Walking over rubble (OPEN)

[Marcus Prasad]

Oh what the fuck?

What the actual fuck!?!?!?!

Alarmed by Luciens sudden fit, Marcus looked from the boy, to the package of cookies and back to the boy before throwing his hands up in the air with a look of shock and worry.
"WASN'T ME! Those biscuts were FINE last I was here!"
As if to prove his point, Marcus moved over to the discarded package, pulled out a biscut himself and began to munch down on one himself.

While Delilah and Mouth checked Lucien over, Marcus soon realized he was on his Sixth biscute and promtly put the rest back on the counter lest he gobble them all down without thinking about it. He then returned to watching Lucien with a mixture of concern and curiosity. So it would seem it wasn't the biscute itself then? Then why the crazy fit? This was something beyond this range in knowledge and Marcus was hungry (no pun intended) to know exactly what the hell was going on that was making this boy have such a hard time keeping food down.

Realizing that the others had everything under control, Marcus drifted back and moved over to a window, leaning against the Sill and occasionaly checking outside. Where WAS Unfettered? Knowing him he would choose JUUUUST the right moment to slip in like he did in Marcus' first meeting with him. Still, The man was growing restless.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien awoke, dazed and confused. He looked up at his paramedics, then to the cookies Marcus was eating, then to the vomit on the ground beside him, then back to the cookies.

"SEE! I KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN!!" Lucien cried out.

Feeling quite distraught, he slowly got to his feet, and took a drink of water to wash the taste of EVERYTHING out of his mouth. Once he was recovered, he realized that his display had a lot of drama and stress attached to it, and he had some splaining explaining to do.

"I apologize for that, I didn't mean to worry you or anything. It's just, well, as you may have guessed, it's not just a physical thing that's keeping me from eating." He breathed a heavy breath. "I have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In most situations, I've been able to manage by keeping myself calm, and organizing things with meticulous detail." He pulled out a comb and straightened out his hair with exactly sixteen strokes, also noting the encroaching bump on his head. "When I go against the compulsions, my body shuts down, sometimes it's just something as simple as vomiting, but, well, I just had a seizure. That makes six in my life." Six was a good number. Seven was bad. So, Lucien figured that he wouldn't have any more. Unless he had a DOUBLE seizure, which would make eight, which is a multiple of 2--

Right. Talking. He realized he had trailed off.

"So, uh, since I've created my own little safety net, there shouldn't be any problems, unless someone tries to force-feed me... Anyways, I hope this doesn't affect my chance of joining the Crows." He spoke the last part with a knot in his stomach, and for once it wasn't caused by hunger or compulsion.

[Delilah A. Black]

"SEE! I KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN!"

Delilah couldn't help but crack a grin at his reaction, stifling a laugh behind her hand. There was nothing REALLY funny about what had just happened, it was just that his outright DISMAY of the situation was absolutely hilarious.

The admittance of his OCD dropped her smile from her face, though. It might actually be a problem...what if he needed to stab someone a few more time to reach a desired number? Or attempt to clean up a battle zone in the middle of the fight? Or got blood in his mouth and keeled over like he did just a few moments ago?

Satisfied Lucien would be alright, Talon and Nick both got to their feet, standing someway off near Delilah. Talon was frowning at Lucien, but it was also a kind of glimmer of admiration. "Again, kid, I have no idea how you've made it this long."

"But that Obsesso thing you got might not make you so well suited for rebel life. Lots of shit, in all terms of the word, I tell yew what."

Delilah would be silent for a moment as she thought this over, just letting her men talk and Lucien drift into a daze about the blissful numbers until she came into a decision.

"Go through basic training first," she decided. "If you survive that, you'll be fine. Welcome to the Crows, Lucien.'

She extended her (oil blackened ) palm over the back of the couch to him, smiling in a friendly manner. Meanwhile, Talon and Nick would both groan in unison as they remembered 'basic training'.

"Fuck dude, Tai is gonna wreck him."

"No. Shit."

[Lucien DeChain]

{OOC: Defying post order in order to wrap this thread. Hope you don't mind too much, Marcus.}

Lucien was shocked with how at ease Delilah was being. Though, while she was doing that, two of her men were groaning. But, Lucien didn't see anything, nor hear anything, from the two.

He got in. He was a Crow.

A smile spread across his face, and a euphoric feeling fell over him. Maybe it was the adrenaline high associated with just waking up from a seizure, but he felt really happy right now.

He also felt like there was a long road ahead of him...

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