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Post by noah on Dec 29, 2011 19:19:44 GMT -5
How the young lass came by the money isn't information best told. As deep within the tavern she wasn't so much drowning anything for it all still was cutting her deep, but sure some other emotions were being risen. Or images replacing the nightmares. Yet they still came at sleep. Harlow's head span of what happened and what could have been. Was rather like that empty shell, never to be filled and yet here she was. Trying to live. There had to something in that. She just couldn't so easily pin point. She had lived? Why? If there was an answer to this, she hardly expected it would come anytime soon. Soon her mind dulled, it span, but merely of nothingness. Laughing deeply as it seemed odd to be questioning this now, but Where was she? Despite the room coming at her in shadows and blurs. It always seemed when her mind was half gone, sanity wished to try and hold on. Though in truth she was barely drunk, she was barely anything. It was just something she more or less pretended. To feel anything else right now was more than she could ask for.
Just not the laden remarks from the men now and the trying to press upon her. In which though she struggled to keep them off. When things began to get a little out of hand. Was then her feet took the ground. Unstable steps out the door and into the early dawn. The breeze setting through her hair, her face and skin. Awaken her a little. Though sprang a tear. Another tear. Her hand catching at her tears. It was rather quiet. The sun was soon to be rising. There was that little notion as she motioned her head left and right. Shaking her head. There was simply no where to go. She had no coin, she had no home and she hardly knew where she was. Even if she managed a boat, there was no home to go back to. Besides the seas laid most of the nightmares. She wasn't so put together to just sail into the abyss.
For now she walked to the town well. It was still a bit dark, but she could see the flicking of light just faintly within the well, to show there was water there, somewhere. Sitting on the edge of it. As there just wasn't anywhere she could go. Feeling much like a ghost, but she still felt somewhat alive. It had only been a short couple of days. She couldn't be that close to insanity, if she was she half expected she would have already fallen in the well. Though where is her mind when she's even contemplating and not to mentioning picturing the idea. No. She shook her head. She needed to be stronger than this, if even for short moments. As the rest around her was still blurry. Mostly because she didn't know this world around her and she was simply consumed by the world in her head. Or distracted by. She still bore the white dress, which was probably not helping much, but it was all she had. It just came to a point she accepted it, but she knew she would have to change out of it eventually. Accept the changes. That letting it go, wouldn't make her forget. With such vivid thoughts and dreams, it was a good chance she would never forget. Still she just didn't want to risk that. Pulled out the dagger from her thigh she had hidden. Her hand shook with the small blade in hand as she brought it up. Trying to force a change and perhaps it would help. Was what she told herself. As ran the blade through her hair. She hadn't the strength to cut it all off or much of, but she figured a small cut would feel somewhat of a change. Feeling the tears spring slowly. As her hand flicked the dagger through strand by strand. Red locks falling in her lap and at her feet. Her eyes seeing nothing so much through the tears. Soon her hair laid just past her shoulders. As she motioned the dagger to her lap and her tears slowed, her hand trying to rub them dry a little. Her eyes motioned down, causing her to jump as she saw the red in her lap and at her feet. As if it was blood. Her eyes motioned to the blade as her hand motioned it up thinking she saw blood dripping from its point and dropped the dagger. Which fell to the ground. As her hand motioned back shaking as the tears flowed of the nightmare seeming to becoming to real. Sitting for passing as the sun rose within kingdom. As her head was still buried in her hands.
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Post by Vaughn Adeney on Jan 19, 2012 3:17:57 GMT -5
Vaughn was doing what he did best: nothing. The dullness of recent events was making him rather restless. He was bored. He needed a bit more excitement. Granted, he knew he wasn't going to find it here in this dump of a tavern. The only thing such a place was good for was watching men make bigger idiots of themselves than they already were. It was pathetic really. But when all else failed, raising a little hell was a good was to spend his time. Provoke their feeble minds into a fight, and then chuckle as everything unfolded. Perhaps that would be his master plan. Though hardly an original one.
Which, once again, added to the dullness of the plan. So all he did in the mean time was sit at a table in solitude, and drink his ale. As his eyes darted through the crowd, they managed to catch sight of something. Or someone. So vastly out of place in such a surrounding. A young woman. It was not such much the gender nor age that made her stand out. It was... perhaps the look on her face. Whatever it was, Vaughn was intrigued enough to keep his gaze on her until she vacated the area. Maybe he had found his source of entertainment tonight after all. He rose to his feet, deciding to follow her out. The tavern would be here in a few hours.
She may not be. As he exited, it did not take long to find her, though this time, she sat at the edge of the well. She looked, frazzled; to say the least. As if there was something that numbed her. He did not approach her right away but rather just watched her for a few moments. The contrast of her bright red hair in comparison to her white dress, under the light of the moon made her stand out in a way that Vaughn had never quite seen. It caused a smirk to form on his face, his eyes already leering over her figure. Even more so when she proceeded to pull a dagger out. Now what was the natural reaction to such a thing? Panic. Fear for the person's life? Run to them and claim that whatever wanted to make them end their own life was not worth it?
Vaughn did none of these things. He would not intervene for a woman to save her life by not taking it. The only thought that would enter his mind was that it was a damn shame to lose something so exquisite; such a waste. But, such thoughts didn't need to enter Vaughn's mind for soon enough, the purpose for the blade was revealed and it was to... chop off her hair? Now that was something certainly unexpected. It look as if she was having some sort of psychotic break down with the fury that she cut her hair and the tears that poured down her cheeks. Now, Vaughn decided the time had come to intervene. He stepped out form the concealed of the shadows, his arms folded across his chest. A smirk still firmly in place.
"You shouldn't sit so close to the edge," he commented, referring to her current seated position. He approached her more, until he was standing rather close to her. Enough to violate anyone's sense of personal space. He slightly leaned down to whisper in her ear. "A stranger may come along and push you." He cared not that she was already crying and that his words were meant to instill fear. She seemed like a fragile little thing, and Vaughn had ever intention of trying to make things worse for a woman in such a state.
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Post by noah on Jan 21, 2012 23:32:30 GMT -5
It felt so quiet. Too quiet that she could feel her thoughts rolling around in her head. Like rattling in a cage. The cutting of her hair was just the beginning she thought. It helped somewhat. To be numbing the pain. As her hands abled the losing of her face. As all she saw when she opened as well as closed was blood. All so much blood. She felt anger. She felt sad. She felt so lost. Where the hell was she? And why did she not care? What if she was dead? What if this was it? Feeling the faint breeze by her neck, felt something rise. She was sure she was alive. Maybe just barely. She heard the faint footsteps and stopped near where she was. Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks. Perhaps a burly man from the bar. Harlow be left wondering if he was out to take advantage or actually feel sorry for her. With what happened. She wasn't sure he would feel sorry for her let alone understand.
Her eyes still covered frowned at his words. Trying to place them as she then dropped her hands to glimpse who was speaking to her. Her eyes were blurred looking into not much. Saw how dark and unfamiliar he looked. He was different. Her eyes then dropped, from the corner of her eyes she saw how dark it still was around her and how her eyes then fell. Her mind a little unsteady. "Blood! The blood... Oh, so much blood... There was to much blood." Harlow rambled repeatedly with the shake of her head as her hand toyed with the lose hair between her fingers. Harlow felt a little closed in as he stepped closer her eyes slowly peaking to look upon him. He was almost like a shadow and she felt vulnerable.
He then leaned in to whisper in her ear, felt his cold breath upon her neck. Suppose to frighten her and it did a little. He was maybe whom she was suppose to run from, but she didn't want to run anymore. She was too far gone. Besides somehow in this closing abyss it felt exactly what she needed. She knew no one. They were all dead. She was lost. And as he whispered his words. She heard his voice. She heard Brutus' voice. She boiled up a little steamed by his words. For he would have pushed her. Though as she blinked she knew Brutus was dead, he just haunted her mind and she wasn't happy about it. Though she did feel this man a little in her head. Somehow through this fear, was he helping her? As she felt the world around them a little out to get her. "After what I did, maybe I'll save them the trouble then." Harlow soon found her feet balancing on the edge of the well. Felt herself tremble a little as her toes curled over the edge. Why was she here? She felt with the shake of her head. Why was she still so weak? There was barely anything than a shell, starting to crack. Felt some weirdness creep in, felt the tingle at her finger tips as the blade glimmered from below. She shook her head. No no... It was an accident. One time... That wasn't her. Then why did she feel as thought she had died, at least a part of her.
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