Post by Rowenna on Aug 2, 2007 16:44:23 GMT -5
Rowen drummed her fingers impatiently on the bar counter, in the crowded pub on the border of town. She was breaking her rules being there-no one needed to tell her that. Besides, Byron, her apprentice, wasn't there to catch her. She was venturing off again - and likely for the last time.
What are you doing here, Rowen, she imagined a voice say as she gulped her ale. She could almost see a man sitting beside her, one leg crossed over the other, his full attention on her. One blue eye, one brown. She vaguely remembered the pleasant scenarios with her former master, Philip Delacroix, save for the offer of covering up one eye, if he was so self-conscious about the difference in color. He didn't take it as a compliment.
'Having a stiff drink,' she would reply without the sound, though the full intent of sarcasm.
Enough with the theatrics, Rowen. You refused to even think of me since it happened. What do you want?
'What do I want? I want it to be over. I want to quit.'
You can't do that, he replied, before taking a swig of his drink, and placing it firmly back on the counter.
'Why not? You're dead. Your opinion doesn't carry too much weight.'
You missed my point entirely. You can't just quit.
'And why is that?'
Because the wanted posters won't go away - and they will catch you if you stop.
'That so?'
The way I see it, you have two options. One, turn yourself in.
'And deny the bounty hunters their gold? How delightful.'
Or keep running.
'You don't know that,' Rowen shook her head.
I do. If they catch you, Rowen, you're not going to a prison for the rest of your life. They are going to kill you. You didn't have to choose this path - remember that.
'I did what you spent your life doing.'
And I never asked you to pick it up. Besides... look where I am now.
"Y'all right there, miss?" a voice took her back into reality. "Yuh've been awful quiet."
Rowen shifted, her gaze dropping to the counter. She was scarcely aware of the chatter in the bar, and the opening and closing of the doors a great many feet behind her.
"Gah, d*mned bounty hunters," she heard the bartender say. "Scarin' off the customers..."
Her eyes widened. She took a sip from the mug, and tossed the money onto the counter. She stood sharply, covering her head with her hood, and walked at a fast pace, to the door. A hand collided with her shoulder. Perhaps it was due to the fact she was intoxicated, or more so the fact that she was vastly outnumbered, but in the end, she was alone in a prison cell, her arms hung above her, and a small glimpse of the outside though a barred opening.
Rowen tapped the cuffs around her hands onto one another into a rhythmic clank, clank, clank, clank, that went on and on with no sign of end. She hadn't been in a prison cell before-she had never been so careless. She had never stayed in one place, one public area that long before. She had never wanted to stop so much before. But, after the battle, and after she almost lost everything she gave a d*mn about, she had to at least give it a go. She had tried, and now she was in prison. Very likely, someone in the back was sharpening an axe to end the life of a thief, or better yet, a noose, probably to prolong her discomfort.
And what of her apprentice? She didn't have the faith in him to say he was going to survive exceedingly long on his own.
The clank, clank, clank, clank briefly ceased as she saw she was not truly alone. It crossed her mind, to say something particularly despicable, though her mind was a blur, and her tongue remained still. Clank, clank, clank, continued to echo through the cell, a face lacking all emotion trying her best to ignore the person who was in the cell as well.
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Looks like more bounties untouched, one of the prison watchers thought as he gazed upon the door as another man was dragged into one of the cells. This was the second person to be caught today, but he didn't care. He was being paid for this job, and it wasn't his business to get into further details. He was only to watch the prisoners.
"Heya Drei, you keep popping your eyes like that and ya'll will go blind!"
Drei shook his head and shrugged, "Whatever. It's payment, right? Besides, what else am I to stare at."
"C'mon, take a break for once! Get'cha a drink or something."
"No thanks, I'll just stay here."
With that, the other guard left Drei to watch the cells, with nothing more than himself to socialize with. This is fairly easy for a sign-up job. Drei smirked, and started to whistle a tune. I wonder what each bounty would be worth---Drei's thoughts were interrupted when Rowen spoke---
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"Shut up!"
Rowen was on her feet now, her arms held behind her by the chains. Both her shoulders throbbed, from being held in the same position so long, particularly the one that had been priorly stabbed.
Now that she had spoken, her throat became still, willing no noise to escape. It was a simple enough request she had made, her cold eyes looking past the guard who watched them.
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Her words had awoken the man in the cell next to her. Grohn, son of Gren, a traitor, an assassin, and a thief---that was his way of life.
Oh yeah, tell someone else to shut up, he thought. He looked between the bars and saw the guard talking to someone in the cell next to him. He listened to their conversation.
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"Um…did you say something, miss?" Drei asked with hesitation, trying not to make a fool of himself. What are you saying, moron? OF COURSE it was her. SHE is the only person awake! Drei frowned, the night was heavy and weighed onto him. He was not custom to being up late, and even more so, he couldn't focus. "Hello? Did you say something miss?" Drei asked, taking a few steps toward the cell and peering inside. It wasn't like Drei to let people suffer, and frankly some of these people he was watching didn't deserve to be put here. "Miss? Are you okay?"
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Gah, him again, Rowen thought. What in hell did he want? She wondered…
"Ey'ya Drei, wha'cha doing there? Haven't you seen a prisoner before?" The other guard slurred, holding two mugs of what seemed to be a strong liquor. The man, of course, was drunk, and had managed to climb back up the stairs from the storage room and was now back with Drei. The guard gave a loud Hic! and attempted to drink from one of the two mugs. With a quick jerk of his arm, he missed and fell forward onto the floor. Great, he's gotten himself drunk again. Drei sighed, and placed the man on the bench to sleep. He won't mind if I leave for a bit. Might as well get a towel for this mess. With that, Drei left the room with the elated guard, not knowing that the keys had fallen to the floor.
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What great security, Grohn thought. He slumped back into the back of his cell, wishing to go back to sleep. He dozed off, but barely for a moment, as soon he was awoken again by the clank of an object falling onto the stone floor.
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The noise, the noise, Rowen's clanking sped up once again, in an attempt to drive out the talking, the drunk man, and whatever else went on. She was glad that the man went away. But then - the keys! She had a chance - a second chance at life. There was just one problem.
Her arms were chained to the wall.
Rowen was on the floor, getting as far away from the wall as was possible without detaching her arms. If she could just...
If she could just get a foot through the bars, maybe she could maneuver the key her way. She attempted to accomplish this to the best of her ability.
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A loud noise echoed through the halls, it was a sound of a women yelling. "Get your grubby hands off me! Let me go!" she yelled at the two guards pushing her towards the cells. The heels of her black boats dug into the stone floor as she twisted and struggled to get herself free. She was clad completely in black.
"You are more trouble than your worth," one of the guards said to her, pushing her forward with all his weight. She was strong for her size and it showed by the trouble she was giving.
"Why don't you unchain my hands and then you'll see how much trouble I can be," she sneered at the guard and elbowed him in the gut, in which she got smacked across the face for soon after. Her green eyes gleamed with hatred for these two men pushing her along. Then she looked upon the floor and saw... keys! A devilish smirk appeared across her face for a moment and then she noticed the women in a cell trying to reach them. With a quick kick of her foot Laita got the keys close enough for the women to reach. Then she was tossed in the cell across from her with a loud THUMP!
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Yes! The keys, her way out, her escape from death, her road to life. She greedily grabbed the keys, standing to her feet. She held them behind her back, waiting for the guards to go on their way. The sooner they were gone, the sooner she could make her escape.
When the left, she made an attempt at a few of the different ones, trying to figure out which ones would free her from the cuffs she was in. Ah, yes! The last of the few.
Her arms fell to her side, free from the irons she had been held by a moment before.
One thing left - the door to her cage. She reached her hand through the bars, finding the lock.
Yes. The door was opened - she had a chance to get out of prison forever. She paused a moment, looking at the woman who had helped her.
"I'd assume you want this," she asked, the ring of keys in her grip.
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"It would be most helpful," Laita said just sitting up and trying to shake off a huge headache. She had a large bump on her head after having that lovely meeting with the hard stone floor. She stood up, stumbled a little, and then walked to the bars of her cage. She turned sideways so that she could grab the keys with her hands that were chained behind her. "If you are going to give them to me you must do it now," she advised the women in a hushed tone, though it really didn't matter from all the noise she had made just a minute ago with her entrance.
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"I see," Rowen said, almost considering not giving them to her. Almost. She passed her fellow thief the keys to her bounds, before taking a step away. There was one thing left. Getting out - getting out without getting caught. They took away her weapons when they brought her in. But she would still manage. She had to.
It was either that, or execution.
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Drei struggled as he made his way back towards the prison cells. Besides the fatigue that weighed upon him, he carried a bucket of water in one hand, and an old rag in the other to clean the ale mess. These items only seemed heavy from the drowsiness that embraced him. Why must I work so late? He passed the sleeping quarters of the barracks, but simply pushed it out of his mind. He reached the steps and began to climb, stopping a few times to try and wake himself up by splashing a bit of water on his face. When this is over, I'm heading straight to my bunk-- His thoughts were disturbed again as he reached the top step, only to find one of the prisoners out of her cell, the keys in hand, and attempting to free the others. His heart thumped, for he had no idea what to do in this situation. He was only recruited last week, and this was his first job on duty. His thoughts raced as he thought of something to do.
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Great. Just great. This is exactly what she was trying to avoid. She no longer cared whether or not anyone else got out alive - she wasn't going to waste her chance. She did the only thing that made sense to her.
She went on the offensive, her balled fist aiming for the guard's jaw. She was worn already, but regardless of the fact, she had every intention of taking him down.
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Drei's eyes flashed as watched the woman. The bucket dropped as Drei realized what was happening. She was to attack him, he could tell. "No, wait. I don't want to harm you." He tried to explain as he took a few steps forward cautiously. "We don't have to turn this into a brawl." He frowned as his eyes fell across the sleeping guard on the bench. What help he is.
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"Not harm me," Rowen scoffed. Maybe it hadn't quite caught up to him that they were planning to kill her.
"I can get over a headache," Rowen growled, seizing the front of his shirt. "I'm not sure I can get over being dead."
Her fist collided with his jaw. She wanted out - she wanted to get out of the prison, and the fight she had managed to get into was working against that. She had to escape - just had to. She just hoped that no one would be there to back this guy up.
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Laita walked out of her cell, tossed the keys into another cell, and then said, "Kill him. He'll only tell the others if you let him live." She looked at the man coldly, with an evil smirk. "You should have been more careful with your keys, they're so important," she teased and walked up next to them.
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Can't a prisoner sleep in here?
Again he walked to the bars of his cell and saw this time a guard walking up the stairs, talking to an unseen person. He sunk back, only listening.
What was this about a brawl?
Agh, let me sleep. I don't care. Just shut up, he thought to himself.
Smack.
He looked back and saw that a woman had smacked a guard. Way to go, he thought. He laughed to himself. She actually thinks she can beat him up, he thought, doubting her ability. Some people.
Then he heard another voice. He became excited, he could tell it was another prisoner. Who else could it have been? Someone had escaped. Yes. There was a chance he could get out as well!
"Oh ladies," he called to them, "You weren't going to leave me here, were you?"
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No one gave her an order. No one. It didn't matter that this person had just saved her from certain death, but that didn't give her the license to tell her what she should or shouldn't do.
"You can kill him if you like," Rowen said, her fist colliding with the man's jaw again. "I don't have time for this."
Rowen slid past, letting go of the guard. She remembered the way the guards used bringing her in. Now she had to get out, and get out unseen.
"As a matter of fact," Rowen said hurriedly as another called after her. She turned her back on them, and looked uneasily at the staircase.
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Laita, feeling a certain loyalty to her fellow criminals, picked the keys up and tossed it to the man. Then she returned her attention back to the guard, "Your lucky I'm not in the mood to kill with my bare hands." She smirked at him and then made her way to the room where they stripped her of her weapons. She got to the room and there were no guards watching all the weapons. Idiots She thought and started picking up her daggers and her sword.
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Rowen jogged down the steps, her heartbeat vastly under what it should have been. The steps ended, and a corner was turned. She stepped back, seeing a group of gambling drunken men. She wouldn't have minded - but there were a bloody lot of gambling drunken men. She could swear they were more adept when they took her in - then again, she herself was intoxicated at the time.
For then, she had to figure out how she was getting past them. One of them had taken her weapons, and thought it a good idea to keep them. Bloody thieves... then again, she was in no position to complain.
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Grohn couldn't catch the keys, like Rowen, he had his hand chained to the wall. They were, however, in the reach of her foot. He picked up the keys with his foot and freed his arms, and freed himself from the bothersome cell. He saw the guard and ran to him. He knocked him out. He then ran down the stairs to find the room where his sword and daggers were being kept. He saw Rowen, and he stopped at the corner she was stopped at.
"Is this where they're keeping our weapons?" he asked. "I actually wouldn't be surprised if they rid of mine, I've been here for so long. What are you in here for?
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Rowen rolled her eyes at the bothersome man. Her hand reared back like a snake, and grabbed the hair on the back of his head, pulling him forward - just enough to see what she saw. She let him go in silence. Which one of them took her sword, she wondered. Then again, did she really want it back? She shook these thoughts away, and returned to watching. Maybe this man at her side knew what to do.
"Ow," he cried as she yanked on his hair. "Oh, well, I guess that would be where. Hmm, how could we get in there? They seem to be very drunk...I've got an idea. We could pretend that we were actually guards, they're so drunk, they probably wouldn't know the difference. We would walk in there and grab our weapons and stab all of them. They wouldn't have such quick reaction time."
Even as he thought this would be possible, he knew it would be hard. After all, he had no idea where his sword was, actually, he doubted that it was still in this prison. But soon he saw a man with a sheathe at his belt. The sword was just unsheathed enough to see a blade glowing light blue. The sword had only a little bit of visible tengwar written on it. "Well, thats my sword," he said, directing Rowen's head to the man. "It must be a full moon tonight. The blade glows light blue when it is a full moon," he explained. "We'd have to trick them. But how? Any bright ideas, lady?"
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At what she deemed as an insult, Rowen reached for the front of his shirt, and yanked him face-to-face.
"Firstly, don't call me lady. Secondly, as a matter of fact, no, I don't have any bright ideas. My bright idea was the key, her bright idea was throwing it to you, and now it's your turn."
It was easy to see her mood was not a good one. It usually wasn't, but after being locked up, the thoughts of nothing but death ahead of her, she was in a different kind of mentality. She was cold, scared, and desperate, and nothing was getting in her way.
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Rudger sat in the cell, which he shouldn't be in because of a crime he didn't commit and now he was going to die. He had huddled up in the corner thinking of how he could get out, but then people would think he was guilty for sure. He decided he would just have to face it when the time came until all the camotion(sp?) started. When the men in he cell next to him had escaped he had dropped the keys right next to the bars. Rudger quickly scuttled over and put his back to the bars. He felt around for the keys and soon found them. It took him a while to find the right key but soon the cuffs were finally off and the feeling in his hands were returning. He strode over to the door. Luckily his cellmate wasn't awake. He opened the door and locked it back up when he was out. He hung the keys on the hook making sure no one else could escape. He went over to the guard who had been beaten and sat him up against the wall.
"Sorry about this but I'm not dying for something I didn't do" he whispered to the guard. He stopped up and went down the stairs and jumped at the last three. He soon stopped when he saw the other people that had escaped.
What are you doing here, Rowen, she imagined a voice say as she gulped her ale. She could almost see a man sitting beside her, one leg crossed over the other, his full attention on her. One blue eye, one brown. She vaguely remembered the pleasant scenarios with her former master, Philip Delacroix, save for the offer of covering up one eye, if he was so self-conscious about the difference in color. He didn't take it as a compliment.
'Having a stiff drink,' she would reply without the sound, though the full intent of sarcasm.
Enough with the theatrics, Rowen. You refused to even think of me since it happened. What do you want?
'What do I want? I want it to be over. I want to quit.'
You can't do that, he replied, before taking a swig of his drink, and placing it firmly back on the counter.
'Why not? You're dead. Your opinion doesn't carry too much weight.'
You missed my point entirely. You can't just quit.
'And why is that?'
Because the wanted posters won't go away - and they will catch you if you stop.
'That so?'
The way I see it, you have two options. One, turn yourself in.
'And deny the bounty hunters their gold? How delightful.'
Or keep running.
'You don't know that,' Rowen shook her head.
I do. If they catch you, Rowen, you're not going to a prison for the rest of your life. They are going to kill you. You didn't have to choose this path - remember that.
'I did what you spent your life doing.'
And I never asked you to pick it up. Besides... look where I am now.
"Y'all right there, miss?" a voice took her back into reality. "Yuh've been awful quiet."
Rowen shifted, her gaze dropping to the counter. She was scarcely aware of the chatter in the bar, and the opening and closing of the doors a great many feet behind her.
"Gah, d*mned bounty hunters," she heard the bartender say. "Scarin' off the customers..."
Her eyes widened. She took a sip from the mug, and tossed the money onto the counter. She stood sharply, covering her head with her hood, and walked at a fast pace, to the door. A hand collided with her shoulder. Perhaps it was due to the fact she was intoxicated, or more so the fact that she was vastly outnumbered, but in the end, she was alone in a prison cell, her arms hung above her, and a small glimpse of the outside though a barred opening.
Rowen tapped the cuffs around her hands onto one another into a rhythmic clank, clank, clank, clank, that went on and on with no sign of end. She hadn't been in a prison cell before-she had never been so careless. She had never stayed in one place, one public area that long before. She had never wanted to stop so much before. But, after the battle, and after she almost lost everything she gave a d*mn about, she had to at least give it a go. She had tried, and now she was in prison. Very likely, someone in the back was sharpening an axe to end the life of a thief, or better yet, a noose, probably to prolong her discomfort.
And what of her apprentice? She didn't have the faith in him to say he was going to survive exceedingly long on his own.
The clank, clank, clank, clank briefly ceased as she saw she was not truly alone. It crossed her mind, to say something particularly despicable, though her mind was a blur, and her tongue remained still. Clank, clank, clank, continued to echo through the cell, a face lacking all emotion trying her best to ignore the person who was in the cell as well.
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Looks like more bounties untouched, one of the prison watchers thought as he gazed upon the door as another man was dragged into one of the cells. This was the second person to be caught today, but he didn't care. He was being paid for this job, and it wasn't his business to get into further details. He was only to watch the prisoners.
"Heya Drei, you keep popping your eyes like that and ya'll will go blind!"
Drei shook his head and shrugged, "Whatever. It's payment, right? Besides, what else am I to stare at."
"C'mon, take a break for once! Get'cha a drink or something."
"No thanks, I'll just stay here."
With that, the other guard left Drei to watch the cells, with nothing more than himself to socialize with. This is fairly easy for a sign-up job. Drei smirked, and started to whistle a tune. I wonder what each bounty would be worth---Drei's thoughts were interrupted when Rowen spoke---
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"Shut up!"
Rowen was on her feet now, her arms held behind her by the chains. Both her shoulders throbbed, from being held in the same position so long, particularly the one that had been priorly stabbed.
Now that she had spoken, her throat became still, willing no noise to escape. It was a simple enough request she had made, her cold eyes looking past the guard who watched them.
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Her words had awoken the man in the cell next to her. Grohn, son of Gren, a traitor, an assassin, and a thief---that was his way of life.
Oh yeah, tell someone else to shut up, he thought. He looked between the bars and saw the guard talking to someone in the cell next to him. He listened to their conversation.
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"Um…did you say something, miss?" Drei asked with hesitation, trying not to make a fool of himself. What are you saying, moron? OF COURSE it was her. SHE is the only person awake! Drei frowned, the night was heavy and weighed onto him. He was not custom to being up late, and even more so, he couldn't focus. "Hello? Did you say something miss?" Drei asked, taking a few steps toward the cell and peering inside. It wasn't like Drei to let people suffer, and frankly some of these people he was watching didn't deserve to be put here. "Miss? Are you okay?"
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Gah, him again, Rowen thought. What in hell did he want? She wondered…
"Ey'ya Drei, wha'cha doing there? Haven't you seen a prisoner before?" The other guard slurred, holding two mugs of what seemed to be a strong liquor. The man, of course, was drunk, and had managed to climb back up the stairs from the storage room and was now back with Drei. The guard gave a loud Hic! and attempted to drink from one of the two mugs. With a quick jerk of his arm, he missed and fell forward onto the floor. Great, he's gotten himself drunk again. Drei sighed, and placed the man on the bench to sleep. He won't mind if I leave for a bit. Might as well get a towel for this mess. With that, Drei left the room with the elated guard, not knowing that the keys had fallen to the floor.
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What great security, Grohn thought. He slumped back into the back of his cell, wishing to go back to sleep. He dozed off, but barely for a moment, as soon he was awoken again by the clank of an object falling onto the stone floor.
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The noise, the noise, Rowen's clanking sped up once again, in an attempt to drive out the talking, the drunk man, and whatever else went on. She was glad that the man went away. But then - the keys! She had a chance - a second chance at life. There was just one problem.
Her arms were chained to the wall.
Rowen was on the floor, getting as far away from the wall as was possible without detaching her arms. If she could just...
If she could just get a foot through the bars, maybe she could maneuver the key her way. She attempted to accomplish this to the best of her ability.
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A loud noise echoed through the halls, it was a sound of a women yelling. "Get your grubby hands off me! Let me go!" she yelled at the two guards pushing her towards the cells. The heels of her black boats dug into the stone floor as she twisted and struggled to get herself free. She was clad completely in black.
"You are more trouble than your worth," one of the guards said to her, pushing her forward with all his weight. She was strong for her size and it showed by the trouble she was giving.
"Why don't you unchain my hands and then you'll see how much trouble I can be," she sneered at the guard and elbowed him in the gut, in which she got smacked across the face for soon after. Her green eyes gleamed with hatred for these two men pushing her along. Then she looked upon the floor and saw... keys! A devilish smirk appeared across her face for a moment and then she noticed the women in a cell trying to reach them. With a quick kick of her foot Laita got the keys close enough for the women to reach. Then she was tossed in the cell across from her with a loud THUMP!
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Yes! The keys, her way out, her escape from death, her road to life. She greedily grabbed the keys, standing to her feet. She held them behind her back, waiting for the guards to go on their way. The sooner they were gone, the sooner she could make her escape.
When the left, she made an attempt at a few of the different ones, trying to figure out which ones would free her from the cuffs she was in. Ah, yes! The last of the few.
Her arms fell to her side, free from the irons she had been held by a moment before.
One thing left - the door to her cage. She reached her hand through the bars, finding the lock.
Yes. The door was opened - she had a chance to get out of prison forever. She paused a moment, looking at the woman who had helped her.
"I'd assume you want this," she asked, the ring of keys in her grip.
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"It would be most helpful," Laita said just sitting up and trying to shake off a huge headache. She had a large bump on her head after having that lovely meeting with the hard stone floor. She stood up, stumbled a little, and then walked to the bars of her cage. She turned sideways so that she could grab the keys with her hands that were chained behind her. "If you are going to give them to me you must do it now," she advised the women in a hushed tone, though it really didn't matter from all the noise she had made just a minute ago with her entrance.
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"I see," Rowen said, almost considering not giving them to her. Almost. She passed her fellow thief the keys to her bounds, before taking a step away. There was one thing left. Getting out - getting out without getting caught. They took away her weapons when they brought her in. But she would still manage. She had to.
It was either that, or execution.
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Drei struggled as he made his way back towards the prison cells. Besides the fatigue that weighed upon him, he carried a bucket of water in one hand, and an old rag in the other to clean the ale mess. These items only seemed heavy from the drowsiness that embraced him. Why must I work so late? He passed the sleeping quarters of the barracks, but simply pushed it out of his mind. He reached the steps and began to climb, stopping a few times to try and wake himself up by splashing a bit of water on his face. When this is over, I'm heading straight to my bunk-- His thoughts were disturbed again as he reached the top step, only to find one of the prisoners out of her cell, the keys in hand, and attempting to free the others. His heart thumped, for he had no idea what to do in this situation. He was only recruited last week, and this was his first job on duty. His thoughts raced as he thought of something to do.
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Great. Just great. This is exactly what she was trying to avoid. She no longer cared whether or not anyone else got out alive - she wasn't going to waste her chance. She did the only thing that made sense to her.
She went on the offensive, her balled fist aiming for the guard's jaw. She was worn already, but regardless of the fact, she had every intention of taking him down.
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Drei's eyes flashed as watched the woman. The bucket dropped as Drei realized what was happening. She was to attack him, he could tell. "No, wait. I don't want to harm you." He tried to explain as he took a few steps forward cautiously. "We don't have to turn this into a brawl." He frowned as his eyes fell across the sleeping guard on the bench. What help he is.
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"Not harm me," Rowen scoffed. Maybe it hadn't quite caught up to him that they were planning to kill her.
"I can get over a headache," Rowen growled, seizing the front of his shirt. "I'm not sure I can get over being dead."
Her fist collided with his jaw. She wanted out - she wanted to get out of the prison, and the fight she had managed to get into was working against that. She had to escape - just had to. She just hoped that no one would be there to back this guy up.
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Laita walked out of her cell, tossed the keys into another cell, and then said, "Kill him. He'll only tell the others if you let him live." She looked at the man coldly, with an evil smirk. "You should have been more careful with your keys, they're so important," she teased and walked up next to them.
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Can't a prisoner sleep in here?
Again he walked to the bars of his cell and saw this time a guard walking up the stairs, talking to an unseen person. He sunk back, only listening.
What was this about a brawl?
Agh, let me sleep. I don't care. Just shut up, he thought to himself.
Smack.
He looked back and saw that a woman had smacked a guard. Way to go, he thought. He laughed to himself. She actually thinks she can beat him up, he thought, doubting her ability. Some people.
Then he heard another voice. He became excited, he could tell it was another prisoner. Who else could it have been? Someone had escaped. Yes. There was a chance he could get out as well!
"Oh ladies," he called to them, "You weren't going to leave me here, were you?"
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No one gave her an order. No one. It didn't matter that this person had just saved her from certain death, but that didn't give her the license to tell her what she should or shouldn't do.
"You can kill him if you like," Rowen said, her fist colliding with the man's jaw again. "I don't have time for this."
Rowen slid past, letting go of the guard. She remembered the way the guards used bringing her in. Now she had to get out, and get out unseen.
"As a matter of fact," Rowen said hurriedly as another called after her. She turned her back on them, and looked uneasily at the staircase.
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Laita, feeling a certain loyalty to her fellow criminals, picked the keys up and tossed it to the man. Then she returned her attention back to the guard, "Your lucky I'm not in the mood to kill with my bare hands." She smirked at him and then made her way to the room where they stripped her of her weapons. She got to the room and there were no guards watching all the weapons. Idiots She thought and started picking up her daggers and her sword.
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Rowen jogged down the steps, her heartbeat vastly under what it should have been. The steps ended, and a corner was turned. She stepped back, seeing a group of gambling drunken men. She wouldn't have minded - but there were a bloody lot of gambling drunken men. She could swear they were more adept when they took her in - then again, she herself was intoxicated at the time.
For then, she had to figure out how she was getting past them. One of them had taken her weapons, and thought it a good idea to keep them. Bloody thieves... then again, she was in no position to complain.
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Grohn couldn't catch the keys, like Rowen, he had his hand chained to the wall. They were, however, in the reach of her foot. He picked up the keys with his foot and freed his arms, and freed himself from the bothersome cell. He saw the guard and ran to him. He knocked him out. He then ran down the stairs to find the room where his sword and daggers were being kept. He saw Rowen, and he stopped at the corner she was stopped at.
"Is this where they're keeping our weapons?" he asked. "I actually wouldn't be surprised if they rid of mine, I've been here for so long. What are you in here for?
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Rowen rolled her eyes at the bothersome man. Her hand reared back like a snake, and grabbed the hair on the back of his head, pulling him forward - just enough to see what she saw. She let him go in silence. Which one of them took her sword, she wondered. Then again, did she really want it back? She shook these thoughts away, and returned to watching. Maybe this man at her side knew what to do.
"Ow," he cried as she yanked on his hair. "Oh, well, I guess that would be where. Hmm, how could we get in there? They seem to be very drunk...I've got an idea. We could pretend that we were actually guards, they're so drunk, they probably wouldn't know the difference. We would walk in there and grab our weapons and stab all of them. They wouldn't have such quick reaction time."
Even as he thought this would be possible, he knew it would be hard. After all, he had no idea where his sword was, actually, he doubted that it was still in this prison. But soon he saw a man with a sheathe at his belt. The sword was just unsheathed enough to see a blade glowing light blue. The sword had only a little bit of visible tengwar written on it. "Well, thats my sword," he said, directing Rowen's head to the man. "It must be a full moon tonight. The blade glows light blue when it is a full moon," he explained. "We'd have to trick them. But how? Any bright ideas, lady?"
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At what she deemed as an insult, Rowen reached for the front of his shirt, and yanked him face-to-face.
"Firstly, don't call me lady. Secondly, as a matter of fact, no, I don't have any bright ideas. My bright idea was the key, her bright idea was throwing it to you, and now it's your turn."
It was easy to see her mood was not a good one. It usually wasn't, but after being locked up, the thoughts of nothing but death ahead of her, she was in a different kind of mentality. She was cold, scared, and desperate, and nothing was getting in her way.
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Rudger sat in the cell, which he shouldn't be in because of a crime he didn't commit and now he was going to die. He had huddled up in the corner thinking of how he could get out, but then people would think he was guilty for sure. He decided he would just have to face it when the time came until all the camotion(sp?) started. When the men in he cell next to him had escaped he had dropped the keys right next to the bars. Rudger quickly scuttled over and put his back to the bars. He felt around for the keys and soon found them. It took him a while to find the right key but soon the cuffs were finally off and the feeling in his hands were returning. He strode over to the door. Luckily his cellmate wasn't awake. He opened the door and locked it back up when he was out. He hung the keys on the hook making sure no one else could escape. He went over to the guard who had been beaten and sat him up against the wall.
"Sorry about this but I'm not dying for something I didn't do" he whispered to the guard. He stopped up and went down the stairs and jumped at the last three. He soon stopped when he saw the other people that had escaped.