucks the flat-ish object under his arm, carefully and curling his fingers under the bottom to support it rather than squeezing his elbow in, so that he can knock. One foot taps and his free arm swings as he waits for an answer, staring unfocused at the bottom of the door. He counts the seconds in his head to determine how long it has been between knocks, not wanting to deceive himself into being impatient - knocking again before he ha given a polite enough amount of time for a response.<BR><BR>
Luc raises his hand to repeat the act and is in between the first and second raps when the knob turns and his fist is left hanging in the air for a fraction of a second. He looks down at the dark-haired girl that appears in the freshly opened doorway. “Hi, can I…?”
She stops herself when she sees who it is. “Oh. It’s you.”
Luc blinks rapidly. What sort of greeting is that? Though he supposes he probably deserves it after the way he had shown up at Jaime’s home the last time, hopped up on so much Red Bull more caffeine traveled his veins than blood. “Hey. Is Jaime home?”
he asks, trying to smile. He has already surmised that this is Milagro, Jaime’s little sister, and instinct tells him that he wants her to like him. Though apparently he had made enough of a lasting impression already and it is unclear whether that was good or bad.<BR><BR>
She is stepping aside to leave him in the house, at least, as she answers. “Yup. He is in his room.”
Milagro grins, clearly amused by the blank and searching stare she gets from her brother’s friend before she points him in the right direction. And she seems pleased when there is no complaints raised as she follows him.<BR><BR>
Luc assumes that is what it is. He is preoccupied with trying not to appear as uncomfortable as he is feels this is. This is his first time actually inside
Jaime’s home and he is trying not to awkwardly gaze around at the place. His curiosity beckons him to do so but that seems rude. What is the protocol for showing up at a friend’s place uninvited, especially if you had never been there before? For all the debate on how to announce himself, however, Milagro beats him to it as she squeezes past to burst into Jaime’s room without so much as a warning.<BR><BR> “Jaime! Your friend is here! Why is his hair pink?”
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Oct 26 2017, 01:25 PM
March 18th, 2017
Wally and Artemis are out on their little weekend vacation so Luc is taking the opportunity to replenish their supply of frozen, ready to heat meals. Between Wally not being a stupendous cook even with his tutelage and the ‘family’ as a whole living busy lives it is so much easier - faster and safer - to have stuff on hand that can be simply tossed in the microwave of preheated oven. And all of Luc’s preparations have certainly saved the couple on take out. And he does not mind. His godmother had passed her love of cooking onto him andLuc likes to make himself useful. Taking care of people, helping out when not under the guise of his hero persona, helps him feel as though he is making up for being a general pain in the ass.
That being said, he was not expecting company. He was supposed to have the apartment to himself while his ‘dad’ and girlfriend were away. That is why he chose this time to get things done; less distraction and less of Wally pinching bites and whole servings of what is cooking. Yet the teen is popping a batch of cooled and stored meals into the freezer when the door bursts open, quickly followed by a boisterous voice that can be easily be heard over the music playing across the apartment. (Luc hates the quiet…)
He sighs softly and shuts the freezer door, closing his eyes and willing on an extra layer of calm. It is uncommon for a speedster to display the level of chill that Luc has accomplished, and we are not going to say that it is easy to maintain, but it is necessary. And it is not that he does not like Bart. He likes and loves him just fine - he is family, after all. Their dynamic in this point in the timeline is just...different and Luc is very aware of the fact that Bart does not seem to care much for him.
“Wally and Artemis are away for the weekend,” he informs his cousin as he steps back to the stove to tend to the chicken sizzling in the pan. “So it is just me here.” Sorry to disappoint, Bart, he thinks to himself somewhat bitterly. He really should be used to people not liking him. That is the goal of his whole adopted attitude, after all. But nobody likes to be disliked, to feel alone, and that goes double when it involves family. And Bart was always his friend, his mentor, a pillar in his life while he was growing up. So this is hard for him, harder than he likes to leave on.Artiel
Apr 7 2017, 11:38 AM
February 25th, 2017
The nightmares had started a couple nights ago; and they were relentless. Some of it was pickings from his memories - horrors from the wars, recollections of places and faces and families or recent events - often mixed with his fears. For most bad dreams are just that, dreams. Residing in the mind and bringing restlessness and terror to the dreamer but going no further. For Luc, who unable to exert any real control over his mind in his unconscious slumber, however, they are a good deal more troublesome than that. Under the influence of strong, dream induced emotions the teen’s powers lash out, without direction.
And Luc does not even realize he is causing harm until he wakes or is woken up. Wally shook him awake the last time, the kid rising with a start and nearly cracking the other sleepy speedster in the head with his own.
If he was home, a speedster strength sedative would do the trick, knock him out so cold he would have no sense left to dream about anything at all. But he is far from home and those conveniences. He never meant or wanted to bring any aggravation or disturbance into Artemis’ and Wally’s home, not after they were nice enough to leave him stay here, extending kindnesses he had not expected.
So while Wally hugged him close until he calmed and regained composure, the glow leaving his eyes and his powers back under his control, Luc decided he will just not sleep. He is not sure how long he can be a self-imposed insomniac; he will remain awake for as long as it takes, he guesses. What other choice does he have? Every time he closes his eyes and falls asleep the nightmares come back. And with the nightmares he just becomes a nuisance.
So awake he will stay!
The first day he was fine, going strong. A speedster can forgo sleep for longer than the average human being and Luc was not much of an exception. He remained awake for the rest of that night and then all that day and the following night. But by morning...by morning he was feeling the effects of his prolonged abstinence from indulging in sleep. Glorious, glorious sleep with his head on a soft pillow and all snuggled down into…
Nope! Luc dozed off for just a few minutes with the result of cracking the plate in his hands in half. It was the motivation he needed to find a solution to his exhaustion.
He turns to Red Bull energy drinks after that and they help. For the most part. Only they make his head crazy, his impulses become unruly and he can hardly restrain himself from bouncing off the walls. And even then, while fighting the level of boredom that can only one whose thoughts move as fast as someone like him can experience, he has to fight the pull exhaustion has on him.
He cannot do this himself. He needs help. He needs a distraction. He needs…
Fifteen minutes later and he is standing in front of his friend’s front door, realizing that he forgot to call ahead. Showing up unannounced, especially when you know you are going to be a nuisance and be asking a lot from someone, is unacceptable. He is here already, though, he thinks to himself as he paces back and forth with a Red Bull in his hand. He is downing the rest of what is in the can as his shaky fingers retrieve his phone and he finds Jaime’s number. It takes him two tries to hit the damn number before he is crushing the cell between his ear and shoulder. Obviously his hands are busy fishing another drink out of his bag.
Luc is bouncing on his toes when his friend answers the phone, practically vibrating as he pops the top on the energy drink. He tries to slow himself down but the words end up coming out in a rush regardless of his efforts. “Jaime!”
he practically shouts for no reason. “Hey, areyoubusyIcouldreallyuseyourhelp.”
. He is pacing again, moving from running his agitated fingers through his hair to clutching his phone, heart crashing around in his chest in a mad race against nothing. “What? OhI’mrightoutside. Surprise!”Nyte
Mar 12 2017, 06:00 PM
February 15th, 2017
A couple days ago everything had just stopped. No more rumbles. No more crazy events. No more portals which means no way home. Anything left on either side of the doorways that do not belong there are stuck. That means people too. Luc is officially stranded here in the past and everything feels more foreign to him than they had days ago when his stay had only been temporary. He feels more out of place than he ever has.
Yesterday had been Valentine’s Day and Luc had made it a planned point to stay away from the apartment to give Artemis and Wally time to themselves. He does not want to interfere with their lives moving on and he has work to do anyway. He has not given up yet on getting back home.
He has pretty much holed himself away with the available data and information,the pages organized across the floor of his loaned room at the mountain. He leaves only to consult the Titans’ computer for this or that. Though the situation seems hopeless. Luc is no portal mechanic, by any stretch, and the reality of his current situation has made him that much more depressed. Which obviously he is doing his absolute best to hide.
Luc had fallen asleep on the floor last night while staring at a printed document and doodling in the corner absently. He is awoken by a knock on the door which brings him around with a start, the pages scattering with a small burst of probability energy. “Huh?” he utters hoarsely, disoriented for a moment as he sits up and runs his fingers through disheveled pink hair.
The knock comes again and he drags himself to his feet with a grumble. He opens the door, rubbing a green eye (forgetting about blue contacts or covering his freckles) and dressed in yesterday’s clothes, shirt wrinkled. “Jaime?” He sounds surprised to see him. “Something wrong?” He tries to suppress a yawn as he leans against the doorframe. Nyte
Mar 12 2017, 11:02 AM
February 5th, 2017
Luc has the few things belonging to him packed neatly in a large duffel he had borrowed with most of his artsy things assembled carefully in his backpack. His hands and mind already yearn to pull his sketchbook out and bury themselves in parchment and graphite while waiting for his ‘Aunt’ to pick him up. But she should not be long and Luc does not want to have to fit everything back in again; he had been rather meticulous to begin with and does not wanna test his luck with the paint tubes.
Artemis had invited him to stay with her and Wally while he is here in their timeline. That was a couple days ago - in that time she was sure to have told Wally - and she had called earlier to confirm when she would get here. Luc had told her he could meet her in Gateway or even her place if she wanted, he did not need an escort. However, she more or less insisted on showing up. Figuring it has something to do with her guilt over the whole convoluted situation, the kid decided not to press it.
He is just not all that good at sitting still, whether he is meant to wait an hour or five minutes. In the past couple minutes he had done quite a bit of pacing before opting to air against the wall. Before long the pen he keeps in the pocket of his jacket (next to him) is between his fingers and a couple of spins later he is sketching on his forearm, for the lack of another surface: a flower, a dog staring out a window...nothing too detailed but enough to keep him occupied and motionless.
Time leaves the realm of his conscious thought until the sound of the zeta machine powering up echoes in the hall, followed quickly by Artemis’ name being announced. Luc replaces the pen cap, which he had unwittingly been chewing on, and the writing utensil back into the pocket as he is getting back to his feet. “Hey,” he greets, moving to put his jacket on.Pherla