Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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}}LUIS IS BACK AND HE AINT EVER GOING AWAY.
Eating a home cooked meal together was definitely something they rarely did. It was either eating at different times or eating a meal of fast food together around the living room. There was nothing wrong with that, but there was something specialy about a meal cooked from scratch.
“I’ll drive!” He called out quite fast after Luis had asked. Whenever they drove around in their van Jorge would take most of the turns behind the wheel simply because he enjoyed driving.
Time was harsh on the members of the quickly growing band. If they wanted to keep their popularity and their money coming in, they were going to need to keep coming up with new music fast. Keep the fans happy and they kept themselves happy, right? But, in the rare times that they did get some free time, it wasn't hard to take advantage of it outside of lazing about the house.
"I didn't expect anything different!" he laughs at the all too quick response. He grabs his hoodie from the back of the couch, pulling it on as he heads for their front door. "Lets go, hermano! I can't wait to actually get cooking!"
The palpitations that Gally was feeling in his heart had no indication that they would be going away any time soon. Even if Luis gave him a perfectly logical explanation. The Keeper would love to believe Luis entirely. But there was a small part of him that needed to double check for himself. Just to be sure. The positivity was getting to him a little more than usual, or maybe it was just because of the fact that he was so sensitive to those they had lost already that his protective side was on full scale.
No one had thought to tell Gally? “ Well don’t blame me if I ask the Med-Jack’s myself. You could have had someone tell me! No one came to visit you? Being absent entirely isn’t exactly excusable. ” Nor was it entirely punishable. Gally was tough on those under his leadership, but he wasn’t unreasonable. “ I suppose I’ll just have to fill you in on what you’ve missed. ”
Luis knew that it was probably hard to believe, even if he was still standing there in the flesh, his left arm in a crude sling that tied around the back of his neck. They'd lost a few good Builders to bad falls or mishaps before and well....Luis, while hard working, was known for slacking off sometimes when he thought no one was watching. So, he just nods to Gally's words.
"I don't blame you. I'm sure Clint'll tell you. Although....I don't recall anyone actually coming in to visit me. I mean, I saw a lot of the Slicers coming in with some pretty nasty cuts, but no one just popping in. I don't think I'm actually the most popular guy around here, after all!" he says with a small laugh. He had a tendency to talk and talk and talk, which in turn could get a poor guy labeled annoying. It didn't bother him too much, though. He had made a few friends here and that was all he needed! "I'm surprised that you didn't notice that I was gone, though. You normally keep a good track of us all."
“ Yes. It’s about time too. I kept telling Alby I needed tools, he just thought other things were more important.” Gally paused the conversation till they returned to the Builders’ hut;; where he indicated Luis to set some of the tools down where he was. There was a considerably small collection of inventory at the back of the hut, but with the new tools, the builder captain was pleased about the project possibilities. The Keeper muttered again, mentally taking inventory at the same time. “ Sometimes people forget that we can build what we need, if we only had what we needed to make it. ”
"That being said," Luis starts as he goes ahead into the Builder's Hut, getting some of the tools that he was going to need for the day's job. "I keep getting the feeling that we're on the bottom of the priority list when it comes down to asking for the things we need each month. I mean-- Frypan gets his silly wax paper every single time but heaven forbid that we ever need a box of nails or some new hammers." Building was very important to Luis-- it was his life, honestly. He'd been doing it for the past two years from just after breakfast until it was time to call it quits.

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It would be wrong to say Jorge is complete unfazed by the crank. He did his best to seem indifferent about it, because he was supposed to be one of them himself, but past that there was fear. The fear he overcame with his determination to survive but once in a while that wavered slightly and he had to really pull himself together so as not to break down.
“I will,” he almost hissed back and exchanged the most dangerous look he could manage on his face right now. If this went south he was ready to take on the crank with all he had to give. Nothing was going to happen to Luis right here and now. Even if this was going against the ‘natural elimination’ that WICKED wanted, Jorge could not care any less right now.
He loosened up quite a bit once the crank was out of the way, letting go of his breath. “Shit,” he whispered under his breath as he took a minute to pull himself together. Eyes turned to Luis as soon as he had, wondering what he might be thinking. “De nada.” He replied, being so used to speaking the language with Luis. He shakes his head and turns his head away. “He was just pissing me off, but you’re welcome, hermano.”
While he may not understand Jorge's reasoning for saving him, Luis definitely feels a new admiration for the man. Crank or not, he just protected him and saved him from an untimely death at the hands of a further Gone Crank who looked like he wanted to rip the Glader's throat out and feast upon his blood or something. That thought alone made the teen shudder a little, eyes closing tight to get the mental image out of his head.
Finally, he lets go of Jorge's shirt, hands falling back to his sides as he offers the Crank a grateful little smile. The admiration was obvious on his face-- he could hear the voices of his friends in the back of his mind telling him that looking up to someone like Jorge probably wasn't the best idea he'd had (and if we're being honest, Luis doesn't have too many great ideas to begin with), but he couldn't help it. Jorge wasn't terrible and he was a good person deep down. The former Builder could see that plain as day even if the other's didn't trust him.
"What does that mean?" he asks, tilting his head curiously at the Spanish. It felt like he had a memory on the tip of this tongue, pushing and begging to be released, but he just couldn't get it to come out. It was frustrating and he didn't want to sit and try to think about it right now. "Well, pissing you off or not, you probably saved me from being either beaten to a pulp or eaten. Maybe both from some of the people I've seen out here already...." another shudder goes through him. "I'm grateful! Although this means I might have to stick next to you from now on."
Careless of the scene he might be causing, he stood his ground. A hand reached to push the man’s own out of the way. Perhaps he was pushing it, going this far with someone who he wasn’t supposed to know. Though, he did know Luis, he knew him all too well even if for the younger man they had only met at crank city. It was hardly enough time for the older to care so much, but he was no actor and watching the gladers especially Luis get this kind of treatment ticked him off. “ Don’t touch him, ” he warned, ignoring Luis’ voice behind him for the moment.
This really didn't make much sense-- Jorge barely knew him but here he was standing up for him and protecting him. Luis was thankful, don't get him wrong, just confused. Did this have something to do with the conversation they had earlier when they were walking through the city with all those Spanish street signs? Carefully, his eyes flicker over the elder man's shoulder to see the attacking Crank sneer and look between the two of them.
"Fine-- keep him for yourself." the man sneers, backing down but not without a look of pure, unadulterated hatred gleaming in his eyes and expression. Luis was silent until the man had finally backed away from them, his fingers having curled into the back of Jorge's shirt subconsciously, eyes cast to the ground.
"Thank you." he says finally, voice soft as he looks up at him finally. "I probably couldn't have taken him all on my own." at least not without getting hurt pretty badly.
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“ Hey! Why don’t you lay off the kid, pendejo?! “ He breaks into the ‘situation’ and moves to stand in front of Luis, staring dangerously at the guy looking for trouble.
Tensions were always high at times like these and it wasn't surprising that someone had snapped. Luis just hadn't expected to be the one under fire. His eyes cast down towards the ground until someone stepped in front of him. Jorge. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks up to see the back of the elder male, lips parting slightly.
"Jorge--"
Kisses his neck in an upward trail to his mouth where their lips meet for a brief second. "Hey," he whispers and flashes a small smile, then pushes his lips back onto Luis' impatiently.
The kisses caught him by surprise, but a smile begins to form on his lips. Slowly, his head tilts back, giving Jorge more room to kiss along his neck, the pleasant sensation causing a slight shudder to flood down his spine at the tingle of lips against the sensitive skin of his neck. When their lips meet, he kisses back automatically, arms wrapping around the other's neck to pull him closer. He can't help but to grin at the other, eyes beginning to lid. "Hey," he breathes out before their lips are together once more. He kisses back immediately, threading his fingers through Jorge's hair to get a good hold on him so they didn't have to part again.
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Face Claim: Michael Trevino Name: Luis Alfonso Hernandez (or real name; Alfonso Antonio Hernandez for my fellow tmr folk) Age: 17-early 20′s (depending on verse) Gender: Male Nationality: Mexican Birthplace: Mexico Birthday: June 21 Sun Sign: Gemini Residence: WICKED headquarters, The Glade, Paradise, California Marital Status: Unmarried Alignment: Neutral Good
L I K E S
Drink: Fruit juices, sweetened coffee or tea Food: not picky, but his mother’s home cooking is always his soft spot Day or Night: Day Snacks: Fruit or something salty or sweet such as pretzles or chips or candy Song: “Paraiso” by Dvicio, “Riptide” by Vance Joy Quote: “Optimism is the faith that leads to acheviement; nothing can be done without hope” - Helen Keller Historical Character: Walt Disney, Thomas Edison Pet: Dogs. Any kind of dog, really, he just loves them all. Book: No specific favorite Colour: Yellow and brown Flower: Sunflower Sexuality: Homosexual
L O O K S
Body Type: Muscular due to heavy lifting, 5′9, Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Body Reference: here u nerds go :^)
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Paradise was everything that Luis could ask for and more. Warm, bright golden sunshine shone down on him, warming him to his core as well as boosting his mood. There were trees and so much green that it was almost overwhelming. Ever since he had gotten his memories back, he had been plagued by nightmares of the rotten, scarred and scorched world that they had left behind for their little island paradise. He often times woke screaming in his sleep alone among thin, soft blankets in one of the small homes that had previously been built by WICKED's foresight into this project.
There were so many different things that held heavy in the teenager's heart and it made him ache with longing for so many different things-- his parents, the world he wished that he knew, his sister, the sound of his real name on someone else's lips. God, Amelia, he was overridden with guilt about her death. If there was one person in this world that Luis had loved more than life itself, it had been his baby sister. She had been apart of group B, but had not been immune and had succumbed to the Flare. He wished he could show her how beautiful it really was, how amazing and fresh. He had made a promise to appreciate things more because of her death, because she would be unable to do so; he would just have to do it for her.
Luis was energized albeit a little sweaty from the morning's work. Just because WICKED had set them up with a very good starting point didn't mean that all the work had been completed by the time they had gotten here. The teenager made his way through a group of people so that he could get a drink of water when he noticed a familiar face. A face that he thought he would never see again. Gally. His Keeper and friend from back within the Maze. Quickly forgetting his water break, Luis makes his way over with a renewed vigor and a sparkle in his eye, lips curling up into a wide grin.
"Gally! Mi amigo! It's me, Luis!"
“I like that idea,” he paused and nodded to show his enthusiasm, “let’s go there, home-made things sounds like the right bells ringing in my ear right now.” He would proudly admit that he still longed for the home-made food that his parents made him. It was like there was a secret ingredient in it that made it like nothing he could ver get anywhere else. “Let’s go!”
"I think the more important question is when doesn't home cooking sound good?" he laughs as he gets up from his position on the bed, walking up to the television to turn the game system off. Soccer and lunch sounded like the perfect relaxed day to him-- plus, he got to spend it with Jorge! Who wouldn't be happy just hanging out with their best friend? Even if said best friend is a few years older than him. They had similar upbringings and have lived close to one another practically all their lives.
Another day working in the gardens had worn Jack out by the time dinner rolled around. Alright it wasn’t the MOST physically demanding job in The Glade but it was still tiring all the same for someone as small as him. He was practically slumped over in his food instead of eating it, chin resting in his hand when a SUDDEN VOICE pulled him out of his sleepy state.
❛ ━━ ━ Shuckin’ ━ ❜ he h i s s e d , jolted alert by the newest Greenie though was quick to drop any FURTHER NEGATIVITY brought on by a slightly panicked state. ❛ Hey, sorry … uhhh ━━ what’d ya say ? ❜ Jack asked, embarrassment coming over him now.
He hadn't even realized how tired the poor kid seemed to be and he almost feels bad. But at least now he's got the guy's attention. He offers him an apologetic little smile before motioning towards where he was already sitting (so much for asking before you sit your butt down, Luis). "Sorry, I was wondering if this seat was taken. It didn't really seem like it was, but I just wanted to make sure. My name's Luis, by the way! I don't think I got a chance to ever introduce myself to you!"
He's a little hyperactive, a stark difference to the other Glader's tired stature. It was like a day of hard work building didn't even make a mark on his energy bar.

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Luis wasn't stung. His happy, normal smile was placed on his lips and his arm was wrapped up in a makeshift sling, the rope attached around his neck, keeping his left arm up. He can't help but to laugh a little at the reaction he got, shaking his head as he steps forwards. "I guess no one told you, huh?" he questions, eyes looking up at his Keeper's obviously surprised expression.
"I fell off the Look-Out a few days ago. Alby helped me to the Med-Jack hut and turns out I sprained my wrist real bad. They kept me there for a few days. I would have thought someone would have told you I was gone. Oh well, I'm all better now, though! That's what's important. Clint says he wants me to keep my arm in a sling for another few days, but luckily I landed on my left arm instead of my right, so I can still work on stuff!"
}}Blehhh I have to get off and get ready for bed. It’s already 10 pm and I have school in the morning. If you still wanna chat, hmu on my skype or on @cxpitan because that’s what i’m logged on with on my phone!