How long has it been? *coughcough* You know since the cliff hanger... I may have done another one... I'm so sorry...
In the hours after Jasmine had discovered Kalini missing there had been a massive manhunt. Everyone was so worried about Kalini they forgot about Jasmine who had locked herself in her room curled up in an unseen corner. As every hour ticked by closer to dawn she waited for news that wouldn't come of her sisters rescue. Eventually she didn't know how long she had been left alone in her room but t was long enough for her legs to start cramping and her hunger pains to turn into a distant ache that was somewhat comforting and familiar from her time out on the streets.
Footsteps walked by the room and for a second Jasmine allowed herself to be hopeful till they walked right on by. Her face fell and she curled up into a ball trying to resist the urge to cry. The longer she waited the longer the river of red blood that had been on the floor grew until it was an ocean of anguish and regret. Jasmine nearly flew out the room with tears streaming down her face. She needed to see someone; anyone at this point to know what was going on.
Jasmine was kind of hurt no one had tried checking on her. Maybe they though she had been hiding and hadn't been worried. Unlike Kalini because Kalini wasn't hiding. She desperately took off to find anyone nearby and quickly became lost. The halls she was in were definitely not ones she had been led down yesterday. It was then Jasmine noticed a whisp of black hair turning the corner and she called out. "Hey!" And ran after them. She almost collided with them when she ran around the corner as they stood there somewhat arrogantly. Jasmine couldn't tell if she liked them or not.
"H-hi! Um. I was wondering if you could tell me where Da- I mean King Sinbad is?" Jasmine clutched the dress she had thrown on till the fragile fabric felt like it was going to rip. The man (with red eyes!? Well Jasmine had seen weirder) had risen one eyebrow in amusement. "What would a slave need with a King?" His eyes roamed down Jasmine's body which reminded her too much of those men who waited in the dark corners of the alleys with dark looks in their eyes as they watched the huddled mass of children. They always disappeared right after a few children went missing. No one would miss a few homeless kids when there were already hundreds more.
Jasmine very nearly bared her teeth but she had Jafar's scary ninja voice ringing in the back of her head about being lady like. "'M not a slave! I'm a princess. Princess jasmine, daughter of King Sinbad here on diplomatic reasons." She stomped her foot before realizing that was not ladylike at all. Not that it mattered as the man's face had turned turned into warring battle between disbelief and resentment before it all wiped away. His lips stayed pinched together though. Really if he didn't act so weird and Jasmine wasn't so agitated she'd like him. Like a lot.
"And anyways." Jasmine didn't know why she was continuing talking as she had already made her point. "You dress like a whore." For a brief second Jasmine remembered when Jafar gave her a lecture about inappropriate words. 'You know that little voice in your head that says No Don't Say That?' And Jasmine had shook her head no. afar had very nearly given up on her right then and there especially when she decided to be stubborn and had the sailors teach her swears in other languages to mess with him.
There was only the quickest of pauses before the man threw his head back and laughed maniacally. "Well then little maggot let's go to see the Great Idiot King!" He walked off without waiting for Jasmine who did not at all appreciate that along with the maggot comment.
"Hey Mr. Harlot, what's your name?" Jasmine had to half jog to keep up as they exited the hall onto a more outside corridor facing a garden.
The whore dressing man sneered. "Li-" He didn't get to finish as a shadow jumped off the roof straight towards Jasmine who violently flinched just in time causing her to trip and avoid being captured. The attacker turned to grab her again only to be met with a pissed off man holding a wand. "I don't like to be interrupted." Was said before all hell broke loose. Ice was flung almost recklessly at the attacker which Jasmine had to dodge while shrieking. Deciding that this was not something she wanted to get involved in Jasmine fled through the garden where two more attackers were waiting.
She took off in a dead run wildly as her pursuers cursed her existence as she evaded them. Jasmine thought she could escape until one of them managed to grab the back of her dress and lift her up. They probably thought she was too spoiled to know how to fight back but Jasmine bit and kicked them till the one punched her. Her vision went black with spots for a while as she lay there limply in the ones grasp. Until she was dropped and Jasmine braced herself for the pain of hitting the ground. It never came, she just kept falling and falling and someone was shouting in the distance and when she opened her eyes there was the sky right above a sheer cliff. Jasmine opened her mouth as the wind whistled in her ears maybe to scream maybe to do something else but she never got the chance as she hit water and her whole world went into unconsciousness.