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Allie, Princess Annalisa Delores Astor
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Apr 24, 2015 09:39PM

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Felipe used his shoulder and knocked open the door, coughing up dust once the fresh air hit the stale room.
"It's not much" he said with a small laugh "but i guess it will work"
There wasn't much to sit or rest on. Only a kitchen table, two chairs, an empty fire place and a small cot in the corner of the room
"It's not much" he said with a small laugh "but i guess it will work"
There wasn't much to sit or rest on. Only a kitchen table, two chairs, an empty fire place and a small cot in the corner of the room
Daphne hesitantly stepped into the building, making out the small space. "It's just one night, right?" she said in an almost agreement. She ran her fingers over the surface of the table, finding it to be coated with a thick layer of dust. Particles hung in the air and she found herself wanting to breathe through her sleeve to filter some of it out.
Daphne wondered how long this place had been abandoned, wondered who had lived here, but quickly pushed the useless questions out of her head.
Daphne wondered how long this place had been abandoned, wondered who had lived here, but quickly pushed the useless questions out of her head.
Felipe walked towards the bed and fell back, laughing at the feeling of sleeping on something that wasn't a stone floor. He rolled around like a dog with an itch, wrapping himself in the itchy wool, not caring who's it once ha been or where it had been.
Brushing the dust off the table with her hand, Daphne glanced over to Felipe, who seemed overjoyed to be on the dusty, worn out cot. She realized it must have been years since he had slept in a bed and she admitted to herself that she was happy that he would be able to enjoy such a simple luxury now.
((Night!))
((Night!))
((Goodnight :) ))
Felipe rolled off by accident, smacking hard against the ground and bursting into laughter
"I need a place like this, small but cozy, it has to be clean though, I don't think I ever want to see dirt again" he said, recalling how filthy his cell had been, shivering at the thought.
Felipe rolled off by accident, smacking hard against the ground and bursting into laughter
"I need a place like this, small but cozy, it has to be clean though, I don't think I ever want to see dirt again" he said, recalling how filthy his cell had been, shivering at the thought.
Daphne wiped the dust off her hands. "You could always fix this place up. I doubt anyone would give you trouble here," she suggested, carefully testing one of the chairs to make sure the old thing would be able to hold her weight. It creaked softly but didn't buckle and Daphne let herself relax a little. It felt like they had been wandering the streets for hours and it felt nice to sit down.
Felipe closed his eyes, reaching up and playing but with the ring that was hung around his neck "no, not here, in the country maybe, Rat always looked the forest or the country, anywhere big and free, no fences, no walls, no boundaries" he mumbled in a dark tone.
Felipe reached over to the pile of clothes he had taken, throwing off the shirt he wore to revealing his muscular upper body and slipping on the fresh shirt. It was a bit big on him, and even through all his muscles you could still see his ribs and signs of malnutrition.
Felipe reached over to the pile of clothes he had taken, throwing off the shirt he wore to revealing his muscular upper body and slipping on the fresh shirt. It was a bit big on him, and even through all his muscles you could still see his ribs and signs of malnutrition.
Daphne nodded slowly, figuring he wouldn't want something quite so confining as this after spending years in a cell. Her gaze followed his movements absentmindedly and it took her a moment to realize what exactly he was doing, it only really hitting her when he shucked his shirt off.
As the assistant of a doctor, Daphne wasn't particularly uncomfortable with seeing people lacking clothing. Felipe was in worse shape than most. While she could now see the evidence of his strength, she could also see how poorly he had been treated, even with the help she had managed to give over the years.
Daphne averted her gaze, drawing patters in the dust that remained, figuring he would want some semblance of privacy.
As the assistant of a doctor, Daphne wasn't particularly uncomfortable with seeing people lacking clothing. Felipe was in worse shape than most. While she could now see the evidence of his strength, she could also see how poorly he had been treated, even with the help she had managed to give over the years.
Daphne averted her gaze, drawing patters in the dust that remained, figuring he would want some semblance of privacy.