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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 17, 2009 12:36:15 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
ChristianneShe blinked away small and fragile tears of exhaustion as she was awoken by a nagging screeching in her petite little head. It seemed that ever since they had 'won' said war that they were more over worked and over used than ever before. "Being out of my misery would have been best... even running away only to be slashed and eaten by others would have been a better fate..." she found herself muttering but doing her best to keep the thoughts from her mind. Usually she was able to keep said thoughts to herself but not when she was on the brink of falling asleep where she stood.
Getting up from her small bed she walked to the bathroom and then back to get herself ready. She had a visitor to attend to, or at least that's what the Queen had called him in quite the mocking tone. She had only been instructed to go to a certain cell but had not been told whom or what she would find there. With her luck it would probably e a ravenous lion come to eat her whole and let her off this merciless leash she had found herself in or the past sixteen years of her life.
As a child she hardly knew what she was doing and merely relished the though of being evil and being allowed to do as she pleased. But now as she slowly grew into an adult she wished she would have escaped when she had the chance, knowing full well it would be too late for her to try and do so now. Looking up to the mirror she bit her lip and stared into her gray eyes as if trying to see if she could recognized the monster lurking within such a placid and innocent face. No... she could not... "This is not me anymore..." she said softly but never the less turned to face whatever it was that she had to do.
Grabbing her poker from the nearby wall she walked through the snow covered field and into the Carnadine fortress. Head held up as high as she could muster though her insides slowly turned to mush. Would she die here on this day... or would she be the one inflicting the pain instead... Shaking her head she crossed the hall and headed towards the little locked door that only few held claim to. Producing a small key from her pocket she placed it in the hole and twisting it heard the door unlock and lurch, as though i had come to life.
Slowly the torches began to greet her as they too came to life. Her eyes glancing a the flames as though beckoning her to come forth and never leave them again. Making her way down the steps she noticed the doors to the vast cells. She walked slowly and at her pace not wanting to face any impending doom but doing so out of fear of the pain of death. But was death truly so bad when this was your life? she found herself wondering for a fleeting moment as she counted off the cells. "Ten... Eleven... Twelve... Thirteen..."
Tilting her head to the side she glanced inside the cell and found not what she thought. No monsters or ravenous beings waiting for a midnight snack... it was nothing more than a boy. Scrounging her nose a bit she looked at him. She knew not whom he was since she had hardly ever come across people that looked like her other than her family. And since stories from the old kings and queens were forbidden from Carnadine she would have never thought this could be one of them. "Who are you?" she said softly truly not sure if he was either alive or dead but for some odd reason aching to find out.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 17, 2009 13:50:46 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] Edmund sat in his cell, back against the icy cold wall, staring at the bars, staring just because he had nothing else to do. The previous few times, there had at least been some Narnians to keep him company and chat, distract his attention from touchy subjects. However now here he was, by himself, isolated, tired and bored, not to mention with a killer-back. The cold was surprisingly refreshing to his back though, and it helped him remain alert. Edmund had no sense as to what was day and what was night, with the constant icy glow everything gave off, there was little difference between either of the two.
So he had just sat there, constantly, staring off into space, drowning out the mild pain in his back and waiting for just about anything to happen. Edmund would have been happy had he been able to catch a bit of sleep, but that was the sad thing about everything. He couldn't and wouldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts could not rest, and even if he tried to rest just a bit, he would find himself awake in no time again. Memories, figures and fears kept him up all the time and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.
Just as the King of Narnia closed his eyes though, willing to try again, a voice disturbed him. Instantly his eyes swept back open as he listened intently. A female voice, and apparently it was counting. Edmund pushed himself up a little, so he could sit up straight and waited, listening to find out where the counting would stop.
"Ten... Eleven... Twelve... Thirteen..."
Thirteen... That was his cell, so Edmund realized. Forcing himself to look up a bit more, his suspicions were confirmed. Indeed, a teenage girl, a bit younger than he must've been, stood behind the bars, looking at him. Dark eyes swept over her, remaining silent as he listened to her soft voice speak once more. She was one of them, he bet. She looked like one. She didn't look one bit ragged, one bit filthy, so the only reasonable explanation for that was that she must've been one of them. One of the many that would come to terrorize his being yet again. When she asked him who he was though, Edmund couldn't help but let surprise wash over his hardened features.
"King Edmund, the Just."
Edmund couldn't help it. He simply hadn't been able to resist and give the girl his title as well, it was after all part of who he was. And he had needed to live and learn to cope with that title for many years. However, through his determination to rebel, even just a little bit, Edmund wasn't able to stop the fact he seemed quite haughty. And in result, he was expecting a smack against the face or a hit here and there, a kick in the stomach perhaps in no time... So he decided he could push it a bit further.
"And you are?" he questioned.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 17, 2009 14:25:47 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne Tilting her head still she let her eyes look around his tiny cell as they adjusted to the dark or rather dim light of the torches the continues to come to life all around her. There wasn't a stench or a moan anywhere in the vicinity which made her wonder where the res of the prisoners were. Placing small hands around teh bars she let her gray eyes fall on the boys form once more.
It was clear that he wasn't very much liked if he was in this state. Though she knew of others that could be worse of, at least she'd seen others worse off. Kneeling down she crouched in front of him still holding the bars in her petite and delicate hands. Blinking slightly as to let her vision adjust once again. After wondering for a bit on who he may be he answered her though in a tone she hardly expected from a prisoner.
"King Edmund, the Just."
He seemed somewhere between shock and proud when he spoke. Made her wonder if he had not been tortured enough or if he enjoyed taunting his captors. "I see..." she said softly still looking him over. He seemed rather thin and lanky for a King. But then again she never knew what a king should look like, much less one of them. Biting her lip once more she considered what to do next. Her poker was still in her hand but against someone that looked this thin and weak why would she have need for it.
She slowly placed the quite heavy metal thing on the ground. It clattered louder than she had expected making her cringe slightly and mutter a sorry under her breath that she was quite certain he had not heard. She continued to look at him quite in awe of the boy. For that is what he was to her, a mere boy and yet to the Queen he was one of the biggest threats to her rein and existence. "Why does she fear you..." she more stated than asked as she continued to contemplate the boy almost at the same time as he seemed to inquire her name.
"And you are?" A bit of a guilty smile creased her features as she opened her mouth and spoke. "Christa... but everyone around here calls me shorty... I think they mock my height..." she said with a bit of a giggle not knowing how this would even effect the malnourished boy before her eyes.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 17, 2009 14:49:59 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] And then she knelt down, most likely to get a better sight of him. Edmund had no clue though why a girl like her would want to get a better view of him. He was quite certain he was skinny, which could be blamed upon the little food and water he received, he was covered in dried up blood from previous encounters with guards and random people that obeyed that bloody old witch and he was but a mere reflection of what he had once been.
The sound of metal on the cold ground rung through Edmund's ears and he grimaced. The harsh sound was not something his head could bare at the moment. Then again, what could he? What could he stand? After all the mistreatment he had received thus far, his nerves were not in a state to stand anything at all, let alone too much noise. Edmund could barely remember the time where he had felt perfectly fine, not a muscling aching, not even a bit. A time where nothing had hurt and where he had laughed. It felt like ages since he had last laughed. Edmund figured, he must have forgotten how to by now.
"Why does she fear you..."
Though Edmund hated to admit it, her soft voice was quite the pleasant surprise instead of the usual harsh voices or strong grumbling he heard every time one of them came to pay him a little 'visit'. Edmund couldn't help scoffing though. Oh he could give her so many reasons. For one starting with the fact that he had broken the girl's mistress's little wand before he he had actually been crowned. Strength didn't always have to show through build and manner, or so the younger Pevensie boy reasoned and had reasoned all of his life.
Once more, Edmund listened to her talking, answering his previous question. Christa, now he at least knew the name of the girl. He wondered though why she had been sent. Well he knew why she had been sent, the tool that had clattered against the ground earlier offered him enough of an answer. But what really ran through his mind was why she hadn't hurt him yet. Shouldn't she have at least spoken harshly to him by now? Hurt him even the slightest bit? Needless to say, it stir quite the curiosity within the young man. Much to his surprise, she giggled as she finished talking.
With mere a curious eye, Edmund allowed his gaze to settle upon Christa once more.
"Oh really?" he mocked, provoking her. After all, perhaps it was best to just get things over with. Then again, she didn't seem like a threat to him just yet. She hadn't hurt him yet so far, something that surprised as well as shocked him quite a lot.
"Do you mind it?" Edmund asked. Perhaps she wasn't much of a harm to him anyways, and perhaps it was best to just chat? For a change of the usual silence Edmund was used to be around by now?
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 17, 2009 15:06:18 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne "Why does she fear you..." As she had spoken the words so many things popped in er mind. Of why any one being would fear another. Destruction, death , torture even loss would come to mind but then again she had nothing to loose any longer except her life so she found herself wondering why she should begin to think this mere boy here was a threat to her or any of the others set about the fortress. Scurrying like rats being stalked by a cat...
As he seemed to scoff at the very thought. At least in her eyes she found herself shaking her head ans just studying what little dignity the boy could have left after all these long years with barely anything to eat and only the cold floor for comfort. Letting her eyes look up and then back at him she found herself thinking, if he in fact what the King then... would he not know what spring and summer were like... and would he, if at all... miss them. Biting her lip once more a full set of questions began to brew in her thoughts but she could not very well ask him any. She was the enemy, that's how they all saw the young girl and that's how she would remain in their thoughts forever more. At least that is how she broke things down in her mind.
She gulped slightly though after she had giggled. Feeling a bit like she was being too nice but lately she could not help it. A change had been taking place within the girl and since her talk to that man.... Matthew or something she even began to cradle the thought of actually leaving this place. But only if she agreed to help and that she wasn't sure if she could agree to just yet. She found herself letting her eyes fall on his face as he gave her a look. It wasn't a bad look mind you but more of curiosity or maybe awe?
"Oh really? Do you mind it?" She didn't like this tone this time. The mocking or taunting of it but she let it slide.... for once and tried her best to remain placid in the face of this quite dire situation. "At times I may... but when you have gnomes and mice for company you cant expect any better from them..." she said with a nod. Lowering her gaze she placed her hand in her side pocket and pulled out a small metal key. She then began to play with it in her pale hands. Gazing at it as the cold metal seemed to glisten in the dim light.
She then dared to look at him once more curiosity etched in her features. "What is it like... summer?" she found herself asking against her better judgment. The question though rather odd and stupid to many was somethings he'd been wondering for a long time and no matter who she asked they never knew how to satisfy her with a decent answer.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 17, 2009 16:39:28 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] Once more Edmund found himself listening to the soft and pleasant tunes of the girl's voice. It was different than most voices he had ran across. Not quite near as bombarding and thundering like the rough guards' voices, nor harsh and sniding like most captors' voices yet not hopeless and defeated like most captives' voices. It wasn't cold, yet it was at the same time. It was different. And he found himself liking the large difference it had with all the other ones.
He smirked as the girl said there wasn't anything better to expect from gnomes and mice. Then again, he realized she did have a valid point. Though he was quite convinced any company was better than none. Be it company of mice and gnomes, it was still better than being accompanied by silence. For silence would surely yet slowly drive the King of Narnia in sane. And then she got out something... Edmund could make out that it was in fact a key and he couldn't help but wonder.
"Is that my key?" he wondered out loud, curiosity getting the better of him.
She started toying with it, much to Edmund's dismay. The mere thought that it could be his key, his way to escape - even though he knew he wouldn't end up far - made him irritated, annoyed, that she would pester him in such a way. Even though he knew freedom wasn't exactly a possibility right now, it was luring and that key was luring all the more to him. He felt like simply snatching it out of her hands, even though he obviously couldn't, and make a run for it... even if his body was much protesting against that very idea.
And then she asked something, something that left him quite shocked as to why she asked. Even she had to have known summer right? Summer was after all quite beautiful. All four seasons were beautiful, but Edmund guessed that once you had too much of one good thing, it could get too good, become boring and loose its charm as things always did. Yet again Edmund stared at the girl, this time disbelief was written all over his features.Had she never ever known summer? How she had missed something dear, something as unique as it could be.
"It's sweet... like a strawberry."
Strawberry? Yes, that was definitely how Edmund would describe a summer.
"It's warm and hot, beautiful and luring yet refreshing for one's mind as well," Edmund explained, or at least that's how he saw the summer. The beautiful scenery, nothing more than memories now, and the warm weather, the many days spent on the beach and picnicking, messing around in the pure water of Narnia. Edmund enjoyed summers quite a lot.
"It's beautiful - I - there's not really a good way of explaining what summer is like," Edmund told the girl, feeling quite talkative and needy to answer... Then again, wouldn't anyone if they hadn't had someone to talk to in what felt like ages?
"There, did that answer your question?" he quirked a brow, leaning his head against the cold icy wall behind him.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 17, 2009 17:21:16 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne Her eyes once more fell on the small metal object in her hand as she mindlessly toyed with it. Tilting her head to get a better look at it she heard him speak and slowly turned her gaze on him. "Is that my key?" she didn't know exactly what to make of his words other than lucid hope. Frowning her brow a bit as though thinking on what to tell him she shrugged her tiny shoulders and nodded. "Yes, it actually is... but I wonder how far you'd get if you tried to leave and ended up with two broken legs instead of one..." she added absentmindedly.
"Though I won't be the one doing the breaking mind you... I think I'm far too past that to even consider it anymore..." a small sigh escaped her lips as she thought back to some more simple times when she was a mere mindless drone for the bitch and not just a simple girl. Things had never been simple and she imagined there was no such thing as a simple course for anyone in this land.
Her tone was not harsh nor unpleasing but rather calm. As if she spoke to an old friend. Sitting next to the cell she placed her hand once more in her pocket pulling out some food. An apple, as usual her favorite, a sandwich and some milk in a little pouch. She always had something on her since the gnomes and a few of her 'friends' always asked her for a snack. That is if she even considered most of them her friends... more like allies working together for a common goal. Granted her goal had changed but she rather they not suspect her of deceit than anything else.
"It's sweet... like a strawberry." she heard his voice speak of better time or things and turned to watch him. She had never seen summer, not being allowed outside the Underland or Carnadine for that matter, so she truly dint know and imagined she would never live to see it in her lifetime. His face registered shock while her's held only quaint amusement as he spoke."It's warm and hot, beautiful and luring yet refreshing for one's mind as well,"It's beautiful - I - there's not really a good way of explaining what summer is like,"
Tilting her head she also gathered a few berries in a little sack as well. People often wondered where she kept all these goodies but coming to the cells with a basket would not have been the correct course of action now would it? "There, did that answer your question?" Her face remained a bit stoic as she wondered and took a bit out of a strawberry she now held in her hand. "Summer, like this... it's red and juicy and interesting but I don't think the sun is dripping juice all over others." Yes, as usual she had taken things a bit to literal, to say the least.
"Still, summer seems like quite an impressive sight if you consider all the snow and ice all around this place... I think I would very much like to see Summer... " she said as if affirming the thought to herself more so than him. The turning her steel gray eyes towards him, she smiled little and spoke. "Hungry?"
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 18, 2009 7:41:26 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] "Yes, it actually is... but I wonder how far you'd get if you tried to leave and ended up with two broken legs instead of one..."
Edmund frowned at what she said... For some reason he couldn't see this girl hurting just about anyone, as a matter of fact, leaving alone the thought of her even breaking his leg. There was no way this girl looked even one bit capable of such thing. Then again, looks were treacherous things and one should never judge a book by its cover or a girl by her appearance. Still, the girl seemed far too calm to cause any harm and if she had wanted to she would have done so already.
He listened though as she continued, now explaining that she wouldn't be the one breaking his leg. So his assumption had been correct, she wouldn't do it. Edmund couldn't help but wonder why though, weren't all the Witch's minions pure evil?
"How come?" he questioned, curious to know why she wouldn't break his leg... not that he wanted her to - he didn't want anyone to - but why would she refuse hurting someone? After all, Edmund was still set on thinking that the Witch did not have any goodhearted minions, she didn't have them then, didn't have them now and wouldn't ever have them. For all that Edmund knew, she always chose the perfect minions.
Edmund watched herself sit down besides his cell, pulling out food soon enough. Now Edmund was simply convinced she had to be torturing him at this very moment. First the key, now the food. See, all her minions were evil. Without even realizing it himself, Edmund had come to glare at the food, as if it had done something wrong in itself.
"Summer, like this... it's red and juicy and interesting but I don't think the sun is dripping juice all over others."
Edmund was instantly shaken form whatever blaming thoughts he shoved upon the food by what she said, a look of pure surprise and disbelief smacked across his features as he merely stared at her wondering if she was for real before finally he chuckled. It had been a while since he had last chuckled, or even shown any sign of laughing for that matter. Yet now here he was, laughing - well chuckling to be exact - to his own delight. After a small while though, his laughter died down and he was left with a mere smile of delight lingering on his lips.
"Hungry?"
"Oh, not at all! They just left me to rot away with barely ever any food or water, I'd certainly not be starving by now," he scoffed once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Edmund couldn't help it though, the words had slipped from his lips before he had even realized they had. It had become instinct by now though, to defend himself with his words and act tough in front of just about any of his captors, he rarely ever didn't dare provoke them. He coughed, realizing he had been rather rude and impolite to the girl yet not quite understanding why it bothered him that much.
"Besides, it's not like you'd share,..." Edmund added quickly, his tone nothing like the tone from before, but calm and serene, as if he was merely stating the truth.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 18, 2009 12:10:42 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne "How come?" he seemed to be questioning not only her, but her intentions as well with those two simple words. How come... How come in deed... Her eyes just looked down towards the hall at the faint and lingering screams of where once even her sister stood chained and beaten to nothing. "I grow tired of this life... " she scoffed lightly. "If you can even begin to call it that... I want my family back... though I doubt they would have me after all I've done..." once more she bit her lip. Sadness was clear in her features but the girl could not bring herself to cry. And she was quite sure she never would even begin to think of producing one single and solitary tear from her eyes.
Stretching her legs in front of her she absentmindedly moved closer to the door of his cell. It was cold but at least she wore a coat, looking at him she could tell he could not say the same. She wondered why and then blinked slightly. She had never wondered the why of hings in this place. She had never wondered why they had to beat beings or torture them. She never thought why they needed to break them into nothing all because the mistress said so.
The mistress... the word tasted like bile to the girls lips and immediately she made a face and did her best not to gag. She began to wonder if it was truly her who did all those horrible things long ago or had she only been under a spell that had slowly begun to break with the years of endless madness. After taking a bite of her sweet strawberry another sound, this one new and almost unheard of by her made her turn to look once more inside the boys cell.
Was he laughing? she found herself thinking as the chuckle in his throat seemed to grow all around her. A giggle joined in soon after but not for very long. Christianne found that she indeed did like this sound and wanted to hear it again. She now smiled a little more brightly at the boy and watched as a smile was still lingering on his face as well. After the mention or rather offer of food she listened to his reply and shook her head.
"Oh, not at all! They just left me to rot away with barely ever any food or water, I'd certainly not be starving by now," The smile was still on her face but only it had diminished some. "They often do that around here..." She moved even closer as to whisper a big secret to the boy. "Just be thankful if you don't get the slop..." she added with a bit of a nod and a crinkle of the nose. She had, after all; tasted the slop and she knew right then that she much rather starve than eat that garbage.
"Besides, it's not like you'd share,..." Silently she placed her hand on the sandwich and thinking a bit on it before doing so she moved it through the bars and towards him. "Here... it's turkey... i think..." she said with a bit of a shrug. Granted she had made it but she just grabbed whatever was good and tasty without so much as even thinking on what it could be. She always made her own food and had her basket with her, but as before walking in with a basket to the dungeon would have gotten her locked up as well and that she knew quite well.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 19, 2009 8:06:17 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] Edmund was quite the attentive young fellow, and listened to Christa's every word of her explanation. Tired of this life? Now that did thoroughly shock him. He had expected none of them would grow tired of serving her, after all, wasn't she the very center of their world? The reason why they lived? Wouldn't they do anything for her? Die for her? Kill for her? Tear familiar apart for her? Not even blink as they ruined any chance of a future for other people? All of that, just for her?
They had no conscience when it came down to serving her, yet here was this girl, named Christa, and she was claiming she was getting tired of her life as servant to her one and only mistress... That was quite the contrary of what he had suspected. And it surprised him to no ends, however, he hid his surprise better than he expected himself to, as he merely stared at the bars, listening to her every word.
"If you can even begin to call it that... I want my family back... though I doubt they would have me after all I've done..."
Edmund's eyes instantly swept back to her, lingering on her being before they settled themselves upon her, not withdrawing his gaze anytime soon. What she said... It sounded oddly familiar. He remembered feeling that way, the one time before when he had been locked up here as well. When he had voluntarily helped the witch and had ended up betrayed, locked down. He had been the betrayer and the wrong doer. He had been an idiot and a - well just a plain idiot and betrayer and treacherous jerk. He had wondered many a time about whether his siblings would want him back... And they had taken him back in without question, without a doubt.
"Don't say that," Edmund smiled, a genuine smile that he offered her. His tone was gentle and perhaps even a bit soft. Then again, he felt as if he could relate to the girl better than anyone else out there.
"I mean ... - whatever really," Edmund covered up his little mistake. He didn't intend on being nice to any of his captors here, if anything, he wanted to make their lives hell when guarding him or torturing him or whatever evil plans they had concerning him. And to show such sincerity, such compassion to that girl, who was - whether he liked it or not - his captor, was not in his dictionary at the moment. So he averted his gaze once more, staring at the icy floor, just to avoid looking at her. He was not going to grow soft on anyone outside of the bars. Even if it started to seem she was just as much of a captive as he was, only treated better. But he pushed that thought to the side for now.
"Just be thankful if you don't get the slop..."
Instantly eyes snapped back her way. Was she being serious? For real? An amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. This girl was quite funny, even if she didn't intend to be. It amused him, and for some reason he couldn't stop himself from at least smiling just a tad bit. Wait - scratch that! He was not going to be friends with any of these people! ... Right? He shook his head involuntarily at his own thoughts, turning his head and forcing himself to look at the boring walls once again. The eighteen year old couldn't help looking at her from the corner of his eye though, especially when he was met with silence.
What he saw, managed to surprise him all the more. And then she spoke, confirming his suspicion and his surprise all the more. He couldn't help but wonder why: why was she being so nice to him? For all he knew, they were enemies, she was supposed to beat the crap out of him - even if he couldn't exactly see her doing so -, she should be pestering him, taunting him, not treating him nicely. How could he ever dislike her if she treated him nicely, took care of him by offering him her food?
"Here... it's turkey... i think..."
Hunger obviously got the better of him though, as he shoved himself forward, coming to seat himself by the bars, before accepting the food. He hadn't eaten anything nice the past few months, and it looked so good. I guess it is right to say that human beings were indeed weak. Hungry as he may have been, he had the annoying feeling that he wouldn't have accepted it either way had it been just about any other captor to offer him. He didn't suspect the sandwich to be... bad, nor did he expect her to trick him.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 19, 2009 13:22:22 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne As she could only look down at her feet and bit her lip. Wondering what would she even try to do if she could ever escape. After all it was always winter so at least she imagined she would know how to survive the cold, if she could survive to see outside the massive walls that surrounded her. "Don't say that," she heard his voice, a faint whisper in the dark and smiled but only a little. "I only say what I know in my heart to be true... who would want to take back someone that has betrayed everyone and held cause all this madness..." her voice was too a mere whisper, mostly to herself than to the captive in the cell.
"Well... no more of that... no room for self pity in the castle now is there..." she added in quite the mechanical tone as if she was repeating words that were spoken to her constantly. "I mean ... - whatever really," Blinking slightly she looked at him and merely shrugged. No more out pour of any emotion from her for emotions were a weakness that no one in Carnadine could afford. As she had learned from watching countless couples be tortured until death or unconsciousness for even giving each other one meaningful glance.
Placing a hand inside the small berries bag she grabbed another juicy strawberry from the bunch. Eating it and savoring the flavor. Though not her favorite by far but it was good and a rare commodity to behold. "It's very strange to even get berries around here anymore... or any sort of fruit for that matter... Have you ever seen real wild berries?" she found herself absentmindedly asking him another of what any would consider a dumb question. She was making a bit of conversation though, keeping away for any thought of what had become of her father and sisters during and after the war.
She caught a glimpse of a smile that faded almost instantly from his lips. She found she wanted him to smile,it was nice. Furrowing her brow slightly she sighed and turned to face the cell door. Tilting her head she seemed to be studying him a bit. Wondering why his moods seemed to change so quickly. But figuring it had to do with endless months of torture. "It's been almost three years since she won... and it's practically midnight, if you were wondering..." she though it sounded helpful but to someone in an ice block what would time and space mean, really.
Another giggle escaped her as she watching him practically snatch the sandwich from her hand. "Thank you," were his last words before he began to devour the thing like a ravenous dog. "Perhaps I was wrong and you do get the slop..." she added as an after thought looking at him eat. "Milk?" she then added placing the small leather bag inside the cell and taking her red apple in her hand. A small smile pierced her lips she liked having company but that was a rare commodity as well these days. Taking a bite from the apple she managed to get some juice down her chin and blushed slightly. "Sorry..." she said beginning to wipe off the little mess.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 19, 2009 14:37:11 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] "I only say what I know in my heart to be true... who would want to take back someone that has betrayed everyone and held cause all this madness..."
Edmund couldn't help frowning. Now that made no sense. Whatever she believed, she wasn't right. Or so he thought. Yet again he had the strange feeling to comfort her, say a little more and perhaps ease her mind with less worries and doubts, which he was certain must've been occupying her mind constantly, or whenever she had nothing else to busy her. He remembered very well how he had felt, being locked up in the witch's castle for the first time and left to his thoughts with the company of Tumnus the faun. It was then that he had realized just how wrong he had been, and how much of a fool. Regret came with time.
"Perhaps we do have something in common," Edmund mumbled to himself, now thinking about it. She seemed to have betrayed her family, or so she claimed, which Edmund had just sort of done as well. Right in that very split second, Edmund felt like spilling his entire history to the girl, claiming that he wasn't named 'the just' for no reason and that he would've been best to judge a person... if his anger and wrath didn't blind him that is. But, he restrained the urge to do so, instead merely offering her a sympathetic smile, a smile that showed he understood, even if he doubted she would ever catch that smile and know why he understood her very problems.
He assumed she had heard the history of the four Pevensies, as just about any Narnia, but one could never be sure, right? Taking another bite out of the sandwich, Edmund wasn't very shocked to hear yet another rather random question from her. Now she was interested in wild berries? It seemed like she didn't get out very much. Edmund had seen quite a lot of them, either when going on a picnic with his siblings, or going riding or just hanging out around Narnia. There had been plenty of them in the woods a few summers back, the last summer he could remember he spent in the woods without having to think about a war that is.
"Plenty," he finally answered. Edmund was half tempted to add "I'll show you one day" but was quite certain that was not the appropriate thing to suggest. After all, the two of them remained enemies and this little late-night dinner would not make any difference... right? Once more, the Just King found him questioning his own self. Was it going to make a difference? In all honesty, he wasn't quite sure, but he wasn't about to admit that to himself. The moment Edmund got out of here, alive or dead, there was no way he'd ever get to show her wild berries one day... right? Of course! He was such a fool sometimes.
"It's been almost three years since she won... and it's practically midnight, if you were wondering..."
So it had been three years... Three years since he had been locked up in this dump, had traveled around from cage to cage. He was actually... quite proud of himself, he hadn't expected to survive this long. He looked at her once more with wondering gaze.
"If I really have been here for three years, how come I only saw you now?" Edmund asked, quite curious about the matter. Her company was quite different from the company he was used to, different than the terrorizing men who often visited his cell for torture, different than the hopeless Narnians he had been tossed about over the years - apparently.
"Please," he accepted her offer for milk. It was good to be eating again. He didn't know how he would ever repay her for this splendid treatment, after all, who knew if they would ever get to see each other again? It had taken three years for him to finally meet her, he could be dead by the next time... if there even was a next time. Hell! Why was he thinking about wanting to see her again in the first place? It was not appropriate to be happy to see an enemy, it just didn't make sense! Yet here he was, proving the exact opposite to himself.
For the first time, his eyes twinkled as he looked at her with interest. What exactly had happened to a girl like her to end up in a place like this? She wasn't unpleasant company, as he had just proved to himself that he actually enjoyed having her as company. She was nice. Quite the difference with the likes he usually ran across here in these stupid dungeons. Eyes were still on her though, finding it a bit hard to avert them. So, naturally, he watched her mess up. He smiled as she apologized.
"Don't worry, it happens," he smiled.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 19, 2009 15:41:33 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne "Perhaps we do have something in common," Hardly... was the word that came to her thought when she heard him say that. Why would a King and a commoner have anything in common and yet he seemed to have said that more to himself than her or anyone else for that matter. A small smile still graced the girls lips as he placed her chin on her knees and looked at him. "I should hope not..." she said quietly more so to herself than to him. Though it would be a good thing in a way to have something in common with someone else. Someone she could try and talk to she knew very well that she should not be spilling any secrets to him any time soon. After all what if he knew her siblings... or her father for that matter, what would he think of her then...
She let her eyes raise towards his face and just looked at him seem calm and content. Almost peaceful even... She could hear the fire cackling in the torches and slightly remembered some of the many horrid things she had done down here as a mere tot among men. Her mind seemed to travel a bit back as the screams of her very own sister filled her ears and yet back then she did not feel remorse... possibly all part of the spell.
"Plenty," his voice once more seemed to rile the girl away from petty thoughts and back on him. Smiling softly once again she decided not to be petty and cruel and just relax. Though when you worked so close to the Queen could you ever truly... relax and find peace... no... "I've always seen them in baskets and tarts but never on a shrub nor tree..." she added to his simplistic reply. She wondered what one would look like and would she even be able to fathom the magnificence of it if her eyes landed on such a sight. "I wonder if there are any orchards left in Narnia... or in my father's island for that matter..." her eyes widened slightly at her last words and she immediately gulped a bit but tried to remain calm.
Surely he would not ask or wonder if he knew who her family was... would he... As he spoke, however she found herself grateful for the change of topic. Not that any topic involving Carnadine or her was good but at least it lead away from her family and would be home. "If I really have been here for three years, how come I only saw you now?" Blinking a bit and thinking she didn't know how to answer him. "Well, she keeps me busy... I used to run the fortress keep the gnomes working and all that while she came back... then I was to basically be her little home slave so she barely lets me out of her sight as is... but now that the resistance is forming she has other things to occupy her mind..." the last part made her smile and nod a bit. Now that the Queen was busy she wasn't as watched as before which made her smile.
Once more she took the bright red apple to her lips and another bite of fruit from her lips. She could not help but giggle and clean her self up as best she could. Not really caring about the stains that would form on her dress. One thing she had always been was a bit of a messy eater. But then again when you grow up with nothing you learn to appreciate anything given and not to take thing for granted. "These are my favorites... good thing i don't have to steal them but I'm sure soon there will be none left..." It was a bit sad for her to think that slowly their supplies where dwindling but with endless snow and ice who would ever be able to grow any proper food.
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Post by King Edmund the Just on Apr 26, 2009 8:07:44 GMT -5
[/color][/i][/size][/center] "I should hope not..."
They both had betrayed their family. But Edmund was not in the mood to have such memories be brought back to pain him. Hence why he stopped his thoughts about his betrayal right then and there and decided not to answer what she had just said, instead settling on merely gazing at the icy walls with a blank expression. After all, he was trying to avoid a subject that had remained rather touchy to the just King even after all these years.
"I wonder if there are any orchards left in Narnia... or in my father's island for that matter..."
With sheer curiosity Edmund turned to look at the girl once more. Her father had an island? He must be an important man if that were to be true. For some reason, he didn't think the girl was lying, for the look on her face told him she regretted what she had said mere seconds ago, probably scared to let him know too much. And the Pevensie couldn't help but wonder what exactly it is that she was trying to hide. He scanned the small list of men that ruled over the Islands near Narnia. Sadly enough, he couldn't figure any of them as this girl's father, all families were intact, no girl missing except for - that couldn't quite be, right?
"Your father has an island?" he questioned, blinking at her, mind racing at super speed. With a scrutinizing eye, he stared at her intently, trying to see the resemblance. But it had been so long since he had seen any of them. That and the fact that he had been stuffed in these dark dungeons for so long so he was afraid his mind might just be playing tricks on him and that Christa was not that girl. Not that daughter. After all, she couldn't be... right?
"Well, she keeps me busy..."
All of his attention was on her further explanation at the moment, his thoughts being driven far away from who this Christa may be. Edmund nodded as he listened to her soft voice.
"I hope I get to see you more now," he admitted, surprising even himself by his bold statement. It was the truth though.
"You're nice company," he added, smiling slightly. Truth be told, she was the best company he'd had around here so far. She was different than the typical minions of Jadis that came to pay him a little visit, and different from the other captives as well. Her presence was soothing. It was nice to talk to someone about anything other than their failure at the war, or their loss of men or anything else that was in a certain way related to the war or his captivity. It was nice to talk in general, for he had after all remained quiet for quite some time now, only further irritating his guards.
"These are my favorites... good thing i don't have to steal them but I'm sure soon there will be none left..."
"Winter tends to have that effect on things..."
Edmund sighed, the small smile lingering onto his features. It was a bittersweet smile though, as he thought about the general effect winter had on just about anything. The icy cold killed almost everything, and it wouldn't be long before Jadis had turned Narnia into a cold snow land once more. Edmund figured it already was the crystal and cold place it had been hundreds of years before.
"How do you put up with this kind of life?" he finally dared ask her, not knowing why anyone would want to remain living in this cold fortress that, though he imagined it to be beautiful at first, lost its charm after a few days? What was the use of sticking around here? Was this girl truly that devoted to the evil witch, perhaps - perhaps not? Edmund often wondered why anyone would willingly choose Jadis's side, and the girl had shown to be no threat to him just yet, so he risked asking the one question that had popped up once more.
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Post by Christianne Danell on Apr 27, 2009 16:17:02 GMT -5
I was caught in the Rain.. Wasting my Time on the Ground
Christianne"Your father has an island?" Out of all the things he could think of asking her this was the one she did not wish to reply to. Had it been lighter she imagined he would be able to see the crimson tinge of shame that creped up her pale neck towards her cheeks. Tilting her face slightly forward her dark hair seemed to fall, framing her face as she pushed some strands behind her ear. "Not many men own an island now do they..." she replied staring forward at the darkness down the hall.
Pursing her lips slightly she turned her face towards the boy watching him quite skeptically. Her apple lay next to her all but forgotten as she placed her head on her knees once more. She could tell he was thinking... the cranks and gears beginning to work on just who she really was and why she was here. She was never a fool... she had learned at a very young age than to be a fool in the Queens court was to ask for certain death.
"I hope I get to see you more now," Blinking slightly at his statement a small smile appeared on her features. "You're nice company," This time the girl giggled and shook her head making her dark tresses dance in the unseen wind. "Not many would say the same..." Biting her lip she still remained lightly smiling at the boy. He was almost... sweet to her. It was odd and quite a new feeling for her.
"I've been told you annoy the men around here... you and your brother..." she absentmindedly began her random banter. As was her usual way when his voice and thoughts seemed to interrupt her own. "Winter tends to have that effect on things..." Blinking slightly she still remained looking at him. "Winter... snow and cold... I saw a butterfly once... I wonder if there are any left now though..." she was doubtful though but she did remember what it looked like and how it's wings shimmered in the sun.
She moved her hand though trying to imitate the fast movements of the smaller insect. She remembered as it had landed on a flower and she had scared it off right after touching one of it's wings. "How do you put up with this kind of life?" She jerked up slightly from her thoughts to his question. It was simple and straight to the point, no dilly dallying around the subject. She made a bit of a face as if trying to figure out how to explain... "I... well, I grew up here, don't know any other life... I guess..." Shrugging her shoulders slightly as she finished her answer she turned to look at him once more.
"Why do you fight against it? ... Is it really better..." Now it was her turn to ask. She sat there still on the floor just waiting for his answer. Still, there was no rational excuse for the things she'd done but she would not be sharing any of it... not now... nor ever if she could help it.
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