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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 10:02 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦ For the longest while, Charlotte just stood in the rain, her arms spread out as though waiting to take flight, her eyes landed on the cloudy sky as she contemplated about this whole journey. Just exactly what was she even thinking? How is it possible that no one caught her? She cant be this good at hiding. it was in this moment that Charlotte lost herself in her old memories; as a child, her mother sang to her, there would be days of joy, and merit. Even on sad days, to sing a song for the broken and departed. Heck even going out for a drink or two wasn't a bad thing. For her home, for Spires, it was based on creating happiness. ❦ To show off magic, to grow plants, and be apart of the wildlife. It was just as the clouds departed and the sun began to shine once more, is when Charlotte jumped into the memory of being in a meadow. Soft sounds of the tall grass blowing about, while calling out to the made was muffled and hardly able to make it out clearly as to what was being said or who's name she was calling out. The memory of running in the tall grass with only the view of the upper half in view, with the person's back turned to her. Charlotte reaches out just as the man slowly went to face her, the Spire opened her eyes to the suns warm hitting her chilled body. ❦ Lowering her arms, Charlotte smiled to herself as she stared at the red colored clouds, just as dawn was about to come. The female Spire let out a soft sigh before retiring back inside, but in that moment, she felt at peace. back to reality, worry, and stress consumed her. Reaching back to her room, she stared at her companion with a weak smile, her body was wet and cold from the rain and wind. Surely she could get sick from this. Either way, she headed on inside, closing the door behind her while tossing her hat onto the table. Her hair was in tight curls that hung heavy from soaking up so much rain, Charlotte forced herself to sit down next to Chris while planting her face into his shoulder. "I'm cold." She pouted, wanting a reaction from him....just anything at this point.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:01 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  In silence, the wanderer continued to watch his companion dance in the rain, due to the lack of anything else remotely interesting to do. When she finally moved out of sight, presumably back into the tavern, Chris sighed to himself as he turned his gaze back upwards. The rain didn't look like it would stop...
Eventually, he heard the door open to their room and barely glanced back that way to see Charlotte walking in. She was drenched, her clothing and boots leaving small puddles behind and underneath her as she walked. Even her hair was soaked as she tossed her hat onto the table. That was expected... but what he hadn't expected was when she had sat down beside him, her face buried into his shoulder. Since his cloak was still on, he didn't feel the wetness encasing her body, but he could easily see it on her skin and cloth.
Then, she said it. Looking down at her hidden face, Chris simply stared at her with that complete blank, expressionless face. For a good moment or two, nothing happened between the two, just his gaze upon her form. Eventually, though... he reacted. Slowly, he undid his cloak from around his body and, once it held limp on him, he shifted a bit to remove it completely from his person. From there, he wrapped it as gently as he could around her rested form. There was still nothing upon his face, but in a way it was a kind act. Sitting back down when she was wrapped up, he went back to gazing at the window, his attention driven away once more.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 12:40 am
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ When she felt the cloak wrap around her shoulders, the slight warmth slowly came to her, but the water soaked in her clothing and hair continued to drip. Slowly, she raised her glance up at him. She saw his gaze locked to the window, to stare whatever it was outside. What was he thinking? Why wont he react to her? ❦ She then placed her hands to his arms, pressing herself against him, while her drenched bangs shadowed her eyes. She wanted attention. Part of herself from the days on enslave meant, what she was forced to be taught, was slowly taking over. She leaned in closer to him till her lips pressed against his neck. She then shifted herself till she was closer to him, enough for her to nibble at his jawline before planting a small kiss to his bottom lip. ❦ She wanted a reaction...She wanted attention. Charlotte pulled herself away, looking back up to Chris, hoping, wanting him to saw something, to do something in return, to take her now, to make a connection. She has been through so much....She needed comfort from a friendly face......
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 12:51 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer With his gaze and sense away, Chris was unaware of Charlotte's intentions or wants. He was separated as usual from her, unable to understand the concepts of emotion anymore. When she suddenly had placed a kiss to his neck, his attention shifted straight to her, watching her as she shifted closer to him while her teeth nibbled on his jawline and then... her lips softly kissing at his bottom lip...
"...Charlotte, stop," he said at this point, his hands gripping her arms as he pulled her away from him. It wasn't too far off, but enough to keep a personal space between them. "I have an idea of what you want, but... If you really want that, you'll have to find someone else. I can't provide you what you want... not anymore."
There was truth in his statement. When she had kissed his bottom lip, she would have not noticed a reaction of surprise or passion, or else... She would have noticed nothing... There was not a hint of love or tenderness in those lips of his, nor his face, nor his body... It was like he was simply a husk... A body without a soul. In intention, his statement itself meant not that he couldn't 'provide' for her, persay... It was simply to reinforce that there would be nothing behind it. No passion, no emotion... Just a 'lifeless' husk, a 'nobody'...
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 1:08 am
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ When he had gripped at her arms to pull her away, she was a bit shocked more or less...hurt? The look sure showed on her face as she listened intently to the meaning behind every word he spoke in her response to her body language. The fact that he rejected her, hurt her pride. She then shoved his hands off of her as she stood. She glared at him with sore eyes from holding back the tears. maybe it was over reacting to a rejection, but she couldn't take it any more. She had patience with this man long enough...Maybe more if he would just react to her....She needed to clear her head. " Forget it then!......I'm heading back out...Don't bother following."❦ She then took off his cloak and tossed it toward him a bit rudely before grabbing her hat, and heading out the door, slamming it behind her. As she hurried out of the inn, She held herself once more, looking left to right. Maybe it was time to move on with out him. On her quick travel around town, she walked up to a few sailors who might have heard word of the one she looked for. So far they were all leading to a different city, but leaving here would insure her capture....She no longer held someone to fall back on and relied for protection. She would have to go back into training... ❦ However, turning back, in the far distance, she could barely see the inn where she last saw Chris. in a way she knew it was the right thing to do by returning and apologizing to him.but she refused to listen to such reason, and aboard the ship that soon took off into a new location. Taking in the last sights of the city before looking away. her body was chill and feverish. Rather she was sick with a high fever, she wasn't about to let it stop her from her search. ((exit))
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 1:24 am
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer The way she reacted to his statement, Chris had expected this from Charlotte. With or without intent, he had hurt her feelings, something that he could no longer avoid for anyone. From her statement, though, he had a distinct feeling that she would not return through that door... Alone in the room, Chris looked down at the cloak in his arms, her scent masked faintly underneath his own smell upon it. Staring at it for a moment, he brought a hand over it, gently lingering there.
Then it happened suddenly and without warning. In a single moment, Chris sensed... something around him that wasn't natural. The lights... the shadows... it was as if they had amplified themselves so well that there wasn't any middle color between them. To him, everything had suddenly become black and white. And there... in the far distance, though he would never know how he knew, was a shadowy figure upon the white ground of Charlotte. From her movement, she was leaving... how did he know that? How did he know where she was, precisely?
As if that wasn't enough, there was something else nagging at him. Emotion? No, nothing like that... Responsibility? ... Without another word, he fixated the cloak upon his form, sheathing his blade and headed for the door. Before touching the knob, though, he felt... compelled to perform a different action... Looking down at his right hand, he faintly noticed a glimmer of an ominous darkness in his palm. And then... he stepped back as the door in front of him was suddenly engulfed with a swirling portal, black as night with nothing noticeable on the other side. Yet, he was not deterred by it. Instead, he stepped on through...
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 9:31 pm
 Reaver was thinking about what Priscilla had said before she had left when his train of thought was interrupted by two figures entering the room. Reaver stood up as quickly as he could and pulled Justice from its sheath pointing it at the two figures in the doorway. "I don't know who you are, but you are not welcome here." stated Reaver as menacingly as he could. The two just ignored his warnings and shambled over towards him, with blades drawn. Reaver put himself in a defensive posture as he waited for an attack. He would not have to wait long as one of the men charged forward, raising his blade his blade high as he did, and then bring that blade down towards Reaver once in range. Reaver was caught off guard by the charge, but raised his blade so as to crossbar the others sword. Reaver managed to keep his ground when the two weapons collided. Reaver quickly turned his sword so as to redirect the enemy's blade away from his body, and then brought his sword swiftly across the man's gut. The man had lost its balance from throwing all its weight into its strike, and tumbled to the floor. Reaver quickly turned to face the other one, which was just standing in the way of the door so as to prevent any exit. Reaver was about to charge the man barring the door, when he heard the sound of metal hitting earth. He turned around quickly just to find the man he had just gutted propping himself upright with its sword. How is he still alive! I know for certain i hit flesh, surely this isn't the work of the Cerberus Pack, its too clumsy and blunt. Yet no matter, if they won't die, then i'll just have to keep them from following me! thought Reaver as he turned to face the one in the doorway. Reaver charged the man, putting his sword low as he ran. The man barely reacted, but put his sword low so as to block the blade. When the blades connected, Reaver quickly shifted his weight from his swing to his legs as he threw his shoulder at the man. It connected hard enough to knock it backwards, allowing Reaver to slip by. With his opening made, Reaver ran as fast as he could towards the docks, hoping to find a place to hide long enough to create enough money to board a ship.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:01 am
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter Victor was experiencing an unpleasant mixture of emotions. Confusion, anger, disapointment. All that work, all those close calls, the betrayal of his employer. And now... now he stares blankly into the mocking depths of the empty cylinder in his hand. It was a decoy... an empty container. Victor slowly stood, his knuckles white, clenched in anger. The ship around him creaked and moaned, the darkness as thick as the dust on the rafters. Victor's breath was ragged and heavy. "Knoxing lowlifes!" Victor violently hurled the metal cylinder at the far wall. It bounced off with a loud ping and clattered to the floor. Victor began pacing across the deck, his thoughts swarming like a nest of angry wasps. He kicked out at a barrel, breaking a large hole and spilling rum across the floor, filling the air with its acrid scent. At last, he stopped pacing, slowing his breathing. Vengeance. All that was on his mind was vengeance. "I'll find that Falcon..." he growled into the darkness. "And gut him."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:19 am
 Sydelle West [[OOC: Uh, Grr isn't a canine, he's a Mountain Troll. They're bigger, stupider versions of trolls like Zanza]]
Sydelle walked forward confidently. Grr followed behind at a long distance. Still, her reputation proceeded her and people gave her a wide berth. Or as wide a berth as they could manage in such tight quarters. She could hear fervent whispers from the street urchins. Avoiding the "Dark Mistress" was something a child in Thieves Haven learned early. If they were lucky, the lesson was learned via another urchin and not an actual run-in with the mistress herself.
Sydelle's demeanor appeared at ease, but she was alert and aware of everything around her. People that inched a bit closer than the others. There were a few stupid enough to attempt to steal from her. After all, when there were rumors that you have rooms filled with gold greed could get the better of people. She glared at one who seemed to be coming too close, smirking when he backed down. Come on, sweetheart. She thought to the girl. The fruit's ripe for the picking.
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