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“I don’t want your money. God knows where it came from.” He knew Kit’s type. Young, reckless, the kind that would do anything for a second of fun. He wasn’t going to give in so easily.

Kit stopped joking the second he realized he was being judged. Blue eyes narrowed and his knee started to bounce a little bit harder. “Whatever, man,” he said as he shot up with more speed than humanly possible. “Forget I asked.” 

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rosteks-reaper:

What an awkward situation. Natalia watched the boy’s thumb mess with that lighter, a small spike of irritation growing in the middle of her chest. She hated fidgeting almost as much as she hated– well, that was a list that could go on for miles. Still, this one time, she could let it slide.

Besides, she hadn’t expected a work-related excursion to be the end result of her coffee break. 

“Stop moving your hand.” A command. Though her words were casual, friendly even, but there was still an intensity in her eyes that betrayed her smile. There wasn’t a Rostek in their ranks whose face she didn’t know. It was hard to learn names, but faces? Those were forever. 

Stll, every now and again, there were occasions where Natalia devoted herself to learning names. Where she thumbed through a person’s file all afternoon, absorbing every little detail she could about their identity.

It was a fortunately unfortunate thing for Natalia Lazareva to put a name to your face. Kit Yelchin, her little Lesyas spy, would come to learn that eventually.

But not yet.

“Have we met before?” she asked, though certainly they both understood the way her words were meant to dust this seemingly bizarre conversation beneath the rug for any eavesdroppers. This is our first contact, her words screamed. There’s nothing to see here.  “I think I’d remember you.”

Kit laughed. No, it wasn’t the appropriate response. Yes, he knew it was in poor taste, but the sheer absurdity of someone asking him to sit still was funny. Kit never sat still. He never stopped moving some part of him. When you spent your life moving faster than humanly possible, stopping became a foreign concept. 

So, he stopped with the lighter, but the second he took a seat his left leg started bouncing at a super human speed. He immediately wondered why he sat down in the first place. 

He knew this was a thin ice scenario. that if he pissed Natalia off she could really fuck up his day. She could get him into a lot of trouble. She could, shit, she could have him removed from this assignment and placed somewhere else. That would suck on a lot of levels, not least of all because he liked it with the Lesyas.

But none of this was blatantly obvious by the way he seamlessly started talking as if this was a perfectly natural conversation.

“Mm,” he said with a shake of his head. “No. I have one of those faces, though,” he said, quickly gesturing to his own face, as if that made perfect sense. “D’you stop by this side of town a lot?” 

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ivanxvich:

It was most likely in the spy’s favour that Ivan wasn’t the most extroverted. He had taught himself to be distrusting of nature. After all, you never know who you can trust and who has the right intentions. If he wasn’t on a mission, in the interrogation room or training at the mansion, he was most likely locked away in his quarters, dabbling on things to pass the time. He couldn’t recall ever having had a real conversation with Kit and he always felt bad whenever he didn’t did his best to befriend someone among the Lesyas. He hoped this could be a change for the two of them. 

“Do you know what they’re talking about?” He asked, lowkey shifting his attention to the couple. He never wanted to eavesdrop, but this time he’d make an exception. 

Kit, on the other hand, was very good at eavesdropping. It could be argued that it was easily what he was best at. He leaned forward a little bit, elbow perched on the table, and soon he pointed at the girl. “She’s angry because he works all the time,” he quickly pointed at the guy. “And he’s mad that she slept with his best friend. Although, I’m pretty sure he’s just mad that she didn’t wait for him? I don’t know, it’s hard to say.” He looked back at the other and shrugged. “Humans. Who knows? Could be anything.” 

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“Deal with a little education, as if, you shit,” Luka grumbled under his breath. With a huffed sigh he crossed his arms and Kit’s drink was suddenly jerking off of his hands and into the boy’s chest, spilling whatever remained in the cup down his front. “Oh, oops. You must’ve made some ghost pretty angry.”

Kit opened his mouth to speak but was soon silenced by the chill of water on his chest. He looked down, frowned deeply, then looked back at up Luka. “You’re an asshole,” he said with a small scowl as he dug his elbow into the other’s side before heading for the door. Now he was messy and, ugh, Kit hated mess. 

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ivanxvich:

“You’re here early.” Ivan spoke, looking down at his wrist, showing a dim electric watch shining through his skin, while nearing someone from behind.  “Or…  I’m just late. I suck, I got caught up into something and… thought I’d have time to make it here after.” The man spoke, his voice unscathed from any dialect or accent. Neutral Russian was what left his lips, those that could adjust to various other languages, dialects and accents whenever he had or wanted to. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long.” The man spoke looking up to face the person in front of him again. 

The last thing a Rostek spy wanted to do was fall under the gaze of the Lesyas interrogator. He was glad for the time and effort he had put into deepening his cover story. Hell, it almost wasn’t a cover story anymore. He preferred the Lesyas, cowardice kept him stagnant. But the Lesyas had accepted him, and he didn’t expect this to be any different. 

“I’m always early,” he said. His leg bounced at an unnatural speed as he spoke. “Super speed will do that to you. But it’s fine, I got to watch a domestic dispute through the window,” he said, pointing to where there was still a couple arguing on the sidewalk outside. 

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rosteks-reaper:

She’s not the type of woman you say no to. 

It’s a truth that lingered in the air around her, plain in her heavy gaze. Natalia Lazareva sat alone at the back of  Kafe Pushkin (truly alone, without that bothersome second shadow lingering near– no easy feat nowadays). Why, she’d placed herself voluntarily in the heart of Lesyas territory was a mystery not even she could solve. Peraps she wanted to test them in broad daylight, a silent challenge. Perhaps she meant only to feign ignorance, to create a stir.

Maybe she just wanted you.

Sensing a nearby presence staring at her intently for just a moment too long, she threw a glance over her shoulder, a feline smile curving along her lips as she raised her cup of tea.

“Take a seat,” she said over the rim, gesturing with a flippant hand to the chair across from her. “If you insist on lingering, the least I can do is indulge your curiosity.”

As soon as Kit saw Natalia, his entire body seemed to freeze for a second. What was she doing here? Kit had spent months building up a cover story with the Lesyas. If an interaction like this one went south in a public place, his cover could be blown. And normally, that would just mean a pay cut and going back to the Rosteks, but now it meant another loss, a human loss (though he used the term human loosely here.) 

Of course the entire time he was stuck in this thought, he was doing more to blow his own cover. Kit Yelchin didn’t ever just simply stand still, but here he was, trying to gauge what this was exactly, probably looking a lot like a fish out of water. 

Finally he just sat down, lifted his brow a little. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and fiddled with the striker, holding Natalia’s gaze. “I don’t think I’m the one here indulging curiosity.” 

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moosexmussorgsky:

“You can try persuading me all you want, but I’m not gonna do it just cause you wanna see. It’s not as impressive as you think.”

“Oh, come on,” Kit said as his fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt. “I said I’d give you a fiver, it’s worth it for a fiver.” 

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corrxptedlungs:

Oh, fuck you, you fucking motherfucker shitty piece of shit Kit. Luka almost wished he had telepathy to share that, but the brief twitch of his nose and the downwards curling of his lips probably got his message across just fine, too. It was another tedious five minutes before he was picking up his phone and drawling out with little care to dramatization, “Oh no, my friend is dying, I must go help. Good talk, man.”

The old man seemed unbothered, and Luka’s glare was deadly as he approached the familiar stick figure, lighting a cigarette once he reached Kit’s side. “Good fucking luck next time you need me for anything, asshole.”

By the time Luka approached, Kit was nearly rolling with laughter. He tried to hide it behind his drink, but he wasn’t exactly doing a great job. Kit stood and looked the other over for a second, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Oh, come on, that’s bullshit and you know it. You could deal with a little education. Smarten you up a bit.” 

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“Oh, boy, that is… such a riveting story,” Luka drawled, not even bothering to look at the old man who was sitting beside him telling some story or another about some dumb war that happened a million years ago. Luckily for him, he caught someone’s eyes from across the room, and quietly mouthed, “save me.”

Kit sat across the room minding his own damn business. Okay, maybe he wasn’t minding his own business so much, because he was absolutely watching Luka from across the way, but at the very least he wasn’t trying to put himself where he didn’t belong. For one thing, he didn’t want to end up stuck in a conversation about the cold war and for another, watching Luka struggle was sort of entertaining. So when the other sent him that look, as cute as the plea was, Kit just grinned at him, rubbing his hand in quick back and forth motions along the top of his head, feeling the buzz-cut of his hair. The shake of his head clearly said: oh no, you’re on your own. 

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Kit Aleksovich Yelchin Character’s nickname: to be determined Reason for nickname: to be determined Birth date: March 23rd, 1992

Physical Appearance

Age: 25 How old does he/she appear: 25 Weight: 148 lbs Height: 6′2″ Body build: slight, slender Shape of face: round Eye color: blue Glasses or contacts: none Skin tone: pale Distinguishing marks: tattoo over left shoulder blade. small, round scar on thumb-forefinger webbing on right hand. Predominant features: none that stand out Hair color: light brown / dark blond Hairstyle: very short, nearly to the scalp Voice: low, quiet Overall attractiveness: average, plain Physical disabilities: none Usual fashion of dress: something simple and nondescript, jeans & a plain t-shirt, a dark jacket, dark boots. usually also a beanie of some kind. Favorite outfit: a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. Jewelry or accessories: none

Personality

Good personality traits: resourceful, adaptable, adventurous, daring, hardworking, intuitive, organized, self-reliant Bad personality traits: abrasive, anxious, asocial, cynical, dishonest, impulsive. paranoid, possessive, reactionary Mood character is most often in: Kit spends most of his time being pretty convinced everything about his life is about to blow to pieces all over again, leaving him feeling paranoid. Years of doing his job and doing it well, however, has taught him how to hide this feeling. However, he would be very, very unsurprised (albeit crushed) if his secret got out. Sense of humor: dry humor, anti humor, sarcasm Character’s greatest joy in life: Kit finds it difficult to slow down and enjoy his life, but the time he spents with Luka ranks high on the list. He tries not to put too much weight on that, though, because after the loss of his parents he learned to detach a little from people. Outside of Luka, he takes a lot of joy in running, in smoking the most pretentious cigarettes in the world (lucky strikes, obviously), and winning. Character’s greatest fear: His greatest fear is being found out. This means a lot of things. Kit is afraid of his Big Secret(tm) being found out, he’s afraid his sexuality will be found out, he’s afraid his deep seeded inner fear will be found out. Basically, Kit’s biggest fear is every lie he’s ever told being paraded out in front of him, and at this point in his life there’s very little out of his mouth that isn’t a lie. Why?: Because he’s afraid of losing Luka, he’s afraid of losing the new place he discovered in society, he’s afraid of everything about him being nonredeemable. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: being outed as a spy for the Rosteks. Character is most at ease when: he’s running. it doesn’t matter where, why, or from what. Most ill at ease when: he’s forced to sit still for too long. Enraged when: he sees people being cruel to animals, children, or Luka. Depressed or sad when: he is reminded of his parents, of his place in the world, or of the reality of the world around him. Priorities: His priorities differ depending on the day. There are days when his main priority is the Rosteks and what information he can give to them, then there are days when his main priority is the Lesyas and keeping the few friends he has made there safe. However, this is all just a convoluted way of saying that he is always his number one priority. Whatever path is the one of least resistance seems to be the one Kit takes. Life philosophy: he’s 25, he doesn’t have one. If granted one wish, it would be: freedom from the Rosteks v Lesyas war Why?: because then there would be no reason for him to be a spy, or for the lies, or for the secrets, and things would be a lot simpler. However, if given the opportunity to answer this question himself, he’d say “a real philly cheesesteak, because you cant get them in Moscow.” Character’s soft spot: Luka. his 3 legged cat, три (3). Is this soft spot obvious to others?: No. Well, maybe yes about три. Greatest strength: Kit is adaptable, above all else. He can learn to deal with any situation. His adaptability has led to him being a survivor. He doesn’t fear death. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His lack of ability to relate or connect with people is a weakness. It assists some in his ability to be adaptable, because he doesn’t need anyone around to survive, but it also leaves him very isolated and lonely at times. Without those connections, his decisions become more irrational and reckless, as he doesn’t think about anything but himself. Biggest regret: his cowardice Minor regret: minor regrets are pointless, he’s done what he’s had to do to survive. Biggest accomplishment: He managed to move up the ranks and be trusted as a spy, he’s well paid, and he lives on his own. Minor accomplishment: not punching people in the face on a regular basis. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: Any time he had been outed as a spy. Character’s darkest secret: his true allegiance, or his desire to switch sides Does anyone else know?: the rest of the rosteks, no

Goals

Drives and motivations: survival, to be seen as “good” in the end, to make his parents proud Immediate goals: to provide the rosteks with relevant information on the lesyas, to earn money Long term goals: to survive, to eventually be able to flee the city and travel the world, possibly to have the guts to switch sides How the character plans to accomplish these goals: finding his voice, his balls, and waiting for the right time. How other characters will be affected: the rosteks will be betrayed, but ultimately fine without him. his lack of personal connections makes this a non-issue for him. however, he fears what it will do to Luka, or to Luka’s opinion of him.

Past

Hometown: Moscow, Russia Type of childhood: pleasant, loving, safe, protected Pets: none, mother was allergic to everything First memory: his first solid memory is driving in the car with his parents to see the lights of the city around the holidays, but he has brief glimpses of his father shaving, his mother pin curling her hair, the smell of pancakes in the morning, a feeling of peace. Most important childhood memory: his mother and father’s constant reassurance that everyone is absolutely, unequivocally equal. Why: because this forms the basis for his betrayal. he’s betraying himself, his parents, their teachings. sure, he’s betraying the lesyas and wants to betray the rosteks but before that he’s betraying himself and his past. Childhood hero: Zanjeer the Labrador Dream job: ice cream truck driver Education: left senior school at age 15 and never went back Religion: non-practicing orthodox Christianity Finances: middle class

Present

Current location: Moscow, Russia Currently living with: no one Pets: one cat Religion: agnostic Occupation: in order to maintain his cover story with the lesyas, he works as a cashier in a convenience store, however his true occupation is a Rostek spy. Finances: he appears to be lower class, but has a lot of money thanks to his true occupation as a Rostek spy

Family

Mother: Nadya Ivanova Yelchina Relationship with her: Kit loved his mother. She kept him safe, made him feel loved, and always did her best to raise him the right way. She was often his best friend and the first person he turned to when he had any kind of issue. Father: Vladimir Yelchin Relationship with him: the relationship here was a little more strained, probably because Kit and Vladimir were very similar. When he was very young, things were normal, but when he got a little older his own attitude started to come forward so they started to butt heads. Siblings: None Relationship with them: n/a Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: n/a Children: None Relationship with them: n/a Other important family members: Tatiana ‘Ana’ Aleksovna Yelchina, Marko Aleksovich Yelchin

Favorites

Color: blue Least favorite color: orange Music: pop, hip-hop Food: french fries Literature: anything george orwell Form of entertainment: movies Expressions: “shut the fuck up.” Mode of transportation: running Most prized possession: his dad’s zippo lighter and his mom’s prayer rope

Habits

Hobbies: card games, dice games, games of chance Plays a musical instrument? no Plays a sport? no, but would kill it at track and field How he/she would spend a rainy day: reading, watching movies, cooking, anything that he can do while also doing 2 other things   Spending habits: he spends lightly and keeps all of his rostek earnings in a tin below his bed. Smokes: no, bad for the lungs Drinks: occasionally Other drugs: occasionally What does he/she do too much of?: lying, eating sweets What does he/she do too little of?: self care, relaxing, sleeping Extremely skilled at: lying, pick pocketing, running fast Extremely unskilled at: sitting still, anything that requires a great deal of fine motor skills, walking in a straight line, not falling down Nervous tics: lip biting, leg bouncing, nail picking, skin picking, hair pulling (which is why he keeps it so short) Usual body posture: just slightly slouched Mannerisms: he pinches the bridge of his nose a lot Peculiarities: he’s a very slow typer, he still only hunts and pecks with one finger.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? realist Introvert or extrovert? introvert Daredevil or cautious? daredevil Logical or emotional? both, depending Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? methodical and neat Prefers working or relaxing? always has to be moving Confident or unsure of himself/herself? appears confident Animal lover? yes

Self-Perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: he’s not a fan of himself. One word the character would use to describe self: liar One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: “I’m, like, you know. I’m just a guy. Not a particularly good guy. I mean, okay, I guess I’m kind of a bad guy. I lie a lot. I don’t regularly hurt people that I like but when the truth comes out they might be hurt beyond repair. I’m not worth much, honestly, I’m just here to survive.” What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? his ability to survive What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? his cowardice What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? blue eyes What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? too skinny How does the character think others perceive him/her: quiet, controlled, even tempered What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: he’d want to be brave

Relationships With Others

Opinion of other people in general: he tries to keep away from other people, but he generally sees everyone as just doing what they have to do to survive Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? yes Person character most hates: tbd Best friend(s): luka, tbd Love interest(s): Luka Person character goes to for advice: tbd Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: tbd Person character feels shy or awkward around: tbd Person character openly admires: no one Person character secretly admires: Luka Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Luka After story starts: Luka?? tbd

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*randomly materializes out of a murder of crows with a slurpee in my hand* hey guys what’s up?