NO! I'm -s u p p o s e d- to be here! {Dimitri}

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha was currently in the student lounge, packing and repacking all the objects into his bag. Mentally going through the checklist:
Ducktape? Check.
Poptarts? Check.
Screwdriver? Check.
Flashlight? Check.
Batteries? Check.
Cellphone? Check.
Marbles? Check.
Glue? Check.
Chewy peppermint candy? Check.
Q-tips? CHECK-ER-ROO!
Ant grinned at the last one. Honestly you never knew what you needed when breaking into a school. Though most people would have considered him crazy at bringing Q-tips along. But.. Ant figured they'd be useful for SOMETHING. Like perhaps if he got thrown into jail he could make arts and crafts! See, he planned ahead. Mostly though this whole "breaking into school" business was beyond his mental capacity. Since, really Ant went to this school. But breaking in seemed a much better way of putting sneaking into the research lab.

But why did he want into the research lab at two in the morning? Because he was told NO. Telling Ant no was was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He threw the bag over his shoulder and yanked on his piggy-hat like an army uniform. Time for war. Ant 'snuck' through the quiet dorms, pausing only to yell at underclassmen before making his way to the Laboratory, surprised to find it unlocked.

Wait was his plan blown? No! No no. Ant would ambush the nerd still working in the lab. Oh yes he would. Yes indeedy. He pulled out the flashlight, gripping it in his fist like a gun. Oh yes, nerdy-herd was gunna paaay. Ant worked his way inch by inch through the lab until he found the room with someone still in it. Ohh and it was a boy! Ant grinned and without further ado, all plans of sneaking around further washed from his brain, jumped into the room. He clicked the power button and the flash light came blaring on at the guys head. "Это - полиция!! Поместите ваши руки, где я могу видеть их и оборачиваться, преступник!! Я поймал Вас красный врученный!" he roared, sounding very authoritative in his full-on Russian accent. Oh yes, he was fluent in Russian and even had an accent. But he was Russian so what'd you expect? "Продвиньтесь, Господин. Я не имею всю ночь!" now he was laughing to hard to come off as the police and the flashlight fell to the ground as he cracked up.


OOC::
Это - полиция!! Поместите ваши руки, где я могу видеть их и оборачиваться, преступник!! Я поймал Вас красный врученный! = It is the police!! Put your hands where I can see them and turn around, criminal!! I caught you red handed!

Продвиньтесь, Господин. Я не имею всю ночь! = Come on, Mister. I haven't got all night!

[Dimitri Spade]

Cicadas were Dimitri's new interest. Their delicate wings and odd lifecycle, they were almost perfect. He watched a jar with a twig a a female Cicada he called Dalia. He watched with his icy blue eyes, almost in a daze. The lack of sleep and companionship was lacking at two in the morning. She clicked her back legs together, and Dimitri pushed himself up from the desk he had been collapsed upon. Working had really been wearing on him, but his mind would not let him settle and fall asleep. The back of his eyes ached and hurt, making his head pound. Absentmindedly, he plowed a hand through his thick hair, pushing it awkwardly to a side, making it stand strangely on the top of his head.

By now, he had taken his coat and his button-up shirt and for his white tee under it to take top billing. In a huff, he reached up on the bookcase and took down a hard black box. It was the only thing in his office that he knew the exact place. It was important to him. He set it down on the table, pushing away some books and sitting on a rounded bubble chair he had moved in to his lab for nights like this. With his long fingers, he clicked open the black case, the shiny bronze locks making the clear sound he had grown so fond of.

Inside was the silver beauty that was his flute. He hadn't had much time for it lately, but tonight was a good start for it. He loved the metal woodwind. He loved its sounds and its cries. He loved its shine and its cold touch on his lips. He loved how it felt right on the edge of his mouth. It was almost magical the way that it influenced him, how putting his breath into a nonliving thing could bring him back to life. The buzz that went into his head as he played his favorite lullabies to no one but the cicada who didn't care.

After a particular sad song about time and love and life, Dimitri removed the instrument from his lips, sighing. How long had it been since he talked with someone about something other than his research? A long time, he knew. The days had blurred and shifted into one very long and unending day, hours drifted by in his self-inflicted isolation.

Beep.

Dimitri came out of his daydream. The beep meant someone had come in. Was it morning already? He glanced at the clock. No, still the middle of the night. Had Conrad forgotten something? He shifted himself out of his chair and went to check to see if he had anything of Conrad's.

“полиция!! Поместите ваши руки, где я могу видеть их и оборачиваться, преступник!! Я поймал Вас красный врученный!.”

Dimitri quirked an eyebrow at the Russian, spoken so fluently. Definitely not Conrad. He rolled his eyes, as the voice shouted at him more, only for its final syllables to be broken up by laughter. Dimitri saw the kid before him, a student, no doubt, though he hadn't recalled seeing the student come in before.

"Полиция, а? Нет, Вы слишком коротки и одеты слишком смехотворно, чтобы быть полицейским. Хорошая шляпа." He said back expertly, keeping his cool about him, despite the fact that he felt very exposed with no dress-shirt or jacket over his painfully casual tee-shirt.

"Теперь, чиновник, почему - Вы в моей лаборатории столь поздно сегодня вечером?" He added, with a wave of his hand.

OOC: Translation: Police, eh? No, you're far too short and dressed too ridiculously to be a policeman. Nice hat.

Translation 2: Now, officer, why are you in my lab so late tonight?

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha quirked an eyebrow up at the nerd. The nerd.. Spoke Russian. False! Ant had been hoping that perhaps he wouldn't have to be responsible for whatever school rules he was breaking here because he wasn't speaking english. but no. This nerd had to go and learn the russian language like it was flipping popular. All his plans of not getting in trouble and Q-tip tower dreams! Gone. Might as well not even have the Q-tips! God, everything was ruined by this nerd. "Нет, Господин. Я - шесть футов восемь, я - вне достаточно высокого, чтобы быть полицейским. И! Мне двадцать лет, таким образом я даже достаточно стар, чтобы быть полицейским человеком. Так обдумайте ваш заговор снова." he paused after his mini-speech and threw his bag onto the floor and sat down.

Yes, he sat down on the floor. After he snuck in. Oh well. Ant smiled and poured out all the supplies in his bag to start creating a house out of Q-tips. In the middle of the floor. It was just him tonight. Ant pulled out the glue and stuck four together to form the base of his house. Completely oblivious to the nerd until he looked up and noticed him, again. "О.. Я крадусь в. Только надоелся и думал, что я попытаюсь прослушивать кого - то. Плюс. Я хочу, чтобы кто - то показал мне вниз. q-наконечник?" he grinned and held out a q-tip in a form of help. Er.. In a form of join in the stupid mindless fun. "Я - Antosha, теперь кто - Вы кретин-мальчик?"



Ooc:
Translation: No, Mister. I'm six foot eight, i'm beyond tall enough to be a police-man. AND! I am twenty years old so i'm even old enough to be a police man. So think your plot over again.
Translation2: Oh.. I'm sneaking in. Just got bored and thought I would attempt to bug someone. Plus. I want someone to show me downstairs. q-tip?
translation3: I'm Antosha, now who are you nerd-boy?

[Dimitri Spade]

Dimitri's eyebrow quirked up again. He rolled his blue eyes at the younger man's sassy comeback, though he couldn't deny that there was something very charming about his defensive nature. Dimitri wasn't one to get offended easily, but he definitely wasn't going to let a student who snuck into his lab at closed hours get away with his harsh comments.

"Это было шуткой. Сарказм - не ваш сильный пункт? Я только не часто нахожу кого - то, который входит высокий как, я делаю*," He grumbled, shifting his onto his nose. He didn't really need them, but they were something to do with his hands, and he needed something to do, as the young man was intruding on Dimitri's lab time. Though... all of his time was lab time.

"Вы - студент здесь, все же. И .., который действительно означает, что Вы - нарушение границы, если Вам не давали разрешение войти вне часов лаборатории. Считание меня - глава этого отдела, я не думаю, что это имеет место.**"

Dimitri took the q-tip anyway. He was a huge fan of the white sticks, and had built many things using them. The scientist didn't know when he could be in desperate need for a q-tip anyway, so he tucked it behind his ear, and sat on the floor next to a stack of books he had gotten out of his bookcase and never bothered to put back.

"Я не беру любезно к тому, чтобы быть названным кретином, Антошой. Я добрался, достаточно многие изо что, когда я был моложе, и я действительно имею право назвать полицию," He sighed, taking the q-tip from his ear and twirling it between his fingers. "Но я не иду в, пока Вы рассматриваете меня с немного большим уважением. Это, и Вы принесли одну из моих любимых вещей. Я - Лопата Dimitri.***"

*That was a joke. Is sarcasm not your strong point? I just don't often find someone that comes in tall like I do.

**You are a student here, though. And.. that does mean that you are trespassing, unless you were given permission to come in outside of the lab hours. Considering I'm the head of this department, I don't think that's the case.

***I don't take kindly to being called a nerd, Antosha. I got enough of that when I was younger, and I do have the right to call the police. But I'm not going to, as long as you treat me with a little more respect. That, and you brought one of my favorite things. I'm Dimitri Spade.