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((Whee! New roleplay! Myeah...didn't really think this out, and it's really, really early, and I haven't slept yet, so I'm sorry if it's a bit odd. If it sucks, blame it on the good old "It seemed like a good idea at the time".))

Dazedly, Vines’ eyes flickered slowly open, and found only dim light to greet them. Immediately she realized something was odd; she was not lying down, or sitting, or even properly standing up. She was hanging, her feet no more than an inch or two from the ground. Her arms were up, her elbows bent, and her hands together behind her head. Panic crept into her mind as she realized that her wrists and ankles were tied and attached to hooks that held her up. She was also tied back against a pole at intervals, including her shoulders and hips, presumably to keep her from moving around much. She pushed the panic back; she’d been in worse situations. Quieting her mind, she closed her eyes and listened for a moment, taking in her surroundings. Evidently she was underground, in a cellar of some kind; she could hear a commotion from above her. The scent of fermenting fruit surrounded her. A wine cellar? It seemed likely. Perhaps underneath an alehouse. She probed at her memory, trying to figure out why she might be tied up under an alehouse. Her brain felt fuzzy. Drugged? Maybe. Or drunk. She didn’t really care at that point. What she could see of her clothes was torn up and grubby, and stained with blood. She must have fought, then. She called in a dagger to her hands, and began sawing at her wrist bindings. She frowned when they didn’t give way; she could have sworn she had felt it sink through. She sawed further; after a moment there was a clank, and she watched the top half of the blade hit the floor and bounce. The cord had melted straight through it.

Vines was tall and slim, but she was also strong. She had straight black hair that stopped just above her shoulders. The tattoo of a black, leafy vine that had earned her nickname started above her left eyebrow, and down the side of her face. It wrapped twice about her neck, ran down her right shoulders, wrapped around her upper arm three times, and then wound down her arm to end in the palm of her hand. All visible skin was crisscrossed with so many scars that no one could name where she had gotten them all. Some were faded and grey with time, and others were pink and new. A few marred the clean black line of her tattoo.

She lost her grip on the rising panic, and hysterically pulled and fought against the cords. Vaguely, she realized that they were ever so slowly tightening as she fought against them. Frantically, she tried to free herself, and in doing so, the cords slowly cut through the fabric of her clothing, and then into her skin. By the time she had exhausted herself, to hang limply from her bindings, blood trickled sluggishly from under the black cords. Her hair hung into her face. How long would it be until someone came for her? And what would they do with her when they came?

IC: I, Lance Blackshire, was supposed to feed some girl that some of my new so-called "buddies" were supposed to have captured... though I hated the fact that I was forced to take this job...I needed the money...
"Hey...Black! Get the girl some bread. I bet she's whining for food right about now..." Jigan, my boss threw a couple of loaves of bread to me. "Don't give it to her straight on...tease her a little... have some fun for once. I mean... you always seem kinda depressed, and you don't talk much either..." I remained silent. "Well, off with you...do whatever you want with the girl...just don't kill her..." I proceeded towards the basement. "Hey...girl..." She looked at me weakly. "I got food for you... eat it... you might not get any later..." I held the bread up to her. Weakly she began to chew on it. "It....It's hard..." "I know... but this is all they're gonna give you..." I sat and watched her... my pity for her growing.
"Here...you can have my rations... I can always steal some more..."

I left to get her some water...

((*eyetwitch* Do not assume action over my character! Bad roleplayer! Bad!

Therefore I will do as I always do when someone assumes action over my character. I will ignore assumed action.

...don't do it again. Or I shall yell.

...

No cookie for you.))

Reluctantly, Vines ate the given bread. Reluctantly because she hated to give in to her captors, but she was hungry, and she had a feeling that he had told the truth about it being the only thing she'd be getting.

She watched him leave for water, then called in another blade. Her sword belt was gone...she'd have to find it later, and teach them a lesson, but for now, she had to settle for the few knives she had vanished for use later. She tried another technique, hacking awkwardly at the cording around her wrists. Unable to see what she was doing, she nicked her arms in a few places, and effectively dulled the blade on the cord. When the blade gave way, the broken off piece was chipped and dented from the resisting properties of the cord. She cursed aloud. It made her feel better, so she continued, punctuating it with useless tugs at her bindings until the wounds bled anew and she felt her feet go numb from the pressure. Actually, she didn't feel them go numb. Snarling, she relaxed her muscles in hopes that her bindings would loosen. They didn't. She stayed that way. It was better than wasting her energy, which she'd already done plenty of.

(:shock: sorry about that... my bad... I tend to do that sometimes.... I'll try not to let it happen again...)

IC: I came back with water. "Here...you can have mine... i'll steal some more later. Anyway... what're these guys after you for... do you know? They haven't told me a thing... just to keep you alive... but I don't like it when you're chained up like this...." I twitched my ears. "Ah... their going home for the night.... time to get you out..." I cast a spell on her bindings, forcing them to untie themselves. "Now get outta here... i'll catch up with you later..." I ran out of the basement.... now... to steal everything they have from under their noses... hehehe...." I sped towards the treasury where i stole all of the money, food and water I could carry....

Vines blinked, startled, as the cording undid itself. She landed awkwardly on the ground, and proceeded to rub some life back into her hands and feet. She winced--pins and needles--but managed to get to her feet, and stared after her "rescuer."

"Huh. Strange. I didn't expect it to be that simple. Now what did they do with my swords, the [censored]..." She reached down and picked up one of the broken-off blades and sighed at it. Worthless, now. Even so... She picked up the other one, and the cords, and vanished them with her other knives. Might come in handy later. Next, she set to work sniffing out her swords--"sniffing" in a figurative sense only, of course. She located the belt with sheaths still attached tossed aside in a corner. She picked it up and buckled it back on. It was then that she truly got a good look at herself...and winced again. Bleeding from the wounds the bindings had left, plus a few other scrapes that had scabbed over. Her clothes were torn up from who knew what...

"I'll leave a blood trail for sure if I don't wrap some of this..." Tearing off chunks of the sleeves of her already ruined shirt, she tied pieces tightly around her wrists, with the help of her teeth, and then her ankles. Then she squinted her way around the rest of the dimly lit room and picked up her scattered weapons, resheathing them at her belt. She snarled at her hair; she was used to wearing a bandanna to keep it out of her eyes. After a moment, she took another rag out of her clothes and used that to tie her hair out of her face. Finally, satisfied that she was forgetting nothing, Vines found a staircase and fled the unpleasant cellar. Once outside, she walked a ways, but found her muscles too tired from struggling to handle much of that. She sat down and leaned back against a conveniently placed tree.

IC: I approached vine with my materials. "Ok. I got provisions just in case we need them... you okay?" I glanced at her wrists and ankles. "Here I'll get you some herbs for that... or..." I rummaged through my bag of stolen goods. "I've got a med kit in here somewhere in here... I think..." I pulled one out and began to dress her wounds. While doing that I began exchanging information... "Well my name's Lance Blackshire... what's yours? Oh and don't worry about me stealing from you... I don't steal from women or children... but... you never answered my question... Why are these men chasing you? Do you not know? I only joined them for money... i planned on stealing from them anyway..."

"Ugh... yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, though. Just the bindings..." Vines let him dress the wounds--it was better than dirty cloth. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Just for the record... my name is Adelaide Fitton. But don't call me that. Call me Vines. Or else I will slit your throat in your sleep." She grinned. "Or perhaps not in your sleep. Depends on my mood."

She shrugged slightly. "I wasn't worried about you stealing from me. Even if you managed it, you wouldn't live to regret it, so... no worries, right? No, I don't know exactly why they are chasing me, but there are plenty of reasons that people would hold a grudge against me. I'll just chalk it up to one of those; the actual reason doesn't seem to matter much. I'm sure they won't be happy with you for taking their stuff." She grinned again. "Though I suppose I've been in that situation before, too..." She trailed off. Vines was the sort of person that was willing to do just about anything...provided one paid her well, and in advance.

IC: "Oh I would regret stealing from you huh? Well aside the fact that I highly doubt that it would seem fun to be on the run from someone like you... besides... i already took about 50 gil from your pocket without you looking..." I handed her back the money. "I've got sticky fingers... that's just how my race is most times... I find entertainment in theivery and assasination..." I smiled at her... "So...whaddaya think?"

(Don't kill me! I gave your money back!)

Welp... I believe this rp has officially died along time ago....