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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 1, 2013 22:05:32 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: TW: Bone Breaking, Violence. The first time that Lucien had gone out, he had returned with plenty. He'd had picked out several books with help, close to fifteen, and he'd found himself unable to carry them all. It was a bit of a relief to have a guard there, although he had been concerned about him drawing attention. After all, most people didn't have imposing and overly formal Chinese guards following them around. Especially not when they were distinctly not Chinese. It was like having a stalker in a suit.
Even so, the stalker in the suit was able to carry his books. He certainly hadn't like it, but Lucien had convinced him. He was supposed to be protecting him, supposed to be keeping an eye on him, and there was no reason he couldn't help him carry the books. If not, he might just injure himself trying to lift them all. That had been enough to convince the man.
He had enjoyed the books, but he had enjoyed the sun more. So the next day he'd gone out again, albeit with much less of a purpose. He hadn't needed to go specifically to any place. He'd just wanted to get out, to explore the area around his new home.
He'd never been to LA before, but it was similar to places he'd been. It was familiar in it's own way, even if the part he was in was alien to him. Chinatown was like some confusing mishmash between Hong Kong and a European city. Really, he'd just been relieved to find out that the lingua franca was Cantonese. Even if no one seemed to expect him to speak it (understandably), he seemed to get plenty of respect for speaking it.
He'd even had a nice chat with a blond boy who'd wanted to buy some knick-knack. He hadn't even gotten the boys name, but he'd seemed nice enough... if a bit talkative.
But no matter how much Lucien had wanted to be outside, he could only handle so much. One couldn't simply go from spending two years inside to running around Chinatown. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. He just wanted to go back and sleep--even reading seemed a bit too draining for him.
The guard had split off at the ground level, leaving him to return to the apartments alone. Why not, after all? There was no way for him to leave the building without passing through the ground floor, where all the security was. He was safe in his own apartments, separate and secure. Was Kun Shui there? Probably not. He didn't generally tell Lucien about his work plans or anything, but he was still out or busy most of the day.
So what to do? His eyes briefly ran over the door to the balcony before dismissing it. Maybe he'd nap, and then read when he felt a bit less exhausted. That sounded best, and after a moment he headed down the hallway to his room, crawling into bed. Did he want his clothes? No, on second thought, the stiff clothes he wore outside wouldn't do, and he got back up, opting to change into the robe he wore in the house. It would look terribly out of place outside, but inside it was comfortable and familiar. Fully changed, he went back to the bed, sprawling out with a tired sigh. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 3, 2013 5:02:03 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. The sun was up and high in the sky by the time he landed, and his internal clock couldn’t help but scream that it was supposed to be 4am and he was supposed to be tucked up in his nice and cushy bed. But no, he was suddenly thrown into Los Angeles that very morning, actually earlier than he should have been because he was supposed to have arrived tomorrow. However, he found that he simply could not wait to see his brother and his darling pet again that he pulled some strings and got an even earlier flight.
Finding his way to the Crystal Palace wasn’t at all an issue; he knew like the back of his hand where it was. It stood out like a beacon among the dirty streets of Chinatown; the glass tower could be seen from some time away, and though definitely not the tallest building in Los Angeles, he could argue that it was one of the prettiest. He didn’t bother with the various things offered as he walked through, instead beelining for the glass tower and the loft apartments.
He knew Kun Shui was out, though; some business meeting that he told him was scheduled that day, and that he should come the next day, which was why he’d planned the trip the way he did. He had the key cards and the nod of the guards and just about everybody else when he arrived, and nobody questioned him. Either they knew him as Kun Shui’s brother, or they actually thought he was the heir. Not so bad, really.
Jun Shi grinned to himself, opening up the door and stepping in. How nice; an entire wall was made of glass so some stray bird could fly into it and plummet to it’s death. The building must have cost a fortune to clean, but it was a fortune that they had to spare.
”Hello?” He called out into the house; two floors couldn’t possibly muffle so much of his voice, right. He knew somebody was home. |
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 3, 2013 12:40:53 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Jun Shi and Kun Shui were identical twins, and to most people, they might have well have been completely identical. Not to Lucien though. To Lucien, they were distinct people. He noticed all the little differences, the ways they moved and the ways they spoke. Standing side by side, most people couldn't tell them apart, but Lucien certainly could. He was familiar enough with Jun Shi that he had always been the easier of the two to spot, although he was slowly growing the same awareness of Kun Shui. Even so, Kun Shui was still largely a mystery to him. Sure, he could tell them apart, but who Kun Shui was as a person was still beyond him.
Even so, he still made mistakes. It was an understandable one this time, a flaw in his reasoning. Even if he had realized Kun Shui didn't sound quite like Kun Shui, there was no reason to suspect anything. He would have simply assumed he had a cold or a sore throat or something. He would never have expected Jun Shi of all people, because Jun Shi was supposed to be at home in Hong Kong, thousands of miles away from Lucien.
He was supposed to be safe.
So he closed the book he had started to read, setting it on the desk as he got up, moving to the hallway. It wasn't even that Kun Shui was home early--really, Kun Shui didn't have any set schedule as far as Lucien could tell. He had meetings, and those took up most of his time, and he worked most of the day. There was no set hours, no specific times that he had to do things at.
Even so, it wasn't his habit to call out like that, and of all the things, that left him the most unsettled. Something was probably going on. Maybe he was supposed to have dinner that night with someone else, and had only dropped by to tell him. Even so, that seemed a bit too caring--easier to have a guard tell him that, rather then spending the time.
He emerged into the entrance way with a light heart, and it was only when he laid eyes on him that his heart jumped to his throat. Jun Shi. Not Kun Shui. That would explain it, and he froze, a deer in the headlights. There was no more instinct to run--Jun Shi would find him if he wanted to. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 4, 2013 4:55:08 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. He could argue that this place was also decorated better than home, but he was sure that was betraying something or another, and so bit his tongue and continued to glance around. Pretty indeed; the couches were neatly arranged around a faux fire pit and a tv, decorated in lavish reds and golds and various lacquered woods. Nacre paintings were hung up on the walls, and the whole place had an arguably traditional feel, even if he was well aware that it wasn’t what Kun Shui liked. His father must’ve decorated it, and he was sure that his twin brother would get to changing it sooner or later. He’d be rather disappointed if he didn’t.
But where was the house’s pet? He could really only consider Lucien as such; he wasn’t anything important but a plaything, and he wasn’t even sure if Kun Shui was using him well or just leaving him to languish like in the past. Lucien did appear eventually, though, coming from the hallway into the entrance before, predictably, freezing like a deer in headlights. So that was what he was looking for, and he grinned. Kun Shui probably wasn’t home.
”Hello there, Lucien. I haven’t seen you in a while.” Jun Shi grinned, taking a couple of steps closer to him. He looked healthier, so perhaps his twin was taking good care of him. ”Where’s Kun Shui?”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 4, 2013 7:49:14 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. The grin made him want to puke. If he could have done what he wanted, right then, he wouldn't have even ran--he'd probably have curled up and been sick, unable to deal with the wash of horror and fear that ran over him. Jun Shi. Jun Shi was there, who he was supposed to be safe from. It was supposed to be the two of them only. Just him and Kun Shui, and the occasional chef or maid who visited but did not stay. Jun Shi was not supposed to be there. Jun Shi wasn't ever supposed to be there, not without notice and warning and a place to hide away for the duration of his visit.
So why was he there? Had Kun Shui forgotten to tell him? Or had Lucien been wrong all along--maybe he hadn't cared. Maybe he'd only feigned any sort of emotion he felt, that he'd felt sorry. Jun Shi was certainly capable of that sort of emotionally manipulation, and it stood to reason that Kun Shui was just as capable. He'd been tricked then--mislead into believing that he was safe, that Jun Shi would never be able to get to him again.
But he could. He was there right then, staring him down like a shark looking at a bloody fish. He was going to devour him, and Lucien knew it, shrinking back. He wasn't even trying, but his instincts were right back at the surface, making himself look smaller and like less of a target, his eyes fixed firmly on the floor. He didn't want to see that smile. He didn't want to make it worse.
"He's - he's not here. He's at a business meeting." Of what kind, he had no idea. Lucien couldn't tell between legitimate business meetings and triad business meetings. He had no way to distinguish between the two. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 4, 2013 11:54:11 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Ah, so he was still more than capable of being scared, now was he? Good, he was afraid that Kun Shui would’ve spoiled him rotten by now and he wouldn’t be able to get a half decent jump out of Lucien. He’d make him, though; that was what he was intent on. Staring him down seemed to be doing plenty on his own, and his grin grew just a little wider. It wasn’t particularly unfriendly, but it was wrong and unsettling nonetheless, and Lucien would definitely feel it.
”Business meeting? Are you sure?” Only he was sure, which was why he came here in the first place. If Kun Shui had been home, he would’ve put it off until the next day, as it was planned before. Instead, he invited himself in and walked right past Lucien, into the main room. Such a pretty place; perhaps he should ask to stay on the same floor later. Kun Shui definitely wouldn’t have minded, now would he?
The way Lucien just shrunk back and became so small filled him with a breed of morbid glee that really shouldn’t have existed. Still, Kun Shui wasn’t home, which gave him excuse to settle down a little and make himself comfortable. He reached back, grabbing Lucien by the wrist and absolutely knowing it would probably make him piss himself, but he didn’t care.
”Why don’t you show me around, huh?”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 5, 2013 15:07:11 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. No amount of spoiling would take away that fear--that constant terror he experienced when Jun Shi was around. No matter how good things got, there would always be that lingering shadow, the constant reminder that things could fall apart at any moment. Two years ago he'd been on top of the world, unafraid and in control. It had taken only a few days for everything to fall apart, and he would always be aware that it could happen again.
He would never really escape Jun Shi.
He was sure, and he nodded, stomach giving another uncomfortable twist. He must have known. Why second guess him? Why even ask? He knew Kun Shui was at a meeting, and there was no reason to doubt that. He was always at meetings--that was practically all he did. He worked, he slept, and he ate--there was nothing else, as far as Lucien was concerned.
The fear ratcheted right up when Jun Shi grabbed his wrist, and he went stiff, nostrils flaring as he tried not to look like he was afraid. It was a failed effort--everyone would know he was afraid, even if they didn't know him at all. He was trembling slightly, eyes wide.
"I'll - I'll give you a tour." He just had to let him go, because there was no way he was going to try and pull away. Not when doing so would be 'the wrong thing to do', and likely result in a smack. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 5, 2013 18:48:33 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. He might as well have been staring him down with a chainsaw and a maniac smile; he was reacting the same way, certainly. His eyes went wide, he was certainly breathing harder, and his hand… It was trembling slightly between his fingers, and he could’ve only guessed to what degree his heart was pumping. That was nowhere near satisfying enough, but he was getting there. His grin got a little bit wider, which was probably unsettling as hell, but he barely cared at all. Jun Shi’s fingers wound just a little tighter around Lucien’s wrist, a silent sort of threat. He wouldn’t be doing any screaming and running, he was a good boy, right?
”Good. Hey, let’s go over there, first.” And without another word, he began to drag Lucien down the hall, whether he actually wanted to go or not. The layout of the place was pretty close to the one at home; the Crystal Palace was meant to be similar to help Kun Shui with homesickness.
And of course, the first place he dragged Lucien off to was his room. His room, supposed to be completely shut off and safe, and already he saw that it was a bit better than the one he was given at home. Here, he had a small bookshelf that was actually filling up. ”Huh, so he is spoiling you.” More books that Jun Shi had given him, at any rate. The room was neat and clean and everything was orderly, something he’d taken great delight in screwing up back at home.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 6, 2013 17:49:24 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. He would behave. He knew what it meant when those fingers tightened, knew what they told him about the situation. Jun Shi was in control. Jun Shi would always be in control, would always run the show. There was no question in his mind about that. He knew it was the truth, and Jun Shi knew it too.
There was nowhere to run even if he wanted to. Where would he go? Deeper into the apartments, where Jun Shi would inevitably find and punish him? To the entrance, where he would inevitably be stopped and returned? There was no way out. Jun Shi would always find him.
He trailed along as he was dragged, certainly not resisting, but not eager either. He didn't want to go there. He didn't want Jun Shi in his room, the one place he'd felt safe. He'd assumed it would be safe anyway. Now he knew that was a lie, and he wasn't sure he'd ever feel safe again. Not in there anyway, and he stepped into the room with a heavy heart.
It was mostly bare, but certainly more decorated than his room in Hong Kong. There had been a bed and a small dresser with clothes. Here was more furnished. There was a bookshelf, littered with the books he'd bought on his trip, and a desk to sit at and read. He spent most of his time reading either in the sun on the balcony or in bed, but he liked having the option to sit at a desk and read, and sometimes he would do it anyway.
Also on the desk was the fan, tucked off to the side in it's box, but he really had no idea why that would be so very, very important in the coming minutes.
He knew it was a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. If he didn't answer, Jun Shi would be upset with him for not speaking. If he did answer, Jun Shi would be upset with him for speaking out of turn. He opted to speak, a choice made with no particular reasoning behind it--he knew he'd be punished either way. Jun Shi was just looking for reasons.
"He's given me more to do, yes." He answered very, very softly. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 7, 2013 19:12:14 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. So the bookshelf was well stocked, and Jun Shi wandered over at ease, letting go of Lucien’s wrist as he picked up one of the books in the middle and began to thumb through. Classic, but he supposed there was a lot more here now that Kun Shui had taken to spoiling him like one of those lap dogs. He knew that bothered him, and back at home, when Lucien was still around, he’d made some fun going into his room and rearranging things. Not at all making them messy, just rearranging things to different orders.
Done with that book, he stuck it back on the shelf… in the wrong place, on purpose.
”How good of him…” He didn’t sound impressed, either way, starting to pick up another book and go through it. Once again, he put it down on the wrong side of the shelf and wandered over to the desk, beginning to fuck things up there. Pick something up, take a look, then put it back down. Rinse and repeat until he was fairly sure he’d driven Lucien up the wall.
It was then that he came across a box… a familiar looking box, white wood, with the Wei family crest burned on the front. He paused where he was, staring down at it for several long seconds before looking back over at Lucien. But the look on his face was different. It wasn’t filled with the usual mischief or malice that was usually there, but something departed from that entirely. His eyes went back down to the box before reaching for it.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 9, 2013 17:38:03 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. The moment Jun Shi's fingers drew back, Lucien's hands raised, fingers rubbing at where the other man had held. It wasn't bruising--it wasn't that tight of a hold--but it still made him nervous and jumpy, as if Jun Shi had left a mark there that he wouldn't be able to get rid of. He hadn't, of course, but it felt like it just the same, and he wanted to shower right then and there, to wash away the feeling of being dirty. Not a feeling that he was unfamiliar with, but an unpleasant one just the same.
Seeing Jun Shi rifle through his books didn't make him feel any better. He'd kept everything organized, his one small attempt at regaining control over his out of control life. It wasn't as if he could tell him to stop--Jun Shi had all the power, and Lucien was quite certain that he knew how much it bothered him to have things out of place. He wanted to fix it right then, to step forward and put the book back where it should have been. He wanted to just trail him around, fixing all the mess he was making, but he knew he would be upset with it. He knew he would say something, and that it was better to just stand there, perfectly still and quiet. When he was gone he could fix things. When he was gone he could... well, he could feel better.
He didn't even realize the box was in play until Jun Shi looked at him--a look entirely unlike anything he'd seen before. He didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know what to make of it. Was it angry? Was it something else entirely? He couldn't place it, and that only scared him more. He could have dealt with other things, and it was obvious enough--at least to Lucien, who was incorrect--why he was angry. Kun Shui had given him a beautiful gift. Jun Shi was obviously angry about it, and it took every bit of focus he had not to step back, not to draw away.
He swallowed hard. "Please be gentle with it." His voice was whisper soft, but he feared breaking it. Kun Shui had obviously valued it highly, and as strange as it was, he genuinely didn't want to disappoint the only person who'd treated him with kindness in the past two years. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 11, 2013 5:08:12 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. The box had a crane with it’s wings circled around a lotus burned on the front, the rest was painted in white with a golden latch on the side. It was quite pretty, even by Jun Shi’s standards, though he’d been the one that got it. There was some small hope that when he lifted the lid, there would be something else inside. The box was unmistakable, but it was just a box, right? It wasn’t the important part of the gift.
So he undid the golden latch and with slightly baited breath, he opened the box. It slid open without a sound, and there, lying on the bed of red ruffled velvet, was a bamboo fan. The slats were a royal red, and there was yet another crane and lotus burned into them. It almost seemed to glimmer, like a holy object in the light, and he had to wonder when the last time Kun Shui actually looked at it.
He closed the box again, Lucien’s words falling on deaf ears as he put it back down. He supposed he inadvertently did what Lucien wanted; the thing was delicate, and he’d never break it on purpose. But there was a certain pulse that he felt in his neck that was borderline painful, and he swore he felt his heart thudding away in more anger than he’d felt in a while. But Jun Shi had never been one to turn his frustration inwards. Kun Shui might’ve scratched himself until he bled, but the younger twin would do no such thing.
Instead, he found targets. He turned back to Lucien, his expression oddly cold as he strode up to him. Purposeful; he knew what he wanted from him, and just as quickly, he forced Lucien up against the wall by the shoulders.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 11, 2013 12:26:14 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Lucien couldn't remember the last time he'd been so afraid in Jun Shi's presence. He was always afraid to some extent, always nervous that the man had a bad day and was looking to take it out on him. That anger was always obvious to those who knew him. That anger was always clear and direct. He always could at least take a guess at why Jun Shi was angry, even if he was often wrong.
This was something entirely different. This was a quiet seething anger that had far surpassed what Lucien had thought. He had thought he was angry for one reason, but it had to be something else. Nothing else could explain the anger he saw directed at him with a fury he'd never had to deal with before.
It took no effort to press him up against the wall. It wasn't a physical thing--he could have easily fought back and certainly done some damage. The fear controlled him though. The same fear that he'd once used to lord over others now held him in it's grasp, keeping him docile and complacent, pressed so tight against the wall he would probably bruise. He didn't want to move. He was afraid that anything he would do would set him off. Jun Shi was like a time bomb--bound to explode at any moment, and extremely dangerous at the moment. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 12, 2013 5:04:46 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -.
Jun Shi was prone to both violent outbursts and those silent, seething angers that made one’s skin crawl. Why the hell not? He had every right to do so, at least in his mind he did. His grin curled up a little around the edges, but it was strained and pushed and so unlike him that it could’ve been removed from him entirely. Lucien’s fear was what game him his boon, and he was more than glad to exploit it to its full extent. If he thought that he’d been in pain back in Hong Kong, he’d seen and felt nothing yet.
The wall felt hard, even through Lucien’s body and with it to cushion his hands. He really didn’t care too much for comfort, or at the moment, even his own. He dropped those sweet formalities and polite small talk was forsaken for the time being, because this was entirely different. How dare he? Lucien was a snake, and he’d always hated him for just being him and from the Margaux family and he’d absolutely slapped him every time he dared go by Lucien Wei, but this was much too far for him to take.
”You’ve gone a little too far this time, Lucien.” A near silent hiss, their face so close that their noses were nearly touching. Personal space? What the hell was that? It was excellent to exploit it to his will, especially if he had little sense of it. ”You’re such a snake. I should’ve insisted that you stay with me.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 14, 2013 15:06:16 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. No one would ever mistake him for a Wei. He knew that. The entire Wei family was Chinese as all hell. He was fairly sure there would be some non-Chinese in the organization, but he was also just as certain that in an organization that valued family and trust, they'd be near the bottom of the foodchain. After all, if they'd betrayed their own national crime organizations, there was really no way to trust them, no way to know they wouldn't sell out their new family. Lucien could certainly understand that. He could understand why he would never truly be a part of the family, even if the pretense was there. No one on the inside would ever mistake him for anything but a 'guest', although those on the outside might think he was a part of the organization.
Few people would ever make that mistake though. He remained where he was against the wall, pressed so hard against it he feared he was going to end up with bruises. Really though, he wasn't thinking of bruises. He wasn't thinking about them at all, because what he knew of Jun Shi told him that bruises on his back from the wall were going to be the absolute least of his worries.
He absolutely had never seen him that mad. It had to be something beyond what he'd thought, and the thought made him ill. He'd done something. He always did something to cause it. Something that he didn't yet understand, although he feared he would soon.
"I don't -" He cut himself off, trying to compose himself, to stop the fear from tinging his voice. It was a useless effort, but he tried just the same. "I don't know what I did."
He sincerely doubted that would change anything. He doubted Jun Shi would even tell him what transgression he'd participated in, for what he was going to be hurt.
He had thought it was all going to be over, and now he knew that was just another lie to add to the long list.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 17, 2013 4:50:43 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -.
Jun Shi almost never told Lucien what he’d done to deserve his wrath. He thought it was always supposed to be well known in retrospect; do something bad, and you should expect bad things to happen. Lucien didn’t know much of that, however, and it proved to anger him worse and worse every time. Lucien never realized what he did, and stealing a fan seemed pretty far up that list. This one enraged him so much because it was glaringly important; anything with the family crest on it had heavy value and the redhead couldn’t just prance in and take what he pleased.
”You have no idea what you’re dealing with, Lucien.” His voice almost dripped with venom, and he pulled back just a little before reaching forward and grabbing Lucien’s collar, shoving him hard towards the bed. Might as well get comfortable while they’re at it. He might’ve let him get away those few other times, and he probably thought he’d slipped him completely when he moved to Los Angeles, but Jun Shi would definitely always find him.
”You really can’t expect to get away with something like this. What did they say, an arm for an arm?” Though perhaps targeting the fingers would be much easier. Breaking arms was generally messy and it required a whole lot of effort that he wasn’t willing to expend on such a stain. The sound of crackling bones certainly did bring him some degree of delight, like a small child, the sound was music to his ears. Perhaps he should go for the ribs; those were rather easy as well. Something small and sensitive.
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 19, 2013 20:51:59 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Generally, Lucien could guess at what had upset Jun Shi. Perhaps he spoke out of turn. Perhaps he spoke at all. Perhaps it was that he hadn't spoken when Jun Shi wanted to, which was almost always impossible to tell. Sometimes the answers he gave were wrong. Sometimes the answers he gave were right, and that would draw the man's wrath. It was his experience that there was no correct answer with Jun Shi. No matter what he did, it was going to be wrong.
Generally, though, he'd gotten fairly good at working out what had upset Jun Shi. It wasn't a matter of getting into Jun Shi's head--it was a matter of trying to think the way he'd thought a few years ago. They'd been similar enough back then, both willing to punish for minor technicalities. He knew that at least part of it was the fact that he'd just spoken out of turn, and done so in such a way that indicated he had some degree of control over the situation. He knew Jun Shi hated that, but he hated it in a way that delighted him--after all, it gave him yet another reason to cause Lucien to suffer, and that seemed to be one of the few things that Lucien felt actually brought him any sort of joy.
Whatever he'd done was obviously several degrees above speaking out of turn, and apparently obvious to Jun Shi. He was lecturing him after all--not mocking, but actually telling him he'd done something wrong, which was fairly rare in Lucien's experience. He caught himself on the bed, frantically scrambling onto it, turning so his back faced the wall like a cornered animal.
For once, he really didn't have any idea at all, and it was obvious when he spoke, eyes wide in confusion and genuine terror. He wasn't going to get off with a smack to the face. Not with how angry Jun Shi was.
"Please! Please, I really - I have no idea what I did." Which would probably make it worse, but there was the tiny chance that Jun Shi would actually say it outright, saving him from experiencing it all again. |
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 10:03:09 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -.
Kun Shui always refused to do dirty work, and what a pity that was; it was always the most fun, according to Jun Shi. The speaking out of turn, telling him to be gentle with the fan, was really out of the question. Usually, if it had been some run of the mill piece, he would’ve gotten mad at him for talking back at him. There was always a reason to be mad at Lucien, and if there wasn’t an immediate one, he could always bring up the fact that Lucien was an enemy and someone who’d been spared simply because Kun Shui was soft.
Pulling him out and shooting him in the head was messy, but it was quick and painless (if he hit the right spot) and Kun Shui would likely only be upset for a little while. Making it look like an accident would be a lot easier, and there were plenty of ‘accidents’ that he could think up of on the spot. Pushing him down the stairs would be a nice one, or force something down his throat to have him choke on it sounded plausible as well. About a thousand things were going through his mind, none of them pleasant for poor Lucien.
He watched as he scrambled back on the bed, but was unphased enough to practically pounce on him when his back was to the wall. Begging wasn’t going to do jack shit, and Lucien was probably well aware of that. Jun Shi had a sort of liking towards those ones that cried, and Lucien had been oh so difficult to convince at first. He’d definitely be crying once he was done with him this time.
Jun Shi straddled him, pinning one of Lucien’s arms against his side as he snatched up his other hand by the wrist. He knew how to do this; he’d done it so many times before, and with Lucien’s history, he probably knew what was coming as well.
Jun Shi took a good few seconds to just look at those fingers; nice and delicate, never seeing a day of hard work in their lives. ”I’m pretty sure you’re well aware of what you did.”
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Post by LUCIEN MARGAUX on Jun 20, 2013 10:13:34 GMT -8
tagged: jun shi. time: may 10th, 4pm. notes: bone break time. Pinning lead to a lot of different things. That alone wasn't enough to give Lucien any sort of warning for what Jun Shi had in mind. When he grabbed his wrist though, he had a distinct flash of memory--the crack of finger bones breaking as he'd pressed them back (or had someone else press them back, as was so often the case).
In all his life, Lucien had never been particularly disabled in any way. He'd always had his sight, his hearing, and the use of all limbs. He'd never broken a bone even once, and to him, the idea of being disabled like that was a particularly alarming one. He'd been laid up in other ways, confined to a single room by himself, but that had been a much different feeling. Similar effects, but different psychologically. Functionally, there was no difference between having your legs broken and being tied to a chair, but the mental effects were much different.
For Lucien, being physically unable to do something was much worse. It meant he absolutely couldn't. When it was just forbidden, he could do the mental gymnastics to make it better--telling himself he could escape, or would find a way around it. He was smart, and he told himself those things over and over until he convinced himself, and that made it all more bearable.
You couldn't convince yourself out of a broken bone. In that instant that he realized, his terror was more raw and real then it had been for a long time, and he jerked back as much as possible, giving up completely on even attempting to work out what he'd done.
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Post by JUN SHI WEI on Jun 20, 2013 10:29:06 GMT -8
tagged: Lucien Margaux. time: May 10th, 4PM. speech: jun shi. notes: - - -.
He observed his fingers almost like a fine specimen of some sort; it was something he definitely wanted to pay a lot of attention to. Perhaps he should get a goddamn video camera in here and record the whole thing for later. Sick, he was aware, but he didn’t exactly care. Lucien had it coming, he deserved it, so he should sit the hell down and take it. Perhaps he would’ve gotten away with a smack this time around if he hadn’t up and taken the fan, which was generally something hugely important in the family. Ceremonial gifts were extremely cherished, and it didn’t even cross his mind that Kun Shui would’ve just given it away for no reason.
But when Lucien jerked his hand back, hard enough to slip his wrist out of his grasp, that was pretty much the last straw. Jun Shi growled, quickly grabbing Lucien’s one free arm and quickly jerking it back up towards him once again, hard enough that it’d definitely hurt his elbow or shoulder; something along those lines, and he didn’t quite care. There was a venom dripping from his voice and a fire in his eyes and his smile was sickly sweet as he decided which side to start from, and then probably hopping on over to the next hand, too.
Make it quick first, and then draw it out. Yes, that sounded like the best.
”Oh shut up, Lucien. Don’t be such a goddamn baby. You’re doing this to yourself, so just remember. Maybe it only needs to happen once.” He doubted it. Jun Shi grabbed his pinky finger, small and delicate, easiest to break, and began to twist. It was just for show at first, and he’d twist it around until it became extremely painful, but not breaking it yet. Finger torture tended to make a lot of people squeamish, and just threatening it was enough to get most to behave.
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