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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 4:15 pm
After a while, Drasher wakes up and yawns in boredom. She looks around at the other slaves crying in their sleep, scared and worried.
"Ha, Pathetic. They don't realize how great this is." She mumbles to herself, "This is greater life than that of a lord!"
Drasher Laughs, comforted by her own words, not helping but thinking they are true.
"What could freedom grant me? Another life of living in the streets? At least this way I know whats coming...I'll know whats going to be shoved down my throat...Sure, I loved freedom. But I can't help but love this even more...I can't...Bah, I'm talking to myself again. I should really stop that."
Shrugging to herself, Drasher continues to sit in deep thought, of things she herself doesn't know. Though for some reason, one thought did go through her brain, no matter how much she told herself she didn't need it, and how much she knew she didn't want it...
Freedom.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 2:54 am
"No one should be up for a bit, no one important at least", Drasher said, "I should be able to sneak out a bit."
At this, Drasher slipped into some beggars clothes and grabbed some stolen coins. As she crawled out through a small hole, she shivered. Pulling the hood up closer to her face she headed away not certain where she was going."
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 5:37 pm
Lela looked out the bars of her cell at the girl that had just escaped. "How lucky she is...and how damned I am..." Lela muttered to herself. She turned to face her back against the wall and sunk down to the cold stone floor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:04 pm
 Vincent enters the slave room with a man. "Which one?" says the man. Vincent looks around.
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Smooth Detective Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 6:13 pm
Lela looked up at the sound of the man's voice. It was one of the many soldiers that guarded this place, so his voice was familiar to Lela. Still, she stood up and looked out the bars once more, seeing an unfamiliar face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:51 pm
"That one who is noticing me." says Vincent, as he points at her cell.
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The warden let's her out.
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Smooth Detective Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:24 pm
Lela glances now at the approaching guard. She watches him stop in front of her cell and reach for his ring of keys at his belt. As he slides the large brass key into the matching lock, the door swings open. Before the guard can grab her, Lela pushes past him with all her strength, and hurls herself in the opposite direction, dashing towards the other end of the hall.
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