Lilith wandered down the hall and let Rose into her room, "I'll return in a few minutes. I need to check on one of the men before I turn in for the night, "she lied. "You can use the matress, you must be worn out."

She slipped out of the room and closed the door quietly. Her footsteps were soft against the wooden floor. Everyone was so tired. She herself was not so worn as the rest seemed to be. The least she could do was let the girl use the cot. A smile crept onto her face as she settled onto a long bench, her cloak under her head as a pillow. She stretched out, her feet not even reaching the end and closed her eyes to wait for sleep.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Marran heard her friend who was like a cousin, but she didn't look at her. "Sir, I am afraid of the king. As I said, I am in his care because he loved my Mother and I look like her. But I can asure you, i have to love for the man. When I saw his men in the woods I became scared for my life, If the king knew I had gone into the woods even for a walk, he would send be to my room and have me beaten. I have never told this to any one, but it is true." Marran looked at the man before her in the eyes. "I will help you defeat the king, if you will have me join you. I have thought of leaving my lofe at the castle behind, but never had the ciourage until now."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Rose nodded, stripping off belt, quiver, and boots. She placed them on the floor next to the cot, and layed down. Quickly she fell into a deep sleep full of dreams. Or more like nightmares. It was a bloody dream, but no one was fighting...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Haven eyed her critically, not buying a word of this, though he wasn't sure what else to do. He couldn't send her back... she'd let their location out in a heartbeat. But he couldn't very well let her stay here either. They could be spies... It seemed too much of a convenience that they'd showed up with the king's men in the midst of the melee.
"Child," he grumbled slightly, rubbing his forehead slightly as a headache split his weary brain, "Understand this now, and I'll use small words so you'll be sure to understand. I do not trust you. I do not need your help. You are not a soldier. You are NOT welcome here. And above all, although your 'story' would bring a tear to most eyes, I'm only finding that you are becoming rather a burden, and one that seems difficult to rid myself of as well. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you locked up under parole, until my councilmen and I can decide what is to be done with you. Same for you, too." He nodded at the second girl. His voice echoed in the narrow corridor.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marran turned her back to Haven and took off a shoulder so part of her back showed. "See these scars, whip marks, thank the king for them. If I lied, why would a woman of the noble house be scared in such away."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Haven stared her down. "Keep your clothes on, wench. My decision is final." He seemed rather annoyed at her persistence, his voice rising slightly.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

{OOC//Thanks. ^^ And lol to Haven's thought about the incompetant guards...he's so stressed. I feel sorry for him. >.<}

Rubin walked up to Marran and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to tug her away. "My friend, are you delirious? He doesn't trust you, of course not, he's an outlaw! Let's go back home..."

There were circles forming under her eyes, and she was a bit too tired to realize that they probably couldn't go home, not now.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

(( Haha, he needs an asprin or four! ))

Haven chuckled at this. "Hm, sees your friend's got the idea at least. Although, I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Far too risky." His mouth tightened into a thin line.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marran fixed her gown and pulled away from Rubin so much she lost her balance and fell, grateful she diddn't hurt her ankle more then she had already. "The castle isn't my Home Rubin. It hasn't fo year. And even when I am able to leave these outlaws, I will never return. I have nothing there, My brother is no dead because he thought your Uncle is right, and he only sees me as a replacement for my mother. I have seen the way he lookes at me with Lustful eyes. The castle is no home to Me."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Haven grumbled something under his breath and walked passed them to the other room. A few short words could be heard being exchanged between the guard who'd dozed off and the Shadin leader, mainly along the lines of "I don't have time for this", "Need sleep", and "It's your job to babysit, not mine."
He trodded back a moment later, the well-scolded guard in tow, and addressed the newcomers. "Trystan will see you to your room. Get some sleep. I'll... figure out what to do with you in the morrow."
Trystan shuffled his gaze anxiously, nodding in agreement, though he was young and inexperienced in such responsibilities, as the nights events thus far had more than proven.

(( Trystan - http://danielcarter.deviantart.com/art/ ... e-93097691 ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marran got up, which was hard with on good ankle at the moment. She looked Trystan. "Um, you'll have to help me, I can't be on my ankle at the moment." she said.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Marran got up, which was hard with on good ankle at the moment. She looked Trystan. "Um, you'll have to help me, I can't be on my ankle at the moment." she said.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( *does the "Haha-You-double-posted" dance* ))

Trystan grabbed her arm supportingly. "This way," he instructed, his words almost cut out by the sound of Haven's door slamming. He lead them down the hall to a small single room, dark but for the moonlight glowing through the small window high up on the wall. A small straw cot sat in the corner, and nothing else. One step up from a prison cell, if that.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Rubin flinched as Haven slammed his door, but she obediently followed the guard. She sighed heavily as she looked at her friend and her cousin. "I had no idea, Marran," she said quietly. "I've never thought of my uncle that way..."

She frowned as she surveyed the room. "I'm not sleeping on that," she said, referring to the cot.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

"You can sleep on the floor if you wish, princess," Trystan said with a chuckle, apparently amused. "It's a perfectly fine bed." Having lived the majority of his life as a traveler and a member of the Shadin, sleeping on the ground beneath the stars, he found it humorous that she would so bluntly refuse the 'luxury'.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marran shrugged an hoped to the cot and layed down.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)