Wealthy State 'O Mind [Kyle & Kris]

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Um, so...names Kristopher..."

Augusta still leaned up against his car, he let one arm rest and the other reached into the car and used his other to pull out a very old CD case. He looked at the faded cover for a second before looking back at Kris again. He kind of looked like a stalker as he just stared for a minute. He then smiled that million-dollar smile of his and actually spoke. " Augusta... Augusta Davingoun" he said softly.

"I just wanted to say thanks...and all. So um, I guess I should just...let you go and all."


Augusta was not dumb. as he was sitting in his car earlier he saw the change-counting and the bus they had come in on. And Augusta was NOT dumb. In fact, if he had been in high school he'd be Valedictorian, and he'd would have been the kind of guy to go to Harvard for a degree. He was really smart. He was a bit drugged-up from all his psychiatric medication, but that was different. From the way they looked, to the way the spoke and acted Augy could tell right off the bat, they were poor, and on the run. His father had housed enough people who were on the run, he could see it easy as a fat kid see's cake.

Augusta looked back to the CD and then held it out for the brunette to take. "Hold on..." he said and nearly forced Kristo take the CD. He reached into the car and dug around before he got his phone. As he was half in and half out of the car he typed Kristopher's name into his FBI-linked database on his iPhone. He sat there, began to whistle softly and when 1259 names showed up he checked age, gender and physical appearance before narrowing it down to 10 people. Then he typed in the area and found only one...

Bingo!!

Don't you love being rich and having government ties? It's a huge hassle to just ask if said person is a runaway, why not just looked up their record. Augusta stood up, with his phone. Checked picture to real life and sighed. " So Mr. Roberts... seen your Mother any time soon?" he asked. His serious face, somehow grew even more serious. He felt sorry for the kid as he glanced down to read through his records.

[Kyle Roberts]

The young man just smirked as Kris kicked at his foot. He'd been aiming to embarrass the blond and, to his great humor, he'd achieved his goal with precision. that made him laugh a bit as he dug in his pocket for the required amount, placing it on the counter. He sipped at his coffee as the woman rang up his purchase, looking about the counter. In a rack on the front of it was some candies, and one particular one caught his eye. It was a red bag with a rainbow on it, the name saying 'Skittles'. He placed one on the counter as well, paying for it with his change. Couldn't hurt to try something new.

As he turned, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of the man, as well as the bag that he removed from the trunk and quickly tossed into the back seat of his car. That automatically sent every danger sensor in his body to screaming at him, telling him that something was definitely up. What it was exactly he wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he knew that it couldn't be good. That was why he began slowly edging his way towards the door, making sure that he didn't move so quickly that he caught the man's attention, but that he could easily come to Kris' aid if need be.

And then Kris had to go over to him. Kyle swore silently yet violently to himself. What the hell was it with that boy and perpetuating stereotypes? There were alot of stupid things he could have done, but in Kyle's mind this one topped all the rest. But he didn't move yet, no he needed to wait for the right moment. If he acted too quickly then Kris would just trail right back to the bastard, a moth helplessly attracted to the light. Much as he hated to admit it, his brother had an addiction to pretty boys. The only reason he couldn't blame him was that he was the same, except with the girls.

And then he saw something he definitely didn't like. The man forced something into Kris' hands and then reached into his car. Immediately Kyle was out the door, moving straight for them. Much to his displeasure, he arrived just in time to hear the man's words. He stopped beside his brother, his face hard as stone and icicles cascading from his voice. "I think its time you left. Sir." He didn't want to hear anything from him, he wanted him gone and gone now. If he didn't want to go, then he'd make him, rich or no.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Augusta Davingoun. Augusta Davingoun.

Wait a minute.

"Isn't that French?" he asked and then realized like the dork he was that the man in front of him was French! Dur, the accent gave it away! Maybe that was what was so attracting about him, the way he spoke. Either way, Kristopher really didn't care, he had a feeling this was the person the women were going crazy about. Easy to see why, he was such a nice looking fellow.

"Hold on..."

"Huh? Um, okay." Kristopher blinked a few times, but nothing seemed alarming about being told to hold on. But, out of curiosity, he tilted his head and looked at the CD case. It looked rather expensive, in fact very expense. Say, wasn't this real leather. Eep, better not scratch it, let alone drop! This thing probably cost more then all he was worth.

He looked back up then at Augusta, trying not to think about the expensive case in his hand as everything added up in his head and by god did this guy have a nice ass! Wait a minute, don't look there, quick! Look at the trees! And so he did, easily averting his eyes towards a tree across the street. Hearing the doors open though, he turned to look and say Kyle coming, he smiled at him.

" So Mr. Roberts... seen your Mother any time soon?"

The smile dropped. He turned back around to look at the Frenchmen, green eyes huge. "B-B-Beg your pardon?" Wait, did he just call him by last name? Kris was sure he didn't say his last name! The boy panicked then, oh god. This guy didn't work for the FBI or anything did he?!

"I think its time you left. Sir."

Kristopher jumped slightly, "K-Kyle!" He looked at his brother and took a step back and to the left. "I--I was just talking, wa-waiting on you so we can g-go home!" He said a bit too quickly as if that would save his ass and hopefully, Kyle didn't hear Augusta. But he knew he did. Not wanting anything to break loose, by the looks of Kyle a fist might fly, so he reached out with one hand and took Kyle by the sleeve of of his shirt. The other still held the CD case. Oh, he was so going to get yelled out later.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta could see the older brother, as he knew from his handy iPhone, coming. And even Though Kris talked, Augy remained silent until Mr. Kyle Roberts got a bit snappy. He hated it when people got all pissed and into a conversation they were not a part of. Really. He had all the stuff he needed right in the palm of his hand.

"I think its time you left. Sir."

Augusta looked still as serious as ever. " I think you should watch your tone with me... " he said darkly, " I mean... unless you'd like me to report you both to the authorities, I'd watch everything you say and do..." Augusta then looked at his phone. He wanted to help them. He really did. But it seemed the older brother was gonna be a prick. He used his thumb to press a couple buttons. And he waited. Suddenly a voice sprang to life, it was an old mans voice, very butler-esk. "Yes master Davingoun...?"

Augusta's face became a smirk. " Yes, please send me a car, the safe one..." The voice sighed, "what have you gotten yourself into now Mr. Davingoun." Augusta rolled his eyes and tapped his foot. " Nothing much..." Augy would just have to help the hard way.

Now despite what most think, the Davingoun family was not the kind of family to be treated lightly. They were know of being both rich and honorable, but also rich bad-asses. They were not kind, nor nice or anything in between. So when Augusta lifted up his hoodie and shoved off the Smith and Wesson SW1911 pistol shoved between the waist of his jeans and his tan skin, it wouldn't be a surprise. They family runs a bank after all. Safety first right?

" A town cars gonna be showing up in about 5 minutes. If you don't get in it, I'll shoot you and report you to the authorities..." he said darkly. " Don't make this an issue... I can take you somewhere that you family will never find you... since there must be a reason two boys have tried to run away 3 times." His face seemed to soften as he finished, " I can help... really... just let me..."

Kidnapping for the greater good.

[Kyle Roberts]

He ignored Kris, not taking his gaze off the man before him. There was no way he was going to give the bastard any chances, stranger or no he trusted him about as far as he could throw his car, and he doubted he could even pick it up. And just like he'd though, he started making threats. Kyle just glared at him though, not bothered in the least with the words, because thats all they were, words. The man before him was quite obviously the stereotypical spoilt stupid rich kid, the kid of idiot who believes in the the infallibility of the law, not to mention the kind who had an ego the size of the Milky Way.

When the Frenchman began talking to who Kyle assumed to be his servant or whatever, he turned his head imperceptibly towards Kris, murmuring out the side of his mouth. "Get ready to run when I tell you to Kris." He could already tell that this prick was going to be trouble, and bad trouble at that. His top priority was making sure that Kris got to safety, his second priority would be beating the shit out of this asshole if he tried to harm his brother. He'd rather enjoy the last bit as a matter of fact.

Then the prick pulled a gun. Wonderful. Kyle's gaze turned even colder as the man continued his bullshit speech, not caring a bit about what he had to say. He wanted to help them? Please. Kyle'd heard that line before, and each time it was the same old bullshit. "I can really sense concern. But the only way your gonna help us is by helping us into an early grave. Thanks for the offer, but I'm kind of partial to staying alive." Grabbing Kris' arm he turned away, making sure that his body was shielding the blonde's without even seeming to. Things were about to get ugly.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Oh hell.

Kristopher bit the bottom of his lip nervously. Unlike Kyle, Kristopher wasn't ignoring the rich kid. Nope, as soon as he saw the gone his mind was set on trying to find a nice and easy way to get out of this mess. Because knowing his brother, he wouldn't listen to reason and cause things to get worse.

Kristopher paled as he watched the exchange go on between the two older males. The blond looked slightly uneasy and then he looked back at Augusta who was talking to a servant more then likely and his gaze was something to be admired, if it wasn't so cold at the moment. Also if he didn't have a gun that looked to be in top order and ready for use.

Unlike Kyle, Kristopher took him very seriously. He figured the dark haired man was serious when he said he would shot at them or at least his brother and Kris hated blood being split for any reason. So, he dug his heels into the ground when his brother took him by the arm. He stumbled slightly but walked. Looking back at Augusta, he really did look like he wanted to help.

"Kyle, he said he would fire if we didn't listen!" Kristopher said in a hushed whisper as he was pulled by a more then likely pissed off sibling. "Maybe he does want to help? He looked honest for a moment." The blond was seriously nervous though as he was being pulled away, brother taking the position to cover him.

He didn't want his brother to get shot, let alone himself. God, what should he do? He turned his gaze to look back at the frenchman.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"I can really sense concern. But the only way your gonna help us is by helping us into an early grave. Thanks for the offer, but I'm kind of partial to staying alive."

Augusta watched as Kyle grabbed Kris's arm. He didn't really want to pull out a firearm, it was unnecessary. He looked down at his phone and frowned. He already had a serious face, so the frowning made it worse. He locked eyes with Kristopher once more before putting the phone to his ear. He tapped his foot before he spoke. " Yes officer... I've found two missing children... yes, Kristopher and Kyle Roberts... yeah... mmhmm..." he said and watched them. " Yeah... I can do that... Sure... Augusta Davingoun... Yes sir... they are walking away from me as we speak... Yeah... corner of 45th and Brandry... yup..."

Augusta looked only at Kristopher with a face that showed empathy for them. He knew what it was like. They'd probably never know that, but he could at least try and bribe them. It sucked when people didn't take help when it was offered. Plus, Kyle was fucking paranoid. What's a rich spoiled brat gonna do to them? Really?!

The dark-haired man hung up the phone and slid it into the pocket of his jeans and waited. The car he called would show up, and so would the police. If they found the boys was a mystery.

[Kyle Roberts]

God, was Kris seriously falling for this shit? He would have thought his brother would know better, especially after all they'd been through. The guy was so obviously trying to screw them over that it wasn't even funny. Whoever had taught this idiot how to be a kidnapper or whatever it was that he fancied himself as sure as hell did a shitty job of it. Wasn't the first rule of abductions 'Don't tell the abductee(s) that your abducting them?' Sheesh.

Little to Kyle's surprise, he actually did call the cops. What was with this guy? First he tells them to get in the car, then he calls the cops on them? What the hell kind of purpose was that gonna serve? This guy was really starting to get on his nerves, mostly because he had all the escape routes blocked off. Which meant that he had the upper hand in all of this. And that just pissed Kyle off all the more.

Eventually he slowed to a stop, eyes closed in thought. There were just so many damn things wrong here. Avenues stretched out before him, but everyone of them dropped into the same hole. For once he couldn't see any way out of it. If they went with the man, then odds are they'd end up just where they started, the same if they let the cops take them, or if they tried to run and got caught. There was really no where in America they could go without being hunted, the authorities were after them for their father murder in B.C, and Tijuana was just too damn far away.

After a bit he sighed despairingly, turning towards Kris with an odd expression on his face. There really wasn't any choice left to them, that's what it said. It was the first time Kris would have ever seen such a look on his face, he'd always tried to be the optimistic one, always tried to reassure Kris that everything would work out. But this time...he didn't see how it possibly could. And so with a heavy heart her turned, concealing his emotions as he once again fixed the Frenchman in a cold gaze. "I want to make it very clear that I don't trust you one bit. Give me the gun, and we'll go with you. Otherwise you may as well just shoot me." And that was that.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher looked at Kyle as he suddenly stopped walking as well as dragging him away. Kristopher stared at Augusta from over his shoulder. He could see the empathy, maybe this is why Kris always got into trouble. He was a sucker for looks and the eyes that showed that someone actually gave damn in one form or another.

Turning to his brother, Kris licked his dry lips, eyes as wide as ever. By the way his brother held him, he knew he was going to be in a lot of shit soon, so much that he might be put to an early grave. That is if his brother didn't love him as much as he did. But right now he might of put them in danger, or maybe it was helping each other...who knew really.

But as Kyle turned and spoke to the man, Kristopher averted his eyes and leaned against his brother, looking uneasy. Not because of the events taking place but because his brother would be livid. He wanted to say he was sorry to Kyle but knew right now wasn't the best time. So, he kept silent.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta watched slowly and soon the two turned. He suddenly felt a whole weight fall off his chest. Behind him, a black car pulled into the lot. It stopped just behind him and out came the driver, the old man on the phone, and a blond girl a bit younger then Kristopher.

"I want to make it very clear that I don't trust you one bit. Give me the gun, and we'll go with you. Otherwise you may as well just shoot me."

Augusta pulled the gun out of his waist as the blond girl came up beside him. "Master Davingoun..." she said before he handed her the gun. She looked stunned for a second before taking it and quickly stuffing it in her suit jacket. Augusta moved and let the driver pull the car up closer and he told the blond girl to take his car back to the 'office.' She got into his impala and backed up, letting the muscle car roar down the road.

Augusta then opened the door to the black car, " Last thing I want to do is shoot you..." he said with a soft smile. " You don't have to trust me... but as long as they can't get over the Atlantic Ocean, you'll be fine..." he said and beckoned for them to get into the car.

"All you have to do is Learn french, instead of learning the layout of the back of a police car..."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kris sighed, he wasn't about to stand around here all day and wait for the cops to come and take away him and his brother. Taking Kyle by the hand he pulled him over to Augusta and to the car. The green eyed boy craned his neck up to look at the two much taller men, judging something it seemed.

He turned to Augusta then as the gun was put away, "Trust isn't the issue here." He then turned to his brother and looked at him for a long moment. Then sighing, he shoved his brother into the car. Sure, Kyle would hate him for a bit but it was better then being turned over to their parents for a reunion. "Just get in the car already." He stated softly as if he was merely tired of all the hassle already.

Then he turned his gaze to Augusta then, green eyes looking at him hard. "I know French already, so don't think about doing anything funny." He remarked as a warning. Just making it clear that he knew the boys native tongue. Being on long car rides with a few language tapes to pass the time helped keep Kris entertained back in the day.

After a long moment, Kristopher averted his eyes and sighed again. "Just do what you are going to do..." With a shake of his head, "We can't argue anyways." The boy then climbed into the car to sit next to his brother in which he then took Kyle by the hand and squeezed. Wondering, how long Kyle was going to give him the cold shoulder.

After all, all of this was Kristopher's fault.