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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Feb 17, 2016 19:22:39 GMT -8
Feliks Łukasiewicz | Poland | Does this count, since it was written after the last AC ended? If not I can whip up another, but thought I might as well check.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Dec 7, 2015 10:04:15 GMT -8
Much to Feliks' relief, Collins seemed to be more or less on top of things. He was surprised that the man was capable of fighting so effectively as seemed to be the case (after all, it wasn't exactly a requirement for a job that, to the best of the blond's knowledge, mostly involved sitting at a desk and filling out paperwork, seasoned with a certain amount of explaining things to the public), but he certainly wasn't going to complain about it, especially now that they were both in rather immediate danger.
Collins grinned and said something fairly flippant to Feliks, then grabbed him and more or less dragged him to a spot behind a building, and not a moment too soon. The sound of bullets hitting the wall behind them was unnerving, louder but still less disturbing than the noise that such projectiles would make striking flesh. They were safe for a few seconds, though doubtless that would change quickly enough. Accordingly, Feliks filed away the many questions he had about the situation (where did you learn to fight like that? What are you even doing in a place like this, anyway? Do you have any idea who those people are or what they're here for?) and focused on the important details. For example, Collins wanted to know if he was carrying a gun.
For missions like this, it varied. Normally, Feliks wouldn't have had a gun on hand for a simple courier trip, but he was in the worst part of town now, so his superiors had had the foresight to send him out armed. Probably for more or less exactly this reason, though he was certain that Q wouldn't have planned on the part where he ran into Michael Collins of all people along the way. Regardless, here they were. "Yeah, I have one," Feliks admitted, pulling out the weapon in question. "You want me to keep 'em off you, or would you rather do it yourself?"
((Amusing OOC note, I wrote this whole thing on my phone and my automatic suggestion feature wanted to say that Feliks' superiors sent him out with Armenians.)
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Nov 25, 2015 1:03:43 GMT -8
So apparently I'm so anxious about this that I can't fall asleep even though it's 4 AM and I'm sick.
I'm really, really sorry about this, but I have to call a hiatus! I have a ridiculous number of essays due in the next two weeks (if not sooner), so I really need to focus on those. I should have done this earlier, honestly, but I kept talking myself into believing that I'd kick my muses into gear and get something useful written before the AC was due and apparently I was very wrong. So very, very sorry to whomever I've left hanging, and extra-sorry to the mods for not getting things dealt with in a sane or timely fashion!
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Oct 30, 2015 17:17:46 GMT -8
Yes, hello, here I am planning to post and not actually having much success because I'm super-busy. I fully intend to do all my posts at some point. I just happen to have lots of essays to write and my muses are being eccentric; I apologize very much!
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 22, 2015 14:17:27 GMT -8
Feliks realized only belatedly that Marcello had meant to go for a handshake. For all that he was constantly on alert, there were times that he just didn't have any idea what he was doing, socially speaking. He couldn't catch every social cue, even when he was trying, and all he could do now was blink awkwardly. Explaining that he hadn't noticed the attempt would probably make things only that much more confusing. Better to just let the moment pass by and be forgotten.
"It's-a always nice to have a bit of-a company, no?" Feliks' new acquaintance commented, and the young man couldn't help but nod in agreement. He liked talking, no doubt about it, and having the opportunity was always fun.
"I've never really been here before, but a pal of mine kinda suckered me into it, y'know?" Marco explained.
"Did you know what you were getting yourself into?" Feliks inquired cheerfully in reply. After a second's consideration, it occurred to him to predict that the answer was probably yes. "Or do you always wear fun colors like that?"
Marco's additional evaluation of how he was finding the place was amusingly positive, considering that he didn't appear to have been the most enthusiastic about coming. "If-a it's like this all the time," he concluded, "I-a might have to reconsider my usual haunts."
"Oh, it's usually like this," Feliks assured him. "At least, I've never seen it much different. It's always sooo relaxing, I think."
Of course, for Feliks the relaxation was mostly in the form of the atmosphere. Sure, he was drinking, but that could be done anywhere, whereas he couldn't be this comfortable just anywhere. He wondered whether Marco would be nearly this comfortable if he weren't drinking so much. Most likely, the other man wouldn't have just asked him whether he came here often if he hadn't been at least a little drunk already.
Feliks laughed along with the Seborgan and replied, "Maybe not so often as I'd like, but I come when I can. I work two jobs, so it's not always easy to get an evening off." That last was partially a lie. He had three jobs, not two, but it really wasn't easy to find free time with that kind of schedule.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 19, 2015 19:37:11 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 19, 2015 19:00:45 GMT -8
The boy seemed so incredibly tense that even Feliks noticed it, but as he worked, that tension faded away in a very obvious manner. He wondered what had happened to scare the poor kid. Whatever it was, it must have been very different from what he was doing now.
Of course, the odd thing about that was that Feliks was doing his job in a pretty normal way, he would have thought. Aside from the change of scissors, he was just doing what he always did, what he thought most stylists always did. Had someone nearly cut the boy's ear off in the past, or something?
Then the kid answered the question Feliks had put to him: “I don't like the way scissors sound. They're sharp, hurried, like bees buzzing around my ears and far too high pitched. They're unnerving?” While he spoke, the boy's head started to tilt to one side, and Feliks moved the scissors away quickly so as to avoid any possible disaster.
“That sounds dreadful,” the Pole admitted frankly. He had never had such an experience, but then he was, naturally, used to the little scissors he used every day. It was a small wonder that someone who had that experience would dislike haircuts. Of course, his work would be different. He was being careful, as always, hoping to make his customer look good.
The swirls on the boy's head were still striking to him. He had never seen anything quite like it. “Does your hair, like, naturally grow in circles like this?” he asked, quietly fascinated and carefully touching the spirals. The stylist found himself unsure how or even whether to cut that part. He had evened out the worst of the ragged bits, and the weird spirals didn't seem to be in any danger of obstructing the boy's vision, so... what should he do here?
He decided to wait until he heard what the owner of this hair thought of it before doing anything.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Aug 10, 2015 15:39:39 GMT -8
So tomorrow my family is leaving on a road trip! We'll be visiting friends and relatives, seeing the sights, doing some camping, etc., which ought to be fun, but does mean that my Internet access will be a bit limited. I am going to be bringing my laptop, and I do intend to work on some posts on the road when it isn't my turn to drive (and they'll be posted when I have access to the 'net at hotels or restaurants), but if you don't see me around for a while then that's probably why. I'll be out roadtripping for ten days; on the 20th we return but then the next day (the 21st) I'm turning right back around out the door to return to university on the opposite end of the country, so don't expect to see much of me on the 21st either. After that, I should return to my regular school-year schedule. See y'all when I get back!
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Aug 4, 2015 14:51:19 GMT -8
It's been a while since anyone posted here, and I have an adequate supply of typos saved up, so have another typo dump!{We're headed to where?} {Can we eat it? Yes, we can!} {The princess of a very tiny country indeed} {Very opinionated chicken} {Iso forgot something} {I'm not sure how Amy manages to communicate at all with her phone in the way} {Poor Icy becomes an egg} {Whose land is it, anyway?} {Synesthesiac Derp switches her senses} {Inspiring lids} {Iso does very flavorful research} {Two-parter: The Derpinator Attacks (with her sharp fingernail-cutting hair)} {Asu, that isn't going to help} {Vash gets creative about how he deals with a zombie AU}
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jun 14, 2015 22:10:47 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jun 6, 2015 20:56:46 GMT -8
As Feliks watched the room, he caught sight of a young man who, like himself, seemed unusually aware of everything that was around him. He was another one who seemed to like his bright colors, too, since there was no earthly reason (as far as the Pole could tell) that anyone would go out in public wearing canary-yellow pants with a sky-blue shirt who didn't have a particular personal fondness for a nice, vivid hue.
Normally Feliks would have just glanced at the man and returned to looking around at everyone else, but the man looked right back at him with a friendly smile. Feliks returned the look, and the man joined him moments later.
"You-a look kinda bored, amico," the stranger said, in an accent that sounded sort of Italian. Feliks smiled and shook his head blandly; he certainly wasn't bored, watching the crowd in a place like this, but he didn't object to company either. The man cheerfully introduced himself as "Marcello--Marco for short."
"Nice to meet you, Marcello," the blond young man drawled amicably in reply. "My name's Feliks, and I totally do appreciate someone to talk to. I don't think I've seen you around here before; what brings you by?"
The question was meant innocuously, but Feliks had phrased it vaguely enough that in case Marcello didn't want to touch some part of his motivations for either visiting the bar or coming to talk to him (and it was quite possible that he wouldn't; some people, Feliks was well aware, had secrets, especially in a neighborhood that housed both a large gay community and a lot of secret agents), it would be easy to avoid the difficult bits. It was second nature by now for the eccentric agent to conceal his own secrets, and he found himself automatically extending an opportunity for his new acquaintance to do the same. Something suggested to him that it might be necessary, on a level that he wasn't even consciously aware of, and had he been asked he couldn't have begun to explain what it was that gave him that hint.
With the exception of the fact that he had most certainly not divined the need for secrecy from Marcello's pants.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on May 21, 2015 13:00:58 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on May 21, 2015 10:24:25 GMT -8
The nicest out of the many nice things about the Royal Vauxhall Tavern, as far as Feliks was concerned, was that nobody thought there was anything remarkable about him. Sure, he had eked advantages out of the "dumb blonde" stereotype as far as it went, but he couldn't spend all his time attracting funny looks. It got boring after a while. No matter how amusing the alarmed and scandalized looks were, they could get pretty repetitive. So when he wanted a break from all that, an hour or two with no one batting an eyelid at his peculiar speech patterns or his studiously effeminate mannerisms, he came here to drink and blend in.
At this time of the evening, the crowd was getting pretty large, but not too boisterous yet since most of them hadn't been here long enough to get too badly drunk. Feliks was perched comfortably on top of a tall barstool, sipping from a tall glass of beer that would probably last him all night at this rate, and keeping a languorous eye out for anyone who might be interesting to talk to, or who might have an interest in talking to him. Nobody had caught his eye just yet, but that was fine too; he was free of obligation all night (barring the possibility of some kind of emergency pertaining to one of his jobs), so he was in no hurry to do anything in particular. For now, he could just take in the atmosphere, people-watch a bit, and relax.
As gray as the building looked from the outside, everything about this tavern was cheerful and cozy. A veritable rainbow of clothing and hair colors spanned the room, as guys like Feliks in peppy colors and preppy styles mingled freely with more conventionally dressed types wearing darker shades. If it took all kinds to make the world go round, the clientèle here was contributing more than its fair share to the earth's continued turning, and that was exactly the way Feliks liked it.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on May 20, 2015 11:52:33 GMT -8
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on May 20, 2015 11:51:23 GMT -8
As far as Feliks could tell, someone was being mugged around the corner—a corner he was going to have to pass if he didn't want to take a long detour. On one hand, he didn't want to get into a fight; it could derail his mission pretty badly. But on the other hand, he didn't want to leave whoever it was to their fate, either.
Passing the corner, he glanced down the street in question, and what he saw there provided more than enough reason to come down on the side of interfering. The man who was being mugged had a distinctly familiar face—specifically, Feliks recognized him as Michael Collins, the head of the counterterrorism office. What was he doing here, in this seedy part of town? Well, that question could wait until after the rather more immediate problem of a bunch of armed men evidently threatening to kill Collins (in an exceptionally painful manner, too—a knife to one's stomach was nothing to sneeze at) was solved.
None of the players in the little drama seemed to have noticed Feliks so far, which suited him just fine. He strolled down the street towards them, so casually they didn't even bother sparing a glance in his direction, and when Collins lashed out at the guy holding him hostage, Feliks grabbed the surprisingly well-dressed man who appeared to be the leader of the gang by the sleeve. “What's going on?” he asked plaintively, and when the man turned to see what the unexpected interruption was, the agent swept his feet out from under him, sending him flying.
“No, really, what's going on?” he inquired of the rest, looking around to see which of them was most likely to cause harm to either himself or Collins. There was obviously something a little fishy about the whole business, and as a professional interfering busybody, Feliks had just assigned himself to figure out what that was.
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