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alisdair

“Just wonderin’ if ye needed a hand?” Alisdair asked, standing beside the head of security. Bruce wasn’t requiring him today, he had already been at the gym and was actually feeling a little bored. He wasn’t the biggest fan of paperwork, always tending to leave it until he absolutely had to, but seeing all the paperwork the other had to deal with he decided he might as well try and be helpful.

“ah, thanks for the offer, really. i’m nearly done all these reports. i’d love to have someone to visit with --- especially if anyone has any ideas to offer concerning how the hell to deal with the young royals running off every which way in a foreign city when the threat of world war is imminent,” he sighed, giving alisdair a small smile, offering him a chair as he spoke.

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arvis

“yeah, i’m sure you’re a busy man,” arvis nodded. “i just figured you’d be interested in knowing that some blonde duo is, as we speak, trying to slip past your guards. i gotta admit, i admire their skill, their tally is pretty high. what was it again, hm? i think they said this would be their seventh time. well, i just can’t let that happen.” he couldn’t let it happen because he wanted to be the first to reach TWENTY consecutive successful unauthorized trips outside. the game needed to be rigged if he wanted to have a chance.

he looked at the younger royal with suspicion. there was a hint of mischief in his eyes he knew far too well. “didn’t take you for the snitching type,” he grumbled as he picked up a fresh piece of paper, taking down the information he was being given. “just what exactly you getting out of telling me this?” he asked with a sigh, leaning back in his chair and inspecting the blonde. 

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elisabet

“right, uh, sorry, i won’t bother you for long.” elisabet insisted as she sat across from who she’d been told was the head of security. “my bodyguard anthony has had to go back to italy, a family emergency, and i was just wondering if you had a spare guard to accompany me this evening? i was wanting to see a few night markets but i understand if you just don’t have anybody to spare.”

“that’s alright, your highness. my time is all yours,” he spoke, pushing away the piles of papers as he glanced at the young princess. “yes -- i see. i think i remember that. i’ll be appointing you a new guard shortly, please excuse the delay. in the meantime, i could escort you personally. i wouldn’t want you to miss out. besides, it’s nice having one of you ask instead of sneaking out, for once.” he gave a small chuckle, shaking his head.

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amira

“You tell me. Is coffee important to you? I just made some and figured you could use it.” Amira tilted her head to the side, waiting for a response. She had no interest in adding to the poor man’s stress levels, so she simply sat down quietly and crossed her legs, eyes already scanning the room as if looking for some sort of entertainment. 

“you -- are a true godsend,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he gladly accepted the coffee. he pushed away the papers as he took a sip of the coffee. “i guess i could use a break, too,” he chuckled, shaking his head. he was never truly off duty, living among the people he was dedicated to protect. “never thought retiring from the marines would’ve been actually more stressful.”

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cesare

seven-thirty in the morning was normally a late wake up for cesare but his jetlagged body was not having it today and leaned heavily against the door. he extended his hand for derek to shake, “none of that ‘your highness’ bullshit please, gives me a headache. it’s cesare. it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

derek almost felt bad --- he knew the effects of jetlag could really mess with your body, though he kept his back straight, shaking the younger male’s hand firmly. “fine, cesare then. the pleasure’s all mine. and it would be even more of a pleasure if the next we meet wasn’t because of you trying to sneak out, or anything of the sort,” he gave a small smile, but his eyes were hard. he had files on all the royals, and he had an eye on cesare. “i know who your friends are, kid. and i’ve got my eye on you. it’s all for your safety.”

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juliet

juliet knew that they were all after her. she started to run, even though she wasn’t that fast because of her high heels. she targetted the nearest exit, hearing their voices only a few hallways away. she can make it. she had been caught while trying to sneak out because she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings so she knocked off a vase, which alarmed the guards. once they’ve seen that a french duchess is trying to get away, they had to catch her so she couldn’t do anything but run. all she wanted was to have fun for a few hours and now she’s being hunted by a group of angry bodyguards. right after she reached the last hallway, she was really close to escaping. juliet looked back to check whether they’re still following her or not and instead of having the door automatically open so she could get out, she bumped into somebody so hard that she knocked the other off and fell over him.

“what the hell are you doing in front of     ” she wanted to get up and run to a cab but she recognised his uniform. she had been caught. “shit.”

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he was getting tired of running after young, entitled teens who had no concept of the danger that lay outside of the confines of the plaza. so, once again, the alarm had been tipped to all security staff about the duchess of valentinois not only getting caught, but making a run for it. usually -- he’d be quietly impressed at the determination of the lady, but this was his head on the line. every day they played with his job and they didn’t even know it. if it was up to him, they’d be locked in their rooms. how hard was it to ask for special permission to leave the premises?

he had just come from outside, assuring the petite girl wouldn’t make it past the front steps. he’d been two steps into the hotel when a force inadvertently slammed into him and knocked him over. “duchess.” he spoke gruffly, picking himself up and offering her a hand, standing squarely in front of the office. “follow me. and that’s an order.” he spoke sternly, waving the other guards off. he could deal with her alone now.

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pedro

“I do, actually.” Pedro said in his serious tone, his body straight and his hands on his back to show the other he was there on working mode. “I’ve seen a couple trying to sneak in the building, quite a suspicious attitude. A man and a woman, both not on the files.” he thought it was important to tell they were not on the files. Each bodyguard had a file on every single person who entered the building. “Anyway, I’m just here to warn you. If you’re gonna look into the security cameras it was at the reception around 3:15.”

derek finally decided to look up from his work, giving a curt nod to pedro. not that he’d ever admit it on duty, but he liked his younger employee -- he was straight to the point and effective. “jesus. people trying to sneak in, people trying to sneak out. this place is a damn mess,” he shook his head, his anger flashing. they definitely didn’t have an easy job. “have a seat, almeida. if you have time, that is.” he wanted to dig deeper into the situation, and even maybe find solutions regarding the young royals sneaking out seemingly as they pleased.

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“listen — i don’t really have time for talking. unless you have something important to tell me, that is. then i’m all ears,” he sighed as he sat in the common area, poring over files and documents. not that he was the most talkative guy to start with, anyways. he’d been flooded with so many incident reports of young royals sneaking out that his head was spinning. the little spoiled brats were better than he thought, and if he didn’t find a solution soon, his head would be up on the chopping block. 

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cesare

“alright, alright, alright, seriously with the knocking man,” cesare grumbled as he rolled out of bed, a glance at his watch told him it was his guard who he’d asked to wake him but after opening the door he realised that it absolutely wasn’t his bodyguard. “you… are not who i was expecting. wrong room perhaps?”

as the head of security around the plaza, derek rarely needed to flash his security pass -- most of his employees knew him well, and knew he couldn’t be bothered with showing them a piece of plastic. he’d arrived at cesare’s door -- it was relatively early, but the ex-marine had been up since six am, so his day had long since started. “your highness. i like to introduce myself to the people i protect on a daily basis -- i’m derek whitehall, head of security here. i want you to know that if you ever need anything you can come right to me, as all the other royals.

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i still haven’t got derek’s stats or bio up yet but i’ll do it as soon as i’m done cooking these pretzels!! in the meanwhile i would love to get a few plots goin for my huge insensitive baby KJHDFSK