[h2][center][color=662d91]Elijah Lewis Rothchester of Ivunate Empire[/color][/center][/h2]
Eli got a trench coat. Insert edge joke here. 
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[color=92278f]"What do you mean you gotta check my coat for hidden counter-band?!"[/color] This place was beginning to piss him off. It hadn't been even five minutes since his family had arrived at the scene of the party, otherwise known as the celebratory pre-wedding shindig of extravagant proportions, at least to his family, within the kingdom of Aciras. It'd taken them a bit, they kept getting lost when Elijah accidentally misread one of the directions. 

Most people would've used a GPS, but after an incident involving a hatchet and a flock of birds, Eli's parents refused to install a new one at risk of it getting it ruined again.

Regardless, they were here now, standing patiently at the entrance of the spectacular castle entrance, possibly forming a bit of a road block to any guests who hadn't made their way in already.

Elijah had a tendency to attract attention, but this was absolutely ridiculous.

They insisted on checking him over several times, just because he happened to be wearing his stylish and somewhat expensive trench coat. In fact, he might argue that it actually was the most expensive and luxurious item in his possession, he was far to busy gritting his teeth and forcing his mouth to remain shut. Oh how he wanted to make a scene.

Of course, doing so would probably result in him and his family being tossed in whatever amounted to a prison around the capital, and he wasn't planning on getting tossed anywhere, at least for now. So he held his tongue, though it was rather clear that he wanted to the doorman to get his hands away from his pockets and go bother somebody else.

The doorman didn't need to speak, his mother was the one to speak up and explain the situation to her son. Much to her disappointment that he hadn't yet caught on as to why he was being searched. Again.

[color=f49ac2]"Your father and I did tell you, wearing that long coat of yours doesn't usually fly well with security."[/color]She chided him.

His father silently agreed, shaking his head is minor annoyance. They all wanted to enter, but Eli was holding them up, and it wasn't even on purpose this time. Well, he'd kinda of wanted to plant a firework on his older brother, but he'd forgotten to, and now the end result was the same, for all the wrong reasons.

Remembering this, he growled low in his throat, and then...[color=92278f]"...This is discrimination, I demand to speak to your superiors! Get me my lawyer! Goddamnit somebody strangle this guy for hunting through my pockets! I won't stand for this!" [/color]His shouting was sure to attract attention, and the guard was already stumbling away, already in a panic as to either call for assistance, or lunge forward and take this raving lunatic down to the ground before they began to cause some real trouble, and then the Rothchester family decided now was the time to go inside before things escalated any further.

Pushing the angered Eli into the castle, his family lowered their heads as if to try and hide their identity's, while his father quickly tossed the doorman a tip, alongside an apologetic smile. [color=bc8dbf]"So sorry about that, he actually quite harmless, just a little, hehe, yeah... good day."[/color]

[color=92278f]"HE'S GOING ON THE LIST!"[/color] Eli's voice echoed from the down the hallway.

King Gregory flinched visibly, then turned and followed after his family. The doorman stood there in mild shock, eyes moving from the crumpled bills in his hand, to the fleeing family. Never again did he hope to have to deal with such a situation ever again. What a bunch of loons.

Elijah finally ceased his ravings when he realized they were inside, and he immediately composed himself, swiftly stepping away from his family. [color=92278f]"Ahem. It seems my brilliant plan worked."[/color] He scoffed cheerfully.

[color=004b80]"Plan? What plan? All you did was make a bigger scene then we already needed."[/color] The eldest Rothchester brother, Jerome, muttered, his glare attempting to pierce Elijah's heart and end his antics for good.

[color=8882be]"He does have a point..."[/color] The youngest, Wesley, quietly mumbled, his eyes focused on the beautiful interior of the castle. It was nothing like the one they resided in, this was something new.

[color=92278f]"Hey! At least we got in! Jeeze that guy had no sense of urgency!"[/color]

Jerome laughed. [color=004b80]"With good reason."[/color]

[color=92278f]"My coat, my privacy...jerks."[/color] Elijah Rothchester wouldn't stand for such insolence, so he did the only logical thing when he couldn't think of a good retort. 

Turning in a random direction, he walked away in a huff, trying to straighten a few locks of his ginger mop that had gone astray in his fit.

[color=f6989d]"You be careful now! Try not to cause any more problems!" [/color]His mother called after him, before sagging, almost as if worn out. [color=f6989d]"As long as I live, I will never understand that boy... hopefully he and his friends stay out of trouble..."[/color]Her crossed an arm across her lovely dress, using it as a prop for her other, which pressed against her cheek. She didn't believe her own hope.

[color=004b80]"Friends?"[/color] The eldest brother spluttered. It took a lot to surprise the Rothchester family at this point, but the thought of somebody like Elijah having friends was almost preposterous to Jerome.

[color=f6989d]"Yes, a few of his friends are also attending this event, so at least he'll know a few others here."[/color]

Elijah's ears tuned out the rest of the conversation as he slid back around the corner. So a few of his comrades were out and about at this shindig? Sounded like he had more then enough backup to mess with his family, and for that matter, get back at the doorman. He was pretty sure they'd swiped his penlight. 

Raising his fist in the air, Eli boldly stated aloud to himself:

[color=92278f]"Vengeance shall be mi-"[/color] It was at that moment that his fist struck a rather splendid painting that sat on the wall directly above him, shaking the entire piece of art off the wall, striking his head with a low THWACK.

[color=92278f]"Owwww..."[/color] He murmured, reaching up to knock whatever had landed on him off of his noggin. Sadly, when his hand made contact with the painting, he realized his mistake. He really shouldn't have stood so close to the wall when he made his vow to get even. For that matter, he could feel his penlight in his other pocket now. Mother of god.

The painting was in the perfect position, if he moved, it would fall, and most likely rip over his head, unless of course it was one of the sturdier canvases that it had been crafted upon. 

He didn't want to risk moving, and since he was in the perfect position to just pretend he just happened to be standing at the same height as the large work of art, he made himself comfortable. 

Goddamn did he hate everything.