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 Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 4:19 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  Despite the tease Charlotte gave him in return to his statement, Chris didn't seem amused by it though that was just a given due to his personality. He knew there was something more to it, but he didn't care if she told him or not. Instead, though... he was shown her bare back where the two scars were. Despite her explanation, his fingers gently grazed over her scars... These weren't normal battle scars, he knew those all too well. These... were something else. As if she once held something on her back in their place...
"Hmm," he stated simply as he moved his fingers away from her. He himself only held a few scars, but one of them held the strongest effect over him. "You should get some rest, I'll keep watch for now."
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 6:10 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦ For the longest time, or, at least what felt like it, she thought his hand would never move from her shoulder. But she was happy to feel the little warmth she was producing naturally would start to warm up his cold finger tips. No no one has touched her gently as he was, even if his fingers laid upon only her shoulder. ❦ Though, as she felt those fingers slide down to the scares on her back, she couldn't help but wince as though she was expecting his touch to be harsh and rough. Feeling those fingers on her back, she tightly closed her eyes expecting the worst. In this moment flashes of those cruel men who sexually abused her, took every ounce of innocence left from her soul....they broke her. ❦ When he removed his hand, Charlotte let out a soft sigh, a light blush came across her cheeks, he didn't harm her...he was gentle even with his cold exterior... When he offered for her to get some rest, Charlotte stood from where she sat and headed over to the bed to lay herself down and watch him stand there. What was his story?
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 8:41 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer When Charlotte moved herself over to the bed at his request, Chris watched her slip into it before he turned his gaze toward the window. The typical rooms here carried only one bed, meaning that either the two were going to have to sleep together, or one would simply not take the bed. The wanderer never had a preference for where he slept, having taken the night in various places before. For her, though, he figured it was well enough to let her take it for the night.
"Rest up, and we'll begin our travels for tomorrow," came his response, as he then chose to slide himself into the bathroom.
Like her, Chris closed the door and began to undress himself, dropping his garments to the floor one by one before he took his own bath, cleaning himself up for the first time in a long while...
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 9:21 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ "You can sleep with me, Charlotte spoke softly." But instead, she watched Chris head into the bathroom. A part of her wished he would have taken the advantage yet, she was refused? The Spire turned to face the wall and smiled to herself. She enjoyed the thought of his hand touching her again, yet frightened by it. ❦ Those past memories haunted her in her in her dreams even now as she lays awake...Even when surrounded by friendly smiles and company, she still felt so alone...Yet just that single thought of his touch brought a small smile to her face. It allowed her peace of mind for the moment. ❦Slowly, Charlotte closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep. Be it only short, the flashes of those days of captured once again haunted her, a voice beckoning her name, calling her to save them. Yet she could not. her mothers voice humming a song long forgotten. Again, with weak eyes, Charlotte found herself laying awake once again.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 9:36 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer The time Chris took to clean himself off was longer than one would have expected, simply due to the fact that he went the extra mile to wash and clean off his clothing. Once this was done, and he dried himself and his clothes off enough, he proceeded back into the main room, cloak in his hands, around the time Charlotte had awakened from her dream. Unaware of this, he unfolded his cloak down upon the floor, having not heard her soft comment earlier. Slowly lying down upon it, he fell flat upon his back and simply gazed up at the ceiling. Regardless of how uncomfortable this way for him, he would eventually hit sleep one way or another...
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 10:38 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Hearing the bathroom door closed, a short feeling of thrill over came her, the thought of him laying with her almost seemed intimidating at first, the feeling of doubt, but it soon passed with other interesting ideas. However, it never came. Charlotte almost felt let down, and so, she pouted for the moment. When he laid himself upon the floor, Charlotte turned herself to face him, looking down at him as she saw he wasn't so far from the bed itself. She then allowed her left hand to dangle off the rim, to reach out and move his bangs from his face. ❦ She knew he still was awake, but it was nice to get a clearer view of what he looks like. "You know you can lay with me right?" She announced before sitting herself up to get a better view of him. "And if your the morals type-" Charlotte paused, she then took a pillow, scooted herself closer to the wall, and placed the pillow to her side. "The amazing wall of separation." she said with a humorous tone and a smile to follow after it. ❦ She then laid back down and awaited to see rather or not he would climb up on the bed and make himself comfortable. After all, if they're going to be traveling together, than she would need him to be in his top shape.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 10:46 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer As he laid there on the floor, Chris nearly didn't notice the hand that brushed over his bangs, something that would have caused anyone but him a slight startle. Gazing up at Charlotte from her perch, he listened to her words as she spoke about allowing him to 'lay with her'. Considering how much of a tease she seemed to be normally, he knew that she simply meant that he was allowed to sleep in the same bed as her. Regardless of morality, though, she wouldn't have to worry about a separation wall. She was a beautiful woman, but Chris wasn't able to 'feel' or express that fact. To him, everyone looked like just a person, the lines of beauty and ugly pointless and unnecessary.
Slowly getting himself up from the floor, he gave her a look once more before he shifted himself over and onto the bed, lying on the opposing side of the fabric away from her. To him, it didn't matter if she left the pillow there, or if she chose to put it away and latch onto him for whatever reason... Sleep was what they needed right now, so that their journey could continue smoothly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 11:00 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Charlotte was more than pleased to see that he climbed in bed with her. Wait, he is in the same bed with her? Sooo, this overly excitement should not be. She should still be a lady and worry for what perverse action might take place. But, then again, looking over at Chris. he just wasn't the type. She wondered if he was secretly a rock gnome or something like a Warforged. HA! only in legends. ❦ She then held the pillow close to her form as she smiled in his direction, surely he was yet another man, but it really made her curious as to why he was so, well, dull? Did something happen in his past to make him like this now? I mean it is a possibility, though, the more she pondered about him, the less sleep she was likely to get. So, Charlotte slowly closed her eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep. ❦
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 11:07 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer Unaware of the thoughts coursing through Charlotte's mind, Chris' gaze was upon the ceiling yet again, his own thoughts short and mild. The information she had provided for this person they were looking for wasn't very distinct... There were a number of possibilities out there in the world to choose from, yet they were meant to find the particular one that she sough. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but... she seemed intent on completing this journey.
Gazing lightly over in her direction, he found that she had drifted off into slumber, a soft smile on her face. She seemed... at peace here for the moment. Maybe she would find even more once she located that person... It was a possibility, but he didn't wish to put much thought into it until they were able to find him. Shifting very slightly to the side, he closed his eyes and, like her, eventually drifted off to slumber.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 11:54 pm
IvonKeir ◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ As the time flew by, Charlotte found herself slowly waking up, to seeing his face close to her own. Did she move in her sleep. She looked Chris up and down before noticing that she was cuddled up against him. She didn't want him to wake up to this conclusion, so she quickly backed herself away, letting out a breath she didn't even realized she held. ❦ With a weak smile, Charlotte sat up letting out a soft moan as her bones cracked in all the right places. Rubbing her right eye, she silently let out a yawn before getting up off the bed. She hurried over to the window, breaking the curtains away from the window to let the light in. Today was a fine day, yet something told her otherwise. ❦ Charlotte looked to the Chris in bed, before deciding to pick up her hat, putting it back on, and heading out the room, downstairs to the main lobby, where a crowd greeted her with short glances. It was obvious she was well masked and no one knew of her true identity. man was it great to be free...Though the chilling thought was....For how long? For now she sat at the booth by the window and ordered some breakfast.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:22 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer "MOM! DAD! NO!!!"
The shock and horror was watching his parents getting slain in front of him boiled out from his face, his weakened body slowly clawing its way over to their forms... The fear that he held soon turned to anger as he faced that murderous mage. In an instant, the young boy was upon him, piercing a blade through the mage's form. And yet, as a last ditch effort, a spell was cast, forcing the boy to the ground, shaking and writhing in pain... but it wasn't just that. A hint of maddened laughter, a crazed look as he tried to fight the change, his values and ideals changing almost at an instant. And then...
Chris' eyes immediately snapped open, the emotions he had felt in the dream nothing more than a figment of his imagination at this point. Sighing as he sat up, planting his feet upon the floor, he stared at the ground for a good minute or two... That dream, that... 'nightmare', plagued him every so on and again. He knew that, if he had ever kept his emotions, he would be horrified... confused... angry. But now... the nightmare was merely a reminder of the past, something he could never change. When his mind came back on track, his eyes glanced back to the bed, finding that Charlotte was missing and the curtains had been opened up to let the sunlight in.
Getting himself up and fully dressed was done within a few more minutes, and he soon found himself heading back down to the lobby. Finding Charlotte in the crowd wasn't a difficult task for him at this point, and he quickly found himself a seat close by her. "By the look on your face, I'd say you slept well," came his statement as he barely glanced at her. "That's good, you'll be needing that energy for the journey ahead."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:35 am
IvonKeir IvonKeir ◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ "My sleep was only a reminder, but when I woke I realized how close you where and took advantage of it. Don't worry you had a smile for a while." She teased once again, though it was true her dreams continued to haunt her of her enslavement, she slowly frowned to the idea of it, but more or less knowing that Chris, once again wouldn't react to her constant teasing. Another thought came to mind was to, if she kept up with the teasing how long will he remain the way he is? What if he finally snaps and go at her. That thought gave her the chills so she looked away from him and back to the window. ❦ She was craving for some food, but also some action, she wanted to learn that not all humans, especially men, weren't evil bastards! So far, Chris was doing a good job in providing such trust. Not so much conversation or reaction like she had hopped but hey, he's easy to keep around. But was she tolerable? Now that she is free, she cant stop being reminded of how she acted to please her masters. her left hand went to her lips as she began to pluck the dead skin from it. So much as to the point of light bleeding. ❦ Lowering her hand, she tasted the iron in her blood and let out a sigh, leaning back. It has been so long since she was home, now that she thinks of it. "Even though I remember my home, I cant seem to see the faces of my family or friends, or remember the smell or colors....But what happened to me was so strong. it just wont let me forget...." She spoke allowed not really meaning to.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:43 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer As Charlotte expected, Chris didn't seem to react to her tease. Or maybe it was that he didn't mind? In all honesty, he knew that part of her statement was at least untrue... he hadn't smiled since that day so many years ago. In fact, it was the last day he ever really... 'knew' emotion. Of course, that didn't stop the rest of her statement from being true, which would have been... weird, to say the least. As they sat there in silent for the time, he blinked at her words that came after...
"Then perhaps... home is where we should start your search," he stated as her food was then brought to her. Taking that opportunity, he ordered himself something in the process. "There might be something there, either hidden or visible, that could provide a clue to the whereabouts of your particular person of interest."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 12:52 am
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ Hearing him even suggested to return home. She was reminded of what the raiders did, and if they were expecting for her return. She sat back away from the table and stared blankly at her food. "I have no home, It was destroyed when the raiders kidnapped me and the other women...." She snapped back. Charlotte meant no malice to be in her voice, but when she was reminded of her home, she was also reminded of the torture she had to swallow. ❦ With a sigh, She looked back outside the window, she lost her appetite to eat, maybe the will to even allow herself to at least enjoy what she bought. However, she was willing to force herself to at least pretend to enjoy her morning brunch. She looked back to the table and began to eat at normal pace. Just enough till the plate was only half full to nearly gone. She did need her strength to be in top notch if there were to be fighting in the travel. ❦ People looked over to her sight and back to a poster up on the wall and began to whisper. "We over stayed, lets get moving." She smiled to Chris before standing up and headed out the door.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 9:57 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer Chris only sat there in silence as he heard the malice in Charlotte's words, his own food soon appearing before him. He wasn't able to say sorry to her and mean it, as his prior statement seemed to have hit a strong note in her. So, he simply sat there in silence as he ate. By the time he was mostly finished, she had taken a stand and spoke about heading off. Taking a stand at this point, as well, he gently grabbed his weapon and the bought gear, following her outside.
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