Looking down her window she grinned, the day Karen had moved in her eleven-
o-clock curfew had been changed to eight. Thus she had learned the art of
climbing, be it the trellis beside her window or the tree that was near
enough to jump to and from. Either choice, they had provided adequate
exits.
Sunset had just begun to change the sky and she knew her time was limited and she knew she would need every moment of light she could get. Not having the heart, or the trust in her knot tying capabilities, to rip the bed sheets apart she opted to just climb down the wall. 'Don't think it would reach anyway.' She thought smile fading from her lips. Taking a deep breath she stepped climbed out the window. Making sure her footing would hold she began her long trip south. Dressed in only the clothes she had came in she had her shoes tied together by their laces and looped through her belt. She needed the grip of her toes to feel comfortable with where she was placing her weight. Her socks were stuffed in her pocket.
Scaling her way down a little at a time she tried not to think about what would happen should she fall, or even worse spotted by Jareth. She shuddered to think about his reaction to her escape if she were caught. 'That's why I won't be.' She thought determinedly, wincing as a particularly sharp rock sliced her hand. She would handle when she reached the ground, she could do nothing for it at the moment. Looking down to see how much further she had left she held a ghost of a smile. Both her parents had ghastly fears of heights, something she had no inherited from either of them. Making her climb all the more do-able. Within the next hour she had both feet planted firmly on the ground, hiding in the in a shadow she rubbed her sore palms and pads. (Hands and feet) Slinking off to an out of site fountain she cooled her aching limbs. After a few moments of sympathy for her toes she pulled her shoes and socks back on. Looking around she left for the opposite direction of the Goblin City. She had starred at the maps of the Labyrinth for so long that they were engrained in her mind. Not that they would do her much god, the land constantly changed. But it gave her a general idea of where she wanted to go, which direction would bring her there and where she generally didn't want to end up.
As dawn approached she searched out a place to stay for the day, she figured a week would be long enough to hide out. She didn't wasn't to head straight for her escape place, just in case he was keeping an eye on it. 'Wonder how he'll take finding me missing?' She thought slowly slipping into the much-needed rest she had deprived her body. 'Can't ask the others.' Her mind murmured. 'Didn't tell them I was going.' Closing her eyes she felt her body relax. 'Safer, this way.' With that she was out like a light.
"Five-hundred-six, five-hundred-seven." He was about to send the next little flutter-finger-biter to pixie hell, when a pair of black boots came into his sight. Looking up the poor dwarf nearly had a heart attack. His king did not look happy, before he could get a word out Jareth spoke.
"Where is she" His voice made the shorter being quake. But there was no question as to who 'she' was, and the thought of 'she' gave him courage.
"Las' I saw 'f th' lil lady she was at 'ur castle. She gone an' finally make a run fer it?" Hoggle cringed at the look he received, but he got his answer. Yes she was gone, and no he hadn't found her yet.
"Where, is, she, Hogwart?"
"I's a don' 'no sire. Sarah's a smart girl. She won' come to us'n. 'No's 'ud get us tah tell." He didn't know where the back bone came from but he knew it was going to get him in a load of trouble. Instead though, he found himself alone, not in the Bog of Eternal Stench. Only alone, hoping that crazy girl knew what she was doing. 'Get were 'ur goin' lass. Hell give ya hell if 'ur caught.'
He hadn't thought she'd do it. Her room was fore levels up and the climb to the ground was not what anyone would call easy. Yet she had done it. He had expected her to try and run for it. 'Though not on her waiting this long. And scaling the side of my castle, I sorely underestimated her.' Taking a look about he confirmed the fact that she had only taken what she had entered his realm in. The clothes on her back. She was doing well to keep out of site and that was making it all the harder to find her.
Taking a bite from her fruit, she had done well to research what foods she could fine, where to find them and how to get them, Sarah mused on her situation. 'Just as well too, over half of what I've found is poisonous. I bet Mr. High and Mighty is wondering how I'm doing.' She refused to even think his name or title. She had read vague referrals to the fact that he could hear whenever his name or position was mentioned. 'And I've come too far to chance something stupid like that.' Looking down from her perch in the tree she grimaced. She had been in the middle of grabbing armloads of food when the little goon brigade made their debut. The Goblin party had been so loud she had been given plenty of warning to hide within the tree's various limbs of foliage. Scrunching her nose she tried to block out the scent the goblins brought with them. It was no Bog stench but close enough. Rancid body odor was not what she preferred; she hoped they'd leave soon. But their conversation difficult to pick up through belches and burps, was comical in its own way. In it she learned of Jareth's anger of her escape from him, and evasion of recapture. Relieved when the noisy group left she shook her head. 'You think so little of my abilities, you send little parades for me. I hear them long before I see them.' Yet she stayed in the tree until long after dark. 'Safe or sorry girl. Safe or sorry.' She told herself after stubbing her toe on a root and holding in her curse of pain. Gritting her teeth she stretched her senses for any sound of approaching creature. None. Rubbing her pained appendage she was soon back to her recent hiding spot. A bramble of poison berries, it was the perfect spot since all the wildlife knew it was bad for them, meaning they stayed away. 'Meaning I'm safe at night.' She thought before dosing off.
"Oh I hope I haven't screwed this up." She murmured looking down the long drop. It was as deep as her room at the castle had been high. "I won't make this if I have." Taking a deep breath she looked up. No trees blocked her view, making it easy to assure herself of the lack of moon. But knowing the clearing made it all the easier to spot her as well. "One for the money." She whispered looking around, assuring herself that she was alone. "Two for the show." She added stepping to the edge. "Three to get ready." She prepared to spring. "And four to go!" With heart thundering in her throat she leapt. She wanted to open her eyes, but part of what she had to do was trust. Meaning eyes, closed. But she did settle herself with a shuddering gulp of air. Only to have it knocked from her the moment she passed through the worlds. Being the only reason she couldn't scream when she found herself plunged into the icy water.
Sunset had just begun to change the sky and she knew her time was limited and she knew she would need every moment of light she could get. Not having the heart, or the trust in her knot tying capabilities, to rip the bed sheets apart she opted to just climb down the wall. 'Don't think it would reach anyway.' She thought smile fading from her lips. Taking a deep breath she stepped climbed out the window. Making sure her footing would hold she began her long trip south. Dressed in only the clothes she had came in she had her shoes tied together by their laces and looped through her belt. She needed the grip of her toes to feel comfortable with where she was placing her weight. Her socks were stuffed in her pocket.
Scaling her way down a little at a time she tried not to think about what would happen should she fall, or even worse spotted by Jareth. She shuddered to think about his reaction to her escape if she were caught. 'That's why I won't be.' She thought determinedly, wincing as a particularly sharp rock sliced her hand. She would handle when she reached the ground, she could do nothing for it at the moment. Looking down to see how much further she had left she held a ghost of a smile. Both her parents had ghastly fears of heights, something she had no inherited from either of them. Making her climb all the more do-able. Within the next hour she had both feet planted firmly on the ground, hiding in the in a shadow she rubbed her sore palms and pads. (Hands and feet) Slinking off to an out of site fountain she cooled her aching limbs. After a few moments of sympathy for her toes she pulled her shoes and socks back on. Looking around she left for the opposite direction of the Goblin City. She had starred at the maps of the Labyrinth for so long that they were engrained in her mind. Not that they would do her much god, the land constantly changed. But it gave her a general idea of where she wanted to go, which direction would bring her there and where she generally didn't want to end up.
As dawn approached she searched out a place to stay for the day, she figured a week would be long enough to hide out. She didn't wasn't to head straight for her escape place, just in case he was keeping an eye on it. 'Wonder how he'll take finding me missing?' She thought slowly slipping into the much-needed rest she had deprived her body. 'Can't ask the others.' Her mind murmured. 'Didn't tell them I was going.' Closing her eyes she felt her body relax. 'Safer, this way.' With that she was out like a light.
"Five-hundred-six, five-hundred-seven." He was about to send the next little flutter-finger-biter to pixie hell, when a pair of black boots came into his sight. Looking up the poor dwarf nearly had a heart attack. His king did not look happy, before he could get a word out Jareth spoke.
"Where is she" His voice made the shorter being quake. But there was no question as to who 'she' was, and the thought of 'she' gave him courage.
"Las' I saw 'f th' lil lady she was at 'ur castle. She gone an' finally make a run fer it?" Hoggle cringed at the look he received, but he got his answer. Yes she was gone, and no he hadn't found her yet.
"Where, is, she, Hogwart?"
"I's a don' 'no sire. Sarah's a smart girl. She won' come to us'n. 'No's 'ud get us tah tell." He didn't know where the back bone came from but he knew it was going to get him in a load of trouble. Instead though, he found himself alone, not in the Bog of Eternal Stench. Only alone, hoping that crazy girl knew what she was doing. 'Get were 'ur goin' lass. Hell give ya hell if 'ur caught.'
He hadn't thought she'd do it. Her room was fore levels up and the climb to the ground was not what anyone would call easy. Yet she had done it. He had expected her to try and run for it. 'Though not on her waiting this long. And scaling the side of my castle, I sorely underestimated her.' Taking a look about he confirmed the fact that she had only taken what she had entered his realm in. The clothes on her back. She was doing well to keep out of site and that was making it all the harder to find her.
Taking a bite from her fruit, she had done well to research what foods she could fine, where to find them and how to get them, Sarah mused on her situation. 'Just as well too, over half of what I've found is poisonous. I bet Mr. High and Mighty is wondering how I'm doing.' She refused to even think his name or title. She had read vague referrals to the fact that he could hear whenever his name or position was mentioned. 'And I've come too far to chance something stupid like that.' Looking down from her perch in the tree she grimaced. She had been in the middle of grabbing armloads of food when the little goon brigade made their debut. The Goblin party had been so loud she had been given plenty of warning to hide within the tree's various limbs of foliage. Scrunching her nose she tried to block out the scent the goblins brought with them. It was no Bog stench but close enough. Rancid body odor was not what she preferred; she hoped they'd leave soon. But their conversation difficult to pick up through belches and burps, was comical in its own way. In it she learned of Jareth's anger of her escape from him, and evasion of recapture. Relieved when the noisy group left she shook her head. 'You think so little of my abilities, you send little parades for me. I hear them long before I see them.' Yet she stayed in the tree until long after dark. 'Safe or sorry girl. Safe or sorry.' She told herself after stubbing her toe on a root and holding in her curse of pain. Gritting her teeth she stretched her senses for any sound of approaching creature. None. Rubbing her pained appendage she was soon back to her recent hiding spot. A bramble of poison berries, it was the perfect spot since all the wildlife knew it was bad for them, meaning they stayed away. 'Meaning I'm safe at night.' She thought before dosing off.
"Oh I hope I haven't screwed this up." She murmured looking down the long drop. It was as deep as her room at the castle had been high. "I won't make this if I have." Taking a deep breath she looked up. No trees blocked her view, making it easy to assure herself of the lack of moon. But knowing the clearing made it all the easier to spot her as well. "One for the money." She whispered looking around, assuring herself that she was alone. "Two for the show." She added stepping to the edge. "Three to get ready." She prepared to spring. "And four to go!" With heart thundering in her throat she leapt. She wanted to open her eyes, but part of what she had to do was trust. Meaning eyes, closed. But she did settle herself with a shuddering gulp of air. Only to have it knocked from her the moment she passed through the worlds. Being the only reason she couldn't scream when she found herself plunged into the icy water.