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Post by Dussie on Jan 12, 2014 13:27:36 GMT -5
((I like it, what's the photo from? Skip to the next day?))
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Post by Lady Moose on Jan 12, 2014 14:31:14 GMT -5
(It's the French Special Forces. Cool, right? And can you skip because I did last time? xD)
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Post by Dussie on Jan 12, 2014 14:44:15 GMT -5
((That is cool. And I will.))
Connor woke up groggily enough. He'd dreamed well. Of what his life was three days before. In just one it had changed so much. He found that he was spooning Deryn and pulled away as slowly as he dared, blushing Boots. Hat. He packed up their meager supplies and set them by the door, leaning the rifle against the wall and sighing. They had a chance. They really did, didn't they? He peered out the blinds once more before shaking Deryn lightly to ensure she was awake. Luckily enough, Connor had woken before sunrise so they had some time before they had to skip town before it was light. "Hey, It's morning." He whispered.
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Post by Lady Moose on Jan 12, 2014 15:07:01 GMT -5
Deryn felt Connor's warmth next to her, but didn't move. She was grateful for the warmth. And even though she was awake when he moved away, the girl stayed perfectly still until she was shaken by her male companion. Staying in bed as long as possible was her goal, and she had succeeded thus far. Though she actually woke up early, the warmth caressed her and grabbed at her limbs and her will, forcing the fugitive to stay enveloped in the blankets where it was comfortable and safe. But she did rise and put on her vest, boots, hat, and newly created 'poncho' after groaning and making a rather large scene of getting out of bed. Packing up the blankets they'd used to keep warm into her sack, she slung in over her shoulder in a carefree manner and smiled with a wink as she opened the door and started out of the room. "We're going to walk and talk. It's no fun if you're not nearby to talk to, though."
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Post by Dussie on Jan 12, 2014 15:41:11 GMT -5
Connor waited patiently for Deryn to get ready and pulled on the jacket from the constable. Strapping the rifle to the side of the pack, he followed her out of their little apartment and made way for the stairs and onto the back exit. "Sure. No reason to walk in awkward silence anyways." She seemed chipper and that brought his spirits up. They strolled out the back exit and he asked, "So then, Deryn. I think you mentioned siblings? I don't have any, myself. Always kinda wanted a little brother."[/b] He wasn't sure if that was a good topic to start with since she might not see them again, but he was curious anyways. He didn't know anything about her to make a conversation about...
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Post by Lady Moose on Jan 15, 2014 18:59:37 GMT -5
When Connor brought up siblings, she simply smiled before his silence indicated for her to add. "Well, my older brother's name is James, but he went off to research some strange scientific phenomenon and we haven't heard from him since. He ought to be twenty-five by now... And then there's Agatha, who is fifteen. She's a darling girl, always so prim and beautiful. Not like me with my common tongue. And so attached to me. I wonder how she took the news. Anyhow, Maxwell is ten. He's a ruffian, but lovable in that. Probably not so shaken. And then there's the twins, Emerson and Oswald, who are both seven. Next is Ambrose, who is only five. And then Victor, who's three in two weeks. Only Agatha and Maxwell are old enough to understand what happened, I think." Smiling a smile with enough sadness to make a grown man's chest tighten in grief for her, she wiped a tear away prematurely, which only really served to push them out and make them spill onto her cheeks with that strange warm and cool sensation. Mopping up the salty discharge, she put her head down and chuckled nervously. "Sorry. I just miss 'em is all. There are eight of us and, except for James, we were all so close. It'll be hard to come to terms with the fact that I won't see them again anytime soon." ... In the Hanway house, which was normally hectic is lively and vivacious children, it was silent save for the sounds of quiet sobs and rare lamentations in short bursts. Agatha, who was too weary of wiping her tears away to bother with them any longer, had her arm around Maxwell, who was in a sobbing fit over the loss of Deryn, who was far more of a critical part of their family than she could know. "Why did she leave us? We could have helped her!" he cried. "Shh, Max. Think of the hardship that would have befallen the lot of us if she had stayed. You and I both know she was trying to save us by martyring herself," comforted Agatha with her silken voice. "But why?! I want her here!" "I know. We all do. Even me. We're all struggling." It was the best she could offer. After James left, Mister and Missus Hanway died of illness. Yet Deryn always stayed upbeat to help the children to stop their moping. And eventually their wounds healed. Victor grew up without his parents in his life almost at all. And without the fiery, redheaded young lady knowing, Agatha had always idolized her sister, trying her best to be just like her. But the two were different, almost polar opposites. The full effect of that difference only reared its ugly head when Deryn became a fugitive and left to save her family because Agatha had to step up and fill the largest shoes she could possiby imagine filling. But the third-youngest child would never be able to do that. She was too soft, too gentle. Running a family was too much for the poor soul. So the Hanway children were being picked off by fate one by one from the oldest to the youngest.
(What if Connor and Deryn had a run-in with James in the forest?)
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Post by Dussie on Jan 15, 2014 19:22:46 GMT -5
((Oh! Nice! He could attack Connor out of protection of his little sister! He is wearing a constable's coat.))
Connor felt her pain through the air. He set a hand on her shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring something like that up. But listen, we'll get out of this and I promise you. You'll see your family again. I give you my word." They hadn't known each other for long enough for it to matter, but he hadn't broken a promise yet. "I wish I had a family. You're lucky, you know? No one misses me. No one will notice when I'm not there. I was unemployed after the mutiny so I don't even have a boss to be angry when I don't show. I know much consolation but, at least it's something." He took his hand from her shoulder and adjusted the strap on his pack. "But for now, at least, it's an alright day. I mean, look! Food, water, freedom, good traveling company. It could be worse." They could be being hunted. He bet his life they would be eventually. "So then," He wanted to change subject, "favorite novel. Mine is one called 'The Trials and Tribulations of Samwin'. It's about a man who goes out on an adventure to seek a ring that gives you magical powers. Cheesy, I know, but it was the first serious book I read, so it holds a little meaning to me."
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Post by Lady Moose on Jan 15, 2014 21:04:06 GMT -5
(That's actually a brilliant idea.)
"You're right. That is somewhat of a consolation, but I'm sorry it had to be at your expense. I must be hard to live like that," she remarked quietly, trying not to think about her siblings to avoid unnecessary shows of weakness. When he changed the subject, she was entirely grateful. It was easier to divert her attention with something else to talk about. "Really? That's nice. I don't really have a lot of time for reading. With taking care of all the kiddos and cleaning people's houses for a living, there's not much time. But I like storytelling. I have more than enough to last a lifetime. It's a tradition among us poor folk. Though I suppose the both of us are poor now. Not much of a downgrade for me, but you... Heh. Oh well. Life's not exactly fair!"
(Should we skip to them in the forest, then?)
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Post by Dussie on Jan 15, 2014 21:59:06 GMT -5
((Yeah. I'm sort of a genius, so... :3 ))
"Hah, that's funny. Sailors don't make a lot of money, Deryn." Connor pointed out. "Plenty of nights I slept in an alley, between work." ~ After a bit of walking and some chatting, they exited the city. The woods were thick and heavily wooded. They had to be. Lumber was a commodity and a valuable one at that. Connor felt safe enough letting his guard down a little. He was now fairly confident he could trust Deryn to an extent and he was sure no one knew they were in these particular woods yet. Nearly no one knew they even lived in the same city, even. Deryn was poor and Connor traveled. They weren't exactly recorded numerous and countless times like nobility. "We should look out for a campsite. A little clearing, we could set up, sit down. Preferably by a river, I suppose." He said. He wasn't sure if they should stay put or if they should keep moving each day. His companion probably didn't truly know either. They'd do their best to plan, but if they weren't flexible they'd snap.
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Post by Lady Moose on Jan 16, 2014 17:43:45 GMT -5
"Alright. Sounds goo-" "Don't you say another word!" exclaimed a voice from beyond the foliage and shade. "Who goes there?" Deryn inquired calmly, fingering the knife at her hip in case she was impelled to use it. "Don't you...recognize my voice? Deryn, it's me..." Stepping out from the shadows, a lanky man of about six feet, uncombed black hair, and disheveled general appearance seemed to snap back into hostile mode as he came closer to Connor. "... Can it be...?" "We can catch up later," James remarked softly before turned back to Connor, his tall frame beginning to loom. "Who are you and what are you doing with my sister? She certainly is not traveling with a constable of her own free will. Or have you already got inside her head? I know how you people work. It's disgusting," he spat forcefully.
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