It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

[LoveThatChick]

Once Fleta was off of the inn's porch, she turned in the direction of the stables, and started walking, frantically looking around as she tryed to think of what she should do. She then spotted Kenrick following her, and quickened her pace. She could steal a map, but were would she find one that looked like the other one? Oswin would surely know the difference... She looked back at Kenrick again, scowling in frustration as a tear rolled down her cheek, she turned away quickly.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

With one last shove, Christof launched Jem into the open window. He managed to catch himself on the wall before the crates could tumble over and quickly stepped down to receive the weapons that Jem was going to throw out. They mostly included a couple of knives and a rope as there wasn't room to carry a sword in the suitcase. Be careful! He mouthed at her as she disappeared into the room.

At about the same time, he heard the footsteps of Fleta and Kenrick as they left the inn. He scrambled around the corner and into the shadows quickly to avoid being seen. Part of him was tempted to follow them and see where they were going, but he wouldn't leave Jem in the inn by herself. Once they were out of earshot he began making a circle around the building to see if he could find another entrance that wasn't marked inside...

 

[Frundette]

Unaware of Christop hiding nearby, Kenrick hurried after Fleta. "Fleta! Wait up!" Kenrick said in a low voice, trying to get her attention without letting Oswin overhear. He jogged toward her until he caught up, stopping a couple feet away. Even by the light of the moon he could see the tear. "Let's just get that map and give it to him, okay?"

Kenrick certainly had no warm feelings toward Glenn, particularly since Fleta seemed to favor him, but this whole situation was way out of hand. And while Kenrick's father was close friends with the local constable, he doubted things would simply be swept under the rug like his other minor offensives if Glenn died. "Where's it at?" he urged her.

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"Hear that?" Peyton asked as a soft 'thud' came from the ceiling.

Oswin's eyes narrowed as he glanced upwards, then to the innkeeper. "Are there other guests?"

The innkeeper shook his head quickly. "No! No.. you, and him," he pointed to Unwin, "and the pair that just ran out were my only guests tonight!"

"See if you can rouse him," Oswin said to Peyton, pointing at Unwin.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

After the initial 'thud' which accompanied her falling into the room from the window, Jem treaded lightly and carefully as her room was directly overhead one corner of the common room. She was still in bare feet and that made it easy to avoid thumping sounds, but didn't guard against squeaky floorboards or stairs. While in the room she decided to dress in something more appropriate for the occasion, the nightgown looked pretty silly she imagined. The only other pair of clothes besides the wet ones that she carried with her were a loose set of brown khakis and an oversized flannel shirt. After her parents died she had been forced to give up the dresses and formal wear that she had previously worn regularly.

Suddenly remembering the piece of folded up paper in her pocket, she transferred the map into an inside pocket in her shirt and grabbed the two remaining knives in the suitcase. One she carried in her hand, and the smaller one she tucked away in a pocket. Before she left the room she tied her hair up into a ponytail and glanced quickly in the mirror, then headed slowly down the hallway for the stairs...

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta stopped quickly, and turned sharply to Kenrick, "I lied... I lied to Oswin and I lied to you!" The words spilled from her, voice low but shrill, as more tears came, "I don't have the map hidden, it was in Glenn's pocket, but his pocket was ripped! The map must have fallen out and I don't know where it is!"

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Unwin opened his eyes as the sound of Peyton approaching, "No need to come any closer, boy." He said, sitting up slightly. Though still unsteady, the room had stopped spinning, and he looked to Oswin questioningly, "Where is that girl you were threatening? And more importantly, why did you have a knife to her throat?" He asked coolly, then gestured to Glenn, "I can understand having a blade to this one, but what was the pretty, young things involvement?" He frowned, feeling rather dazed.

 

[Frundette]

"These two have a map that belongs to me," Oswin replied, deciding to be straightforward with Unwin in case he yet needed the man's assistance. He still wasn't sure Fleta was actually going to come back. "The girl is fetching it, in return for her friend here." Oswin pointed his knife at Glenn again, who jerked his hands against the belt, trying to break the chair rung, but still it held strong.

"It's not his!" he cried, trying to reason with Unwin. "Fleta and I found it at old Calhoun's place!"

Peyton looked at the ceiling again as a board creaked slightly over head. "I don't think that's a mouse."


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Kenrick let out a long breath through tight lips as he let Fleta's news sink in. "It's got to be in the Fountain then," he reasoned, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it just got pushed under a table."

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin rubbed the sore lump on his head as he took in the new information, "Boy, if it's rightfully yours or not, it dose not matter, your not in any position to fight about it at this point." He said, not at all willing to help Glenn, who had made as easy job, extremely difficult... "And they took my sword, d*** them!" He growled in frustration.

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"Okay..." Fleta replied in a small voice, tears gone, she didn't look at Kenrick as she added, "Sorry for lying to you, about the map..." His reaction to her prevues statement had made her feel a little guilty, but no less hateful towards him...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Hearing voices from in the room below the stairs, Jem got down on her hands and knees and peered cautiously around the corner. She could see Oswin and Unwin talking, and Glenn tied in the chair, but she couldn't see Fleta or the other boy. She wondered where they had gone. The first couple seconds of her eavesdropping on their conversation caught Glenn pleading with Oswin about the map. She could feel the piece of paper folded in her pocket, was that what they were talking about?

 

[Frundette]

"Hey, don't worry about it, Fleta," Kenrick said, pulling gently on the girl's shoulder to try to steer her back toward the Fountain Inn. "Let's just tell him where it's at."

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Glenn opened his mouth, as if to make some further argument to Unwin, but could think of nothing to say that might convince the man to unbind his hands. So instead gave another angry yank on the belt. But this time, the chair rung didn't even creak as the large youth's strength was beginning to fade from the loss of blood.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Finding no other accessible way into the inn besides the front door, as the kitchen one was locked, Christof circled back around to the front and hid just a couple feet away from the door. He could just barely hear the muffled voices from inside, but couldn't make out clear voices. He would have to get closer. So, cautiously and slowly, he inched towards the door, fearing that at any time it might swing open and reveal his position. He wondered where Jem was, but he didn't hear a commotion inside so he assumed she had not been caught... at least not yet.