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the story....
(A/n) Thanks for reviewing, for those of you who did. Thanks for making it constructive without being mean and pointing out my faults. Plus could someone tell me about formatting, like how to do italics, and spacing out the paragraphs so it isn't so difficult to read and so ugly. Thanks, violet xx
Another a/n: until I find out how to do italics, all thoughts shall be placed in *asterisks*
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Chapter 2: untitled. How ironic.
Isabel sat, slumped against the tavern wall, staring gloomily out of the window onto the rain-soaked south-city Caynn backstreet.
*Why is it, that of all the inns in the whole city I could walk into, I had to choose the bloody rogue capital of Caynn? * She thought gloomily. *And where, is the landlord around here? *
As Isabel was thinking this, a loud crash sounded above the din. A fight had broken out, between two very drunken-looking people, two men. Knives appeared in one of the men's hands, and someone rushed in to break it up.
"Take it outside, Sam." A voice called, and surprisingly, the two men both obeyed, still continuing to give each other deathstares.
Isabel watched this with dull interest, impressed in an understated, Isabel sort of way, and returned her head to her arm, which was resting on the windowsill, and returned her gaze to the rain, and her mind to her gloomy thoughts. After about 10 minutes, Isabel's neck was cramping so she lifted her head. Lifting her arms up above her head to stretch them, her silver bracelet pinged off. Isabel felt the catch swing open, but didn't see where it fell. She started looking around frantically, her heart thumping. What if she had lost it? And worse, what if some thief took it? Her worst fears were confirmed when she saw a flash of silver on the floor near a wall, resting on someone's boot. The shoes were the popular style for rogue women, calf high, flat-heeled, black and made of suede, Isabel saw they held more than one knife each. Looking at the person, Isabel saw the woman was actually a girl of about her own age, average height, and wore an expensive-looking long black coat, and was huddled, leaning against the wall, evidently sulking. Her face was long and pale, and her eyes were heavily lined in black.
She would have looked quite plain, at least going by her features, if it were not for her hair. Ash-blonde in colour, it fell freely down past her shoulders in tight, corkscrew curls, each separate and each a perfect spiral. Feeling the impact on her foot, she looked down and saw Isabel's bracelet. She picked it up, and twirled it round long fingers. Noticing Isabel's nervous stare, She said: "Yours?" Isabel couldn't believe her luck. She nodded dumbfounded. This girl was obviously a thief, but she hadn't taken the silver, which was probably worth a lot. The thief girl walked over to Isabel, whose mouth was probably drooping by now, and dropped it in front of her. "You look like you lost, love. Or very, very annoyed." She said, in a common accent. Her voice was soft and husky, and showed straight, white teeth. "Err, well, I was kind of looking for the landlord. I need a place to stay... for a while."
"Oh, then you'll be lookin' for Carys."
"Carys?" Isabel asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah, you'll have a tough time findin' her here." The girl gestured into the din.
Isabel laughed. "Yeah, I s'pose. You know her?"
"I live here." Came the cool reply. "Sometimes I wish I didn't. Likes to be paid on time, our Carys...."
"She charges a lot?" Isabel wanted to know.
"Well no—but my kind of work.. You see, it's not a regular pay, and If one month I don't make enough..."
"You're a thief." Isabel said flatly.
"Ye come strollin' into the Caynn rogue headquarters, you expect us to be thieves, don't you?" she inspected her nails. "Yes, I am a thief, that's not a problem is it? "
"-No." Isabel said, slowly. "It's just... I'm an orphan, you see, and I was thrown out of my home. I need somewhere to stay... and work...its past 10pm, and now I gotta find another place to go... it's pouring out there..."
"What's your name?" came the suspicious reply. "I-Isabel. Isabel Baker."
"Meg. Welcome to The Green Dragon." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- Yeah, I know, short.... But there was too much dialogue in there anyways, so I didn't want to go on...
So now we have a little situation...
You, me and the little purple button that says...
REVIEW!!!!!!
(A/n) Thanks for reviewing, for those of you who did. Thanks for making it constructive without being mean and pointing out my faults. Plus could someone tell me about formatting, like how to do italics, and spacing out the paragraphs so it isn't so difficult to read and so ugly. Thanks, violet xx
Another a/n: until I find out how to do italics, all thoughts shall be placed in *asterisks*
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Chapter 2: untitled. How ironic.
Isabel sat, slumped against the tavern wall, staring gloomily out of the window onto the rain-soaked south-city Caynn backstreet.
*Why is it, that of all the inns in the whole city I could walk into, I had to choose the bloody rogue capital of Caynn? * She thought gloomily. *And where, is the landlord around here? *
As Isabel was thinking this, a loud crash sounded above the din. A fight had broken out, between two very drunken-looking people, two men. Knives appeared in one of the men's hands, and someone rushed in to break it up.
"Take it outside, Sam." A voice called, and surprisingly, the two men both obeyed, still continuing to give each other deathstares.
Isabel watched this with dull interest, impressed in an understated, Isabel sort of way, and returned her head to her arm, which was resting on the windowsill, and returned her gaze to the rain, and her mind to her gloomy thoughts. After about 10 minutes, Isabel's neck was cramping so she lifted her head. Lifting her arms up above her head to stretch them, her silver bracelet pinged off. Isabel felt the catch swing open, but didn't see where it fell. She started looking around frantically, her heart thumping. What if she had lost it? And worse, what if some thief took it? Her worst fears were confirmed when she saw a flash of silver on the floor near a wall, resting on someone's boot. The shoes were the popular style for rogue women, calf high, flat-heeled, black and made of suede, Isabel saw they held more than one knife each. Looking at the person, Isabel saw the woman was actually a girl of about her own age, average height, and wore an expensive-looking long black coat, and was huddled, leaning against the wall, evidently sulking. Her face was long and pale, and her eyes were heavily lined in black.
She would have looked quite plain, at least going by her features, if it were not for her hair. Ash-blonde in colour, it fell freely down past her shoulders in tight, corkscrew curls, each separate and each a perfect spiral. Feeling the impact on her foot, she looked down and saw Isabel's bracelet. She picked it up, and twirled it round long fingers. Noticing Isabel's nervous stare, She said: "Yours?" Isabel couldn't believe her luck. She nodded dumbfounded. This girl was obviously a thief, but she hadn't taken the silver, which was probably worth a lot. The thief girl walked over to Isabel, whose mouth was probably drooping by now, and dropped it in front of her. "You look like you lost, love. Or very, very annoyed." She said, in a common accent. Her voice was soft and husky, and showed straight, white teeth. "Err, well, I was kind of looking for the landlord. I need a place to stay... for a while."
"Oh, then you'll be lookin' for Carys."
"Carys?" Isabel asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah, you'll have a tough time findin' her here." The girl gestured into the din.
Isabel laughed. "Yeah, I s'pose. You know her?"
"I live here." Came the cool reply. "Sometimes I wish I didn't. Likes to be paid on time, our Carys...."
"She charges a lot?" Isabel wanted to know.
"Well no—but my kind of work.. You see, it's not a regular pay, and If one month I don't make enough..."
"You're a thief." Isabel said flatly.
"Ye come strollin' into the Caynn rogue headquarters, you expect us to be thieves, don't you?" she inspected her nails. "Yes, I am a thief, that's not a problem is it? "
"-No." Isabel said, slowly. "It's just... I'm an orphan, you see, and I was thrown out of my home. I need somewhere to stay... and work...its past 10pm, and now I gotta find another place to go... it's pouring out there..."
"What's your name?" came the suspicious reply. "I-Isabel. Isabel Baker."
"Meg. Welcome to The Green Dragon." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------- Yeah, I know, short.... But there was too much dialogue in there anyways, so I didn't want to go on...
So now we have a little situation...
You, me and the little purple button that says...
REVIEW!!!!!!
