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#Post#: 395559--------------------------------------------------
Forgotten.
By: Scout Date: November 6, 2015, 8:36 pm
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[center]It seems they would never forget her.
Running, hiding. It was hardly the glamorous life she wanted—the
freedom she wanted. That was the reason she ran away, after all.
Being forced into a marriage wasn’t part of her plan, not when
her heart was held by another man. A man who was murdered right
in front of her. Of course, they didn’t know she was watching.
She was already missing by then, what other choice did the
guards have when they were ordered to do such a thing? Caelin
was feared; a great, skilling warrior. No one dare cross him,
even if they knew what he ordered was unjust. But he was more
than that. He was corrupt, dark, obsessed.
Gen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady her racing
heart. They were searching for her now. She knew it was a bad
decision to go out at night. The streetlamps did a horrible job
lighting up the way; there were a lot of shadows for her to hide
in, but plenty for them as well. With her back pressed against
the rugged brick of a tall building, Gen listened closely for
their footsteps.
‘Clomp, clomp. Clomp, clomp.’ The ugly patter of boots hitting
concrete.
They weren’t nearly as graceful as she – they weren’t taught the
native dance like the women, to entertain, rather they were
taught the strong poses of fight, to kill and protect royalty.
Maybe that’s what they thought they were doing, brainwashed by
Caelin to think they were protecting the princess.
As the footsteps grew louder Mari took in a breath and held it.
They wouldn’t find her. She wouldn’t let them. Thankfully, the
men ran past her, taking a left at the corner just beyond her
hiding spot. Gen quickly snuck away, running in the complete
opposite direction they came from, steps light from all those
years of dancing.
She continued to run—breath shallow, lungs burning—in any
direction; a turn here, a turn there. She didn’t know where she
was going, in fact she didn’t even know where she was at the
moment. She just knew she had to get away from the men Caelin
sent after her, the men following close behind her.
Ironically enough, she tripped over the curb just as she thought
that.
A yelp left her lips, the blonde woman falling down to her
knees, scraping the fragile, royal flesh. They knew they had
her, and when she tried to push herself up she fell right back
down. Several unmentionable words flew out of her lips, years of
her learnings flying out the door. Looking back she saw the two
of them closing in on her, the other four lost somewhere in the
city.
They immediately seized her arms to prevent her from flailing
them, but that didn’t stop the rest of her from doing all it can
to get away, save for the one injured leg. She just needed a
little wiggle room. That would be enough to get away.
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#Post#: 395561--------------------------------------------------
Re: Forgotten.
By: Christofer Hayward Date: November 6, 2015, 8:55 pm
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Castor yawned. He'd been on the road all day and it had really
taken it's toll on him. Rifling through his bag, he searched for
his last bit of today's food - the last of a packet of cookies -
and soon munched them down. He rubbed his hand over his chin
roughly and frowned, he needed a shave too but he didn't have
the cash spare for a razor right now and last time he'd
attempted with his knife, well... his fingers ran over the scar
his last attempt had left him with and he smirked. Maybe another
time. He raised his eyebrows as he looked back down into his
bag, a huff of breath indicating his annoyance. He really needed
to stop wasting money on expensive food and get the cheaper
stuff, lord knows he needed the extra cash. For things like
razors.
He rolled his shoulders and leant back against the wall, staring
out of the window ahead of him. It wasn't often he slummed in an
empty building, but the nearest hotel was a bit out of his price
range and this place was decent enough. It had once been a
furniture store, so it was nice and convenient as plenty of old
furniture had been left behind for him to stay on and the front
window was large enough that it gave him a decent view of the
street yet it was dark enough that no one would see in through
the glass. He stretched his legs out across the bed he was
sitting on and folded his arms behind his head, closing his eyes
ready to sleep.
Just as he was drifting off, he heard a noise and his eyes
quickly snapped open. There was someone outside laying on the
ground... he frowned and leaned forwards to try and see better,
only to watch as two men grabbed the fallen woman and lift her.
Had they been chasing her? Scrambling off the bed, he looked
around quickly for something to use and spotted a table that had
been left behind. Flipping it over, he kicked one of the legs
and grabbed it before running to the door.
Castor never consciously started a fight unless he had to, but
this certainly seemed like a reason to start a fight. He just
hoped he wasn't jumping in on the wrong side...
"Oi!" he yelled, quickly slamming the table leg into the back of
one of the men. True, he probably wasn't going to be much use
against two men, but at least it would give the girl a chance to
break free and get away. He just hoped she wasn't some sort of
criminal... it was too dark to see anything, he wouldn't have
recognised her if she'd been on the news or some sort of wanted
poster so it was impossible to say.
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Scout Date: November 7, 2015, 8:26 pm
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[center]The few seconds she was struggling against the men felt
like an eternity. Her heart was pounding in her chest, breaths
nothing more than shallow gasps as she tried everything to break
free. It wasn’t until the man came did she even have a chance.
His voice broke into her moment of struggle, shattering the
concentration of the men and allowing Gen the time she needed.
While they were distracted, one coincidentally being struck in
the back with whatever the stranger had in his hands, Gen arched
her back and flung her head right into the face of the man who
had a hold of her. She could hear his nose crack immediately on
impact and she was dropped to the ground so he could cradle his
smashed nose. It would definitely slow him, but she needed to
act fast if she wanted to get away, which was difficult to do.
Her head was spinning.
Gen pushed herself to her hands and knees, putting all her
weight on her good ankle as she struggled to get to her feet
with the world spinning around her. By then the man realized
what he’d done and was scrambling to grab a hold of her again.
She rolled out of the way, once again using her good foot to
kick out one of his ankles.
That was enough. The man dropped to his knees, blood pouring
down his face; while he wasn’t out for good, he was greatly
discouraged to try and go for her again. The other goon was
wrestling with the stranger, trying to grab the weapon he had.
During that second of freedom Gen debating just leaving. It
wasn’t her intention to get caught, but she felt compelled to
stick around – mostly because of her ankle, but partly because
the stranger had helped her.
Gen got to her feet as quickly as she could, favoring her right
foot. She sent a fist flying at her attacker’s face, hoping that
would get her message across before moving to help the stranger
if he needed it. [/center]
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Christofer Hayward Date: November 11, 2015, 8:10 am
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For a moment, the man who Castor had taken aim upon simply stood
still, clearly dazed. Readjusting his grip on the table leg,
Castor stepped from side to side ready to take on the brute. As
his opponent turned, he swung the wood again only this time the
man ducked and dodged the blow, instead tackling Castor by the
waist and taking him to the ground. With a grunt, he felt his
back hit the concrete and he was winded for a second, the wood
falling from his hands with a loud clatter that echoed down the
street. Castor saw him go for the wood and quickly kicked it out
of reach, grabbing him into a brawl instead.
The two men wrestled, each trying to pin the other and both
swinging their fists. While the man was rather burly and seemed
strong, Castor was stronger and despite his size managed to roll
to the top and pin the guy down. With a heavy grunt, he put all
of his force into one swift punch across the guys face sending
him into unconsciousness.
He paused for breath, breathing heavily before wiping the back
of his hand across his lip, which was now bleeding, then
clambered to his feet. He peered down at the man with furrowed
brows, moving his jaw side to side to make sure it wasn't
broken. He'd gotten a few good punches in there, but Castor
could take a good beating before giving up. It was then that he
remembered the woman, the whole reason he was in this fight in
the first place. With bleeding lip and an eye that was now
starting to bruise and swell, he turned to look for her,
spotting her by the other guy.
"Hey, you good?" he frowned a little, then looked down at the
second guy on the floor. "Ah. Guess that's a yes, huh." He
smirked and stepped over the 'sleeping' body on the floor to
step closer to her and make sure she wasn't hurt too bad. "You
alright?" He tried to look her over to see if he could spot any
obvious injuries. So far all he could spot was that she wasn't
stepping so well on her left foot, so he came to the conclusion
she'd hurt it. He offered out his arm in a gesture of helping
her to walk, unsure at all if she'd even take it or attempt to
take off again. He really hoped she wouldn't take off, she
didn't look like she'd get far with an ankle like that.
#Post#: 396976--------------------------------------------------
Re: Forgotten.
By: Scout Date: November 13, 2015, 9:07 am
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[center]Genevieve looked to him just in time to see him throw a
strong punch to his attacker’s face, immediately sending him
into unconsciousness. Her eyes looked over the standing man,
taking in the blood dribbling profusely from his lip and
swelling, bruised eye even before she noticed his angular face
and strong body. He was hurt and it was all her fault. She felt
bad despite not knowing who he was.
Blonde brows furrowed, lips turning down into a slight frown
when his voice broke the silence between them. Gen didn’t find
her voice quick enough to answer before he spoke up again, but
that was good. It gave her a few extra moments to contemplate
what she should do. He was a complete stranger. She didn’t know
if he could be trusted or was a pawn in some extravagant plan to
bring her back; so when he took the step towards her she
instinctively took one backwards, hissing in pain as she
stupidly put all her weight on her injured ankle.
The pain broke her. Gen sloppily grabbed onto his proffered arm,
shoulder knocking haphazardly against his. Even if he was just a
pawn to bring her back, she could just run away later after
using his help. “It’s my ankle.” Was all she could muster up
with her accent-gilded voice. Even despite her attempts to cover
it up in order to blend in with the current society, it was
still thick – hints of a time long since forgotten by the world.
Compared to the man, Gen was short, but compared to the average
woman she would be considered tall. Her legs were exceptionally
long and strong from her years of learning her native dances;
her core was just as tight, perhaps even more so from lack of
food – goodness, she was hungry, but she wouldn’t let her
stomach cause her any more errors. Her long blonde hair hung
limp around her face; Gen greatly wished for something to tie it
back with but never spent much time dwelling on such a trivial
thing. They were still out in the open with more goons out
searching for her. Panic gripped her stomach. “We need to get
out of here. There’s more.” Gen cold only hope that was valid
enough explanation to convince him to start moving – she
wouldn’t get very far on her own.
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Christofer Hayward Date: November 13, 2015, 9:56 am
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Castor nodded his head a little in understanding as she stepped
back and was about to tell her about how it was probably a wise
move not to trust a stranger after what had just happened, but
the moment he saw her reaction to stepping on her ankle he
readied himself to catch her should she stumble. As her weight
joined his, he held onto her carefully but firmly so that she
could rest against him. "Woah, steady there." He frowned as he
heard her voice, a little puzzled by the accent. It was
certainly different, but who was he to judge with his slight
Texas drawl. He'd travelled enough to pick up a more muted
accent but his Dallas twang was always there.
Hearing that she wanted to leave quickly, Castor nodded in
agreement and looked around. "Lemme grab my stuff out of there
first. I have some things we might need." He gestured to the
shop front he had been staying in and started over to the door -
helping her walk should she need it. He wasn't sure if she would
follow him deep inside, but he certainly wouldn't blame her for
not wanting to go into a dark empty building with him so he
decided to let her keep a look out. "Don't stand too close to
the window and let me know if anyone comes. My bag's at the far
end, I'll be right back alright?"
He had no idea why he was helping this woman. Hell, he had no
idea who she was or even which side she was on. For all he knew,
she could be some sort of terrorist. But all he saw was a girl
in need and that was all that mattered at the moment. He ran
through the shop over old pieces of furniture straight to the
back. He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, but
as he straightened up something caught his eye out of the rear
window. There were another two men walking down the back street
that were clearly looking for something - or someone. "Crap..."
he grunted, clenching his teeth. Rushing back to the woman, he
shook his head and offered his arm once more.
"We really do gotta go, there's another two round back." He
thought for a moment, they couldn't get far enough to lose them
with her ankle in this state, they'd have to find somewhere they
could stay, at least until morning. He didn't really know the
town too well, he'd only just arrived a few days ago. "Do you
know anywhere we can hide?" He looked down at her with bright
green eyes and hoped she'd say yes.
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Scout Date: November 16, 2015, 11:04 am
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[center]Something about his voice was…homey; calming, reassuring
even. Genevieve had never heard that kind of accent before, it
was extremely different to hers and those chasing after them as
they were also natives to the land Genevieve also came from. It
led her to believe that maybe he wasn’t playing a part in her
capture, rather he was just a generous stranger; however, with
her time in this world she had come to know that generous
strangers were rare and, most times, deceiving. Even if he
wasn’t under Caelin’s orders, he could still be lying to her.
Nodding her head, Gen followed with him anyways, trying to use
his assistance as less as possible so as to not appear like a
weak target. And she wasn’t weak. She was strong despite her
status back home. Women weren’t ones to fight, coupled with a
high status Gen was lucky she got to feed herself; but she
managed to sneak away at night when her guards were sleeping to
meet Alwyn, where he would teach her how to fight. By no means
was Genevieve skilled, but she knew how to hold her own – if
taking down her attacker wasn’t enough to prove that.
She held her place by the window, staying in the shadows to
remain unseen to those passing and keeping a close eye out for
the men she knew would eventually make their way around. The
stranger’s voice told her just that; they were close to her. Gen
bit her lip, should she tell him? Or should she not? Deciding
that there wasn’t much time to stand around, she did what was
best to get him moving. “I have a… friend around here.” ‘Here’
being a relative term to that continent, but it was close
enough, right? Of course, the friend wasn’t actually a friend at
all, couldn’t even be considered an acquaintance, but he was
supposed to help her finally get away from Caelin. “He gave me
this address, do you know where it is?” Gen handed the stranger
a folded paper she retrieved from her pocket; 4867 Weston Road.
[/center]
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Christofer Hayward Date: November 19, 2015, 10:18 am
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Castor held onto her carefully while she talked, taking this
moment to take a better look at her. She was pretty, slender and
toned - he couldn't help but admire that. And she certainly knew
how to handle herself, she may have been overpowered by the two
men but one on one she took that guy out and that was impressive
for a woman against a brute of a man. There was something odd
about her though, like she was foreign despite seeming not to
be. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Taking the piece of paper, he frowned to himself and tried to
think if he had heard it before. "Hmm... It sounds familiar but
I'm not sure. I've travelled a lot, it's likely I've passed it
at some point." He clenched his jaw while he thought to himself,
nodding a little. "I've come from the South travelling North, we
can at least make a start that way?" He looked down at her with
his head tilted, waiting for confirmation. Before they could
come to a decision however, he heard a noise further down the
street. Someone had knocked something over and it's echo bounced
louder and louder towards them. "Crap..." he uttered, stepping
back from the window and pulling her with him as carefully yet
quickly as he could.
He looked behind them at the empty store and then back out the
window, making the decision that the front was now out of the
question as a shadow started making it's way along the wall
across the street. It wouldn't be long before the two
unconscious men were spotted and nearby buildings would be
searched. Time to go.
"Can you walk okay or do you want me to carry-" he was
interrupted by a shout outside as the men were spotted and
without waiting for an answer, he scooped his arms beneath her
and lifted her up, muttering a quick apology. They didn't have
time to wait around, they had to get out and quick. He darted to
the back of the store and carried on through to the back where
there was a fire door. He'd already tested whether this building
had power earlier so he pushed his hip against the bar to open
it and slipped out. He gave the street a quick look up and down
then ran across the road to the next block, slipping down an
alley. He needed to put as much distance between them and the
men as possible, then worry about where they would go next.
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Scout Date: March 2, 2016, 7:42 am
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[center]Brows furrowed, but she nodded her head in acceptance
when he denied knowing where the address was. Fair enough, he
might not even be in the same city they were in. Gen made a
mental note; she'd had to look up the address when they were
safe.
A sharp intake of breath was the only sign of surprise she would
allow herself to show when he swooped her up into his arms. When
it came to where exactly they were going, Gen was just as
clueless as the stranger, but they needed something quick. She
hadn't been in the city long enough to know every nook and
cranny - or a grandiose hiding spot - but she knew enough to
know the schedule of the buses and a few of the stops because
she'd taken them once or twice. She'd decided either the bus had
just left, or was about to come. They needed to make it to the
bus stop and see.
"Take the next right." It would lead them out of the alleys and
onto a main road where, sure enough, a metal sign held up the
bus route symbol; but lucky enough, the bus was waiting right
there, the driver working through late night-early morning runs
in the city. Genevieve nodded her head at the waiting bus,
indicating for him to go to it. "Go, quickly." She urged in a
hushed voiced, body stirring with anticipation of a safe place -
Caelin's men wouldn't pursue them if a group of humans were
involved, which is why they normally search for her at night
Gen wiggled herself free to make it up the steps, rummaging
through her pocket for enough money to cover both their fares
before limping to the very back of the bus. It hadn't occurred
to her just how suspicious they might look, her limping with a
few bruises here and there, and him with a split lip and a black
eye.
Thinking quick, Gen pulled him in by the neck as if they were
going to kiss, thumb pressed gently to his injured lip to keep
the distance between them while her other hand hovered over his
injured eye. "Just go with it, everyone's looking," She
whispered before closing her eyes, willing the little magic she
had to flow through her hands and mend his injuries with a soft
glow of golden light. She'd been away from the homelands for so
long, her magic was growing weak, but at least it could do the
job she willed it. After a few moments she pulled away and
looked around with bright eyes, no one was looking at them.
Good. With a slow nod of her head she sunk down into the chair,
not offering any explanation for what she just did. [/center]
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Re: Forgotten.
By: Christofer Hayward Date: March 3, 2016, 3:57 pm
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Castor followed her directions without question. He figured she
must have known the city better than he did, seeing as he'd only
arrived that morning and he didn't have the faintest clue where
anything (other than the building he'd camped in and the nearest
shop for supplies. Taking the next right as she'd suggested, he
carried her through to the main road and spotted where she was
aiming them to go. They were lucky the bus driver must have been
running early on his schedule and was waiting, he didn't think
he could chase after a bus while carrying her. She was light,
but he wasn't the fastest runner even without a full grown woman
in his arms. Hurrying towards the bus, he gently put her down at
the door and held his arms out behind her in case she fell. Glad
to see that she had enough money for the both of them, Castor
made a quick note to remember he needed to pay her back. He
hated owing anyone anything, it gave them reason to call on him
later and that was never something he'd found had been...
beneficial. Even if it was only money for a bus ticket.
Following her to the back, he sat down beside her and glanced
around the bus. He could see eyes peering around and in-between
seats to look at them and couldn't help but frown. Nosy damn
son-of-a-... Before he could finish the thought, he found
himself being pulled towards the woman and was suddenly inches
away from her. No, closer even. He raised a brow but before he
could part his lips to make a joke about how she only had to ask
if she wanted a kiss, her thumb was pressed on his lip and he
felt a strange sensation on the side of his face. He stared at
her while she did what she did, his curiosity rising all the
more with every passing minute. Who the hell was this woman? And
what on earth was she doing? He became very aware that one or
two people were still watching and how odd it would look to see
him sitting there like an idiot while this woman appeared to be
all over him, so he placed his own hand on her cheek in return.
She had told him to go along with it, right?
When she pulled away, he raised his hand to his lip and frowned.
There was no cut any more? His fingers tentatively pressed
around his eye and was surprised to find it no longer hurt
either. "What the-?" He muttered to himself, glancing around
quickly before leaning close to her again so he could lower his
voice. "What did you do?" He couldn't hide the tone of surprise
in his voice but he tried to at least not sound like he was
freaked out. Truth be told, he'd heard about people that had
some sort of... power, but he'd never met one himself so he'd
always been doubtful they even existed. It was like always
knowing fairies didn't exist and then stumbling across one in
the woods one day. He settled back in his seat, hoping he could
get some sort of explanation.
While he was at it, he figured he may as well ask and try to get
any other information out of her while he was here. Who knew how
long they'd be on the bus for? "I don't want to sound like I'm
being nosy, but I've just kicked the crap out of a guy for you
and I don't even know you. So I think we need to discuss who you
are and why you need to get where you're going. Who were those
guys? And why are they trying to track you down? You some kind
of criminal? Christ, I'm not gonna get arrested am I?" He
grimaced, it had only just occurred to him that maybe this girl
wasn't even on the good team. He stopped and shook his head,
realizing he was being rude and hadn't even let her answer
anything. "Sorry, let me start over... I'm Castor. Can I know
why I've just beaten a guy up for you?" He laughed a little and
rested his head back against the seat, hoping she at least
wouldn't be offended that he hadn't stopped asking questions
since they sat down.
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