Bienvenue ΰ Paris ! [lucas/katrina], katriinaaa :D

[lucas adam green !]

IF I’VE LEARNED ANYTHING FROM THIS
it would all be gone, it would all be gone
AND I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR BREATH
- - - - JUST TO TURN ME ON, YEAH YOU TURN ME ON- - - -

Lucas was clearly nervous and on edge. And with good reason. He'd planned for Katrina to come and visit today, bought her the ticket and everything. After all, it was exactly one year to the day that they had met. It was a special day; at least, Lucas thought so. Though Luke's anxiety rose with every passing minute, he couldn't help but be excited too. He felt like his family was coming to see him; Kat was like a little sister to him after all.

As the time of her arrival neared, his excitement rose. Closing up the shop and putting a sign on the door to indicate when he would return, Lucas locked up the entrances and drove off to the Charles de Gaulle airport to pick up his pyrokinetic friend.

Upon arriving, after spending almost half an hour stalking the parking lot for a space to put his car, Luke practically ran to Kat’s gate and waited impatiently for the plane to land. Lucas was so absorbed in watching the tarmac that he practically jumped out of his skin when a woman’s voice flew from the overhead speakers, announcing the arrival of Katrina’s plane.

He could feel his heart skip a few beats as a hoard of tired and frazzled looking passengers piled out of the gate entrance. Amidst all the people, Lucas didn’t even see Katrina until she ran into him like a ten ton herd of wildebeests. The force of her form being thrown against his almost knocked him to the ground. Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her affectionately, ”Bonjour, ma petite copine. Bienvenue ΰ Paris. How are we?” he asked, a smile on his face as he reached for her bag and led her slowly to the baggage carousel.

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STATUS; finished
NOTES; sorry if it's too short XD
MUSIC; The Casino Brawl; Luke Pickett
LYRICS IN POST; Where the City Meets the Sea; the Getaway Plan
WORDCOUNT; 295 words. only. pretty shoddy starter, sorry XD
WEARING; blue jeans, white singlet under a blue-grey shirt and a black leather jacket
CREDIT TO CFACE @ CAUTION 2.0 <3

[katrina marie canlton !]

For some unknown reason, Katrina was extremely nervous. It might of had to do with the fact that she was on a plane. That was probably the main reason. Katrina wasn't a particular fan of aircraft, being claustrophobic and scared of heights. Luckily, she didn't have a window seat although Katrina would not have peered out of the window in any case. Another reason for being nervous might have been that she was meeting her almost older brother, Lucas today. She had objected at first about all the costs, because he had paid for the ticket and was letting her stay in his apartment but there was no arguing with him. He could be as stubborn as Katrina sometimes. Literally. As the plane landed, Katrina picked up the backpack from under her seat with slight difficulty. Even though Katrina could use her left hand quite well, it was more difficult with a sling in the way, as well as a solid rock cast that you couldn't budge at all.

It took a white to get off the plane, and through all the passport checks. Katrina was almost stopped, not the first time it had happened, mainly because she was travelling on her own and there was a creepy man behind her with a hat and dark coat to cover himself. Unfortunately, he had been sitting next to her on the plane and through the eight hour flight from New York JFK to Paris, Katrina had stayed awake by amusing herself with trying to sketch left handed. She had failed at that ten minutes into the flight so after the seatbelt sign was switched off, Katrina put on the headphones and blasted Muse into her head.

Katrina was about to curse while she went through the threshold of the gate entrance. You wouldn't expect in a million years this many people coming from New York to Paris. Maybe it was time that she improved her French skills a bit. As the crowd was dispersing, Katrina stopped on the spot where she was standing, looking for a familiar face. Lucas was never late, anyway, Katrina would have killed him if he was. Her dark brown eyes scanned the crowd, at least three times before she spotted him, a wide smile growing on her face. Running towards him, her backpack still slung over her left shoulder, Katrina threw herself against Lucas, laughing slightly.

"Bonjour, ma petite copine. Bienvenue ΰ Paris. How are we? " She grinned at him, making sure that her arm wasn't in between the collision before standing up. That served him for scaring her in Central Park. "Ca va bien merci. Et tu?" Katrina was glad that he had come to this point of the airport, because she would have been completely clueless of where to go to get her baggage, not that it was a particulary large case anyway.

FOR ? tia
WORDS ? I really can't be bothered to count..
SOUNDTRACK ? seven nation army - white stripes
CLOTHES ? Long sleeved white blouse top, navy flared jeans, bright blue sling, black hoodie [in bag]
NOTES ? no worries!

[lucas adam green !]

IF I’VE LEARNED ANYTHING FROM THIS
it would all be gone, it would all be gone
AND I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR BREATH
- - - - JUST TO TURN ME ON, YEAH YOU TURN ME ON- - - -

Lucas laughed jovially when his little friend responded so confidently in French. He wondered if she’d learned that from him. Smiling broadly, he replied “Trιs, trιs bien petite fille. Merci. Come on Kat, we’ll get your bag.” and started off towards the accumulating crowds of frazzled tourists. Finding the right carousel in no time, Luke waited patiently for Katrina to point out her baggage before grabbing the bag and wheeling it towards the entrance to the airport, not allowing her to do a thing. She was his guest after all.

Entering the parking lot, Luke looked down at his hand where he had written the isle in which his car sat. Feeling a little stupid, Luke shot Kat a weak smile and carted her belongings over to isle F, Katrina in tow. Stopping short at his car, a black four wheel drive - perfect for carrying plants in - Lucas popped open the trunk and carefully closed the door with a thunk. Walking over to the passenger's side, Lucas opened the door, holding it chivalrously for his friend. He smiled sweetly as he made sure that she was sitting safely before circling the vehicle and getting into the drivers seat.

Setting the car into ignition, Lucas pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive back to his shop and apartment, all the while chatting happily away with Katrina.

After a solid half hour or so stuck in the traffic of Paris, Lucas finally pulled up in front of his flower shop and put his car into park. Opening the passenger’s door for Kat, Luke pulled her bags from the trunk and took them inside, leading Katrina through his shop to a back door, which led to his apartment. Pushing open the door, he stumbled inside. “I’ve set up the guest room for you,” he said, “I hope that’s okay. If you’d like, you can make some extra spending money working in the nursery. Just don’t set the plants on fire.” he added with a barking laugh.

Luke lead Katrina to the guest room and set her case down. He gave her a warm smile, “If you’d like to take a shower and freshen up, the bathroom is just down the hall,” he said pointing down the main corridor of this apartment, “and the laundry is right next to it. I can make you some food and we can eat before I head back down to the nursery. You can help me with inventory before I lock every thing up and then we can do what you want.” he added with a little grin. Having her stay would be fun. It was just like living with family, though he hadn’t done that in years.

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STATUS; for marie :D
NOTES; hello ;)
MUSIC; Stay With Me; McFly
LYRICS IN POST; Where the City Meets the Sea; the Getaway Plan
WORDCOUNT; 295 words. only. pretty shoddy starter, sorry XD
WEARING; blue jeans, white singlet under a blue-grey shirt and a black leather jacket
CREDIT TO CFACE @ CAUTION 2.0 <3

[katrina marie canlton !]

As usual, Lucas had a massive smile on his face as he replied, again in French. "Trιs, trιs bien petite fille. Merci. Come on Kat, we’ll get your bag." Katrina would have objected, but she had no clue how to repsond in the native language. She only knew basic stuff, and things that she had learnt when she was in pre-school with her mother. He lead her through the crowds and when they reached the carousel, Katrina pointed out her small red suitcase easily. It was not hard to spot, because it was covered in stickers and small cartoon sketches that Katrina had stuck onto it to identify it. Nobody drew stars like herself, which could be a bad thing. Being the stubborn teenager that she was, Katrina was annoyed that she wasn't being allowed to do anything. Even if she was a guest, she could drag her own suitcase along through the airport but Lucas could be equally as stubborn as she was.

They eventually reached the parking lot and looking at Lucas, who was looking at his hand, a smile grew on Katrina's face. That was one thing different from the two, Katrina had a very good memory, she could remember the first half of the periodic table in Chemistry lessons. Lucas shot her a weak smile and she smiled back, remaining silent. When they reached his car, a black four wheel drive, noting that it would be ideal for his job, Katrina helped Lucas by opening the trunk before he opened the passenger door for him. Sliding into the car, Katrina gave a small smile at Lucas before putting on her seatbelt. Cars. They were not a good thing for Katrina. Lucas didn't know the full details of how her parents had died, but at least while he was driving, he kept her mind busy by talking to her.

Half an hour passed, being stuck in Paris traffic, before Luke parked in the front of his flower shop. He opened the door for Katrina again and smiling slightly, got out of the car and attempted to help him with her suitcase and one travelling bag, failing again. Following him, Lucas lead her through his shop and Katrina paused for a moment, looking around at it. It was surprisingly organized, with at least a hundred different plants but that would have been because of his power. She caught up with him through the back door to his apartment. "I’ve set up the guest room for you," Katrina nodded in response, taking in the surroundings. It was so much different than her messy art studio back in New York, being taken care of by her dealer. "I hope that’s okay. If you’d like, you can make some extra spending money working in the nursery. Just don’t set the plants on fire." She laughed at that, joining in with Luke before it faded away. "I can't guarentee that." Katrina commented with a smile before being lead to the guest room, and her room for the next couple of weeks.

It was a nice little room, with a bed and a set of drawers to put her belongings in. Above it was a mirror, not too large and of course, there was a plant next to that. Katrina smiled back at Lucas as he said, "If you’d like to take a shower and freshen up, the bathroom is just down the hall," She nodded again, taking in the information, "And the laundry is right next to it. I can make you some food and we can eat before I head back down to the nursery. You can help me with inventory before I lock every thing up and then we can do what you want." That sounded an alright plan, and it wouldn't take too long for Katrina to freshen up. "Sure, although I'm not actually sure what I want to do." She said with a slight laugh.

Katrina waited for Lucas to leave before opening up her suitcase and putting her clothes in the drawer set, somewhat folded. Her mind worked like 'organized chaos', she inherited that from her mother looking at the mess that had been in the studio when she arrived, not to mention the amount of dust. After sorting out her belongings, Katrina took a small towel with her, as well as her tolietries to where Lucas said the bathroom was. Opening the door and closing it behind herself, Katrina placed her belongings on a surface before washing her hair and face. The annoying thing about Katrina's power of pyrokinesis was that she could not use it when she was in contact with water or ice, hence she took a while towel drying her hair. After she had finished, Katrina went back to the guest room and changed from her clothes into another outfit and went downstairs.

She started to wander about, listening out for Lucas so that he wouldn't scare her again and seeing a closed door, knocked it lightly. "Anyone home?"

FOR ? tia
WORDS ? 844
SOUNDTRACK ? phoenix wright; turnabout sisters
CLOTHES ? kat's outfit as well as the bright blue sling she's wearing
NOTES ? hey you okay?

[lucas adam green !]

IF I’VE LEARNED ANYTHING FROM THIS
it would all be gone, it would all be gone
AND I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR BREATH
- - - - JUST TO TURN ME ON, YEAH YOU TURN ME ON- - - -

Despite Lucas trusting Kat completely, leaving her alone felt a little off. Walking back towards her room to check on her, he noticed she wasn't there. Now, he wouldn't say that he was panicking, but knowing that she was just in that room - okay, he was panicking a little. Luke's head shot up at the sound of knocking coming from down the hall. He followed the sound, finding Katrina standing at a closed door. He smiled, "Do you want to see what's back there?" he asked, coming up next to Katrina. "Come, I'll show you."

Leaning over and turning the knob, Luke revealed a flight of stairs. "After you." he said, using his hand to point the way.

Together they climbed the stairs. He could practically feel Kat's nervousness about what she might find, but Luke had no worries. He had a feeling that she'd rather like what she was about to see. At the top of the stairs was another door, "Open it." he urged politely. Once Kat had opened the door, the two stepped out onto the roof of his establishment and into his private nursery. The roof was domed over with glass. The air up here was balmy and sticky, the perfect tempurature for his plants. All along the walls were exotic flowers the names of which were too complicated for even Luke to pronounce properly. In the middle of the room were three large tables. One was lined with small flowers such as pansys, the middle table was a large metal trough. Inside were pots and pots of tulips, Lucas' favourite flower. Thanks to his ability, they were growing out of season and blooming beautifully. The third table, however, was bare of any living plants. Lining it were pots and tools that Luke used every day. Turning to Kat, he held up his arms in triumph and said, "So. What do you think?"

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STATUS; for marie
NOTES; this took ages! i'm so sorry D: i went AWOL ><
MUSIC; 1981; Gyroscope
LYRICS IN POST; Where the City Meets the Sea; the Getaway Plan
WORDCOUNT;idek
WEARING; blue jeans, white singlet under a blue-grey shirt and a black leather jacket
CREDIT TO CFACE @ CAUTION 2.0 <3