As he lay there, his lips curved into a smirk as he heard the silent footsteps of Valencia and even her setting the keypad alarm, so it doesn't blare off. He remembers the first time they met, when she first arrived on the scene. The look upon his face was telling her to turn around and don't look back, but she probably took it as a newbie gesture. When she stayed, he face-palmed himself repeatedly but they became very close friends. Everyone there before her, knew what she was getting into. Their master wasn't easy on the girls. Marquise stared up at the ceiling with a faint smile then turned as he saw a shadow going towards the back. He raised a brow then stared back at the ceiling while kicking the covers off of him with his feet and pulling himself up by the head board of his bed.
He rolled out of the bed and landed on the floor, but there was no thud or anything, because he placed a mat down there earlier. He rolled under his bed and stayed there for a few moments, taking short breaths as he closed his eyes and re-opened them. This was really about to happen, the escape was on. He rolled out on the other side of his bed, kipped up to land on his feet. He learned how to be silent as he made it to the door. Marquise rested his back against the wall while looking out of the room, making sure the coast was clear before running out of the boy's room, silently. He managed to make it to the back door, where Valencia was already standing. He felt a shift in the air then turned around as he saw at least five other assassin standing in their way. 'Oh shit.' He thought to himself as he looked towards Valencia and grabbed a hold of her hand. The one thing they didn't know is that Marq had a smoke bomb, which he set off then ran out the back door, through the forest, not letting go of Valencia's hand. This was the perfect way to civilization.
Marquise stopped in the center of the forest, looking left and right then shifting his gaze towards Valencia, a soft smile appeared across his face. "Come on." He knew that they were far away the building by now and that he wasn't going to send the others after them. Rain pelted their skin as they had to learn how to survive, in the most extreme climates, like an animal. That's what they lived like, animals. He rested his back against a tree then realized that they couldn't stop there; they had to continue on and not look back. A soft sigh escaped through his lips as he bit his lip with nervousness. He was nervous to see what was on the other side of the forest, since it has been five years since he seen the outside world.
"Wait..." He let go of Valencia's hand then grabbed at his clothing. "We can't go out there like this. They will know." He said with the sound of worry in his voice. He raised a brow then reached his arms out, looking at his sleeves. He totally forgot about them going out into civilization, wearing their respective assassin attire. Someone out there would spot them and know what and who they were. He sat down on the ground, with his legs crossed over one another then placed his face inside of his hands, whispering to himself. “We are so dead.” A slight huff went through his lips after speaking those words.