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Post by Kasanda [Onora] on May 7, 2007 6:28:30 GMT -5
I stood at the stand, night my cloak as it wrapped around me. The shopkeeper obviously thought me an innocent woman, perhaps running from an abusive husband. My pack was open, on the stand as I pointed out random things for him to put inside.
It wasn't like I hadn't done this before; I was calm, collected. But that didn't stop me from rubbing my lips together. The shopkeeper obviously sensed this, and he started to pack faster. I reminded myself to give him a tip as I glanced nonchalantly behind me. "Oh, and, one of those too," I added, pointing to a waterskin. "Could you fill that up for me?"
The shopkeeper nodded, walking away towards a pump. As soon as he was gone, I exhaled, perfectly relaxed and leaning against the table. I had killed. Again. And this time I didn't feel anything at all afterward; no sorrow, no remorse. I told myself not to think too long on it, rubbing my eyes. I took another deep breath before returning to my formal posture, straightening my back while I examined a dagger.
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May 9, 2007 19:09:03 GMT -5
Post by phziad on May 9, 2007 19:09:03 GMT -5
As soon as Finnea stepped in, she noticed the woman. Of course, it would be rather hard not to; she was, of course, the only other person there besides the shopkeeper and Finnea herself. But still, it was intruiging. She stepped up and picked up the dagger the girl had been examining; shifted it from hand to hand as she talked. "I would not buy this if I were you." She tossed it, once, and then caught it neatly between forefinger and thumb. "The balance is all off." She paused for a moment, and then switched topics. "You are running from something." It was not a question. "No other reason for you to be in such a hurry otherwise. You do not quite seem the killer type, but-" -she shrugged- "I have been wrong on occasion. So what is it, then? The thing you're so afraid of?"
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May 10, 2007 17:25:09 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on May 10, 2007 17:25:09 GMT -5
My eyes shifted warily to the side, analyzing the woman to my side. "Wasn't planning on buying it," I said, referring to her comment on the dagger. The shopkeeper came back with the full water skin, which I stashed in my pack before reaching into a pouch at my size and dropping the appropriate coins into his hand.
"And I don't see why I'd tell you something like that," I added, now commenting on her later questions. I slung the pack over my back and walked away, thinking I"d handled the situation relatively well.
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May 30, 2007 15:44:50 GMT -5
Post by phziad on May 30, 2007 15:44:50 GMT -5
"You obviously are not running from an abusive husband," Finnea says, watching the woman try to leave through lidded eyes. Finnea looked lazy, comfortable. Vaguely threatening. "There would be bruises, and you would look nervous. Perhaps there would be trembling. And you certainly wouldn't be acting as if you were simply buying groceries on a day like any other. You are not very good at acting the part. Perhaps you need more practice?"
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Jun 4, 2007 11:30:24 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jun 4, 2007 11:30:24 GMT -5
Deep breaths. Nice, deep breaths, I told myself. My temper was flaring, though, but I kept my gaze focused forward, along with my walk. I could feel my hand burning, though. I flexed it, trying to rid my muscles of the feeling.
"I didn't ask you," I said, keeping my tone bored, soft. Inside I was hard, gritting my teeth. Where was Cat? I began to wonder. He was probably in an alley making friends or something...
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Post by gwenivean on Jun 8, 2007 2:05:57 GMT -5
I smile at the passing people but mostly keep to myself as I walk toward an open shop. I walk through the doorway almost running into a woman. "Sorry" I mumble hurrying toward the shop keeper. I lean against the counter and watch the two of them. How interesting, the way some people act in public. I cant help but notice the look of anger in the one I nearly ran intos face. I push myself up and walk over to her. "Sorry to intrude again, but you look rather angry, is the other woman bothering you." my voice is soft as I speak, hoping not to anger her further more. I'm in need of a place to go and she looks like she's leaving. But why is it that there's more than just anger I smell on her. I smell, something almost like death.
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Jun 11, 2007 13:35:07 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jun 11, 2007 13:35:07 GMT -5
I glanced at surprise at the woman, brow raised slightly. When would everyone just leave me alone?! I rearranged my face, trying to appear relaxed and carefree once more while glancing into around a corner. No Cat there.
"No..." I muttered slowly. "I mean, no, I'm okay." I had been so stupid, letting Cat run off. Not only was it taking more time then I would have liked to get out of Darien, but what if someone else found him first? My stomach turned. No, no, I told myself. I'll find him. Always do. Always will.
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Jun 11, 2007 18:47:32 GMT -5
Post by gwenivean on Jun 11, 2007 18:47:32 GMT -5
I nod and smirk a little, she's on the run. Do you have a place to go, once your out of town, or are you just going to roam, alone, in and out of city's and towns? I ask acting as though I don't know she wants me to just go away. The last thing she wants is to stumble upon a town full of men, alone. Thats just asking to be raped or worse. I could go with her, I'm sick of this town anyway, and the people. But it all depends on her, if she wants company, she can have it, if not well, again I'm traveling alone. Though that gets insanely boring.
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Jun 13, 2007 8:34:59 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jun 13, 2007 8:34:59 GMT -5
I barely heard her question in my frantic searching for Cat. I was walking faster now, a stream of curses flowing out of my mouth. "Don't think that's any of your business," I said, peering around a corner.
I was desperate now. "Cat!" I hollered, my voice travelling. I was sure everyone in the city could hear me, including probably the many soldiers. Maybe the one's finding the body by now, too. But there was no way I was leaving without Cat.
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Jun 14, 2007 18:15:50 GMT -5
Post by gwenivean on Jun 14, 2007 18:15:50 GMT -5
My body goes tense, why in the hell am I the one always getting the bunt end of people rage when all I do is try to help, well I'm not going to be nice anymore. She wants to play like that, then we will. Ah but it is. I say my voice sounding a little playful. You reak of murder and if anyone with half a brain smelt you, you would be dead. I offer my protection, take it or leave it, but if you leave it, I warn you now, you will be found and killed. And besides we both want the same thing...a way out. Am I right? she's looking for something..an animal. but why is it so important that she would risk her life standing here trying to find it. Maybe it's just a friend, maybe it's more, but all the same she and I need to get out of here fast.
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Jul 1, 2007 20:28:07 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jul 1, 2007 20:28:07 GMT -5
I bit my lip, trying to sort my mind into a more manageable mess. "I don't know what you're talking about," I defend, my voice hard and indifferent.
Suddenly, something landed on my shoulder. I jumped, my muscles contracting and relaxing in a brief moment as I heard Cat's familiar purr in my ear. Scowling, I dragged the large orange tabby off of my shoulder, mumbling indecipherably to him. Now I could leave. Run.
Still holding Cat, I turned to the woman who had been previously interrogating me. "Why? You know a fast way out?" I didn't mean it to sound so, but my voice was tight.
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Jul 2, 2007 18:06:10 GMT -5
Post by gwenivean on Jul 2, 2007 18:06:10 GMT -5
I might, I mumble shrugging a bit. but if you don't know what I'm talking about, then why would you need one? She knows exactly what I'm talking about and playing stupid with me just isn't going to work. But she can try. Besides it will just make the get away all the more fun as they grow closer to us with each word we speak.
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Jul 17, 2007 18:12:01 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jul 17, 2007 18:12:01 GMT -5
I heard yells wafting closer with a dry wind. Not a lot of time. I scowled, turning to the stranger. "I don't need your help," I snapped, narrowing my eyes. "But things would be easier if I had it." Cat shifted in my pack, and I knew he could sense the danger. This was going to be a close getaway. If we got away at all.
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Jul 22, 2007 0:54:32 GMT -5
Post by gwenivean on Jul 22, 2007 0:54:32 GMT -5
I nod and head for the door a little faster then needed. Then have it you shall. I mumble as I push open the door and start shoving people out of my way. Keep up.
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Jul 22, 2007 18:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Kasanda [Onora] on Jul 22, 2007 18:51:59 GMT -5
I glanced behind me, rubbed my lips together. This would either save my life or finish it. But I followed her through the door, wondering where we were going, but continuing to walk through the path of people she was clearing.
I heard more shouts, nearer now. Avoiding running into a stranger at the same time, my hand instinctively clasped the hilt of my sword, but the last thing I wanted tonight was to kill another. So I continued on, my eyes glued on the woman who was leading.
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