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𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪!

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I’ve moved the muses here over to @anthologyoflucas feel free to follow there if you’d like!

#lucas talks (ooc)

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Living with Siblings Starters!

Pronouns / context can be changed as you see fit.

‘ whaddup, dipshit? ’

‘ stop hogging all of the cereal, _____! ’

‘ MOM / DAD! _____ is just standing in my room staring at me and s/he/they won’t get out! ’

‘ the middle child is the most forgotten one, everybody knows that. ’

‘ the youngest one has it the easiest. speaking as the youngest, i should know. ’

‘ ugh, being the oldest sucks sometimes. ’

‘ it’s your turn to do the dishes, i did them last week! ’

‘ _____, put the toilet seat down when you’re finished using it! ’

‘ well, stop leaving your tampon and pad wrappers around the bathroom and maybe i will! ’

‘ do you need help with your homework? ’

‘ could you help me with my homework? ’

‘ i don’t think _____ is mentally okay, s/he/they keep throwing her/his/their baby doll at the wall. ’

‘ i read your diary, _____. so who is _____? ’

‘ i told you to stay out of my shit, _____! ’

‘ mom and dad are gonna kill me. ’

‘ whose turn is it to walk the dog? ’

‘ can i have a turn with the remote? ’

‘ let’s play keep the remote away from _____.’

#i asked a question // give me an answer // you’ll say the word and i will disappear. (memes)

Starter call? Reply with who you’d like it from!

#lucas talks (ooc)

anderson-residence

@isclcphobics XXX

He wasn’t used to talking with children and especially not in this kind of situation but Carter was trying his best even if he didn’t particularly like kids. This girl was just scared, and likely mistreated there was no need for him to feel any disdain or irritation this time. That was reserved for his younger siblings. Right now all he could feel was sympathy as he worked to stay focused on his mission. He’ll work on asking her questions to get more information, as well as hopefully keep the girl calm.

“Illia, huh? Don’t worry we’re working on getting you out of here… How long have you been here Ilia?” He asked.

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Ilia paused, taking a breath to calm herself. He seemed to genuinely help her. She decided to take a risk in trusting him. The possible positives outweighed the possible negatives of the situation.

“they made me here…” she answered him after a moment. “Dr. Sung tried to protect me and help me… she’s gone now.. but she helped me hide a bag so if someone ever came to help me… she said it has everything I might need…”

at this Ilia moved slightly, pushing the wooden leg of her cot, revealing a sliding door hiding a frog shaped backpack in the compartment.

#The sun'll come out // tomorrow // Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow // There'll be sun! (Ilia)#v; I used to have a home // now I don’t even have a name. // I’m nothing but a number // here we’re all the same.

anderson-residence

@isclcphobics XXX

How the hell did he deal with this? Carter was not used to dealing with children. He didn’t have kids of his own and no one in the family had kids either. Not that he was close with his brothers these days.

“I’m a police officer. I’m here to help. We know all about this place.” Was that good? What exactly did he tell her? He would leave it at that. “We’re the good guys and will get you out of here.” Soon enough. There were still a lot of moving parts going on in the background, people to be dealt with, safety concerns.

“What’s your name?”

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A police officer… He was more patient than the people they would test her with. Maybe this was real. Ilia took a shaky breath, watching him closely still. He said “we’re” that meant he wasn’t alone. A lot was going through her mind at the moment, anxieties about everything that could go wrong, but then he asked her name.

“I..Ilia.. that’s my name…”

#v; i used to have a home // now i don’t even have a name. // i’m nothing but a number // here we’re all the same.

anderson-residence

@isclcphobics XXX

Carter had been working late and was ready to call it a day when a new call came through. All hands. There was going to be a raid of a suspicious facility that had been found. Despite his sore and tired body for being on duty for so long the news and preparations somehow perked him up. This is the kind of thing that perked him up and why he made sure his career led him to this path. Little did he know what would await him, how he would be left feeling strangely soft and raging all at the same time.

He rushed and quickly prepared. He pulled on a bullet proof jacket and gathered other equipment. The actions were second nature to Carter at this point years of training and real action had engrained it in him. He didn’t think as he shoved his feet into a pair of sturdy standard issued boots.

He readied his weapons and adjusted his radio. It was time to catch some scumbags. When he was ready he joined others in a designated meeting area for what he had come to call ‘the shit storm report’. An important and crucial step. Everyone needed to know what was going on and what their exact assignments were.

He listened to the run down with a grim face. This was a seriously messed up situation. They moved out to their assigned posts with caution.

Arriving he surveyed the area, nothing called out to him as out of place. But that was enough to put him on edge.

Soon enough he found himself inside, navigating the dark halls. Power had been cut. And that was when he found her. A child.

He wasn’t good with children if you ask him. He hadn’t even been around kids since his own childhood. He had a younger sister a good gap apart in years. But that was the extent of his experience. Still, none of that mattered in this moment.

He quietly radioed in trying to avoid detection as he reported his find. He kept to the shadows. He broke the lock open with a calculated ram.

He then carefully approached the child. “Shh. I’m here to help. Here, take my hand.”

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Ilia heard movement in the dark. Her eyes darted around looking to see who it was and if they would want to hurt her. When she heard a loud smash and her cell door open, she hid under her cot. Ilia was shaking, tears stinging her eyes as the stranger approached her.

He was here to help..? This wasn’t like any of the escape tests they tried on her before. They never damaged property before during those. “W-who are you..?” She asked cautiously, pressing her back against the solid front leg of the cot. Unknown to anyone else, it was hollow and held her backpack in the wood.

#the sun’ll come out // tomorrow // bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow // there’ll be sun! (ilia)#v; i used to have a home // now i don’t even have a name. // i’m nothing but a number // here we’re all the same.

Iris talking to Pete about Talia: I bet she owns more than three pairs of lightning mcqueen shoes.

#I got a show that’ll test ya kid // Then ask one question and the question is // What’s funny? (Crack)#Family ties; You've made it through the storm this far // You've done this dear // it won't be hard! [Pete and Iris]