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McKensie and Lara II :)
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Oct 23, 2014 06:22AM
Well here we are :)
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Awesome! So what ideas do you want to go with this time?P.S. I'm going to disappear in two minutes. School is starting.
Hmm I'm not quite sure, really anything would be great!That's alright :)
Ok. We can brainstorm then. We could always use a world thats already made (middle earth, hogwarts etc) or use a popular theme (forbidden love etc) or just choose the setting and go from there....
I'm brain dead today :P sorry lots of studying what would you like to do?
Alright. Back finally. There is one idea I though of we could use or not, its up to you. So the world is one in which magic exists, and is known of, but those who have it are disgraced and lower class citizens. (no rights.) It would take place roughly in the eighteenth century (victorian sorta). So anyways. To get to our two pairs of characters. Pair A. As I'll call them for now, live in the south west of the world, where tribes of gypsies and wandering peoples live. Girl one (yours or mine, It doesn't really matter) could be in one of these tribes, and be some sort of being with powers (shapeshifter, for example, or a witch, etc) and she also happened to be an assassin. Unfortunately, she was captured, and taken prisoner by Guy one's (also don't matter who plays him) squadron. On the journey back to the Americas, anything could happen, and he has to deal with loyalty to his men, and sympathy (and probs hatred for the first bit) towards this girl.
Pair two. I also don't care who plays which in this pair either, as long as we each have a girl and a guy :) So anyways. Up in the north west (Think London) the wealthy live, getting entertainment out of the magics, instead of hunting them down in the rugged south. So there is a travelling circus, in which guy two has been an unwilling act for quite some time (his job and species can be determined later) He is fed up with the circus, and decides to escape one night. Girl two, would also be in the circus, but would be a new addition. She could be a mermaid, or a fairy or Fae, etc, something unusual that landed her there. She begs him to take her along, but being independant, he only releases her, and doesn't wanting her to follow him. But she has no where else to go.
Ok. Don't have to go with this at all. But this was what I came up with. Lol. let me know what you think.
I completely love it!!!!!! :) I would like to be the circus guy and gypsy/witch girl if that's ok.
Awesome and yeah sure! I made both as interesting as possible, which is why I didn't mind playing either girl/guy :P So. Charrie sheets then? just simple ones?
I don't really like charrie sheets but if you want them sure!
Yeah :) can you start I have to cook dinner!
yeah sure. Probs heading to bed soon, but I'll see how many posts I can get on before then :)Jay stared at the man in front of him. Mirrors were supposed to always tell the truth. They were the one thing that couldn't be poisoned by the ever growing disease of magic in this world. So why then did his reflection not seem like himself? The hardened, war seasoned soldier staring at him did not feel like the fun loving boy he wished he was. Ah, that's what time did to a person in this day and age. In the rolling plains and deserts of the south, one had to be careful where they stepped. This was no place for boyish antics anymore. Mouth set in a grim line, he stepped out of his tent and walked towards a the guards standing outside another tent, much like his, but smaller, and disgraced because of what was being held inside.
Char, as she liked being called, even though her full name was Charlotte, sat sulking. There was little else to do in this place. Only a single dusty ray of light shone through the thick canvas of the tent she was in. It had been dyed red and gold, bright cheery colours if you were coming to look, and not to be looked at. Char had never been so disgraced and humiliated in all her life. The tail she held in her arms once shone brilliantly, a feature she was proud of, until she had been trapped in a fisher's net, and immediately brought to land. She had just joined this circus, and now sat in her cramped excuse for a tank, just staring forlornly. Her glass had been tapped and banged on all that day until her ears rang. If she could cry, she would have.
Wonderful :)Far off in the woods that had no name Drina sat on the dusty ground focusing on the fluttering fire in front of her. Having so many powders and herbs settled in it from a day gone by it sparked stray blues and greens among the steady pulse of embers. Her violet eyes flickered watching it closely as she raised her hand in rhythmic patterns revealing a scene depicting a campsite of soldiers only a few miles from where she was. They were far too close to take comfort or relax with her caravan she was traveling with in these days. She picked up the intricate dagger placed in her satchel and examined it running her finger lightly against the sharp bone blade, they wouldn't destroy anymore of the few enchantments unscaved from their command.
Thanks :P When is the other guy going to come in?Jay walked inside and glared at the small boy on the ground. He was tied, but he was glaring right back. Bone thin, he looked much smaller than he was. With some meat on him, the kid might have been... fourteen? That was Jay's guess. Child of a gypsy wife no doubt, and ransom should they run into them. His clothes were strange, brightly coloured, though flecked with dust, and he had beads which he gripped in one hand. The real issue with this kid, however, was that he knew things he shouldn't. Had the 'sight' as some called it. But it was magic no less. And magic was something Jay did not trust. "Where's the next caravan?" He asked, his voice hoarse from travelling the open lands and desert for many a month.
The boy scowled. "Not far. Day's walk." He hissed, knowing by now that silence earned him blows.
Jay nodded. "Keep our course straight." He said to the guards, "Hopefully we'll reach them by nightfall." He strode back out of the tent.
The circus tent flap opened briefly as two men walked in. Char knew them as the circus owner and ring master by now. Her eyes narrowed in contempt, but she stayed otherwise emotionless. Anger brought her pokes with a sharp rod, and fear made them laugh, so she didn't give them either satisfaction. As always, their dull human voices were muffled outside the glass, even to her sharp ears. But they didn't mind letting their eyes drift over her, as everyone did. Even though she had nothing to cover her top half, and was not ashamed of this, these men were not looking at her like that. No. She was below even the lowly statuses their women had. She was an object. Something shiny to be poked and prodded, then sold. The ring master walked up to her tank and dumped three dead fish in, which slowly sank to the bottom. Char looked away. She was hungry, yes. And the fish were enticing. But she refused to be fed like an animal.
Stefan watched all the empty faces pass him by, being there for so long every day just blended into a never ending limbo. He refused to perform anymore the flint sticks laying aimlessly on the hay structured floor. 'As if they were live stock' he thought to himself and turned around facing the shabby canvas that was paling from long days in the sun. Once he was proud to be the boy of flames, tossing it in the air and swallowing it with ease, now he refused to perform, he turned around in his seat and stared at the paling canvas. Even the tent was burned out and tired of faking buoyancy to please dopey smiles and bothersome ankle biters.
Drina slowly stood up away from the fire and walked back to the camp. The circle of wagons were covered by glittering scarves and strings of handcrafted beads, once beautiful they may have been now they were bedraggled and desolate. The people watched her with solace feeling the pains she felt when her brother was taken away, she had watched that fire for a long time wary of the treatment those barbarians acted on him. She was freeing him tonight, she would slit the throats of every swine that touched him.
((Lol sorry. Well that got confusing. Working on my reply now))
Jay walked back into his tent, brushing the flap open. Hopefully the next tribe of gypsies would be friendly enough to trade them for food, and other supplies they were running low on. Luckily, most gypsies were indifferent, taking no sides. They welcomed any traveler, feed and clothing them, as well as trading goods. They didn't like to pick sides in the wars. And they were smart not to do so. He huffed out slowly, raking a hand through his dark brown hair. It was cropped short, an necessary caution in the deserts. But it was still strange to him, as most men wore their hair to their shoulders. The map on the wall was faded and dusty, marks of brown ink blotched out by the black charcoal he had smudged on the places they'd been. They were moving slowly, very slowly, but ever closer to their target. The two men sneered at the fish inside the tank. "Stubborn, isn't she?" The owner asked. He was a wealthy man, his speech clipped and British. He had more than enough money to keep himself on the chubby side. The ring man, however, was tall and burly, muscular, as he had also been part of the show. Not anymore. He ran it now. "Yes. She is. But like all things. She can be broken. Once she grows hungry enough, she'll start eating again. And her spirit will have been broken."
The owner nodded, looking at his pocket watch briefly. "And a good thing that. Almost bit off my finger when I bought her, the little she-devil."
"Aye. She's a rare possession. Make no doubt about that."
Char, inside her too warm tank, heard nothing of what was said. Her sapphire eyes were on the crack in the tent flap, that let her see where the sun was just starting to set. Night brought blessed relief. No more faces. And the air cooled. It cooled the tank a little, so it wasn't baking her anymore. And the dark was the only place she could pretend she was free again.
Drina watched the idle camp with forlorn eyes. Once alive with folk music and dancing, drinking of the wine and laying with the enticing travelers now was reserved and empty. Only a span of 12 months had passed since that dreadful night when the soldiers that they were caring for betrayed them. They took those that had entertained them with their gifts, magic they had called it. Her brother only shy of manhood was dragged away tied like an animal, only a piece of flesh in their minds. She had tried to stop them, hexing the leader with painful pustules and blinding those that had her brother. That only drew their attention to her direction and like a fool she had ran cloaking herself in the darkness of the night. The caravan had trekked on not stopping for anything or anyone, escaping the memories that plagued them. Now the swine were following them not content with the damage they had inflicted.Stefan listened, being invisible to the beastly collectors of this horror exposition. He had seen them with their latest prized jewel, a maiden of the sea. Once bright and vivacious she now sat in that tank limp and lost, the dead fish skimmed the top making the already inadequate tank unbearable. He waited impatiently for the tent flap to finally close for the night and snuck over the velvet ropes that contained him to the tank. He could see tapping would not be the proper way to get her attention so he cleared his throat watching her foggy figure in the glass.
Jay helped with the packing up of supplies to get the caravan moving again. In the dusty expanses, there were few who could survive the swirling sand storms and relentless sun, and during the night, the frost that took over, chilling once sweating bodies. Yes, it was a grueling task, travelling between gypsy caravans, but a necessary one none the less. He had his objective, and as a captain, not fulfilling your commands meant the firing squad. Jay lifted his hood (bleached white to protect from the sun) over his face and strapped his bundle of clothing to his pack horse. Because they were a mission funded by the government, he had been given the best equipment... spirited stallions with manes of flowing silver and coats as dark as coal. But even these horses had been worn down eventually, tiring under the sun. He was just lucky that they would reach another camp in the next couple hours. Where they could find food, and hopefully rest. When those blasted men, with their endless muffled chatter finally left her alone, Charlotte actually slumped a little in relief. Her eyes wandering around the dark tent that contained most of the performers in different cages. She looked at the dead fish with contempt, her hands curling into fists. When her stomach protested in hunger, she looked away again, forcing herself to think not of the food she so desperately wanted, but was not granted. Not civilly. She looked to either side of her then, first to the lions that lay huddled together on one side, trying to sleep, but she could tell it was fitful. Then she looked to the other side, and was surprised to find a boy looking back. She held his gaze for a long while, interested, but not bothering to speak. She could... she easily could... but not when she was underwater. Her water voice was not audible to any one not in the water as well.
A short glance at the fire revealed that they were on the move again, the sky was getting darker and not being born of the desert they would be disoriented and dazed. Drina knew this was her perfect oppertunity to attack and claim back which was hers, the wanted the desert sands stained with the warmonger's blood. She donned her shroud black as the night and removed any jewelry or scarf that would cause a clatter. Tying the dagger to her belt she filled her small clay canteen with water and stored fresh fruit and breads in her satchel tying it to her wild stallion. She rode off towards the west where the caravan of soldiers were arriving, silent against the soft sand and invisible in the night.Stefan frowned trying to find a way to help her, he slowly maneuvered his way up to the brim of the tank and with a net removed the rotting fish and filth that they had slopped into the water expecting her to eat. He watched her in the water and motioned her up so that they may converse easily "I can sneak you food if you'd like, just tell me what you eat. I always steal from them...no one gets fed well except for their huge lard bodies!" He hoped to make her smile, he wasn't one for making friends or relationships but he was passionate about defying their captors.
Jay's eyes were on the horizon as they traveled, his horse being at the head of the pack. He knew not to let his guard down as they approached, even if these tribes were supposed to be friendly. His eyes scanned the dark sands, shadowed now because night had fallen and there was no moon. A moonless night was a dangerous, dark enough to blot out everything like a drop of ink on a page. A small movement in the corner of his eye caught Jay's attention, slowly, he looked in the direction without turning his head. A dark rider, on a dark horse. Likely unfriendly. Looking back ahead, Jay kept moving. He would let them come, whoever they were. One man against many was no odds at all. Char was a little surprised by this boy's kindness, when he scooped out the rotting fish. It was not like humans to show her kindness, that much she had learned in her time here. Then again, the boy may not be human. That would make more sense. Flipping her stiff tail once sent her to the top of the tank, her face just peaking over the edge of the water. She was still nervous around him, as she had learned to trust no one. She just trusted him enough to come closer. His comment earned a small smile, but it was tired. "Could you?" She asked, not able to hide the hopefullness in her long unused voice. She was starving, a fact that showed in her bony frame. "I'll eat anything fresh, preferably not rotten fish..."
Drina leaped from her horse when she got close enough and tackled the rider leading the caravan to the ground. Motioning her head with the right sound made his horse spring away into the darkness to who knows where. She drew the blade to his neck glaring at him with her violet eyes, he was the one that took her brother she recognized the hardness of his face and the steely blue eyes looking back at her. Pressing the blade more to draw blood she hissed in her language "an eye for an eye..."Stefan watched her penetrate the top of the water and gave a smile and nod "I'll be back, do not fear." He whispered and slid back down his leather shoes silent against the ground. He looked back at her once and quickly leapt up to the small tear in the canvas and pushed through it swinging from their tent to the ring leader'a. He heard drunk languish laughter and rolled his eyes staying low and stealthy as he quickly stole the remains of their feast. Thankfully being boorish they left a lot and he gathered it in the cloth napkin and tied off the knot before he leapt back through the tear and to the top of the tank. He handed her the parcel with a smile "I can get more." He assured.
Jay was not surprised when the attacker leaped at him, knocking him off the horse, wich in turn bolted. 'Stupid animal' he thought. They rolled in the dusty sand, grit getting in his eyes and mouth. He spat and shook his head, just in time to feel a sharp prick at his neck and see a glaring girl above him, her hair brushing his face. "Speak for yourself. Witch." He growled, spinning and throwing her off him. There was another flurry of sand as he scrambled to get his footing in the sand before whirling to face the girl, his sword drawn.Char nodded, watching him leave, before she ducked under the water again. Even though it was grimy and warm and such a small space, it was water, and she was not comfortable out of it for too long. Open air held deafening noises, and sights and smells. It was overwhelming to her. When the boy came back, she slipped to the top of the water again, a little further this time, so her shoulders just broke the surface. She took the parcel gingerly, gasping in delight when she saw the food. "Thank you!" She breathed, stuffing a peice of bread in her mouth just as fast as possible.
Drina focused raising her hand and created a wall of sand that collapsed over him as she killed the guards and rushed to her brother's aide. She sawed off the ropes and gave him the food and water "go! And don't look back." She commanded not knowing how long she could hold them off, she watched him ride off towards home and felt some relief knowing he would be safe.Stefan nodded and gave a small smile "it's not a problem, is there anything else I can do to help you? I try to keep everyone comfortable and strong. One of these days we will all revolt and escape...luring the worms into their own cages. See how they like it!" He was passionate and confident of his plan, one day it would happen and they all had to keep their strength up.
Jay cried out briefly as a thundering mountain of sand suddenly enveloped him. And then there was just darkness, and no air, as if it had all been sucked away. Jay held his breath as he started to dig himself out, knowing that breathing now would give him a lungful of sand. The sand burned his skin, still hot from the day, and the grit got under his nails as he scrambled to get out before his body forced him to take a breath. He was starting to see red spots when his hand broke the surface, and then not long after... the rest of him. He spat sand and shook his head, trying to get some of it away from his eyes. His hand curling tighter around one of his daggers, he crept up behind the girl, and then pounced on her, his arm wrapping around her neck, knife at her throat. "Give up. Witch. Or I'll slit your pretty throat."Char ate the food, only pausing to breathe every now and then, as she was so hungry, and her stomach cried out for it. She could feel this boy's passion like an eternal flame and she respected him for it. "I hope you succeed." She said finally. "These circus masters would do well with a taste of their own medicine." She said, tossing the cloth her food had been over the edge of the tank. She sank lower in the water again, until it was up to her chin and her hair swirled out around her. "Clean water would be nice. But I don't think that is something I am to be granted." She sighed softly. "It would mean draining this tank. And that is a task I doubt any could accomplish in one night, while getting it filled again."
Drina cried out in frustration and spun flipping him over her shoulder and shoving her heel into his back. She would have victorious until another solider conked her on the side of her head knocking her out cold into the heated sand. The man helped his captain up "are you alright sir?"Stefan pondered lightly about how he was to do it, no task was too difficult for him in his mind. "If we drain the water would you be alright? Like could you survive?"
Jay had not been expecting her burst of strength. He didn't know such a thin wiry frame could possess that much force. But it did, and it had thrown him clear over her shoulder into the sand. He stood, heaving a sigh as he dusted the sand off his clothes and tried to shake some of it out of his hair. "I am, thank you. And thank you for finally putting an end to this rogue's antics. The boy got away, but I am sure this girl will do just as well for our purposes." He said, walking over to her limp form. He was quick to pat down her body, searching for any weapons, before tying her wrists and ankles securely with rope. "Stick her in the prisoner's tent. Let me know when she awakens." He insturcted, moving to get his tent unpacked from his horse. They would not reach the caravan tonight. He just prayed for all their sakes that they would find it tomorrow. Char could tell he was thinking about how to pull this off. Again, it made her wonder at his kindness, and why on earth he would be helping her so willingly. "I can survive, yes." She said softly. She had been stranded on land once, for only fifteen minutes, but it had been a very painful few minutes for her. "Just not longer than half an hour. I start to dry up then... and that would suffocate me." She explained. "But under half an hour I can stay out of the water."
((She thinks she'll die if she dries up. She wont. She'll grow legs. :P But the drying out/change is still quite painful.))
Drina felt the prickling of dried blood on her scalp as she started to gain consciousness. Her fingers were numb from the pinched rope around her wrists she grunted and tried to moved away from the stiff pole straightening her back. She kicked her bare tanned feet trying to squirm out of the rope. "Going to burn me to the stake next?" She called out spitting at the figure standing watch.Stefan frowned worriedly "if we could drain the water...I could get one of the elephants out to the shore and siphon the water back to you! It would be the same water you lived in correct?" He wiped the glass watching her "would that be alright?"
The man on watch merely laughed. "If that is what her highness requests." He said, bowing mockingly for her, before heading out of the tent and to his master's. "She woke." He said softly, opening the tent flap. Jay nodded, sighing. He didn't want to have to deal with another witch, but it was a must. Standing slowly, ignoring the creaking stiffness in his limbs, he walked out of his comfortable tent and to the one where the captive was being held. He nodded to the guards outside and moved in, his eyes brushing over the tied witch. "So she finally woke up." Was all he said, as if she wasn't even in the room there with them.
Char thought about that for a moment. Elephants could hold a lot of water... and water right from the shore was something she craved. It was too tempting to say no. "That would be wonderful." She agreed, bobbing a little on the surface. "That is... if it wouldn't be too much trouble." She added, trying to be polite. She knew he would be risking a lot by doing that. Leaving the circus for the shore could get him any number of punishments if caught. Char had seen someone whipped here once before, and she never wanted to witness that again. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me..."
Drina just glared at him unable to use her powers because her hands were bound, she flashed her eyes creating an unbearable headache to strike. "She is, though very soon you are going to wish she hadn't." She said quietly but with venom laced through every word.Stefan waved a hand at her dismissively "I will be fine, anything to break out of the rut is a pleasure and an honor!" He grabbed a bucket and started to dump the water outt, the water sipped into the very dry ground. He leapt over to the animals and coaxed one of the babies to come with him. The sweet elephant sniffed at the girl and played at her before sucking up all the water draining it out.
Jay actually smiled then, some of his humor returning. She was a feisty one, wasn't she. He shook his head, holding back a soft chuckle. "We'll keep you alive, don't worry. But that's only if you cooperate. And only if you have something to give us in return." He said seriously. He was referring to the gift... magic. Sight. Whatever people called it these days. It was helpful to him and his men, and he needed it. No, he did not want anything to do with magic himself. But he did need sight in someone else to help him and his men reach their goal alive. Char smiled, her heart warming a little. She reached over the edge gingerly to stroke the little elephant's trunk. As her water started to drain, she grew more and more nervous, hoping the boy would be able to coax the elephant all the way down to the shore and back in less than half an hour. The water drained lower and lower until she was left just at the bottom, feeling very helpless and dry. Her wet hair clung to her body, and she just let herself lie still at the bottom. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe small breaths to make herself last longer. "Hurry." She whispered.
Drina just glared at him wishing he would spontaniusly combust right in front of her. She struggled with the ropes trying to get free, she would never help him and the evil cause they represented. She got her hand through but pretended otherwise.Stefan quickly led the elephant past the circus grounds, it was very hard to obscure a baby elephant but they managed. He led her to the water and motioned for her to spray out the old water and suck in the new.
Jay watched her, shaking his head. It was above him that she still kept her dignity, even when strapped helpless on the ground in the presence of enemies. He gave her that much. "We can do this two ways. One... You tell me whether you have the gift or not, I untie you, and we treat you with respect so long as we need you. Two... you sit there and don't talk, and we find other methods to make you." He said seriously, letting the implied threat sink in. Char lay shivering on the bottom sheet of glass in her tank, just staring straight up through the top. She was still breathing slow, trying to conserve her time out of the water. But it still came, that burning feeling in her lungs that caused her to wince and her tail to twitch. Her tail felt stiff and heavy, unsuited to the air. Soon it grew suffocating, and Char whimpered softly as the walls closed in around her. Her vision was fuzzy, and she was close to passing out.
Drina wasn't even fazed, she just glared at him thinking of every possible horrible curse she could put on this man glowering over her. Threaten her all he wants, she would get her revenge presently. The tent was cold from the brisk night air whistling through every crack the old canvas held, she curled up closer to herself to stay warm.Stefan was trying to hurry the little elephant but it wanted to splash around and play glad for the freedom as well. He tugged at the rope leading her back, he hadn't a clue what time it was and he hoped it wasn't too late. When he arrived at the camp he felt a sharp blade at his side and he crumbled seeing the two shadows of the circus owners. The elephant scampered away trying to complete it's goal.
Jay waited for her to talk, and when she didn't, he nodded slowly, his mouth pinching into a thin line. "Have it your way." He flicked his hand in dismissal. Walking out of the tent, he came back in with a couple supplies. Bucket of water, knives, pins, and other instruments saved for this sort of use. "You have five more minutes to answer me girl, before things get uglier than they have to be." He said, setting up the equipment. Char woke up to cold water splashing over her head. Cold clean water. She gasped in joy and swam tight circles in what space she had, laughing in pure delight. "Thank you!" She cried, stroking the little elephant's trunk. She saw the rope around its neck, realizing that the strange boy was not with the elephant. She frowned worriedly. "Where is he?" She asked softly. "Where is the boy who helped me?" Her gut told her something was wrong.
Drina didn't even look at the instruments, few moments of pain was far more pleasing then giving in to the enemy. With her abilities they would rid of anything good and pure in the world...she wasn't going to be responsible for killing off her people. She closed her eyes taking deep soothing breaths staying calm and guarded refusing to give in to his petty threats.Stefan was strung up by his wrists, his shirt was stripped away as the whip stringed with glass and rocks snapped across his bsck, he winced refusing to vocally cry out. He just imagined getting out, finding his own home and living his life not as a freak. The bliss took away the sting.
The elephant stayed near her sniffing her with it's trunk, she trusted her and the water was nice.
Jay frowned a little. He gave her points for bravery, but not cunning. It would have been far easier for her to just talk to him, in fact, he had expected she would, even if she lied. But no, she refused to utter a sound. Not smart on her part... Jay picked up the knife, deciding to start with that. "So you aren't going to talk then?" He asked, running the blade across her bare arm. Char stroked the elephant, still wondering where the boy was. The sun was just starting to rise. Kids and parents in their frilly dresses and suits would be arriving soon to watch the show. Maybe he went back to where they usually keep him, because it is so soon to dawn. She thought, hoping with all she was that was what had happened. She would have looked for him, if she could leave the tank. But she couldn't. So she stayed where she was, petting the elephant and flicking her tail back and forth nervously, much more lively now that her water was cold and clear.
Drina could feel the scratch against her tanned arm, she didn't even breathe just focused her eyes on him almost tauntingly. She knew he was going to hurt her, that much was obvious but how cold hearted was he? Would he let her die or just give up...she wasn't sure, right now though she was imagining her brother back home...the life to come back with her family.After his back was saturated with blood, the ring leader took a hose and sprayed alcohol causing his back to spasm and him to let put the first cry of pain. They tied him up and threw him back into his pen. Shivering from the shock and cold. He sat on the wooden chair straight as a board to prove he wasn't weak. The girl would be happy and that made him feel like it was worth something.
Jay pressed a little harder as he moved down to her forearm, letting a drop of blood run down over her skin. "I can keep going all day, you know that. You have to chose your path. Die a useless death, or actually amount to something." He hissed, digging in the knife a little harder. She was stubborn, and hard, but everything could be broken when put under enough tension. ((Do you want her to be able to see him? (like their cages are close together) or wait till night?))
((Let's wait till night, we could have them close but not be able to speak to one another till everyone leaves.))Drina let herself wince and turned her face away from the blood. She wasn't going to die useless, she was going to die with her conscience still intact! The sting of the blade increased and she shut her eyes unable to stay stoic but still not saying a word. Her ancestors would not be pleased if she cowardly gave up or even lied to save her own skin.
((sounds good.))Char heard a commotion somewhere further along the line of cages and she shot to the top of her tank, craning her neck to try and see. She couldn't, however, and grew frustrated, banging her tail against the glass, which caused a few of the viewers to step back a little in fear. "Where are you?" She whispered, even though she knew he would not be able to hear. Glum, she sank back down to the bottom and hugged her tail to herself. "Please... please hurry up and be over." she begged the day.
Jay's frown deepened. How much longer was she going to hold on? He had a job he needed to get done, and he wanted it done soon. He didn't like cutting her open, he didn't like hurting anyone. But if it was something he needed to do for his job, then he would do it. He moved to the other arm, carving a deep rent into it. "My patience is wearing thin girl." He growled.
Stefan ignored the points and whispers directed to his back 'is it part of the act?' He heard one woman ask and another man peered through his monacle 'nothing extraordinary about it really. We pay good money for this!?' He shut his eyes focusing in on the blur of noises and created a sea of white noise to drown himself in.Drina with the hand she had freed backhanded him hard across the face when he growled at her. He was the one annoyed? She was tied up and being butchered! He had no right no say anything of the sort. She had been chewing the inside of her mouth to ease the pain and spat the blood in his face.
Char had sat just staring out the edge of her tank the whole day, refusing to even look at the faces that tapped, and at one point, banged, on her glass. By the end of the day, as usual, her head was ringing painfully, but at least it was over. When the last visitors had left, she rose to the surface again. "Hello?" She called out into the tent, hoping the circus master was no where around. She had to see if that boy was ok. See if he was... alive.Jay stumbled back when she slapped him, not expecting it at all. His surprise was quickly replaced with a dark scowl. He wiped the blood off his face with the back of one hand. "You'll pay for that." He hissed. He didn't bother tying her other hand, she was too bound to escape. He walked to the guards. "Thirty lashes for her." He growled out. "And make it snappy. Then he stormed to his tent.
Stefan's pointed ears peeked up when he heard her voice in the dark tent. He slowly walked to the edge of his pen "I hear you." He called back "is if feeling better?..." He asked after moments pause. He didn't want to draw attention to his injuries she would feel responsible and he wouldn't allow it.The guards entered tying her up the chain hanging from the pole and shredded her clothes revealing her tanned back. They took pleasure in the sharp snap and automatic spasm that came after, 30 wasn't enough to quench their thirst for her pain so they doubled it until she couldn't take anymore.
Char relaxed when she heard his voice. So he was ok. As far as she could tell. His voice sounded normal, so she wasn't too worried. "Yes, much better thanks to you." she said, smiling a little. She was warming up slowly, getting used to talking to someone again. "I was worried when you didn't return that... something had happened. But you're ok, right?"Jay walked to his tent, calming himself by working on planning their route and working out statistics. When he had calmed sufficiently, he sighed and stood again. The girl was infuriating, but she was his responsibility, and so he had to take care of this. Huffing, he walked back to her tent, finding her on the floor in a much worse state than he had intended. "What is this?" He demanded.
Stefan paused not knowing what to tell her "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." He moved over to her tank and smiled weakly "you look better, brighter!" He admitted and sat back on his chair.The guards looked over "we punished her as you asked sir! She wouldn't react to your number...so we had to double it before she broke!" They said proudly and kicked her side "she won't touch you ever again..."
Charlotte smiled softly, swimming a slow flip for him, "I feel better. much better. The water is cleaner and colder. Much nicer." She said, smiling softly. When he stepped up to her tank, and she could finally see him, she sucked in a breath, sinking down below the water and placing her hands on the glass, her face laced with worry. He did not look good. She could see it, the pain in his features that she had not noticed before. Jay grimaced. His guards had done nothing wrong, so he could not punish them. However, it had not been his intention to break her. Not yet. He wanted at least a little fire in her... and now.... He sighed. "Thank you. That will be all." He dismissed, bending down by the bloody form.
Stefan put his hands against hers "I'm fine, I've got some more food for you..." He laid out the new cloth and smiled "fresh crab this time!" He said pleased that he got such a treat for her. Drina glared up at him showing she still wasn't going to talk. She slowly sat up holding herself up with the pole. She kept herself covered with the few scrap of clothing left. Staring him down she smirked "that's all you got..."
