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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:05:05 GMT -5
(Sorry went and ate dinner) Julia sighed but it turned into a cough. She sniffed as she spoke. "Oh, it's nothing. I have an interrogation in a few hours. Hopefully I die before I go in there. Scumbags." She felt the blood coming up in her throat. She coughing again and then spit a bit away from her. "So, how did you end up in here?" (No problem) "Took a cyanide pill that turned out to be a dud" Harry replied "Not a great experience, I'll admit. It sounds like they have something planned for me, too, but I don't know when. Anyway, what about you? How did you end up in here"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 18:08:38 GMT -5
"I was working at a café when several guys asked me to leave. They were having a secret meeting of sorts. They spoke English to each other about starting a fire fight and blaming it on the Resistance. I heard the whole plan and then mocked them. I told them that they wouldn't get away with it." She shrugged, not that he could see her do it. "Foolish, I know, but I love a challenge."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:13:29 GMT -5
Adele had sat as instructed, grateful for the presence of Emmeline to show her exactly what she should do. She had no doubt that she would be completely lost without the other girl, and probably would have messed up already. Things were enough different here that Adele would have to do a little bit of work to make sure that she did everything right.
"Oh, I've found the castle very pleasant, thank you, Your Majesty," Adele responded politely "The tour was wonderful, and it was very interesting to hear about the history of the castle,"
This was the right response, she felt. Polite and appreciative. And it showed that she valued the tour Emmeline had given. It would also show that she appreciated the castle, too, and it explained what she liked about it
(Sorry it's short)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:20:03 GMT -5
"I was working at a café when several guys asked me to leave. They were having a secret meeting of sorts. They spoke English to each other about starting a fire fight and blaming it on the Resistance. I heard the whole plan and then mocked them. I told them that they wouldn't get away with it." She shrugged, not that he could see her do it. "Foolish, I know, but I love a challenge." "Don't we all love a good challenge?" Harry asked "I know I do. That's why I became a spy in the first place. But yeah, what you did, probably not the brightest idea. But we can all say that in hindsight. Like in hindsight, I probably should have taken two pills with me in case one was a dud. So, you know, we all make mistakes sometimes,"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 18:27:50 GMT -5
"I've only been here a few days and I have nothing to show for it. Dang, Winston is sure to kill me." She began to grumble to herself. After a few moments of silence, Julia's breathing soften as if she'd fallen asleep. She had grown weak without food or water. She'd been in the cell for three days already. She had barely managed to sleep and this may be her last time. (wow, so dramatic)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:30:24 GMT -5
(Okay, any thoughts on what should happen now?)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 18:38:00 GMT -5
(well, perhaps he realizes he is actually in the same cell, for one. Hm... he may hear in the distance what they plan to do to her in the interrogation room, perhaps torture. OR literally, we skip to the torture and he is not there to watch. She is thrown back in the cell, beaten, bruised, and bloody? idk what should happen honestly... Your thoughts?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:42:02 GMT -5
(Well, I was thinking that they were maybe in two separate cells, next to each other, with bars between them? And maybe we should skip to after the interrogation, when she's thrown back in? And then maybe they take Harry?)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 18:46:15 GMT -5
(sure, those work)
Julia let out a whimper as she was literally thrown back into her sell. She groaned but did not try to get up for her crumpled heap. She had been beaten in more ways than one. Punched, sliced, stabbed, among other things. She wished to be somewhere else rather than there. Once she was thrown back in, a guard came in and clamped the chain on her ankle before heading for the next cell. "You're next." He said ominously, as two other guards followed him to Harry's cell.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 18:50:40 GMT -5
"Come on, Englishman" growled one of the guards who pulled a struggling Harry out of his cell "Let's hope that you have something to say, huh? Or its going to be a painful evening for you"
Harry had caught sight of Julia as she'd been thrown in, and he'd been desperate to help her, but as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness he had seen that they were separated and he couldn't reach her. Not very well, anyway.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 18:53:45 GMT -5
Julia wished death would come, but all that greeted her was silence and the scent of blood. She curled up into a ball and tried to sleep, doing her best to ignore the pain. She tried to think of something else. Harry. He sounded like a nice guy. Heaven protect him from the horrors he would endure. She let out a cough, blood dripping from her lips. France was not a nice place.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 19:02:44 GMT -5
It felt like an eternity before a half-conscious Harry was dragged back down to his cell.
"He's going to be trouble," said one of the guards "chain him up, give him the same treatment as the American. The Brit's got a foul mouth on him until we want some information, then he shuts right up."
Harry let out a cry as a heavy chain was secured around his now broken ankle. If felt like everything was broken. He had broken fingers and toes and a broken ankle, broken and bruised ribs. Then they'd decided they were done with breaking bones and they'd sliced him, leaving him with nice gashes on his cheek, collarbone and stomach.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 19:06:00 GMT -5
"Merry friggin' Christmas," Julia called softly over to him, trying to make light of the situation, but failing miserably, but at least she tried.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 19:08:43 GMT -5
Harry, now fully conscious thanks to the searing pain of having the chain secured around his ankle, couldn't help but snort in response to the woman's comment
"And to you," he responded "So, did you tell them anything?"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 19:19:12 GMT -5
"I told them to shove it," Julia replied weakly, closing her two swollen eyes.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 19:22:49 GMT -5
"Good. I just told them that if they wanted to know how a cyanide pill could be a dud they should try some on themselves and see what happens. We should just try and hold off for as long as possible" Harry responded
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 19:34:53 GMT -5
"Or, we could lie," Julia couching up more blood.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 19:42:03 GMT -5
"It's a risk," Harry murmured, before coughing up a bit of his own blood "If they find out we lied we're done for. Maybe if we're cryptic, speaking in half-truths, giving them just enough of what they want? No, then they'd lose patience and we'd still be giving them information"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 19:49:29 GMT -5
(Maybe they're stuck in here for a few months then get rescued when the war ends? There friendship and relationship grow but then they get separated. They can write to each other and then reunite and be the cutest thing ever)
Julia vomited some of her own blood up before falling unconscious.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 19:52:13 GMT -5
(Ooh, that sounds great! Anything you want to skip to?)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 19:54:37 GMT -5
(maybe they get more people in the cells so they put Harry and Julia together. (: )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 6, 2017 20:03:45 GMT -5
"Move it, Cyanide" snapped one of the guards, grabbing Harry and moving him out of his cell and into the one next to him. With Julia.
Cyanide was Harry's newly acquired nickname, something that had grown over the past few weeks, among the guards. It was meant to be mocking him but to be honest he thought it sounded more cool than anything.
"Well, we meet again," Harry smiled to Julia once they were alone again.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jan 6, 2017 20:42:47 GMT -5
"Hey," Julia gave a weak smile. She was a bit better, allowing her to have some food and water, but more water than anything. She was still healing from her most recent abuse. She never told Harry what they did to her, for she was ashamed and fearful of what would happen if she told. She shivered, feeling a bit under the weather despite being fed more than once a week. She stared at him, wanting to almost embrace him. She had not hugged a person in a month.
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Post by liz on Jan 6, 2017 22:53:36 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Peake,
I hope all is going well in the war. I am indeed very glad to hear you are safe. And I have happy news to share with you, Ambassador Jefferson has asked for my hand in marriage. Of course, Thomas wants to take it slow, he's taking me to France until the war is over, he believes a cunning, charming woman like myself will help the Marquee de Lafayette lead his own people to revolution. I leave with him in two days time, although my return home is not decided yet.
I wish you all the best, Eleanor Thompson
(Cries)
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 6, 2017 23:33:46 GMT -5
(oh thank god i'm finally out of hell school so my replies will be a lot faster)
Well then, This was a lot to take in for Sebastian. "Ja, ähm, in Ordnung..." (Yeah, um, alright...) He had no idea if he was supposed to speak English with her, but in his slight frenzy he didn't - no, couldn't - really care. This had all happened so fast, just a couple of days ago he was welcoming the spy inside. Absolutely insane in Sebastian's book. Letting out a sigh he filled up another smaller suitcase, this time with family possessions and what have you that he absolutely could not under any circumstances leave behind. He changed into different, more concealing clothing, trying to block out the voices of the no doubt Nazis at his front door. "Ich äh, ich bin bei mir zu Hause." (I'm uh, I'm at my home.) He said to her, letting her know where he was. "No, I meant once you get out and you get somewhere safe. I already have surveillance on your house. Talking of that, your door is going to splinter soon and you don't want to be there when they get through so you might want to run, sir." Irene replied "Ethan's trying to hold the door closed, I think, but it's not going to hold off for long. You need to get out of the house, right now,. If you don't have a back door, climb through a window." Irene sounded remarkably calm, but that was probably just because she was sitting behind a desk in England, and she was in no real danger of any kind. Rather unlike Sebastian and Ethan at that moment in time. "Sch*iße..." Sebastian whispered under his breath as he got everything into his suitcase that he'll need (and possessions he absolutely could not leave behind) to flee his mother country, before scurrying as quietly as he could towards Ethan's room, at the back of the house. He wasn't paying attention to the weird stuff lying around the room, the only thing he was focused on was the conveniently large window in the room, to which he immediately dropped the suitcases and dug his long fingers under the latch for the window and flung it open. Mustering his strength he grabbed one suitcase and threw it out the window, it landing on the little pathway outdoors. He did the same for the other suitcase, managing to chuck it out the window before doing the same for himself, landing with a painful grunt on the pathway. His heart was absolutely racing as he got his items together, making sure the latches were tight on his suitcases and trying to slow his ragged breathing down. "I am uh, not i-inside my hau-house a-anymore..." Sebastian said, finally switching over to English, wondering what he should do next.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 4:13:25 GMT -5
"Hey," Julia gave a weak smile. She was a bit better, allowing her to have some food and water, but more water than anything. She was still healing from her most recent abuse. She never told Harry what they did to her, for she was ashamed and fearful of what would happen if she told. She shivered, feeling a bit under the weather despite being fed more than once a week. She stared at him, wanting to almost embrace him. She had not hugged a person in a month. "You okay?" Harry asked gently. Over the course of his imprisonment here, he and Julia had asked those questions to each other more times than he could count, but this time he really meant it. She didn't look too good. Harry himself was looking considerably thinner, and even lacking some muscle after a period of starvation a little while ago during which he'd began to digest muscle. It wasn't too bad, but it was a significant change. His weight now, he knew, was closer to that of a child's than a full grown man, but he knew it was slowly gaining again. He was being given food again now and he was slowly beginning to put back on a fraction of what he'd lost.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 4:22:08 GMT -5
Dear Mr. Peake,
I hope all is going well in the war. I am indeed very glad to hear you are safe. And I have happy news to share with you, Ambassador Jefferson has asked for my hand in marriage. Of course, Thomas wants to take it slow, he's taking me to France until the war is over, he believes a cunning, charming woman like myself will help the Marquee de Lafayette lead his own people to revolution. I leave with him in two days time, although my return home is not decided yet.
I wish you all the best, Eleanor Thompson (Cries) (Oh God she called him Mr Peake too. Why so distant? He's going to pretend to be happy for her but be secretly super heartbroken) Dear Miss Thompson,
I do hope I addressed you correctly, I don't know when you are to become Mrs Jefferson. Well, that is fantastic news, I am pleased for you. Please do pass my congratulations on to Mr Jefferson when you see him. It seems I will be getting a chance to meet him a lot sooner than I thought if you are marrying. And of course also tell him to give his greetings to Monsieur Lafayette, who is a old friend of mine.
As for me, I survived the attack, along with most of my battalion. But we are building up to a rather large battle, I feel. I think this battle will be the decider of the war, so I hope to see you soon, if it goes well.
Congratulations and best wishes, Isaac Peake
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 4:31:09 GMT -5
"Okay, good, you're out of the house," Irene said, relief in her voice "Now, wait for a little in case Ethan comes out. I'll tell you when you should move on"
There were sounds of shouting and gunfire inside the house, sounds of struggling and groans of pain. It didn't sound like it was going well.
"Well I think we should move o-" Irene began, but was interrupted by Ethan clambering out through the window, looking dishevelled and with various cuts and bruises, along with what looked like a gunshot wound on his arm, but which he had apparently bandaged up with a makeshift tourniquet from his shirt.
Ethan let out a sigh of relief "Woah, they nearly had me for a minute there. Let's not go through that again if we can help it"
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 7, 2017 4:38:26 GMT -5
Sebastian bit his lip so hard when the gunfire shook through his eardrums, his hands flying over them in some sort of attempt to block out the loud bangs, that he was actually sure that he drew some blood and it was beginning to trickle down his chin. But as soon as Ethan jumped out the window, Sebastian sighed with relief as he wiped the blood away, trying to ignore the incessant ringing in his ears from the gunshots as he grabbed for his suitcases. "W-Where do I-we g-go now?" Sebastian said to both Irene and Ethan, running a hand through his hair as he tried to prevent himself from biting his already bleeding lip again. Those Nazis would come back, no doubt with reinforcements, so whatever they did had to involve some sort of running or hiding.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 4:46:31 GMT -5
The Queen smiled and nodded, picking up a knife to start eating. "I'm glad you like it. I do, as well. It's so large, sometimes I still get lost." The fact that this was both sympathetic and bragging had been intentional, as things usually were with the Queen. She looked to Emeline, as she always did, looking for a similar statement.
Of course, Emeline had not been taught this in the same way her mother had. She was trained in a much more brutal warfare, even if she'd not been shown the actual brutality. So the first thing that came to mind was a barb thrown at her mother, and while it would have been alright at any other time, dinner was an exception. So, instead, she said, "yes, exploring it can take a while."
The Queen looked at least somewhat pleased, to Emeline's relief. The King, however, not so much. "I don't think our guest," he looked at his wife as he spoke the word, raising a single eyebrow in her direction. "Will need to go enough places to warrant getting lost, do you not agree?" He looked at the three women, daring them to argue.
"Love, why should she not see how beautiful our castle is?" Alessia asked gently. "Her parents aren't more likely to act out simply because she sees the east wing."
Emeline remained silent, shooting Adele a look that said to do the same. She knew where this was headed, but she also knew there was very little she could do about it.
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