((Open RP. Please ask to join; post a pic of your character please. If you join in later, please read the comments prior so you can join in logically.)) Falicia slowly ate the last strawberry off her plate. She savored every bite of the sweet fruit. She had but a nibble left when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She slowly looked over her shoulder at the man who touched her. Miss Falicia, please come with us quietly. We need not cause a disturbance here... She recognized him suddenly as one of the bounty hunters. Falicia Alberline was the great granddaughter Francisco Alberline, Lord of Alberline Manor in the outskirts of Madrid. She had lived her entire life there with her grandmother until she passed on. It was then that her uncle, Lord Sabel, moved into the Manor. He was a tyrant and very abusive towards her. He removed all the regular servants and replaced them with his own. All except their butler. He was a bit younger than one would suspect a butler to be, and more protective of his household. She had runaway after one terrible fight with Lord Sabel. It started with her asking him for a few coins to pay the merchant, and ended with her black eye and bloody nose. Since then, she had been trying to dodge the bounty hunters hired to bring her back, since she knew that the man would be even more unforgiving. Now looking into the eyes of the man, she knew she had stayed too long in the cafe a couple providences south. She ran; ran faster and harder than she had ever before. She wouldnt be caught. She wouldnt be taken back to the tyrant. She turned down a back alley, her sandals slapping the cobblestone. She heard the mans shoes doing the same behind her. She grabbed onto the flowing lace of her sundress and yanked backwards. It ripped, but the force still flung her backwards into his arms. She cried, Stop, please! Just let me go! I dont want to go back! The man ignored her as he drug her back down the alleyway. Id stop if I were you... a voice echoed through the path. She looked up to see her butler standing a few paces ahead of them, his pocket pistol draw...
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:54:06 +0000
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