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Post by Creo Lockhart on Jul 17, 2015 2:48:49 GMT
He, well, he didn't have an answer for it. Really, he wished he did- god, he wished he did, because it'd been the question tainting his mind for weeks, months even. Why did he take Beth in? Why did he ever even offer his assistance in the first place? It wasn't like him then, and he hasn't been himself ever since. He'd be a ruthless criminal, hacking and destructing and ruining- he did nothing but cause problems. Raising mischief and havoc in the streets of Five was a past time, a meager thing to do with his free time. His parents all but abandoned him to his actions and his brother had given up on trying. He wasn't meant to be on the right track, he'd been off the rails since he could walk- there was no going back.
Until he ran into a bruised and battered girl in Seven and his world went flip-side.
One moment was all it took and he'd devoted his life keeping this girl same. It didn't make sense, and no matter how much he questioned it, there simply was no answer to be found. The Grinch grew a heart, and was returning Christmas to Whoville. Beth needed help? So he gave it to her. No reason why, he just knew he had to.
He gave up everything he knew, his roots slashed and family a distant burn- all to get her out of harms way, and she had the nerve to say that all he cared about was himself? After everything he'd risked? It didn't matter that he was the son of the mayor, his life was hanging in the hands of the law if they ever found out he'd practically kidnapped a child of someone as high up as her father was.
See, this is why he doesn't do nice things. They always blow up in his face.
Jaw taut and eyes glued to the road, he didn't comment, didn't even bother acknowledging her as he sped back to the house. The sooner he was out of this confined space the better.
Tires spinning against the road, hands on the feel, and then nothing. The keys were torn out, car thrown in park, and Creo was hopping out of the car, growling just before he slammed the door and heading up to the house, "In the house, now."
It's A Long Way Down.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Jun 25, 2015 18:18:05 GMT
His question was met with no response, but not quite silence. Creo cocked his head to the side some as he tried to make out what the faint ripping noise coming from the backseat was. No, no way she was tearing up his seat in a temper tantrum after she snuck out and broke the rules. After she risked her life for a moment of freedom she have been granted had she only asked. Yeah, she would have had to do it with Creo at her side, lurking over her shoulder- but only to make sure her safety remained intact. They were still in Two, and it had only been a month and a handful of weeks after her ‘death’. It was fresh in everyone’s minds, and if they saw a dead girl walking, well, that’d be it.
Plan blown.
With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, he glanced at the backseat as he rolled to a halt at a stop sign. Groaning as his suspicions were confirmed, he couldn’t quite keep his temper in check. Growling, he turned more in his seat and threatened in a cruel tone, “I swear to God, Beth! Do it. Pull at it more, and see what happens. Who’ll be there to pick you up off the side of the street because I am tired of cleaning up your messes?” Really, he was contemplating it. She was nothing but disrespect molded into a teenage girl’s body. Everything he did for her seemed to just wash down the drain. He’d held up his end, got her out of that life and offered her shelter until they could move more discreetly. He could just shove her out of the car now and be done with it all. Let her figure it out if she couldn’t stand what he was offering.
But of course he wouldn’t do that.
No, he just put the car in drive, tossed a sour look on his face, and made his way towards the house without another word.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Jun 16, 2015 20:37:12 GMT
Finding her should have brought some relief. It should have eased the tension making his back rigid and jaw drawn taunt. It should have lessened the worry tugging at his heart strings and the nasty images dancing around his mind- but frankly, it only made things worse. His heart rate was through the roof, thumping hard in chest as the doubt and hurt was swapped with rage and disbelief. Yeah, Beth was alive and okay- and that’s what was getting to him. She was absolutely fine, but hadn’t bothered to even hint at it. No note, no call, not a single message that would easy his pain and calm him down. If she would have just let him know what she was doing rather than sneaking out, he wouldn’t be shoving her through the crowd, disrupting the party and embarrassing her. He wouldn’t be slamming his car door shut and grunting as she threw herself into the back of his SUV. His fingers wouldn’t be clawing at his eyes as he tried to relax and get it through his head that, yeah, he was disappointed and upset, but Beth was here with him now and that’s all he wanted.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Creo let his hands fall to the steering wheel, knuckles a pasty shade of white as he flexes them against the leather- the bones popping under his tight hold. His unruly hair laid disheveled across his shoulders, lips pulled tight as he held in his rage. He had to keep this fire at bay, sooth the embers into something more passive than aggressive. He would not lose his cool in the car, unmoving from outside of the building, the night passing on by around them.
He would not be like the past he so graciously saved her from.
With a sharp, swift inhale, Creo let his eyes raise to the review mirror to glare at the girl picking at the fabric of her dress. He kept his gaze sturdy and breathing even, trying to think of a logical way to move about this mess, but his thoughts were interrupted by her accusatory spew of words.
So that’s how it’s going to be.
Rather than snapping at her and blowing his top like he would with any other man or woman, he blinks at her once before turning his attention to starting the car. Fingers nimbly dealing with getting his keys out of his pocket and into the ignition, he sighs and nips at his bottom lip. Turning it over so the car idled, he let a sigh brush over his lips, defeating the anger for now with simple resignation. It wouldn’t last long, for his temper wouldn’t just ebb with the snap of his fingers, but for now he just let it go. They’d handle this at home.
Throwing the car into drive, Creo set his shoulders back with determination and locked his jaw in defiance. The wheels spun and turned against the gravel, the hum of the A/C the only noise in the car, but not for long. He couldn’t take not saying anything, not feeding her anger. It was in his nature to instigate. So as the vehicle paved its way down the road and back to the warehouse, his voice remained eerily calm as he purred, “Is that all you have to say for yourself, dear?”
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Jun 13, 2015 2:58:45 GMT
Uneventful. Boring. Pointless, even. Unremarkable- that's how Creo would describe the last month or so holed up in between the dingy walls of the warehouse with Beth. Week upon week of meaningless banter and whimsical accidents. Honestly, the most eventful thing to happen within the span of the hoax death to the present time would be him running out of his bedroom, damp from his shower, with a thread-bare towel hugged closely to his waist. The screech that left his lips was utterly, completely manly- and in his defense, it was a really big spider lounging atop his dresser. The situation was out of his control, he was caught off guard in the face of his nudity, and was obviously unprepared to battle the eight-legged beast- Beth had no right to cackle the way she did at the scene. Well, maybe she did. He kind of wouldn't let her live down her accident in the kitchen- which ended with her smothered in spaghetti sauce, mopping up the floor with a bundle of paper towels, and swearing to never attempt cooking again. So he supposes they're even now.
Other than the occasional mishap or disagreement, life moved on fairly smoothly. Creo went away on business to keep up his image as the Mayor's son once or twice a week, and Beth did whatever presumably dead teen girls did in their spare time. It was easy and uncomplicated. Or, at least it was before today.
A quick trip into town for a grocery run had reluctantly turned into a meeting with another worker in the government. Dreadful and lengthy- and an utter waste of time in his opinion. He really was meant to actually head into the offices to have a chat with his father back in Five, but couldn't be bothered with it. Things weren't going so well back there. With the war at it's peak, and his mother's health teetering- honestly, it just wouldn't have been a happy call and he didn't want his decent mood spoiled. Yet, (surprise, surprise) the moment he waddled his way into the warehouse, bags draped over the length of his arms and hair blocking his line of vision, his smile cracked. It took a second for him to register the silence, that his call into the house had remained unanswered even after the groceries were stocked into their assigned areas. Gradually, worry set in. It was too early for her to be asleep yet- not to mention out of character for the little night owl. There was no hum of music as he approached her room, and not a slant of light creeping out from under her closed door. Without even a second thought, the slab of wood was thrown open and Creo stumbled into the vacant room. Beth was gone.
And that's when he broke into a frenzy.
He checked every corner of the room. The closet, the dresser, the windows, even got on his knees to glance peek under the bed and nothing. She just vanished, seemingly out of thin air. His brain worked endlessly- panicking so much that his hands began to quake at his sides. What if someone had found her? What if someone had kidnapped her? Killed her? Could she have run off? Was just tired of Creo's hounding and precautions, and just split? Did her father find out she wasn't dead and took her back? Is he punishing her as he stood quivering in her bedroom?
No, no he would not go there. She was fine, she had to be.
Okay, Creo, breathe. Look.
Trembling fingers searched the room for something, anything to give him a hint as to where she was. No clothes missing, no stolen money, and really, nothing was gone. It was all in its place and sturdy with the promise of return, but yet that didn't ebb his fear. The clock was ticking, time running out and his thoughts were wild with the worse case scenarios. He needed to think, get out of his haze and just see. And see he did. In the back of one of her bed-stand drawers, hidden under a book or two sat a scrap of paper with details of an 'underground party' and he knew, without a doubt, that the teen had taken off to get wasted and risk all of their work. God, she was reckless and Creo was beyond pissed, but he knew where she was.
And he was going to bring her home.
With a racing mind and thumping heart, he scrambled out of the warehouse. Paper, keys, door, car- he couldn't manage much more of a thought process than that. One hand on the wheel and the other jiggling the key into the ignition before carding viciously through his sweat soaked black hair, Creo inhaled sharply, his crystal irises boring hard into the party note. He knew the location, not to far away- Beth could clearly walk there and back without risking being caught, but at the actual event? Shaking his head at the thought, he threw the car in drive and sped towards the only thing he's ever really cared about.
Five minutes, tops, is all it took for the man to park his car out front of the building and storm in. He was still dressed in his business suit, head to toe out of place in the thrum of dancing, drunk underage people, and yet he didn't care. If he got caught at a place like this, all that would come out of it would be some bad press on his dad's end, but if Beth was found stretched across a couch, chatting away- well, there are few worse fates.
Slamming through the crowd and mindlessly shoving a few guys to the ground carelessly in his pursuit, the panic was beginning to rise like acid at the back of his throat again. Had he been wrong? Was she not here after all? Oh god, maybe she'd been spotted and already dragged back to her dad. No, no way. He couldn't think like that. She's here.
And maybe it was just his wishful thinking or fate, but with a hard turn left, Creo got an eyeful of black hair cascading down a frail body rocking to the beat of the music he'd blocked out upon entering.
Beth.
One minute he was gaping at the fact that she was indeed okay, and god, was he relieved, and the next he was crashing through the bodies and gripping her shoulder hard. With a twist of the wrist, he spun her around, his glee washed into a cold, steely look of anger. She ran off, without a hint of where she was going, and let the man who'd saved her from her past life freak over what happened to her. So, yeah, no- this wasn't exactly a happy reunion.
Lips curled into the tightest of scowls, Creo didn't bother to give her the benefit of the doubt. No, he didn't care if he embarrassed her in front of her 'friends' or if he ruined her night. None of that mattered. Beth put her life in jeopardy by parading around behind his back and he wasn't having it. In a low, cruel tone, he gave no leeway as he growled, "We're going home. Now."
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Feb 25, 2015 21:18:26 GMT
Maybe this would be easy. Maybe they could get through this plan without any bumps. Maybe she could actually be free without a hint of worry. There was legitimately the possibility that this could go off without a hitch. If she was truly sure, and if she really understood how to play this out, then they'd be free. Both of them released from the binds that kept them down. Beth wouldn't be hurt anymore, never another intentional bruise or cut tarnishing her pale skin, no more degrading words burrowing deep in her heart and inevitably her mind. Then Creo, he wouldn't have to worry about all the titles and crude comments about him having no heart or soul being thrown at him- that he was nothing but a blemish on the family, no. No he wouldn't even be bothered by the words because he knew. He was among the scarce few who knew the lengths of which he had actually reached to protect this girl he saw a glimmer of a flame in. So they could bark up his tree, but he wasn't coming down. Him and this girl stood high in the branches off the tree, arms held out as they took in the breeze threatening to shake them off, but they would not fall. Not today, not ever. It took a moment for Creo to flutter back down to reality, his gaze still cast down onto his lap- an infatuated look held amongst his face with a sliver of a grimace on his pouted lips. He'd been in thought for nothing more than a few minutes, but it'd felt like an eternity. He managed to let his mind just run with no reigns, and he could actually see them happy. Smiles, and- god forbid- laughter; Creo didn't think further into that scenario, he wouldn't. Emotions were not his strong suit and sitting on the bed of the girl he had 'killed' was not the place to delve into that bit of his brain. Rather, he twisted his torso towards her, face lighting up some as he looked over her once before settling on what he wanted to say. His black hair hung just above his shoulders, no longer dripping wet, but instead curled naturally to brush against the collar of his shirt. His obnoxiously crystal eyes stared deep into the pair screwed into her skull, a half smirk passing against his mouth as he suggested, "Want to do something fun?" His face scrunched up some as he spoke, his chin dragging diagonally across the air around him as he kept eye contact- his eyebrow arched against his forehead as he contemplated if she'd agree to so measly fun around this warehouse or if she'd prefer just napping and adjusting. Either way, he just needed to keep himself distracted so he could just quit thinking.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Nov 20, 2014 0:37:59 GMT
"Are you sure?" Creo hadn't meant to be harsh, but this was a deathly serious subject. One wrong move and everything was blown, it'd all been for nothing and she would go right back into the grip of her abusive father. Eyes shimmering with sincerity, he explained, "You won't be able to go home. There'll be no more contact with any past friends. When people ask, you're anyone but Beth Waters. You have to be careful in public, and always ready to run. It would be best to avoid all upper Districts and to stay silent. No big deals, nothing should draw attention to you. One person catches us in the act and this is all blown, you'll be going back."
He was being cruel, and he really didn't want to- this was all just to help. So, in a quick movement, he set his hand upon hers, letting a genuinely concerned smile grace his lips, "I'm only being so blunt because I don't want you to be in that kind of pain anymore, dear." There it was again, that softness he so dreaded. Sighing, he set his hand back onto the mattress, fingers digging at the fabric once again as he let his gaze fall to his lap.
What was she doing to him?
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Nov 16, 2014 23:59:47 GMT
"There," his satin smooth emerald eyes fell to the space between them, relaxing in the comfort of the situation at hand. It was easy to just speak with Beth, he didn't have this urge to express how mischievous and horrid he could be because she knew. Just as she knew that he had a kind heart despite his need to terrorize. Creo was as dark and dastardly as he came off to be, just a man needing acceptance. He had paused for a moment, fingers digging into the comforter between them, invading the serenity that was priorly there before he continued to speak, "Are some rules that come with this." Another break, this time for a gentle inhale and raise of the gaze. Glaring deep into her shaded irises, he explained a bit further into detail, "Like who you are, and what you can do."
Breathing in sharply, his nostrils flared, stare never faltering, "You're no longer that Beth, my dear. You're someone new. Do you understand?" There were restrictions to this life he'd given her.
The main one being not to be caught.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Nov 3, 2014 6:52:46 GMT
"Good," Creo chimed with his ever cocky tone, head held high on his thin shoulders as he pushed past her and plopped down on the bed. Patting the spot beside him, his hair splayed across his shoulders, emerald eyes crawling over the interior of the room as be spoke with an airy sense of knowing, "Had no clue what you liked, so I just threw some things together, but like I said- it's only temporary. We'll be out of here as soon as the buzz of your death has died down."
Gaze finally resting on her, he bit his lip, tilting his head towards the bed as if to urge her into sitting. They had some terms to discuss.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Oct 15, 2014 4:12:28 GMT
The tiniest of smirks fell onto the man's lips, his green eyes sparkling with a sense of pride as he tucked his damp black locks behind his ears. He'd done it, he really had. If only Odin could see him now- he'd be so elated to see that Creo had done something good rather than muck around and spread his mischief about. He couldn't risk telling anyone about it, though. Beth was a secret.
She was dead.
Following her into the room, he glanced around- only having been in here once before, so it was foreign to him just as it was to her. The walls were a dark shade of blue, but not obnoxiously so. There was a wooden dresser stuffed with clothes, a desk ridden with supplies for writing, a shelf lining the far wall stuffed with a range of books, and a nightstand beside the large bed with a lamp on it.
Simple enough.
Standing behind her, a cautious distance away, he purred, "Like it?"
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Oct 10, 2014 2:45:28 GMT
(Your reply was just great <3)
Rolling his eyes lazily, Creo shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, his black tee tickling the hemming of the gray fabric. Normally he wore formal attire, but it was late and he wasn't going anywhere- so casual wear it was.
"Now the place isn't huge, but it's only temporary until I can transport you to the permanent location, "You've already seen the living room, main bathroom, and kitchen. That was my room," he inched down the hall, eyes scanning over her quickly before pointing at the door not to far from his, "That's yours, and at the end of the hall is a spare room- my office. There is a bathroom in your room, and the garage like space has a washer and dryer if you need it- not much else. Sorry it isn't the grandest."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but wasn't there always?
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Oct 7, 2014 14:46:23 GMT
"Can't let you have all the fun now can I?" Creo purred as he stepped out of his room, his hands fumbling with his shirt, pulling it down and over his flat stomach. His hair still quite damp, he shoved the long locks behind his ear, a splash of water hitting his neck. Eyebrows arched, he smirked heavily, his whole face contorted in that one cocky action.
His signature look.
"Ready for a tour?" His voice was liquid velvet, smooth and soft as his hands settled on his elbows, cradling his chest.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Oct 3, 2014 13:55:03 GMT
"Valid point," Creo smoothly replied, running a slow hand through his hair, water flinging every which way as he shook the damp mess. Sighing, he returned his gaze back to her, a teenie tiny smirk placed on his lips, "Well, rather than risking my towel dropping along the way, I'll get clothed and then show you around." Normally he would have added in some snip about her not to follow him to his room, but he knew she wouldn't.
Why would she?
Giving her a brief nod, he gripped his towel and headed to his room, easing the door shut but not bothering to lock it. Setting his towel on the bed, he preceded to get dressed- taking his sweet time.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Oct 2, 2014 2:55:58 GMT
It was simple. Step in, wash, step out. An easy clean, and swift dry- now only if he had remembered clothes. Towel drying his hair, he tucked the damp cloth aroud his waist, leaving the fogged room and dragging himself to the living room where he spotted a girl lounging on the couch. She obviously wasn't sleeping, she was at too much unease.
Her face showed that much.
A hand dropping to clasp the bundle of towel to prevent it from falling, his lanky, but well-built chest was exposed as he spoke, dark strands of soaking hair hanging in his eye line, "You know you do have a bed, kid.:
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Sept 29, 2014 2:14:10 GMT
"But just because he showed a bit of compassion as he watched you 'die'," he added air quotations unintentionally, "Doesn't mean he cared. You shouldn't regret what you did because it was what was the best for you by far." Okay, done with all mushy stuff, Creo. Cool it.
Shaking his head, he picked at his sandwich, munching silently before adding, "Not that I enjoyed shooting you or anything, but still. You're better off now."
With that, he finished his food, stacking his cup on his plate and taking it over to the sink. Trying to get out of the situation so he could think about who he was becoming, he called to her as he made his way out of the room, "Hopping in the shower. Do whatever you please," and then he disappeared, hiding in the bathroom for a bit.
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Post by Creo Lockhart on Sept 28, 2014 14:43:22 GMT
No, no this what he'd been dreading. Big, bad Creo was withering away into the pint sized mishap he used to be. The power, and crave that inhabited is ember irises dwindled into an emotion he didn't think her even had. Fear. He was genuinely afraid to answer her question, because the answer was something he wasn't sure she wanted to hear. Maybe it was, and he was getting all worked up for no reason, but he didn't want to press the wrong button- odd, for him. Creo really needed to work on his character, again. He was losing it, getting a soft spot for this girl. Luckily he still appeared strict, strong physically, it was mentally that he'd gone nuts. His mouth hanging slightly ajar, his gaze fell from her to the table, his fingers knotted into the napkin at his plate's side, voice slowly creeping up his throat and leaping off his tongue. "Well," he inhaled sharply, recalling the moment, trying to act collected, "He was shocked. I couldn't see much because I had to get down to you as quickly as I could, but he was definitely taken aback. They carted him off quickly, though, so he had to act calm. I'd still venture to say he cared in that instant, but not enough to drop everything." Like Creo did for her. It was relatively easy to see who cared more.
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