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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Feb 8, 2010 0:38:24 GMT -5
Well to say lightly this stunk…. Falcan, was just happening to be passing while someone got robbed, shortly after the guard was all over him they even said he looked like a bandit….a little rude, regardless he was now locked up for something he didn’t do. Also wondering if he looked like a bandit or not, hating to admit it……he came to the realization. He did. Regardless he wasn’t, so did it really matter? He groaned some sitting in the small wooden chair in his cell broadly, tired, and a migraine throbbing in his skull. The man with two different colored eyes, and blond hair leaned and closed his eyes hoping to sleep or something to pass the time away. He didn’t belong here, so why act like a fool and prolong his stay? The Halfling groaned and scratched his neck, being tall, brawn, and dressed in cloches, was a bad thing, he would have to write that down where he wouldn’t forget it. Now at least they let him weir his own clothes, only not his capes and weapons naturally. But this was only for now, hoping someone would clear his name…hopefully soon.
After a hour or so he stood and leaned on the wall some. Then leaned on the door some trying to peer out but not really doing anything wrong. He groaned then walked over and peered out the cell window. Nothing going on what so ever. He didn’t want to eat prison food, nor sleep in the dirty provided cot. He grunted and ruffled his hair some annoyed.
[I’m sorry it’s a short post, but a post to help me get back in the mood of RP]
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 22, 2010 2:56:25 GMT -5
“Let go of me you godsforsaken son of a wh*re! Get the f*ck off me!”
From along the stone hall came the sound of someone being roughly handled along, complaining loudly and filthily all the time. An angry, red-headed Breton came struggling into sight, practically being carried at arms’ length by the unfortunate guard whose shins she was currently trying to kick. For a skinny little thing she was putting up a hell of a fight.
He came to Falcan’s cell, warning him with a grumpy ‘Stay back, prisoner’. While distracted with unlocking the metal door, the fiery convict took the chance to twist round and spit in his face. Disgusted, the guard threw her unceremoniously into the cell, before snarling “You know what, I might just arrange for your stay to be doubled for that. I know for a fact the Captain hates thieves in particular.” He marched off, wiping his face with his sleeve.
His threat didn’t seem to deter the thief, who yelled after him “Hey, I’d rather be a dirty thief than a donkey f*cking guard who runs when a girl spits at him. Why’d you join the watch if you can’t take a fight? Fetcher.”
Once the guard was out of ear shot, the Breton quickly shifted to being comparatively congenial. “Hey,” she said to Falcan, inspecting the piece of stale bread on the table with the air of a connoisseur, “I’m Lettie. What’re you in for?”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 22, 2010 21:21:35 GMT -5
Falcan was patiently waiting to be released from this cell, they would surely find something to prove him innocent, but another part of him self as if the guards weren’t going to do anything about it. He heard shouting down the hallway and it was clearly the ranting of an deeply annoyed being. Cursing, and shouting at the guard that drug a woman to the door of Falcan’s prison. He blinked at the guard, guessing he most likely should keep his mouth closed. Lovely he would be getting a new room mate, he hoped the woman wasn’t as insane as some would say she was acting right now. Even going so far as to spit in the guards face, rather demeaning, and the guard pushed her in and locked it back. Falcan frowned slightly, both red and blue eyes looking to the floor for a moment.
Thief, well they seemed pretty sure she did it, and she seemed pretty upset she’d been caught. So that’s why both of them were in here? Because they were thrives? There was alight chance she was accused of something as well but he didn’t really care to ask.
He leaned on the cold stone wall behind him, he watcher her arms folded but stood in a relaxed manor, but was still a little self conscious of the scar on the side of his face(left) the same as his empty blue eye, the scar looked much like a horrible burn mark , faded some but still hiding it the least bit, as it stretched over his whole cheek and what seemed down his neck and over part of his ear, to some it may also appear that his face was cut there as well where parts of the scar ran deeper but even fading little by little he instinctively kept his face slightly tilted not to look straight at her.
Both of them, a piece of work, to say the least. She then asked what he was in here for.. Then it hit him, what if she was a thief and what if she was the one who got him in trouble, he shifted slightly, well regardless nothing they could do about it now. But she asked so he replied anyway. “Accused of stealing.” he stated plainly, voice gruff yet somehow soft and genital at the same time. “Falcan Nightrode.” he told her after gaining her name. Lettie.
He was starting to wonder what might had happened if he fought the guards like that? But then quickly removed the thought from his mind. Of course the man who once had a great calling becoming a member of the Blades for the Emperor, and threw it all away, knew and breathed nothing but that old honor etched into his bones. He wouldn’t seal, but they weren’t about to believe that, he just lightly hoped he would get out of here, as well as this girl maybe, before the beatings started. You see……they really did have thieves.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 23, 2010 3:32:38 GMT -5
“Falcan?” she said, picking at the piece of bread in her hands, “Like the bird?” She seemed amused, as if she was making fun of it. She wasn’t actually making a personal dig, but sometimes Lettie’s habit of not thinking before she opened her mouth meant what she said gave a different impression to what she actually meant.
She gave up on trying finding a mouthful of bread that wasn’t rotten or hard as rock, and threw it against the wall. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and had just been nicked stealing some cheese from the market place. She knew she should have taken a loaf of bread, that wouldn’t crumble and give her away. It had probably been her hunger that had taken the edge off her usually sharp talent for stealing. So she continued on her quest to find some morsel of just-edible food in this dump.
Looking amongst the bones on the floor for something that a) wasn’t once a person and b) still had some meat on it, she said slightly mockingly “Accused of stealing? So you didn’t do it?”
As a seasoned repeated offender, despite her tender age, the same thought of when the beatings may start crossed her mind as well. “Huh, maybe you’ll get out before the fetchers get bored enough to come down here,” she sighed before adding good naturedly, “Lucky b@stard.”
Realising that it might seem a bit odd for her to care now after kicking up such a fuss just a minute ago, she said “Still, it’s best to let them know what you’re about. They’ll think twice about trying to shake me up now. ‘Course, if they do then they’ll do it twice as hard, but I reckon it’s worth it.”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 23, 2010 22:36:07 GMT -5
Falcan shifted irritably against the wall, he wasn’t one who got easily irritated so the feeling didn’t last long, shockingly the larger man wasn’t as mean as he seemed to some. He just gave a plain nod about her comment, asking if his name was like the bird. He watched her silently for a moment she seemed hungry. He couldn’t help but slightly feel for her. More so because he had a soft spot for anything in need. He blinked she called him ‘lucky’ if he was lucky he wouldn’t be down here, that was simple to understand. “perhaps.” he stated more like a genital giant in this case where she told him about showing the guards what she was ‘about’.
“maybe but good behavior sometimes pays off…..” he reached into his shirt and felt around before pulling out a piece of parchment, unfolding the wrinkled paper he then handed it to her, it wasn’t a lot, but a few strips of dried meat. all honesty he’d forgotten that he had it on him, he was a traveler, things like that was second nature, being prepared. “ you can take it.” he stated holding it out to her. “ate not long ago.” he stated. He wasn’t sure he’d get a thanks, or if she would go off about pitying her or something, so just set it down on the table and stepped back to lean on the wall again. Watching the younger girl a moment he closed his eyes. “when I get out of here…I will get them to let you out.” he said with no emotion at all to his stoic voice. But something also seemed serious about it, why help her though? And it most likely was stupid if she was a thief but…..at least she would have that chance…then the rest was up to her.
“No I didn’t steal anything” replying to her earlier question/comment. “I don’t need to, I’m not well off by any means, but I work, and I get by.” he stated then thought about Kvatch, his house was among the ruins, he hadn’t hardly ever spent time there traveling like he did he might have spent one solid week there before and then nights on and off, so it didn’t have any particular memories of valuables, but it made him think about the crisis still plaguing the city, part of him wanted to help the other half wanted to look the other direction.. Or maybe he was afraid of seeing someone he once knew. He reached up and brushed some hair behind his ear.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 24, 2010 4:59:34 GMT -5
Falcan was awarded only a snort of amusement at the suggestion that good behaviour paid off. “Well, I owe those fetchers a couple of kicks for my brother. He had his nose broke last time he was here.” Lettie hadn’t been so angry about Marc having a crooked nose – after all, she hardly cared a whit about her own appearance – but it was the principal of the thing.
She eyed the strips of meat, and then grabbed them when he offered them to her. Living on the Waterfront, Lettie had learnt a long time ago that rejecting charity out of aversion to pity was just stupid; such pride was reserved for newcomers to the ‘front and was generally stripped away the longer one lived there. Still, Lettie had pride in other things; her prowess and potential as a thief for example. Which was why no matter how many second chances she got, she knew she’d be back in the prison again. But she believed her thieving was her only ticket out of the gutters, and that ticket was worth spending a few nights a month in prison until she could use it.
She laughed again when he said he’d get her out, and said with her mouth full: “No you won’t. They hate folks like me.” It wasn’t said with any accusation to it, or even self pity, just like she was stating the facts. “Besides, don’t think that if they clear you they’ll all love you. They’ll still be pi$sed at you for wasting their time.”
In response to him saying he didn’t need to steal, she said “I don’t need to steal either. I could put on a short skirt, redden my lips and go streetwalking, and don’t think my age would stop me. There’s some sickos out there.”
She continued, not really minding if she was creeping him out, as she figured if people got upset by just her stating the facts then people should grow a backbone: “I could sell skooma and f*ck up people’s lives that way. Or I can do what I do, which is nick a few coins off folks what have so much they’d barely miss it.”
It was the generic honourable thief’s argument, but unlike some Lettie actually believed it.
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 24, 2010 22:16:58 GMT -5
Falcan watched the girl then closed his eyes hearing her over, he wasn’t one to argue with someone, even if he could never believe or think that something they did, was right. He drew in a small sigh, but not of annoyance, it seemed rather emotionless really. He just didn’t know how to reply to her, really now? Her what he would call rambling or ranting wasn’t needed, though what she said was true, there were also other options out there to anyone. But not really easy ones.
He closed his mismatched eyes once again before looking towards the window off the cell, thinking if it was in his nature he could say something like, he could kill the guards easily and get out of here, of course that would be on his record but he most likely could accomplish it. He sighed again and looked at her.. “I could get you out……easily.” he didn’t say how, or even if he was talking about getting out alive.
Nah not offended by her, he felt sorry for her, slightly disappointed, but that was how other people chose to live their lives, wasn’t it? Anyway they wanted to. His eyes opened and took on a look of seriousness. He walked back over and examined the iron cell gate. Then leaned his hand on it. ‘I need to talk with a guard” he spoke up. Most likely no one heard him.. Finely two guards finely came back. Only they didn’t seem to be here to hear his plea, or question. They looked a bit more sinister. Falcan just watched them calmly.
“we’ve have thought about making a deal with you two, we have thieves, but there are just some things a working man needs to get out of his system.” one chuckled and tapped a whip to his shoulder. The other one just put his hands on his hips and watched them like they were caged animals. “seems your wish may come true” Falcan muttered, for once a joke from the tall stiff and silent guy, talking about her earlier comment about sick people. “you aren’t in charge around here so I demand to see someone who is before we agree to anything” Falcan stated plainly.
“oh-ho mighty talk.” the guard with the keys opened up and waved his blade at them so they would have to step back. “might just say you killed each other then” he laughed hoarsely and tossed the keys back to the other guard who locked the door back. The guard whom was now sharing a cage and looking pretty insane right about now started gloating. ‘a man the world never knew, and a ***** that wont be missed” the guard razed his blade to strike.
In that moment as if by reflex Falcan stepped and shifted forward grabbing the man’s wrist. The guard could only gasp, taken off guard from the prisoner. Falcan twisted the man’s wrist forward and up then back slamming it into the iron bars of the gate, the guard’s blade fell with a clatter. He swung, Falcan caught his fist and twisted it around the guard’s back before ramming the man’s head into the gate then let him fall to the floor with a thud. Sucking in deeply he just looked back up at the guard still outside the gate with a rather unpleased but plain look to his face.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 25, 2010 3:34:34 GMT -5
Lettie, who had sat herself against the wall to finish off the meat he’d given her, looked up in surprise when he went to call for the guard. “Are you insane?” she asked. She kicked, spat and bit when the guards were here, but she’d never call them over. Clearly the man had never been in this prison before ((OC – Lettie’s assumption, may or may not be true)). She glared at the man now taunting them.
“Didn’t say it was my wish.” she said, when Falcan actually managed to joke about the man staring down at her. Well, she thought to herself, if he tries anything I’ll just knee him in the balls. She doubted either would actually kill them, at least not intentionally. Police brutality was one thing, but if a prisoner ended up dead it was very difficult to cover up. Still, she twisted into herself, glaring in white-hot anger, like a daedra. But her fury could no longer be contained when the guard said that no one would miss her.
“You son of a wh*re!” she shrieked, jumping up, though still keeping back, “How do you know I won’t be missed? I have three brothers, you don’t think they’ll miss me? When they hear what you said they’re gonna come down here and-“
Her tirade was cut short by Falcan seeming to pull a bad@ss streak from nowhere and punched one of the guards. “Mara-mother-mild!” she swore, then more sarcastically: “So what was that about good behaviour?”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 25, 2010 22:23:27 GMT -5
Falcan just inhaled deeply closing his mismatched eyes a moment. “Only respect people with good behavior that do the same with me” he stated at the girl and half way to the guard. “I can easily understand why I am here and have been able to put up with that, I ask that you only do your job to divide the innocent so I can leave this place.” he stated with a emotionless tone, watching the guard who stood there still shocked his friend had been knocked out so easily.
He shifted his weight and folded his arms head tilted slightly down some. the guard continued to glare, finely he opened the gate and drug his friend out, and leaned him against the wall. “well Mr. Nightroad..’ the guard spoke up. “what makes you think I wont tell the boss you attacked us?” he razed a bushy brow.
Falcan shifted his weight to his other foot.. “Guards from Bruma, and other high places………they can easily tell you what kind of person I am if I have to wait in here for days, so be it, but I would like to spend the time in peace.” he said and leaned against the wall once more. The guard glared at Falcan and the girl, seeming to think about what just happed, seemed like he was pondering his next action before someone else got hurt. This man had them at a stand still weaponless, it was a good thing the man did come with them before or…what could have happened if Falcan was enraged like the girl?
Prisoners in other cells just routed for another fight.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 27, 2010 15:07:51 GMT -5
Lettie swore under her breath again, which she usually did when at all nervous. She’d been certain Falcan’s attempts at reasoning with the guards would end in him having his head cracked open, but it seemed the guards were having second thoughts. Still, she clenched one fist ready to cast a fireball if all hell broke loose.
She scowled at a Bosmer a few cells along, who by the looks of it belonged in Sheogorath’s Madhouse, not on Nirn. He was throwing himself against the bars, yelling at the guard to ‘sock him one’, while simultaneously telling Falcan the same thing. Anything for some action. Tense enough without the mad gibberings, Lettie yelled “You shut up before I send you back to Valenwood with your mouth stitched up!” The Bosmer settled down, though he kept muttering to himself.
She stepped up to the guard, as a lie began to form. “You know what I heard Hieronymus Lex hates more than thieves? Incompetence. And it seems pretty incompetent to me to bust up the heir to the Bruma court.” She glanced up at Falcan under the pretence of checking her facts, and winked ever so briefly. “Oh no wait, it was second heir, wasn’t it?” Lette was counting on the guard not knowing the lineage of Countess Narina Carvain; she knew only the most experienced guard would, and this one was only on prison duty for a reason.
She looked back at him, grinning wickedly. “Ah well, I suppose either way the Countess Carvain will be upset to hear her nephew’s been held up.”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 27, 2010 23:41:31 GMT -5
“In peace!? Why you!” the guard hissed then sent a glare at the Bosmer over his shoulder then looked back at them hacked off because he knew they had to be trying to pull something. “who HUH? What higher powers would honestly want the likes of you freed?” he spat disgusted then watched them continuously for the time being.
Falcan gave a sideways glance at the Breton who shouted at the Bosmer in the other cell and tried to keep himself with a straight face. He managed. He thought for a moment he didn’t care to dig into his past and tell these men he was………one of the Blades. Closing his mismatched eyes a second he opened and started to speak up “I-” he was interrupted by the girl and passed a glance at her. Heir to Bruma? That caught him off guard but he didn’t show it, and also tried not to betray any type of emotion as well. He gave a small sigh.
“w-what!?” the guard snarled glaring at the two. “no no no you have to be joking!” he shouted stepping back slightly, “this rugged man!?” he spar trying with ever fiber of his being to think of Bruma’s count and Countesses blood lines and family, it was easily said he didn’t some up with any real evidence she was wrong, and sure as heck didn’t want to say this, so what was he to do!? If she was lying he was in trouble, if she was telling the truth he was in trouble just as much. He flinched. Falcan caught this and put a hand slightly on his head then brought it around to his chin.
“I….am amazed you….. Recognized me.” Falcan said looking to Lettie. “….I was hoping to go undetected I hate using my stature for something like this, but…..” he inhaled deeply. “suppose that if I must I should…..only every one will be upset with me, and…there is no telling what the Countess will do to the guards of the city when she learns of their foolish mistakes.” he rubbed his head. “…….one even threatened the heir and a young woman.” he let a small breath escape then let his arms fall by his sides, strange he said all that, without so much as a hint of emotion, other then the sighs. “Guess I can wait for my escort to find me.”
The guard just stood there mouth hanging open he seemed completely dumbstruck.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 28, 2010 3:19:13 GMT -5
Lettie smirked as Falcan took her lie and ran with it. She’d been worrying that he’d be stupid enough to call her out on it for the sake of honour or some such thing, leaving them both still in here and her in even more trouble for lying to an Imperial Guard. She had to stop herself laughing out loud at the guard’s frantic backpedalling and slack-jawed expression, but she knew she couldn’t seem too delighted in this or the realisation that it was a trick might just penetrate even his dumb guardsman brain.
She knew that she couldn’t convince the guard that she was royally connected as well, not with the tens of times she’d been hauled in for petty theft. Every guard knew Violette Feucomme. But she could still use the lie to her advantage.
“You know, seeing as how you arrested a nobleman for no crime whatsoever, how is he to know you didn’t make the same mistake with me?” The way she framed it, even though both her and the guard knew she was guilty, it made Falcan the person the guard had to convince.
She only hoped Falcan’s sense of honour didn’t come rushing back to stop her; then again, if the guard refused then what would she get? Two weeks more, a whack across the backs of the knees with a piece of robe (a favourite of the guards, as it hurt a lot while inflicting minimum damage). She’d handled much worse.
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 28, 2010 20:56:03 GMT -5
Falcan sucked in deeply overhearing her and thought a bout it a moment, it wasn’t something he wanted to agree with, but shook it from his thoughts, he said he would get her out, well. Why not. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “actually that is true” his eyes narrowed. The guard franticly looked around then bit his lip. “fine if I let you out, but no way I will let he out, we know shes---” the guard babbled but Falcan put a hand on the gate and looked toward the guard a serious look upon his face. “so let us out, I will pay you what you acquire, I would like to keep this silent, as I am sure you would like to as well?” Falcan stated more then asked.
The guard fumbled around and unhappily he pushed the key in the lock. “fine, you go free, I’ll let her go but pay because you cant be to sure with thieves, Sir” the guard walked them toward the front desk muttering something to himself. Falcan inhaled deeply looking at Lettie once with a mild smile then proceeded upfront.
Where once there they laid his thanks out, he was happy to have is weapons back, instinctively slid it halfway from its sheath, the black blade shimmered, reflecting his eyes despite the many battles it had seen from both Falcan’s father and Falcan, it looked brand-new. He buckled it on the back of his belt. returned a small dagger to the strap on his belt as well. His red cloth he draped lazily around his neck and his other, rather heavy cloak he draped over his shoulder with ease. Upon setting out a few coins, and signing a few papers he turned towards the door the guard not caring to comment much but continued to mutter something to himself.
Falcan’s eyes looked back upon the Breton as he smirked and opened the door light burning his eyes at first then they adjusted. “well that will make another unforgettable day in my life” he smirked.
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Post by Violette 'Lettie' Feucomme on Jun 29, 2010 4:34:18 GMT -5
Lettie held her breath for a second while Falcan looked like he might not back her up, but relaxed when the guard let them out. She relished the chance to smirk at the guard as he reluctantly led them down the corridor and to the desk. Usually at this point she was thrown outside with only the sacking she was imprisoned in, as the warden could rarely be bothered to shift through her belongings for the stuff that wasn’t stolen.
This time she was grumpily handed her felt clothing she’d had on when she was arrested, but they still put her knife back in the evidence box.
“Hey! That’s mine too!”
The guard looked unconvinced. “Unlikely. I have it on good authority this blade was stolen from the Feed Bag just last week.”
Lettie grit her teeth. “Well what if I get attacked by a wolf the moment I step outside that door?” But she knew the guard wouldn’t take her seriously, so she resigned herself to having to ‘acquire’ a new weapon.
As soon as she was certain they were out of earshot of the prison gates, she gave a whoop of triumph, jumping up onto the low wall to walk eye-to-eye with Falcan. “That was brilliant. Hang on a sec, I’m just gonna get changed. Don’t look!” She ducked behind the wall.
“So what’ve you actually got to do with Bruma?” she said from behind the wall, before popping out on her own clothes. “I mean, you said something about people knowing you round there.”
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Post by Falcan Nightrode on Jun 30, 2010 22:15:27 GMT -5
Falcan looked up blinking his eyes painfully in the sun as they adjusted then glanced towards Lettie then nodded and looked away as she went to change, he glanced around birds chirping, and bugs making their usual buzzing sounds filled the air, as the bright warm sun made everything rather bright and cheerful, of course it was going on into summer now, the heat today wasn’t unbearable, but soon enough it would be.
The half-breed’s back to her and the wall she was changing behind he let his mind drift a little while amongst. He found himself snapping back as she stepped back out from around the wall and asked him about his relation with Bruma. He took a deep breath thinking a moment and turned to look at her halfway over his shoulder and nodded faintly, thinking of how to explain to her.
No it wasn’t resent, but the older guards would recall Falcan, perhaps if he didn’t have the scar. He was a proud young man, trying his best and training, he once even met the Emperor….well sort of, Falcan closed his eyes and mind to the painful memories and just started slowly walking again. “I was a guard there once.” he stated tonelessly. It wasn’t the complete truth, but it wasn’t a lie really. He wondered if she would ask more, not that he needed to tell her anyways, but it didn’t overly bother him either. Falcan just let everything hit him and roll off, was he really emotionless, or just really kind?
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