content warnings: stealing, descriptions of violence (fight), other crimes, and tommyinnit
The whole "Red Rogue is firmly in the 'don't be seen camp'" goes out the window as soon as Tommy accidentally sets off an alarm and sends an armada of guards and law enforcement and unlawful enforcement after him; that meant that he needed to have at least some ability to defend himself in sticky situations.
So, Tommy, with the false confidence of a wrestler on TV, duplicates a piece of pipe and starts swinging.
Unsurprisingly, truancy is the least severe of Tommy's crimes
OAKWOOD ESTATES SITS THREE MILES SOUTH FROM THE BORDER of L'Manberg and its neighboring suburbs, right at the edge of the district of Yellowtree. It's a gated community, sprawling across five square, heavily wooded miles. Those who had figurative membership cards to Manberg's elite circles all lived in Oakwood Estates residences.
It is a parody of the mansions L'manberg boasted in its founding days; all brick and mortar and winding ivy crawling up great chimneys, framing the many windows. Cobbled roads and driveways were more desirable for horses than luxury cars, but it made no difference. Homeowners paid millions for the experience, for the name, rather than any functionality.
The Kenarks were an affluent family, as expected for any resident of Oakwood, or even further, Yellowtree. Of course, a modest family of three did not need ten bedrooms and two kitchens, but it certainly made things easier when Thomas Kenark Sr. and Thomas Kenark Jr had their monthly spats.
Thomas Kenark Sr was a man of great renown, the former Attorney General under the previous presidential administration and now more of a celebrity than a soldier of justice. His second wife, Claire took the film industry by storm in her award-winning performances in multiple movies, though she was more known for her trainwreck of a modeling career and now her philanthropic endeavors, best encapsulated in the quote from a gossip magazine, "Claire Young-Kenark's new philanthropic identity is her penance for the atrocious scandals that littered her career"
Thomas Kenark Jr, however is still a question mark in the public eye, even to his parents, especially as he climbs up the trellis by his bedroom window and tumbles into the room, eliciting a bark from his beloved dog, disturbing his sleep.
Tommy groans and rubs his head. It was one of his worst entrances and far from subtle.
His step-mom stands on the threshold, backlit by the hall light. The rollers in her hair strike a deceptively intimidating figure. It's broken with the quintessential fuzzy slippers, standing with her arms crossed.
She flicks on the light, illuminating Tommy's pigsty of a bedroom, nose wrinkling up at the sight of wrappers and dirty clothes littering every square foot of the hardwood floor.
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