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Post by thehero on May 13, 2012 1:51:28 GMT -5
Having this closed to Lili for now. May open it, may make a new thread for furture events. We shall see.
Things didn't always go according to plan, and that was normal. There was a range of plan changes that was tolerable. Comrades running a little late? Okay. Raining on the day you wanted the sun? Unpleasant but bearable....Having the man you respect and love like family, had some issues but things seemed like they were getting better...have that man genuinely try to kill you...attempt to fuck up...all your plans, and for what? Alfred still had no honest idea why Arthur was there, and it ate at him. That look in his eyes....
Rolling through a large pothole snapped the Ruthian youth back to attention and the ugly road ahead of him. The jolt also reminded him of his cargo and he called in to her to check if she was alright. She didn't answer him right away and he panicked, "M-Miss, are you alright!? He got an answer from her time, a distressed little conformation. Letting out a relieved sigh, he drove on. They were close.
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Post by Lili Walser on May 13, 2012 22:12:08 GMT -5
The entire carriage ride, Lili had been trying to forget where she was... who she was with... what had happened. She was trying to wish it all away, as though it would actually change something. In reality, she spent it staring at her hands, at her lap, at the floor of the carriage... anything to not look at the other passenger... the one that was preventing her from just opening the door and jumping out... the one who was hurt.
And she spent it quietly. She didn't plan to speak to her captors... Why should she? So the first time that the youngest one had called to her, she was silent... she just scowled and clasped her hands tighter. The second time, the note of panic startled her enough that she spoke without thinking. "J-ja!" Upon realizing that she had, she lapsed into more determined silence.
And she worried. What had happened to Francis? What had happened to his lovely home, to all the other guests? Most importantly, what would Gilbert think? She'd gone without his permission... and... and this had happened. He was going to be so upset and disappointed and... and angry... with her... That notion had tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, but she blinked rapidly. She couldn't show weakness. She had to plan! She had to escape... then she could get back home. And she'd never disobey Gilbert again.
But as the carriage clattered to a stop, and the door was opened by the younger male, she hadn't come up with a plan yet. She had to think! She had to... perhaps she could run? Perhaps... The impatient cough from the man inside the carriage with her startled her out of her thoughts. She shifted, then stepped out of the carriage, resting her hand lightly on the hand he'd offered to assist her. She hoped her distaste and disdain and disliking for this whole situation came through from that brief moment of contact... because she was thinking it vehemently at him.
Now... where was she? It looked like no part of the city she'd ever seen before... But she couldn't even look around. She gasped as her arm was grabbed and she was pulled none-too-gently into the building. The last thing she saw was the boy leaning into the carriage to... to perhaps check on his wounded comrade?
A moment of quickly walking through the building - it wasn't a house, she could tell that much - and she found herself being pushed into a small, windowless, room. A closet? Before she could think to protest, her hands were soon tied behind her, and she was made to sit, at which point her ankles were tied. It wasn't as though she could go very far in stockinged feet... she wondered why he bothered... but it was done and she was left alone.
What was going to happen to her...?
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Post by thehero on Jul 19, 2012 14:33:33 GMT -5
Alfred had to admit, he kinda liked this girl. She was scared, and he didn't blame her, but even as he saw the wetness of tears in her eyes, she took a firm hold of his extended hand and determinedly kept the the tears from spilling. And the look she gave him. Hooo! Miss Lili may look meek but the young man knew that just about any other noble girl would have been a bawling mess of hysterics in this same situation. Since you know, the rest had.
Letting Jackson take the girl, he frowned at the way he manhandled her but knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was a lady after all. And important. Turning his attention to the man still in the cab, he climbed in to check the arrow wound. Alfred couldn't help but hiss at the ugly gash. Leave it to Arthur to have such a way with a bow. He frowned deeply and shruged off his costume. Looking at the gruff man in the car he gave him a weak grin. "This is gonna hurt, Andrew." Taking a firm grip on the weapon lodged into his colleage's arm, and readying his coat, Alfred took a deep breath and yanked the arrow out. He grit his teeth at the other's cry of pain and quickly pressed the jacket to the wound, soaking up the newly flowing blood.
Convincing Andrew to take the garment and hold it, as gently as possible Alfred helped him out of the carriage. Hearing Jackson arrive back, they traded off. Alfred was going to watch the girl, while Jackson took Andrew to get some better medical attention. Taking the gun, Andrew offered Alfred snorted lightly, and tucked it in his belt. Miss Lili was different kind of noble sure, but he didn't see the girl as a threat. Saying his goodbyes to the other two, the blonde, turned to the shack he'd be hauled up in with the maiden and made his way inside.
It was tiny, but nothing he wasn't used to. Windowless, but relitively clean, Alfred just stood in the main area, allowing himself a small mental break. The stress of the turn of events was weighing him down hard....Stupid...Arthur... The lack of answers made it harder, and he honestly questioned himself, doubt edging it's way into his mind. Why....Why had he been there....Why did he-.... Alfred sighed heavily, leaning back on the lone table within the room. He couldn't give up now, he just couldn't. If....if he was wrong...but no. He wasn't wrong. He just wasn't.
Straightening up, and moving toward the only other door in the building, the one that didn't lead out, Alfred gave a gentle knock in warning before entering the room. Mentally frowning that Jackson had tied up the poor thing, big uncomfortable frilly dress and all, he masked that thought easily with a friendly smile to the other blonde. "Well, Miss Lili. It seems we're going to be together for quite some time." Stepping further into the room, and letting more light in as he stepped out of the doorway, he casually slipped the gun back out of his belt, and patted it lightly against his palm. "Now, I don't want to hurt you, it's really not my thing, like at all. So lets do our best to get along alright? You are my captive, but I will treat you well so long as you behave." He knelt gently before her, smiling up at her, the look as boyish and friendly as ever. "Can you do that for me?"
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Post by Lili Walser on Aug 1, 2012 22:02:42 GMT -5
Immediately after the door shut, Lili began to wriggle her hands in their bonds. She had to free herself to be on an even standing with these men. She had to. She couldn't protect herself if she couldn't move! Uncle Toni's words came to her clearly. "Think of it like all your embroidery thread getting tangled. You have to be firm to get it apart, but careful too so you don't make the knot worse." He'd also told her to go as quickly as she could while she was alone... so she did. Apparently, no one had tried to escape them before, once tied... the knot was a little sloppy - nothing like what Uncle Toni had showed her.
It didn't take her long to have her arms free. She kept the rope behind her, so that - if need be - she could wrap it around her wrists again and pretend she was still tied up. Now, to get her feet free. Just as she was reaching forward, however, a knock sounded on the door. She barely had time to get her hands back behind her before the door opened, admitting... admitting the youngest, the one who had helped her out of the carriage.
Her eyes narrowed. She wouldn't acknowledge him and his... his friendly smile. She wouldn't. Her mouth was set in a faint pout, one that only got more pronounced when he called her by name, and then mentioned spending quite some time with him. Nein, she was not interested in that. And... and besides. Cousin would find her. Then he pulled out the gun. Her eyes darted to it, widening ever so slightly as he patted it against his hand. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't run... she hadn't gotten her feet untied in time... she --
He didn't want to hurt her?
Every fiber of her being told her not to meet his eyes, not to look at him, not to acknowledge anything he said. But then he knelt in front of her, and smiled at her, and almost as though she didn't have much say in this, she nodded. "... ja." Her voice was soft, unwilling. She'd 'behave,' because she was a lady and did nothing else. That didn't mean she was going to be any little bit happy about it.
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