Escape now and try to get home

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<i>What home?</i> You ponder, you have no place you can call home. There are only places to sleep, steal and hide from the authorities and gangs alike. Nevertheless, you can always just go back to lurking around your usual alleys. You don't appreciate being thrusted into an unfamiliar environment such as this. With a sigh, you turn around to leave and begin to walk down the stairs. Stepping off the final stair, you get the strange feeling that something's wrong. A sound? A smell? You dive to the ground and roll sideways, just as an object hits the ground where you were with a metallic clang. You strain to raise your head, and you find a woman walking resolutely towards you, knife in her right hand, a small mounted crossbow on her raised left wrist. She wears a tattered, sleeved cotton shirt and brown, leather trousers. As soon as she is within 5 metres, you roll onto your belly, lift yourself to your feet in one swift motion spin around and put all your weight into a punch to the jaw. An attack you favoured while living on the streets. She stumbles to the ground, and you hastily mount and restrain her to deter further assault. Your hands planted firmly on her forearms, one knee on her chest and the other on the ground next to her body. You put all your effort into keeping her arms restrained.
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<i>What home?</i> You ponder, you have no place you can call home. There are only places to sleep, steal and hide from the authorities and gangs alike. Nevertheless, you can always just go back to lurking around your usual alleys. You don't appreciate being thrusted into an unfamiliar environment such as this. With a sigh, you turn around to leave and begin to walk down the stairs. Stepping off the final stair, you suddenly sense something coming your way. Something fast. Something dangerous. You dive to the ground just as a projectile hits the ground where you were with a metallic clang. Gasping, you roll yourself back onto your feet, senses on high alert. You strain to raise your head to find a thin, dark figure menacingly striding towards you. It doesn't seem to take its eyes off you as it reloads the crossbow mounted on its right wrist. You feel a cold sweat seeping down your spine, and you can't tell whether your body wants to freeze , fight or fly. You feel true fear for the first time in years. The silhouette stops not 10 metres away and cocks its half-concealed face. You flinch as its voice abruptly permeates the silent, eerie air.
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"Well that fucking hurts." She whines, looking off to the side away from your accusing eyes.
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"I am impressed. It's not often you find someone with precognitive abilities." To your surprise the voice is feminine, and contains no hint of malice. As if to ease your fears, it says, "The dart was filled with a sedative. I meant no harm, we just cannot risk you leaving us at a time like this."
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"Well, that's what you get for attacking me," you retort.
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''At a time like this?''
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"You shouldn't have tried to leave." She says, turning her head to meet your eyes. “You travel all the way here, knock on the door and run away?”
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She removes the scarf from the bottom half of her face, breathing in the cold night air. "Come. There is food and a warm bed waiting inside." Her voice and body language are welcoming and gentle, under other circumstances you might relax, yet you have already inferred that she isn’t giving you a choice. Despite yourself you begin to feel your own exhaustion catch up with you, along with an agonizing appetite, nothing would make you happier than a meal and a good night’s sleep.
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Ignoring her query, you ask quite sternly, “you would rather me dead than gone?" 
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*[[/Follow her]]
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She sneers menacingly and says, "if I wanted you dead, you would be. The bolt was filled with a tranquilizing agent."
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*[[/Run]]
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You ponder this for a moment in silence, what is she talking about?
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[[Category: Dark Nights]]
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"Which means?"
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At that, her expression changes to that of irritation, "it <i>wasn't</i> going to kill you." Her breath fills your nose with the pungent odour of tobacco. You grimace momentarily, it reminds you of your father. You press down harder, the weight of your knee seems to hinder her ability to breathe. And she continues through ragged breaths, "knock you out for a while."
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She couldn't have just said something? Called after you? You express this and she snorts, amused, "diplomacy isn't really my forte." You stare at her matter-of-fact expression, bemused. Is she stupid or just lazy? "I hope you'll remember that. Not everyone gets the chance to.” You assume she’s bluffing, but the way she looks at you makes you feel like it’s the truth. Those cold, brown eyes and tight, chapped lips.
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"Now, if you could get off me, that would be nice." Her tone implies politeness but her face is taut and filled with impatience. You are not eager to see it turn to wrath. Or are you?
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*[[Dark Nights/Do as she says|Do as she says]] <!--Thank you-->
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*[["Make me"]]
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*[[Dark Nights/Knock her out and go home|Knock her out and go home]]
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Current revision as of 01:11, 29 November 2017

What home? You ponder, you have no place you can call home. There are only places to sleep, steal and hide from the authorities and gangs alike. Nevertheless, you can always just go back to lurking around your usual alleys. You don't appreciate being thrusted into an unfamiliar environment such as this. With a sigh, you turn around to leave and begin to walk down the stairs. Stepping off the final stair, you suddenly sense something coming your way. Something fast. Something dangerous. You dive to the ground just as a projectile hits the ground where you were with a metallic clang. Gasping, you roll yourself back onto your feet, senses on high alert. You strain to raise your head to find a thin, dark figure menacingly striding towards you. It doesn't seem to take its eyes off you as it reloads the crossbow mounted on its right wrist. You feel a cold sweat seeping down your spine, and you can't tell whether your body wants to freeze , fight or fly. You feel true fear for the first time in years. The silhouette stops not 10 metres away and cocks its half-concealed face. You flinch as its voice abruptly permeates the silent, eerie air.

"I am impressed. It's not often you find someone with precognitive abilities." To your surprise the voice is feminine, and contains no hint of malice. As if to ease your fears, it says, "The dart was filled with a sedative. I meant no harm, we just cannot risk you leaving us at a time like this."

At a time like this?

She removes the scarf from the bottom half of her face, breathing in the cold night air. "Come. There is food and a warm bed waiting inside." Her voice and body language are welcoming and gentle, under other circumstances you might relax, yet you have already inferred that she isn’t giving you a choice. Despite yourself you begin to feel your own exhaustion catch up with you, along with an agonizing appetite, nothing would make you happier than a meal and a good night’s sleep.

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