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"Right... let's go upstairs..." he picked up both plates without hesitation, they would need to eat something to make sure they wouldn't starve during the day. Logan led the way and placed the plates on his bed, "We can take a different car than last time of my Fathers, that should be good right?"
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Wyatt quietly took his plate, and then dug into his food. "Mm..." He looked up at him, chewing absently, and nodded. "Yes. As long as she doesn't recognize it...things should be fine..." Wyatt shifted, uncomfortably. "If I can't contact him, one of us will have to sneak into his room on the second floor...during the day, he is bound to be there. He rarely goes to school when I'm not there to take him..."
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Logan tried his best to listen to Wyatt nodding along, but he was actually preoccupied by the idea of what Wyatt thought of his cooking. So he let him finish before asking, "You like it?" he asked with a small smile, taking his own plate in his hands and eating some himself. He knew that it wasn't the best thing to talk about right now, but maybe it'd at least lighten the mood.
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Wyatt nodded, flashing him a brief smile. "I do." He looked around for a long moment on the computer, and then sighed in relief when he found his brother. "Hang tight a moment--I've got him. I've just got to hope my mother is not nearby, or hovering behind him. I'll talk in a bit of code first, so that he'll know to shoo her away..."
Wyatt spent the next few minutes discussing with his brother. After about five minutes, he nodded, turning the computer off. "He is ready to leave. He just has to pack some clothing and his toothbrush...and he will be ready to go in mere minutes. He'll head outside when he sees a car pull up, as quickly as he can." |
Logan was entertained all the while Wyatt was talking to his brother by the memory of the smile he received, they were rare after all but it must mean he had been doing something right. He had almost forgotten how smart Wyatt was, it made him happy to know that the plan would end up going as smoothly as possible.
He stood up almost immediately at Wyatt's words, "Right, sounds like a good plan lets go." he popped one last pancake in his mouth for the trip, it was sticking out as he held it between his teeth shuffling around for his keys. |
((I'm heading to bed...I'm sick, and not feeling too well right now. :( I'll talk to you later!))
"Chew your food," Wyatt chided gently, gathering up his coat and slipping it on. His coat made him feel quite safe...it was his favorite article of clothing. He seemed sure about the fact that they would get away before his mother figured out what was going on. There was a chance that she would be chasing Tzalmon outside, and they would have to make a quick getaway... |
Logan grinned while taking a bite out of the pancake, "If I must..." he enjoyed Wyatt chiding him in such a way even though he was intending to eat properly. After he saw that Wyatt was ready he lead him outside to the car, "Let's get this over with..." he said with a sigh starting up the car, he hoped there wouldn't be too much trouble with picking up Wyatt's brother.
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Wyatt followed Logan out, closely, and then quickly climbed into the car after him. Once it began to move, he leaned against the car door, shrinking down a bit so that he was barely visible to anyone looking in the window. "Tzalmon will need a ride into school while all of this is happening...I suppose I could take him in, seeing as I know the way to the middle school..."
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"We should stick together..." Logan said as he turned the corner and stopped at the stop light, "Here, I got something so you don't have to hide so much.' He reached back into his back seat and pulled out a toque and pulled it fitfully over Wyatt's head hiding most of his hair, next he gave him sunglasses. "It's not the best disguise but you're harder to recognize." Logan bit his lip giving him one last look before starting the car again, Wyatt sure looked cute right now.
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Wyatt sniffed, resisting the urge to tug both items off of him. He hated hats and glasses, but would tolerate it for now to keep himself disguised. "Mm...all right."
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Logan continued to grin like a child, now that Wyatt was pouting it was even cuter if that was possible. He had to think for a moment, Wyatt was right, its not guaranteed that everything would go according to plan. "Well, you should send me in, it'd be safer that way."
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"...If he can't get outside to the driveway...and he isn't..." Wyatt noted, as they drove by his home, "...one of us has to climb up to his bedroom window. He will be there, if he isn't outside. He will only have one bag, and he is easy to carry, seeing as he is small..."
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Logan's worst thoughts were happening he really wished that this would be easier but he would help, for Wyatt and his brother's safety. "Got it, I think I can do that... I'm going to park the car a little ways off so its not so obvious okay?" After progressing a little further he parked the car.
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Wyatt fidgeted, and then leaned over. His bony arms wrapped around Logan, in a tight, affectionate hug. It was quick--he pulled back almost immediately. "All right...I will wait here..." He seemed nervous about Logan going alone...but he knew his presence would just be a nuisance...
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Logan didn't expect the sudden hug, but it put a smile on his face almost immediately, he had been doing something right after all. With one last look he slammed the car door behind them and quickly snuck up to the house making sure not to be in clear sight of most window. Lucky the house had a fairly sturdy drain pipe close to Tzalmon's window, he climbed up slowly and as quietly as he could. Once he reached the top he attempted to peer in the window in hopes of seeing Tzalmon.
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Inside the room, which was very dark and foreboding-looking, Tzalmon was sitting on his bed, curled up with a big old duffel bag. He had a fresh red mark on his face...it looked like a hand print. Apparently, his mother had just finished up scolding him for something, and had hit him.
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Logan peered in to see what looked like to be Tzalmon's figure on the bed, he knocked lightly on the window hoping it wouldn't cause much of a ruckus but at least enough noise for Tzalmon to come to the window.
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Tzalmon jumped, and then turned quickly, noting that the stranger from before was at the window. Wyatt's friend. He sniffed--a lot like Wyatt's habit of sniffing--and scuttled over to the window, opening it up.
"Hello there. Do you often climb up the side of people's houses and knock on their windows?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice. He liked to tease people, though it was often very playful. He was holding the duffel bag in one of his hands. |
Logan was having a hard time keeping himself steady even with his own strength, the ledge wasn't very big to begin with. He looked at Tzalmon not amused, "Do you want to get out of here or not?" Logan huffed trying his best to keep his balance he held out his hand for Tzalmon to pass his bag.
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Tzalmon held out the duffel bag at once, an amused smirk still gracing his small, boyish features. "I do, thank you..." Once the duffel bag was out of his hands, he raised that hand to his cheek, holding his face where the hand print was. "Ouch..."
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Logan had to give Tzalmon a second look when he heard something peculiar. After he had taken the duffel bag in hand he looked up to see the mark on Tzalmon's face. "Are you okay?" he blinked, clearly Wyatt wasn't the only one abused in their family. Logan held out his hand with a soft welcoming smile so he could help him out the window.
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"I've had worse."
Not a very positive response. Tzalmon hesitated before shuffling over to the window and taking Logan's hand, helping to ease himself out of the window and into his arms. Once he was out, he clung tightly to Logan, like a small child. He was much lighter than the average thirteen year-old, much like Wyatt was underweight... |
Logan hadn't expected Tzalmon to jump into his arms in such a way, but he was much lighter than he had figured so it would be easier to climb down than he thought. He slowly moved them to the drain pipe, "Hold on tight." he said quietly as they scaled down the side of the house. Once they were on the ground he placed Tzalmon down softly. Logan pointed to the car parked not far away silently and motioned Tzalmon to follow.
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Tzalmon pulled his hood up more over his head, grabbing his duffel bag and taking it from Logan. He quickly followed the man out towards the car, away from the house. Luckily, Elmira, Wyatt and Tzalmon's mother, was busy tending to her pet...a very old, nasty crow that bit everyone but her and, oddly enough, Wyatt.
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Logan let out a large sigh when they had made it to the car without any trouble he opened the door and slid inside, "No problem at all." he said to Wyatt with a small smile starting the car up again. "Now where to?" he asked not being the brains behind the whole operation.
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