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Thread: ~The Man and his Boy~

Damien paced by the bank, his green eyes darted from one person to another. The tension was becoming almost unbearable... he hated it, not knowing what would happen next. He tried to calm himself, to reassure himself that everything would just pass by, and he'd get away without any issues. The problem was that he knew it would never happen like that. Instead, Damien expected to be caught by the police, arrested, and most likely jailed for a good sum of years. However, he had no intention of being caught. That's why he needed to find a boat to escape in. He stared at the dock, noticing an empty boat. After checking the area for witnesses and potentially police, Damien moved in, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His pace quickened as he approached the empty boat. He looked around for a moment, and then climbed aboard the boat. Just as he did a man yelled loudly, stop him, that's my boat!! Damien's heart sank, his face went pale and a moment later, he leaped from the boat and toward the streets. This was it... either he escaped or he was done for. He charged toward the streets, with several other people taking flight. This wasn't a perfect part of town, and these 'gypsy-like' folks weren't perfectly innocent either. Damien ran back toward the street and suddenly collided with someone. His face hit the road, and he tasted the blood dripping from his lip. He looked up, and saw the kid. Hey... you're going to get caught man... let's get out of here! As Damien rose to his feet, the sound of sirens was all anyone could hear. The 'gypsies' ran in panic, some of them selling illegal goods, some merely afraid of the police. Damien looked down at the ground and offered his hand to the kid who was about to get him busted by the French Police. LETS GO!
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Ouch! Roux cried as this man tumbled over him, wincing as he saw him hit the ground. He seemed terror stricken, and the boy heard sirens then. Suddenly, this quiet town made Roux feel uneasy had there been an incident? What do you mean?! the boy asked, allowing himself to be pulled up. He got to his feet, not having time to brush the dust off of himself, and ran alongside the stranger, looking his tall form up and down. Are you a criminal?! the boy asked again, his breath quick in his throat. He was a quick runner, as one would expect from his deer-like body. His small satchel bounced against his back, full of a mere one shirt, some bread and a few pieces of wrapped chocolate he had found. Who are you? Why are we running? Roux shouted in a pushy, childlike manner. He hadn't ever grown out of asking endless and silly questions like most people did.
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Damien ignored the pestering questions. He'd have time to answer them soon enough... either in a jail cell or in a new hideout. The robbery had went awry earlier in the morning. His crew abandoned him, and he was already exhausted from the long police chase that ensued after the botched theft at the main street jewelry store. The group of people split apart as they neared various side-streets and alleys. Damien darted toward the south, and down an alley. He kept a fast pace, and if the kid he ran into was smart, he would too. Damien noticed the warehouse ahead of him. He glanced behind him to see who was following. Hurry kid, he yelled! Damien plunged through the door, and waited for the kid to enter behind him. A swift moment later and a tremendous slam and echo filled the entire building. Alright... we made it... for now, Damien said to anyone who would listen. The building seemed abandoned, but Damien knew better. It was a planned escape house... a hideout, just in case something went wrong. History would show that in fact, something HAD gone wrong. Damien tossed his brown leather jacket over a desk that was on the ground level. He found a chair and collapsed into it. He took a deep breath before speaking again. Yeah... I'm a criminal, he said bluntly, looking directly at the kid, his face stern, and without remorse.
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Roux bolted into the warehouse, the door slamming shut right as he entered. He collapsed onto the ground, sitting with his legs spread out, his arms holding him up. It took a moment of panting, and a cough before he looked up. The man, though nervous before, seemed to get rather comfortable rather quickly. It seemed that he might have been used to such chases. Roux shrank slightly at the confident and firm look from the stranger. Oh... the boy spoke, tucking some hair behind a round ear. Well, I'm Roux, what's your name? He scooted closer to the man, holding out a dusty hand and smiling carefully. His hands and feet were at that stage where their size made his limbs look even skinnier, like he was still catching up in a way. How old are you?
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Damien calmed his cold stare. His eyes looked up toward the warehouse door, and then gently down toward Roux. It is nice to meet you, Roux. The name is Damien... I'm 21, and how about you... how YOUNG are you? Damien looked at the boy peculiarly. He extended his right hand, and firmly grasped the boy's outstretched hand. Without warning, he pulled toward his body, pulling the boy to his feet. We will be okay here for a little bit... we have to give the police time to give up on finding us. Then, I've gotta get out of here. I can't stay much longer, not after this morning. Damien paused and quickly released his firm grip of the boy's hand. He had already said too much. 'Damnit' he mumbled to himself. He looked up for a moment, and checked to boy out from head to toe and back up again. Where do you live? Why were you out by the banks of the river anyway... shouldn't you be in school? Damien looked at the boy, and gave him a big-brother-look... one that was intended to both chastise and forgive the boy. Damien smiled calmly, and threw one hand through his blonde hair, finger-combing it for a moment. He was sweating from the run, even though it was January and snowing. 'What a day', he thought to himself.
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Damien...Roux rolled the name over in his mind, and found that it quite fitted the man. I've been fifteen for a month. the boy replied, raising his chin in a matter-of-factly way. Why, he was five years away from twenty now! That had to count for something. He could feel the stale air of the warehouse tickling his exposed forearms. Roux was surprised by the grip and stumbled to his feet. I live in the world, of course. he said as if it were obvious, I don't need to live in a house. And I most certainly don't need to be in a schoolhouse either, though I think I've slept in one before. I used to be in Rome, but then I came to France....because I felt like it. Roux said this a little defensively, crossing his arms. Why aren't YOU in school? he asked, a smirk tugging at his lip.
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Damien chuckled inside as the kid smarted off. The arrogance of the youth... their spirit. He remembered being fifteen... he was always out causing trouble back home in the U.S. Damien looked at Roux and smirked. Fair point... but I'm not going to be going back to school... I entered the war back home in the U.S., and then went AWOL here... I can't return home, and honestly... don't want to. So... that's what brings me here. He admired the kid's feisty spirit and attitude... it was cute. Damien walked to the door and peered out a fogged-up window. He wiped some of the dew away and looked outside. Well, we're alright for now... I've got some things upstairs. You know... some food and maybe even some cleaner clothes for you if you'd like. Not sure if they'll fit you, but we're not all that different in height and size. Damien knew the clothes wouldn't fit perfectly, but who cared... they were cleaner than the rags Roux was wearing now. He took the lead and headed up the nearby staircase. After reaching the top of the next landing, he called down below. Roux... seriously, get some food and clothes, man. He was trying to help this kid out... it was the least he could do. Being able to help someone again, and be a friend it was something he thought he'd never be able to do again. He had lost his 'friends' in the war, or back home. He was lonely, wanted by the police for his crimes, and he was seriously tired. He sat down near a makeshift bed and positioned a pillow to support his head and neck. He sat there, listening to the bustling streets outside and the occasional siren. The police were still looking for him... but he was safe. He felt safe, and he wasn't alone. He thought he heard footsteps but before he could respond, his body pushed him into sleep. At last.
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Oh, I didn't know you had stuff here. Roux spoke, following Damien upstairs. It saddened the boy to hear about such hard times war was something he often heard about and feared. It also interested him that the man was from the U.S, a place of which he had little knoweledge of. The teen shook his head at the food, smiling politely. No thanks. I just ate some chocolate. he nodded, setting his bag down on the floor. It was a bit cold up here, and he shivered as he watched Damien curl up on his bed mat. He figured it wouldn't hurt anything to at least grab the remaining blankets. Roux kicked off his boots, then quickly peeled off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in a pair of shorts. He shook the clothing of dust and threw them in a pile on the, then quickly making a cocoon of blankets for himself on the floor. Roux found that if he curled up with little clothing on, he actually kept himself warmer and used all the heat his slightly underfed body generated. In his socks and underwear, the boy fell into a surprisingly deep sleep, his hair and small nose helping him to resemble a snoozing mouse.
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The dream ended as quickly as it had started. He took in a long draw of air as he filled his lungs. Opening his eyes, he noticed the sunlight had faded, and the brisk evening air seemed to whistle sweet songs as it slipped through the broken warehouse windows. He hadn't slept like that in a long time. Most of his time was spent on the run, from one job to the next. He looked down at the floor, and saw a pile of clothing. He stopped for a moment before remembering that he had company. Taking a moment to look around him, he stood up, exposing his shirtless body. He had a bad habit of losing clothing throughout the night... he had always been a restless sleeper. Damien walked toward a pile of blankets, and smirked. Roux had literally formed a cocoon of blankets to keep warm... but he had shed his clothing, and by the looks of it... he wasn't wearing anything but some underwear and socks if he even had any. The boy was sweet, seemed innocent and Damien could only imagine how scary the world must have seemed at first to him. But he knew Roux wasn't weak, and he wasn't a child... he was a growing young man, just like Damien was when he moved away from home back in the states. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the brisk country air of Oklahoma... home. Damien found a canteen that he had filled before his 'attempt' at robbing the jewelry store earlier in the day. He opened it up and took a big swig of it, putting out the fire in his throat. There was something with the smoggy air in France that made his throat burn. It was never like that back home in the countryside of Oklahoma. He placed the canteen on a table, and looked down toward Roux's concoction of blankets. He smiled, chuckling to himself. 'Cute', he mumbled. He bent down on his haunches as he examined the mound of blankets covering the boy. He noticed a slight constant tremble. It reminded him of his dog 'Drake' when he was just a puppy... he'd always shiver in the cold, and Damien was always willing and able to warm him up. Damien walked across the upper room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket that he had been using. He moved back toward Roux and placed the pillow against the wall. Sitting down on the cold cement floor sent shivers up his spine, and through his body. His nipples stood at attention, his hair standing up from the cold. Cold bumps covered his skin, but a moment later, they were gone as he snuggled up beside Roux, and covered the two of them with another blanket. He was just glad to have someone here with him...
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Roux slept long and hard, completely unaware of Damien moving about. Though the warehouse was old and a bit drafty, the boy felt safe upstairs with an older male next to him. He was extremely thankful for a place to stay, at least for a night. The boy awoke around 830 in the morning, his head tucked in to his chest. His lashes fluttered open, and he stuck his head up from under the blankets, met with the sight of Damien sleeping next to him. He must have moved in the night, and it was nice of him to drape another blanket over him. Roux smiled, shifting his tangled limbs in the warm cavern he was dreading getting up. A few minutes passed as he laid there, looking into the peaceful face of Damien. He was indeed handsome, and Roux wondered if he had or had had a girlfriend in the past. Roux certainly did not, for he was fifteen, and girls were still playmate-like creatures in his mind. Eventually, the boy found the courage to leap out of his cocoon and to the pile of clothes. The morning air brushed its fingers over his sleepy white body, the peach fuzz on his legs stood on end, as did the rosey nubs on his chest. Chilly... the oprhan said to himself, tugging his pants on as quickly as possible.
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Damien's body lurched to life as Roux moved to get up. His eyes opened wide, the sun glaring at them for a brief moment before he moved his head away from the beam. He saw Roux get up quickly and grab his clothes. The boy started to put on his pants, and Damien caught a look at him. He was slender, small-ish, but not a twig. He seemed like a normal fifteen year old, and that was the problem... if he was going to be living out the the real world, an 'average' fifteen year old wouldn't cut it. Damien smiled widely... good morning, Roux, he said calmly. He removed the blanket from his body as he rose to his feet, his chest and body exposed, except for his jeans. He felt a slight bulge and he brushed it away out of his mind... he was twenty-one and that sort of thing was going to happen to him for a long time. So, are you hungry, Damien asked the shirtless boy. He took no time to grab his button-down shirt and throw it on his back. He started to button the shirt as he looked around for his belt. If you want... we can grab a bite to eat... and then I've got to hit the road. He was trying to be nice something he never experienced as a kid back home. He grew up with an angry alcoholic of a father, and a subordinate mother. He used to be bullied and got beat up a lot... then, well... things changed. Damien finished buttoning his shirt and put his belt on snugly. He grabbed his coat and looked over at the semi-clothed boy. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable... you were shivering, and so I figured that the two of us would provide enough body heat to keep us both warm... and comfortable, Damien said apologetically. He wasn't like most men his age, and he knew that... sometimes he forgot that others didn't.
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Nah, I wasn't uncomfortable. Roux grinned, grabbing his shirt and slipping it onto his body, buttoning the front. Though he wouldn't admit it, it felt nice to have someone else close to him he was starved of that kind of attention and presence of another body. More warmth was always welcome with Roux. He had been pretty hungry lately, and though he looked like a slender boy now, he was about to get skinnier than was healthy if he didn't get more aggressive with his skills. After slipping his shoes on, the boy dug through his pack, taking out a fist sized piece of bread and a few chocolates. Here, they're good. Roux said, tossing one at Damien. The piece of bread and his own chocolate were gone in a minute, into the endless void that was his teenaged boy stomach. For not being a very big teenager, Roux had the capacity to eat quite a bit. An emotion crossed Roux's face as he heard Damien speak of leaving. You're going? Where are you going to...? he asked, his voice suddenly less cheerful. Of course, living as an urchin had toughened him, but once in a while, the child in Roux began to show. He had been robbed of the innocence of having parents, a sibling, or a home, and he longed for the feeling once in a while. Of course, he didn't know he actually felt that way. Are you leaving because of what you did yesterday..? the boy questioned curiously, wiping a bit of chocolate off of his mouth.
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Damien caught the bread and chocolates as Roux tossed them to him. He was glad to have not offended the boy or made him uncomfortable. Something about him was bugging Damien, something hidden. He could tell the boy enjoyed the company, and he understood that feeling. The boy's reaction when he said he would have to leave soon was not expected. Roux had literally changed facial expressions and vocal tone in a split second. Damien paused for a moment as the boy questioned him a bit before wiping the chocolate from his face. Yes, Roux... what I did yesterday... that's why I'm leaving Lasquenet. Damien looked at the boy, and could tell something wasn't right. The entire atmosphere had changed in the last fifteen seconds, and he was pretty sure why. Look uh... I, well... Damien was bumbling around with his words, fighting his intention to explain further. Finally, he had enough of his internal fighting. Alright... yesterday, I was working with a crew of four other men. We had a plan to rob the local jewelry store, take the goods, trade them with the local 'outsiders'... you know the gypsy-like folks. We would then take our earnings and move on to a new city. It's my lifestyle now... He tried to make it sound acceptable, but looking at the teenager, he realized everything he said was exactly as it was... illegal, wrong, and dangerous. Damien approached Roux, and extended his hand. He gently touched the boy's arm, and looked him in the eyes. Roux's green-brown eyes glistened as Damien spoke. I usually travel alone... and I keep my jobs secret. Because I cannot trust anyone... but... Damien looked away, removing his hand from Roux's arm. He looked at the ground and spoke softer. I wouldn't mind having you come along. That is... if you wanted to. He hoped the boy would want to. He was starting to feel a connection, a brotherly connection and something more was pulling at him. It had been so long since he had even had a normal conversation with someone... this was all 'new' to him again.
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Roux was a bit taken by surprise at the man's words. Why, he hadn't expected him to have pre meditated plans of robbing a jewlery store. He assumed men like that would seem a lot older and meaner, though the more he thought about it, it was just a way of making a living that happened to be dangerous. I see. Roux nodded, crumpling up the chocolate paper in his palm. Sounds scary. He pulled a squashed newsboy cap out of his pack, placing it on his hair which he'd run his fingers through to pull the knots out beforehand. The boy didn't like having his hair short and against his head, especially in the chill of early early spring. His face perked up at the mention of possibly going with Damien. Do you mean that? he asked eagerly. I mean...I could help you out. I'm pretty good at picking pockets, and at other things. A grin touched his mouth as he felt Damien's hand on his arm his skin was surprisingly warm. Even his eyes seemed to be smiling at the moment. And I'll stay out of your way when you're...you know...doing that dangerous stuff. If at any time you'd like to fast forward or anything, I'm fine with that.
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Fast-forwarding to about a week later - Paris, France Damien's heart was thumping hard. He looked around, and took notice of his surroundings. His hands were clammy, and he started to sweat at the brow. This was it... game time. He took a few steps forward in the Paris Bank and pulled out the gun from his coat. He fired several shots into the air, and demanded the two guards in the bank drop their weapons. The nearest police outpost was a few blocks away, and given the bustling traffic, and screaming sirens of the busy 1940's Paris streets, the shots might have gone without notice... but there was no time to waste... just in case. Damien didn't care if people saw his face... being able to recognize him wasn't a factor, because after this grab, he was leaving France. He approached the counter and saw a young boy in the crowd of people who were on the ground. He yelled at the bank teller to give him all of the money in the bank, and to do so quickly. When the bank manager bumbled around a bit, trying to find the keys to the vault, Damien grabbed the teen boy. He put the gun against the kid's head and looked square in the eyes of the bank manager. I will kill him if you don't open that vault NOW! His voice was stern, serious, and blunt. Of course... he wouldn't be killing the kid. Partners don't kill one another and that was something he was sure Roux knew as he held him firmly, a gun to his head. The manager quickly opened the vault and started putting straps of money into the bags Damien had brought. He smirked to himself... the plan was working.
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Roux let out a yelp as Damien grabbed him, attempting to look as frightened as possible. He had a talent for looking very young when he wanted, and right now, he was making his eyes as large as possible, and his lip trembled uncontrollably. Waiting for this moment to come had been nerveracking, but now, even though the situation was dangerous, Roux felt safer being held by Damien. He secretly almost liked it. Please Sir, just open it, just o-open it! he begged the man, then trying not to smile happily as he did. The boy hung onto Damien with a trembling hand, the gun at his head as the banker filled the bag. When Damien picked the bag up, Roux was forced to walk slowely backward with him, face still terrified. The folks on the floor stared at him in fear, some with pity.