You could be my luck

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac, Marius, Cosette, Joly, Max, and other invited (or uninvited guests)
What| Courfeyrac brings home a stray. Later, the campers gather to watch the nightly soap opera on the projection screen.
Where| 4th floor, near the mammals
When| Week 2, after this & this.
Warnings/Notes| N/A?  No tagging order, make your own threads if you want.  Let's make new CR and tag around!

Courfeyrac was waiting in the hallway outside of the mammal exhibit with his new acquaintance, X5-452, knocking out a pattern on the wall.  It wasn't any sort of standard pattern, but it would be recognizable to the people he hoped were still camped out around the corner as a sign that the approaching footsteps were his and not someone coming to kill them all.  

He waited for a response for several seconds before repeating the knocking, then, becoming eager, he called out to the campers in French, "You must answer when I knock, otherwise I will think you are dead.  Fools."

Comments

uninvited guest, hope this is okay

[wantwhatiwant]

Staying on the same floor the whole time was probably not smart, so Ian tried his best to move around. Of course the elevators weren't smart either so he moved rarely.

And so he had found his way to the fourth floor, he was creeping along quietly, lazer pointer being used as a torch again, though he tried to muffle the light with his hand as best as he could.

He heard voices and turned the light off. Sneaking closer, trying to work out where they were and how many people there were. And if he had any chance of getting off this floor without bumping into them.

8] yes good

[libertin]

For his part, Courfeyrac had heard nothing coming from the hall. The only sounds he could make out were those coming from the camp, the overly loud conversations that he both enjoyed and wished would pipe down. They were conflicting notions, the desire to be social and the desire to be silent and live another day. From his perch near the mammoth display, he hissed at them to keep quiet, casting his eyes down the hall.

Vaguely, he thought he caught a glimpse of something glowing and red in the darkness. He squinted and strained a moment, seeing nothing but black.

[wantwhatiwant]

He heard a noise and froze, keeping the light off for now, peering through the darkness. He wasn't sure where the noise had come from exactly and he continued creeping, ready in case anyone jumped out at him, remembering what had happened with Wyatt.

[libertin]

It was moment like these when he wished the allusions to his catlike nature were more factually correct. He'd have given anything to see in the dark, if only so he could alleviate the sneaking worry in his mind. He debated it in his head a moment, whether or not it would be safe to leave their camp and wander into the hallway alone.

At last, he made up his mind and slowly left the campsite, keeping his back against the wall as he unknowingly approached Ian.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian continued creeping forwards and almost got too close to the figure coming the other way. He took in a gasp of air and took a step back, hands curling into fists in case he had to fight.

[libertin]

That gasp was enough to scare the living daylights out of Courfeyrac and he staggered backward quickly, knowing full well that whatever cover he had was blown.

"Who goes there?" He called out, once he figured he was a safe enough distance away from whoever it was. He spoke in English, though his accent was strong and his voice was hoarse with fright.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian stood his ground and switched on the laser pointer again now that he had been discovered. "Name's Ian."

He recognised the accent, but the voice wasn't Marius. "I'm not going to hurt you if you don't stab me first alright."

[libertin]

He repeated the name under his breath. It was unfamiliar to him and he was unsure if he should chance trusting the stranger. The other options, attacking or running, were equally unappealing, however.

"I have no intentions of stabbing anybody." He paused, licked his lips. "I am Courfeyrac. What are your intentions here?"

[wantwhatiwant]

"Also not stabbing anyone." He shrugged and blinked at the name. Not even attempting to copy the pronunciation. "I was just looking for somewhere new to hide, didn't want to stay in one place."

[libertin]

He felt tempted to declare this wing of the building occupied and turn the young man away. It was the safest option, the most intelligent one, even. But he wanted to study this stranger further.

"You have found a very good place to hide. There are building materials here." He was referring to the bones.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian turned to look around around, he guessed that you could build with what was here, though he wasn't sure what you would want to build here, it wasn't like shelter was needed.

"You made a den or something?"

[libertin]

A den was an understatement. What had started out as a simple tent and stack of supplies had transformed under Max's guidance into a fortification that would have made the National Guard quake in their boots.

"You are very near to our barricade."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Barricade?" Ian whistled, impressed. "Shit, there many of you holed up here?"

[saisamour]

Marius was in a daze, or at least more than usual, from the lack of sleep that he refused to acknowledge. But whenever he drifted off he would see a vision of a needle injecting into Cosette's frail arm, filling her veins with poison. He could hear her screams of torment and pain, and he would snap awake cold and trembling and terrified.

So he chose to stay awake. And because he had been forcing himself to keep his eyes open despite their heaviness, he would fail to spot anyone who would leap up from the shadows, much less the faint hint of a laser pointer, from the wall he was curled up against near their camp-site.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian kept the light low and frowned as it ran across a figure. He crept towards them, ready for it to be a trick. And blinked as he shone the light towards their face. "Marius?"

[saisamour]

Marius squeezed his eyes closed in response to the sudden red light, and he rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand before slowly prying them open. It was only the familiarity of the voice that prevented him from calling for help, truthfully, and when the blurs faded from his sight his eyes grew round in recognition.

"Ian!" He slapped his hand over his mouth, realizing that he had all but shouted the boy's name in his surprise and relief. And, in a lower voice now that still possessed a mild tremble at the end, "Forgive me; you had me startled."

[wantwhatiwant]

"Shhhh" Ian looked around, expecting to be attacked but when no one seemed to be drawn towards the shout he relaxed a little bit. "What are you doing? You're a sitting duck here."

He bites his tongue before he asks if Marius wants to get himself killed, because he's not sure he will like the answer.

[saisamour]

A short silence passed between them, with Marius furrowing his brow as if encountering trouble on how to explain himself, before deciding on, "Having a rest."

It was not entirely false, either; he had to admit to himself that he was tired, but sleep was far bloodcurdling than anything that awaited him in his waking moments. He gave Ian a look of general confusion. "Is there someone you are seeking here?"

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian nodded, "Place isn't really... hidden." He pointed out, but sat next to Marius anyways. He doubted the guy would try to kill him, and if he did, well Ian was pretty certain he could take him.

"I was just looking for somewhere new to hide. But company that isn't going to stab me would be cool."

[saisamour]

Despite himself, a tired, tiny smile crossed Marius's face. "Company that will not stab you is what I can offer, if you will have it."

He shifted his position so that he sat up straighter, shaking his head a little to force himself to stay awake, pay attention, to both Ian and his surroundings. "It is not hidden but I am not unprotected."

His friends from Paris were nearby after all; besides, he trusted Ian enough not to search for and attack them.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Well I can offer more protection." In exchange for company, the arena wasn't so shit if you weren't alone.

He went to sit next to Marius looking around to see if he could find any of his other protectors, since he assumed Marius meant others and not that he could protect himself.

"I wanted to talk to you anyways."

[saisamour]

His eyes grew round in the usual way they did when he was caught off-guard, or perplexed. He was silent for a few brief seconds, wondering what it was that Ian wished to speak with him about, but he could think of nothing in particular.

He canted his head to one side, almost imperceptibly. "Come, you can tell me; I will listen."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian got comfortable and was quiet for a moment, because he had no idea how to start this. He had had very few friends, and the few times he had ever confronted Lip about girlfriends it had ended in them punching each other.

He wouldn't risk losing his temper. "It's about Eponine." He told him finally, and waited, wanting to see what kind of reaction that got before continuing.

[saisamour]

Marius remained wide-eyed and mildly puzzled until the words left Ian's lips, or specifically the name. His face fell, his eyes reflexively averted, his body tensed.

He was still rather disconcerted with the memory of her advances towards him during the district tour, and it likewise took him a moment to finally ask, "W-What of her?"

[wantwhatiwant]

He noticed the change in body posture and took a moment before he spoke again, "You do know she likes you right? I mean. I know you are married and everything but you did actually notice... right?"