I had so much fun writing this one, this is my all time favourite scene!
Also, just because people might notice a few of the things. So far this story has been mainly movie based with a couple f musical sections. The remainder is taking sections from the film show and book and reworking them into a specific order. So things may happen earlier, or some of the book subplots are included (hinted at here)
Disclaimer: Still nothing
One day more…
Hershel stared out the window of the carriage, rain drops falling down like little tears, leaving watery trails in their wake. Not too long and they'd be at the hotel, he hated leaving but there was no other way he could stay safe. A small trunk of clothes sat by his feet, sat amongst them was a couple of picarats, enough to last for a week, and tiny golden apple. Sat beside him was Flora, a travelling cape wrapped round her shoulders and a sullen look upon her face. Hershel placed his hand upon hers as he gave instructions to the carriage driver. He couldn't help but think of that night so many years before, when he'd sat after he'd taken Flora in, when Descole had found him… He glanced outside nervously as if he expected his ghostly image to appear right beside him. So much had changed since then, yet it was still just him and his daughter riding into the night.
Flora herself was sat with her head against the window, silently fuming in the way only young girls can. She longed to go back, she'd finally found someone she could talk to, someone she could spend time with, She was finally happy.
But that time was gone.
There she was again, running and hiding with no explanation. She loved her father with all her heart but, just for that one night, she loathed him.
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How can I live when we are parted…?
The rain started as Clive headed back to the house; he was desperate to carry on speaking with Flora. The danger had clearly passed but when he arrived there wasn't a single light on inside her home. He hoped for a moment that she may just have gone to sleep, but his revelation was cut short by something tied to the gate. A small pink ribbon in a bow, he untied it and ran it through his fingers. He was sure this was the one she'd been wearing earlier that evening. He couldn't figure out why it would have been left that, he'd never seen her tie it on there. He held it up towards the light of a lamppost that lay beside the path, finding a scrawling along the fabric. An address written in large sprawled letters that didn't look as if they'd belonged to someone delicate as Flora's. Clive pondered the idea for a minute, deciding there was only her who could have written it. He shoved the ribbon into his pocket and thought over his options. He could go and find this address, and see what was waiting for him there. Or he could rejoin the students at the pub to begin preparations for the next day. He kicked his feet through a puddle as he mulled over them, heading back towards the alleyway.
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What a life I might have known…
Emmy ripped the fabric from the bottom of her skirt, once again winding it around her chest, hoping that would be enough to conceal her. She pulled her father's old jacket over herself, belting it with her own neckerchief. This combined with the trousers and larger boots made her virtually unrecognisable to anyone that was used to her regular yellow dress. She pulled her hair up underneath her hat, a red one she'd taken from the windowsill of the old man's house (she felt bad for taking it , but he'd left it behind anyway so she figured it was nothing of importance, he always kept the top hat on nowadays regardless). She admired her disguise in the broken mirror of her room before spearing a faint hint of dirt under her eyes, blending in as a street boy would be easier than trying to pass as one of the students.
She hoped Clive had found the message she'd left, Flora's ribbon was the perfect place to add it. She'd written in a style that she figured was unlike the letter she usually wrote. She hoped at least. If her plan succeeded then she'd solve both problems; Clive would stay away from the barricade and she would be able to sneak in. She'd prove herself. Emmy Altava wasn't one to keep away from the fight.
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Will you take your place with me….?
"Okay so this is the flag we'll be using." Announced Randall as Luke raised it behind him, a large rustic coin with an R emblazoned on the front atop a blood red background. Arianna raised a hand.
"What's the 'R' stand for?"
"Revolution of course"
"I was sure you'd make it stand for 'Randall'…"
"Shut up Dalston." He rolled it back around the flag pole and propped it by the door, looking over the room that had quickly become like a factory. Crow handed out guns between the fighters, currently showing Aurora how to load it. Katia was sword fighting with Henry, a skill she'd learnt from her grandfather which would no doubt prove useful in the battle.
" Hey, where's Clive 'n Emmy?" Luke asked him, looking round as if trying to spot them.
"Clive should be here later." Randall answered without looking up from loading his own gun "I don't think Emmy's coming."
"Why not? She always said she'd join me if something big happened." Randall raised an eyebrow
"When have you spoken to Emmy?" Luke rubbed the back of his neck as if he'd said somethin g he shouldn't have
"Oh, well yeh know I've seen her at the rallies a couple of times s'all" Randall, fully aware the boy was hiding something, just made a noise of understanding. Several of the townspeople had come down to help out as well, some intending to join the fight and some to offer their services to the preparation. He saw Janice with a girl he assumed to be Melina talking in the corner, with a solemn look on her face. Not everyone was happy with the students going off to fight. A few of Crow's friends had come down as well, though most weren't planning to fight. A couple were staying
"Wait, what's this group thing called?" A couple of voices rose up, a couple mentioning the name 'The black Ravens' and a few with 'the Stansbury Crew'.
"I hadn't really thought of it… Black Ravens doesn't sound right, and The Stansbury crew doesn't really make sense if we're in London… I'll think about it."
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We will nip it in the bud…
Descole around a table amongst the fellow inspectors and those who wished to stop the oncoming revolution. Word had passed between the towns that people were planning to hijack the funeral. Chelmey thought it would all eventually blow over if they just left them to it; Grosky opted to change the funeral date in order to catch them out, Jakes wanted to simply go down and arrest them that night and stop it then. But they weren't the ones in charge.
He was.
Descole told them of his idea, one which involved him finally revealing his true face to the public. It was a risk, but a risk he was willing to take. If he were to merely slip into the procession unnoticed, he could take them out from the inside whilst the police officers distracted them with negotiations. If that failed, they were allowed to move forth and shoot. He knew people were going to die, but if he could get to the centre of the group, he could discover the leaders and take them out whilst everyone else simply dispersed. There was no need to spill innocent blood.
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Never know your luck when there's a free for all…
Dahlia pulled away from the man she was embracing, with a loud cheer and a new brooch in her hand. She retreated to her husband's side, as he pulled his shirt back to reveal a couple of guns tucked into his belt.
"Do you feel bad stealing from these people? Half of them are children."
"Yeah-" he took a bow from a woman hair behind him and presented it to her "But the other half'll be dead by tomorrow." Dahlia took the bow and placed it into her own bun.
"You've got a point there." She elbowed him "Did you see that kid by the entrance? The little one?"
"You thought the same thing I did. Ah well, he's not our problem now so what do I care?!" He grabbed a flag from the doorway and waved it around his head, yelling about the revolution. Until Henry Ledore soon took it off of him with a glare.
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My place is here…
Clive walked towards the riverbank, the ribbon feeling heavy in his pocket. He knew what his choice was. If he made it out of this alive, he'd head over to the address. If not, he had a letter that he planned to leave with someone else.
As he entered the door a cheer rose up from those who expected him to abandon them, Clive was quickly given a gun and swept back into the world of the revolution. With the new title of 'The Future London', chosen by Clive, the group left to rest before the day.
A band of students, a heart broken girl, thieves, inspectors and a convict on the run.
With just one more dawn
One more day
None of London could predict what would happen next
Okay so we're pretty much exactly half way through, so thank you to everyone who's been reading up to this point!
Also, next time is a very good spot for character cameos, so if there are any so far unmentioned characters or NPCs people want to see, just mention it.