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| Starr Britely | Jul 8 2008, 08:06 PM Post #1 |
 
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Starr walked to the door of the jail in utter terror. How would it have changed since it had last been there? She took a deep breath. She had to see her mother. Banging the knocker against the door firmly, to show she had no fear, Starr waited. She hushed the wolf beside her, who began howling, it was getting dark. "Shh, hush. We're here to see my mother." She stopped a moment. "Somehow I doubt they'll let you in. Okay, how about this? There seem to be many trees behind the prison. Hang around there for the twenty or so minutes I stay in, all right?" She asked, using a ton of hand gestures in the process. The wolf, understanding her, stalked off. Leaving Starr to fend for herself. Before she could change her mind and run from the prison, the door opened wide. "Hello." She said quietly. She dared not look the guard in the eyes. He growled. "You again. What do you want?" He spit. Starr cringed at the wet spit hitting her face. She hit under her cloak's hood. "I'm here to check on my mother." The guards eyes softened a moment. He seemed to be about to tell her something, as he opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. This happened a couple of times before Starr became irritated. "Well, can I see her?" Starr asked, growing impatient. She was not one to be kept waiting. "Didn't you hear? Didn't anyone send a letter?" The guard asked, obviously shocked that Starr had not heard the news. Starr tapped her foot impatiently. Her fear was gone, annoyance had replaced it. "Where's my mum?" She asked again. Her annoyance sounded dangerous. "Miss, I'm so sorry. Miss, your mother, she was murdered." Starr's face fell. "What do you mean? I thought this place was under maximum security, how did you let this happen? HOW?!" Starr screamed, her face red. Tears were pouring down her cheeks but she didn't care. Her mother was dead, no use in denying it. But she would make whoever killed her pay. The guard was throwing his arms up in despair. "One of our prisoners escaped! They were after your mother, and apparently: you too. There was a note left... it was strangely written." The guard whispered. He seemed frightened and desperate for her to understand, to not blame the prison. "Shoot. I have time. It's my mother, I need to know." Starr said bravely. "Well I can't show you the note. it's been given to detectives. I shouldn't even be speaking to you about this. It's all confidential. It was..." He shuddered. "Written in something red, something which looked like..." He trailed off. "Blood." Starr finished, horrified. "Yes, blood. Look it said that he or she killed your mother looking for something and didn't find it. Apparently they think you know what this something is." The guard sighed. "We have ruled that you need a guard to protect you, follow me as I show you to your new bodyguard." Starr followed reluctantly, still stunned, leaving the wolf behind a moment. Edited by Starr Britely, Jul 8 2008, 09:00 PM.
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| Ruse the Scarecrow | Jul 8 2008, 11:14 PM Post #2 |
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Ruse had barely put on the jailer's suit when the guard threw the door open. He spun and look the other man in the eye - for a second fear flashed through them but then it was replaced with misplaced pride. Ruse had already slipped into it - his ruse. He smiled but immediately wiped his face of the grin - jailers didn't smile...ever. He knew that, oh too well. "Who's the dame?" He asked, his cockney accent shining through just as the other guard pointed over to Starr. There was a moment where something on his face was conflicted - as if he didn't want to say anymore than he had to in front of the girl. "She's the victim." He said in a mild sort of illusion of protection - as if protecting her from the real underlying issue. Ruse nodded with the utmost sincerity. "Course." He said. The guard she was with raised an eyebrow at him, hoping he would pick up on the subtle body language; but Ruse merely arched his eyebrow in return. "You're to protect her." "Course I am!" Ruse didn't miss a beat though inside his head he was reeling with utter shock and horror. Five minutes after managing a long planned escape and he had to choose the only jailer in the entire block who actually had a job. Grish and Seton were going to kill him, of course without him they'd still be in their cells - they did not have the gift he did...the gift of acting, of stage, of fool-speaking. He could talk an 8th Kingdomer to buy ice or the prettiest girl out of her bloomers if the time and setting were right - all with a perfectly placed set of interwoven lies. "Hand her over then." He said waving her forward. "Look," he leaned over and whispered to her, "don't mind him...Bruno's...rough. Wet behind the ears too." He swung the keys on his belt with a smile as he waved her over to the door. "Well come on then; lets get you outta here little lassie - what's the name then?" He asked her as he began to walk, hoping she was behind him. |
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| Grisham Rigby | Jul 8 2008, 11:54 PM Post #3 |
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The outfits itched. That was the first thing Grish noticed as he waited for the signal from Ruse that it was safe for him to emerge from his hiding spot. It was no wonder why the guards were in bad moods all the time, he would be too if he was them. His prisoner's uniform had been like that when it was first given to him but after day after day of use it had been broken in and worn to a soft, decaying material that did little to protect against the elements but felt soft against the skin. As he shook his leg in the pants, he almost wished for them back. Hearing Ruse's voice, though, he remembered that soon he would be able to wear real clothes. Not this itchy jailer's suit or the rags the other prisoners wore. He'd be free as long as the other two didn't screw this up by going all rash and doing something stupid. Not thinking through their actions was what got them in here to begin with. If they had, they wouldn't have been caught all those years ago. The closer his voice came, Grish prepared to come out from his spot until he heard a different voice, high pitched... definitely not Seton and he frowned, sinking back into the shadows as he waited to see what was going on. His eyebrow raising at the girl that was now with Ruse, he let them pass and almost missed the small wave of Ruse's hand behind his back and he silently snuck out from his spot, following them at a distance. There was no way this could turn out well. |
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| Seton Nym | Jul 9 2008, 12:54 AM Post #4 |
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Seton wasn't entirely sold on this whole plan--he was comfortable, very much so, with his prisoner clothes and the ichy, grime covered cot. It was safety, it was home--and it beat the hell out of the clothing he was in right then. Seton ran a hand through his hair as he stood by himself, hidden in the darkness and pressed against the stone wall. As brilliant as Ruse and Grish though this plan was, he figured it was absolutely stupid and they'd be caught in no time. In fact, Seton thought everything was stupid--he was, without a doubt, a pessimist by nature. It gave him an air of silence, brooding mystery and a sense that, when he did open his mouth, anything he would say would be negative, no matter the lightest, most romantic of situation. Seton's eyes snapped up at the sound of Ruse's voice, his attention drawing away from his darker mulling to focus in on the signal he was waiting for. He figured even if it was all going to hell for them, he'd at least give it a try anyhow--just in case he was wrong, even if he thought there was no possible way. Seton's eyebrows knitted together at the sound of her voice echoing in the hallway as well. He gave a roll of his eyes, already planning out the speech to both of them--it was a stupid idea in the first place, they should have just listened to him and they'd all be in comfortable clothes, in decent cots, with actual food to eat. It would be a load better than having a bunch of guards kick their asses before throwing them back into the cell. He was so into his silent glowering that he almost missed Ruse's wave--but he moved forward too, catching Grish in the shadows as he did the same, to follow behind the other two. Seton gave a roll of his eyes as he did so, not at all interested in being thrown in to a cell again by the scruff of his collar. Once was enough. |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 9 2008, 09:39 AM Post #5 |
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Starr forced herself to walk with her new guard. He seemed nicer and more fun than the one who had let her inside. Yet, somehow, she sensed something was wrong. There were...two...people behind her now.Well of course somethings WRONG! Your mother's dead, and they sent this guard to protect you, you have no family, nothing. Deciding she was being silly, she realized he had asked a question. "I'm...Starr." She mumbled. There was a moment of silence in which she gathered her thoughts. "Which one of the prisoners murdered my mum?" She finally asked. The words had taken a while to finally come out, and when they did, they shot out at 100 miles an hour. Edited by Starr Britely, Jul 9 2008, 07:31 PM.
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| Ruse the Scarecrow | Jul 9 2008, 09:11 PM Post #6 |
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"Right..." Ruse trailed off at her words. All the cogs were now rolling and pieces were falling into place and he immediately adapted it to his already existing persona. He glanced over at the others. "The murder..." he was actually playing through what that meant for him and his 'job' protecting her, but he made it sound as if he'd known all along in the inflection he used. "Well you see missy," his thick accent continued to show throw as he turned but then immediately caught her by the arm and walked her in the other direction. He had been in this place, never out - so he was still winging it. He smiled at her, "If we knew that...ya wouldn't need me now would ya? Or them?" He pointed to the two men behind him. "It's because we don't know that ya got us." Ruse had not heard of this murder until right then, however he played along as if he'd known the entire time. He peeked over his shoulder, talking loud enough so they could hear and hoping they would pick up on the story as he made it up. He was the liar, the fool speaker - the one who made the show; he didn't count on them to smoothly transition them into creating the ruse, he counted on them to play along if it meant their freedom. "Got any idea why they'd be after her? After you?" He raised his eyebrows. He needed more pieces to play off from - to earn him details with which to keep on. "Me mates and me are at your service; least till all this is settled." He told her graciously. He could taste it - he could taste the freedom. It was only a few yards away. He glanced over at Grish and then at Seton and with a sly nod he pushed forward. |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 9 2008, 09:17 PM Post #7 |
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Starr wiggled uncomfortably. "But don't you check who's missing from the prison?" She persisted. After a moment she smiled, a weird, sick smile. "I'm sorry, it's just, all this is going on. I'm probably pestering you to death. But I have no one, nothing, else left right now." Starr stared, deciding she could trust this guy. He seemed funny and serious about his job. She would get out of this crisis, she decided. She could do it. When her guard spoke again, she looked up. Tears drowned her eyes. "NO!" She cried bitterly. "How am I to know what they want? I've never done anything wrong and neither did my mum, she didn't deserve to be locked in jail or to die! I'm gonna kill the idiot that hurt her! I will! What did they want that so important? Huh? What was it so important that I need three guards to even LIVE anymore?" She burst straight into tears shamelessly. After a moment she thought of her wolf, outside in the cold. She stopped. "I...I can't. I simply can't. Really. is there any place, in the jail, that I could stay overnight? I can't go home! I have no family, nothing, expect a wolf who is more than happy to sleep outside. Really." She pleaded. Edited by Starr Britely, Jul 9 2008, 09:19 PM.
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| Grisham Rigby | Jul 9 2008, 09:54 PM Post #8 |
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Not tears... Grish was not good with tears. This was going to be hard enough to pull off without her getting all emotional. Forget the fact that her mother had just died, he had just spent the last two years in prison and now his escape was being complicated by a crying girl. That was the real travesty in this as far as he saw it. "Okay, okay..." He jumped in quickly. Grish might not be good at the foolspeaking that Ruse was but they had to get her to calm down before attention was brought to them and one of the guards recognized them as they were and they were back in the cells that they had so carefully worked to find a way out of. "We were just asking. Just in case. Anything we can use to get to the bottom of this before they can hurt anyone else. I wish we knew your answers but I promise to tell you the moment we find out anything." His face never broke until the end when he tried out a small smile to try and help convince her of his words. He almost hated to use the girl like this but once they were out and in the free and clear, they could ditch her somewhere and hide while she uncovered whatever had happened and hopefully didn't die along the way. He certainly wouldn't be checking the papers for news of her death. That might make him feel bad for this where now it only mildly bothered him and mostly annoyed him that they had already come across a complication. "We haven't finished checking the rest of the prison yet." He added, his eyes darting towards the others, almost proud of his lie. "We'll need to get you away from here as quickly as possible." |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 9 2008, 10:00 PM Post #9 |
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Starr turned to her other guard. She saw a look of disgust in his eyes and dried her tears. She didn't want to give the wrong impression: She never cried if she could help it. "Look at me. I'm crying like a fool. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You guys are great. But if you're gonna be my guards..." She straightened. "I have some questions. First, your names, please, second, where are you going to stay overnight and third, how long will I need protecting?" Starr blurted them out quickly, ashamed of being nosy. Still, as her guards talked she noticed something which made her feel uneasy: impatience. They couldn't possible be excited to guard her, no... it was something else. Something she would figure out. She decided to take a step back (not literally) and put her trust on hold... these guys could be danger. Not likely, but possible. They seemed to be...hiding from the prisoners, though why that would be she had no idea. Starr stood in place. She didn't want to leave. She really didn't want to leave. "All right, I understand. Safety first. But where exactly are we going? Without my mum, I have no home but the forest, with the wolf. Unless you would be willing to stay there..." She said in a skeptical manner. She followed her guard's eyes... what was he looking at the others for? Suspicious. But she was being paranoid, she knew. "Plus, if I knew what they were looking for i would have given it to them, instead of my mum..." She said, her thoughts drifting. Edited by Starr Britely, Jul 9 2008, 10:03 PM.
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| Seton Nym | Jul 9 2008, 11:19 PM Post #10 |
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"All answered in due time, laddie." Seton's own thick, melting pot of an accent cutting through, coming up beside the other side of Starr. He put a light hand on her shoulder and caught Ruse's eyes before he focused on the girl. But in that split moment, he had tried his absolute best to show his friend how absolutely insane he thought he was in that moment---how he would proverbially tear him limb from limb the moment they were thrown back in their cell. "Take a breath, will ya? Slow it down a bit and we'll answer whatever you want--we'll be staying in a shack not far from the prison itself--whadya think we are, huh? Savages? Forest--oh no, we're not o'bunch of wee animals, now are we? Ya're to come with us and we'll be protectin' ya as long as it takes." Seton told her--he couldn't lie like Ruse could, it wasn't in his nature...but he could stretch the truth. A shack did exist not far from the prison and they could easily stash her away there before leaving. The murder, however, was something Seton knew more of than the other two--but he wasn't ready to start blabbering out to this woman about the ways of the prisoners when it had been his word that kept the murderer safe from harm. Seton wouldn't--not even for a bunch of tears that fell from this girl's eyes--give up a fellow escapee. It had been a magical pact that kept him from speaking the truth at all and he didn't care enough--or at all--about this girl to break it and risk his own hyde. Seton took her elbow and led her forward--he too had no clue where he was going, only having seen the walls of his cell and a surrounding few from there. But he could easily follow Ruse's lead and try to trick his way out of it. Or at least he had to put enough faith in Ruse to manage it for the three of them. "Come on, lass, all these questions are taking up time we ain't go on our side. Let's get you out of here and we can give ya any answer ya want to hear." |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 10 2008, 12:14 PM Post #11 |
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Starr was stunned. These were guards, she was supposed to trust them, but they wouldn't trust her? She came to a complete halt. Something about these guys scared her. "I'm supposed to trust you, why can't you answer me?" Starr asked slowly, forcing a smile. When he spoke about living in the forest, she was instantly insulted. Savages? She most certainly was not. "There is nothing at all barbaric about living in the forest, thank you! Fine, we'll go to the cottage, shack, thing, I guess. And how long will it take? I don't need protection, I'm fine!! I've spent my life taking care of myself and my mother! Why do I need guards? Who is this killer that could be after something so special? I'm not rich, nothing, I have no secrets, nothing! I owe them nothing!" She spat. Finally her guilt and sadness had morphed into bitter anger. She didn't want guards! She wanted her wolf, her mum! This guard in particular bothered her. Out of all them, he seemed the least trustworthy. She pulled away. "NO. I want to know now." she whispered murderously. |
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| Grisham Rigby | Jul 10 2008, 09:52 PM Post #12 |
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If life on the run meant never having to deal with women again, it seemed like a huge plus to their whole scheme at the moment. Always so dramatic. Couldn't she see they were in a hurry? They had to 'save her from the bad guys' and save their own hides as well. But, no, she had to throw some hissy fit and cause a scene. This was perfect, really, he thought sarcastically. Just what they needed, some girl to try and protect or ditch or whatever they decided to do with her. "We can't answer you because we don't know." Grish told her, for what felt like the millionth time. He wasn't necessarily good with people, that was Ruse's job. From the get go. Before they were even thrown in her together, Grish would do the stealing and then Ruse would do the selling while he hid away in their cart. He swore the guy had sold back items to people that Grish had originally sold from them before, he was just that good and the last thing he wanted was to do too much speaking and screw them up but he couldn't just not say anything either. "We are guards, not officers. There's a very large difference." He told her bluntly as she moved away from them. "They only tell us what they think we need to know to protect you and as they know nothing, we know nothing as well. Now please calm down." He leveled his eyes with her, placing his hands down on her shoulders to try and make her listen to reason... well, his fake reason. "I'm sure you're upset but we just want to get you out of here and somewhere safe." And he could say it without lying. Once she was out, they were out and as long as she turned up safe somewhere, they wouldn't go after them when the real guards showed up and she was already gone. "And while I personally don't know your mother, I would bet she wouldn't want you turning away the protection being offered. Now..." He said, praying that she had calmed down some and stepping away, "Lets go so we can reach the shack before nightfall and get everything set up." Turning away from her, he began to walk away, stopping a little ways on to see if the others were following. |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 10 2008, 10:07 PM Post #13 |
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Starr shook her head. Something was wrong. "Fine, look, I'll come. You have to understand though!!! I'm alone!" She cried. Instantly regretting the whiny behavior, she decided to try to be brave as she walked on. "There is? I'm sorry I didn't know." She said at his remark on differences. "Well how much did you need to know?" She asked. She stopped for a moment. He looked convincing. She began to walk again, faster this time. She didn't want to be convinced. As he mentioned her mum, she had the sudden urge to slap him, hard. Instead she clenched her fist. "How do you know what my mother wanted?" She muttered, too quiet for hearing. She had stopped, and Starr realized he had hurried up ahead. With a dramatic sigh she followed. |
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| Grisham Rigby | Jul 11 2008, 02:26 AM Post #14 |
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Grish looked down towards his shoes as he walked, wishing Ruse to take back control of the lying and wordtwisting as his own abilities began to spread thin. He had to pat himself on the back for getting her to calm down at all, the last thing he wanted was for his confidence to be dashed by finding someway to screw it all back up again. "Yeah, I think the whole prison now knows that... please be quieter. We can't exactly protect you very well with you yelling like that, can we?" "Well, there is. We are guards... the muscle. Someone tries to get to you, we take 'em out. That is our job. The officers, the investigators... they're the ones that are going to go around and collect clues and try and figure out where exactly the killer is. We're the braun." He concluded, hoping that would sate her desire for questions that he really didn't know the answer to. People didn't tell him anything anymore, not after an incident the year before when they thought he narced on some elf that had been sneaking in mushrooms for them. Of course, he hadn't done it and the real narc was uncovered shortly thereafter but he was never trusted with anything again. Just in case as this was not the place where you took chances on people. Looking towards Ruse, he asked, "What do you think? Can we tell her?" and hoped he took the lying reins. He heard her footsteps stop behind him, they were lighter than the other two pairs and easy to distinguish but he didn't turn. Grish didn't stop though and soon he heard her walking again. Maybe they could do this after all. They just had to keep her walking and she could ask as many answerless questions as she wanted. |
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| Starr Britely | Jul 11 2008, 12:12 PM Post #15 |
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Starr sniffed, offended. She wasn't that loud, honestly she was a very quiet very nice person. But this was a special case, why didn't they understand? No. She wouldn't cry again, it was stupid. "I'm sure you can protect me no matter how loud I am." She said. The statement has a hint of challenge and sarcastic kiss up. She smiled cunningly. "That makes sense." She said simply to his talk of brawn. He seemed full of himself, something she didn't like. When he spoke to the other guard, she felt relieved. Maybe now this one would stop. Starr continued to walk, trying to keep up. |
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