((The same thing happened to me recently. I didn't realize an RP had started until a week after it had. It was really weird... O.o))
Cedany slapped the fabric back over her chest, jumping when he spoke. She shot him a glare. "And if I'd been a man, it would have been okay to murder me?" She snapped. "I don't care if you didn't try to poison the king, murderers of any kind should be hanged."
"It was in self defence," Harrison said, "I wouldn't have been able to fight back if it was a man, so I had to get rid of the threat. But I am not a murderer." He looked sadly at the woman. "Can we start over? My name is Harrison," he held out his hand for a formal handshake.
Cedany hesitated, staring at his hand for a moment before taking it. "Cedany Cooper. And if we're starting over, I'm going to say it again: You're getting mud on my floor."
Harrison kicked off his shoes by the front door and wiped the mud off the warped floor with his torn socks. "I don't want to kill you," he stated flatly, "So you need to come with me. I don't trust anybody anymore, and I am not ready to die for a crime I did not commit."
Cedany lept up, angry again. "I can't just leave!" She protested.
"Why not?" Harrison asked. He looked around the room, "There's not much to leave behind."
Anger boiled inside her. "Oh, no, nothing at all. Only my home. Everything my parents and I ever owned, my animals...This is my life, Harrison."
Harrison looked around. "What if I can give you a better life? A nicer home, more money -- not stolen money," he made sure to emphasize the legality of his proposition. "Please? You can pack everything you want, and I will never hurt you... again. Please, I didn't attempt to assassinate the king. I didn't kill the man out of spite, it was out of self defence. I will protect you with my life as well. I'd owe you that much if you came with me."
"You don't get it." Cedany argued. "I don't want a 'nicer home.' I've lived here my whole life, and I love it.
"Besides," She added. "How could you, a criminal, give me anything?"
Harrison got suddenly angry. Cedany's constant remarks about him being a criminal brought him to the edge. "I'm not a criminal!" he growled furiously in her face. "If stealing a loaf of bread to feed my starving family, or if killing a man in self defence who attacked my sister, warrants my death," he grabbed the door and pulled it open, "then by all means, go ang get the guards. I will wait right here for them, and I will take my punishment like a man."
"I never said you should die for this." Cedany said, a little gentler this time, but not much.
She paused. "Where's your sitser now?" She asked, wondering if she was alone somewhere, waiting for him to come home. She knew how that felt.
Harrison grew silent. He turned away, and stared out the window. His eyes were watering, but he didn't allow them to drip.
"Oh," Cedany said softly, her voice barely audible. He could just be trying to protect his sister by not saying, but...His face gave it away. Wherever his sister was, it wasn't good.
She sat down on one of the simple wooden chairs that were scattered haphazardly around the sturdy table.
"I've never had a sibling, but I have had family." She said quietly. "I know what it's like."
Rage poured out of him quicker than he could think. "No you don't!" he hissed spinning around so quickly he took Cedany by surprise. His thick hand was at her throat, and the sound of her back hitting the wall echoed inside his head. "You have no idea what it is like out there! You have no idea what it is like to have a family that you can not save from themselves! My father was put to death for the murder of the first king seven years after the event! My brothers, all four, were put to death for my father's crime as well. The guards were sure they had helped plot the assassination, and carry it out. My mother was so distraught she stopped eating and slowly, agonizingly, she withered away to nothing. My baby sister, Anna, who I'd raised since she was three and I was ten, was stolen from me when I was fifteen. She was only seven! No man should touch a girl that way ever!" Tears were streaming down his face. His voice shook with anger and adrenaline. He held Cedany against the wall for a moment more. Suddenly the gasps of her choking hit him. His fingers released her neck. He backed himself against the far wall. His body trembled and he shook his head as if he couldn't accept what he'd just done. Cedany lay on the floor coughing; bruises on her neck from his hands. "No man should touch a girl," he whispered. He'd said this mostly to himself, but also for Cedany to know that he had morals.
((So far it hasn't really mattered, but I've noticed that you've done some very mild powerplaying twice. I don't mind this time, because I'd probably have Cedany collapse on the floor too, but try not to in the future. :) ))
Cedany instinctively clutched at her throat, but then lowered her handst. Some dark, sinister part of her that she was ashamed of wanted him to see the angry red marks he'd made and feel guilty.
She backed away from him farther into the kitchen as her head spun. She briefly thought of retaliating with her own story, but decided agaisnt it. He didn't need to hear what happened to her family. He probably didn't care anyway.
((Sorry! D: ))
Harrison couldn't stay there any longer. He no longer cared about the girl, or what she might do. He shoved a chair out of his way as he made his way to the door and flung it open. He bolted out into the green hills. No sooner had he left than the angry voices of the guards could be heard echoing throughout the mountains.
((No problem. :) ))
Cedany stayed on the floor for a moment, wheezing. Hearing faint echoes of the search party, she wobbled to her feet, still feeling a bit light-headed. She stumbled out the door and stood on the porch watching him go.
He'll never make it. Cedany found herself thinking. He'd attacked her. She shouldn't care what happened to him, he was out of control violent...
She wished that the king was more like his father. She wished prisoners got sent to work camps to make up for their crimes instead of being hanged for everything.
A horseman rode by her house, heading in the direction Harrison had run. He hadn't seen him yet, but he would. Without thinking, Cedany stumbled out of the house, waving and yelling. "Sir!" She coughed, throat rough. "Sir, please!"
He slowed, then turned around and came back, dismounting.
"He was here," Cedany reported, forcing her face into an expression of fear.
The man eyed her oddly, then stepped closer, his eyes flicking down to her torn bodice in a way she didn't like. "Did he hurt you?" He asked, his voice devoid of any real concern.
"Just a scratch." Cedany answered warily, taking a step back. She pointed west, knowing full-well Harrison had gone north. "He went that way." She could still see Harrison behind the guard, and trying to stall him until he could get away.
The guard gave a tiny smile and took the loose flap of her dress inbetween two fingers, tugging on it slightly. "Are you sure?"
Cedany slapped him, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. A flash of fear went through her as she realized just how strong he was.
Harrison was running out of breath. He'd run as fast and as far away as he could, but he couldn't outrun horses. He glanced behind him and noticed Cedany talking to a horseman. He couldn't run anymore. He didn't want to run anymore. He dropped to his hands and knees. Angry with the girl for talking to a guard, when he was surrounded he spoke. "Make me a deal and I'll give you my accomplice," he said out of breath.
"We don't make deals with murderers," the leader said.
"I'm not a murderer! I'm not even an attempted murderer! I don't deserve to die because I haven't done anything. Get me off the death block and I will give you the person who's been hiding me," he demanded.
"If you did not try to assassinate the king then why did you run?" the leader asked.
"Because nobody would lisen and I'd be dead! Do you want my accomplice or not?" he asked.
"Fine," the soldier agreed. Might as well take two wanted criminals and get paid better than bring in one.
"That farmhouse over there," Harrison pointed back. "The woman who lives there has been hiding me."
The leader nodded to the men who tied Harrison's hands behind his back and tightened a noose around his neck. "We made a deal!" Harrison choked as he was pulled behind the horses.
"I don't make deals with murderers," the leader laughed making his way to the farmhouse.
"No, really." Cedany said again. "He went that way."
The soldier nodded. "I'll be back to get your full report." He said before heading back to his horse.
Cedany let out a relieved breath. He was leaving. He was leaving, Harrison would escape, and everythign would be-
Dam.mit. She almost groaned whens he saw four more horsemen riding towards the house, Harrison in tow. One of them pointed at her and yelled. "Michael! Seize her!"
Cedany wanted to turn around and grab her crossbow from the porch, but knew that would just make her look guilty. Besides, they'd probably kill her if she touched it, and she'd only be able to get one of them anyway. She was trapped.
The soldier grabbed her by the arms and started hauling her towards the others. "I didn't do anything!" She protested, glaring daggers at Harrison as the others neared.
Harrison reciprocated her glare. He figured, if she didn't help him, then she might as well go down with him. The only thing he didn't know was if she'd be put to death too. He didn't think she would be. He scrambled behind the horsemen as they took Cedany. He did nothing to stop them.