Last Moments Of Freedom {{(Open)}}

[triscartwright]

Okay, so maybe she had lied. They would find her soon enough. She knew that. But she needed theses last moments. They had been on their way to the slave auction and Tris had convinced them she needed to use the washroom. They let her out and told her to use a bush. She ran. She found herself sitting on a pier, enjoting the breeze, almost forgetting that she was about to be marked as a slave for the rest of her life.

She wanted this time. To clear her mind. To remember who she had been. No! Who she was. She wouldn't change because of somebody else's cruel ideas. She would stay strong. The night air had brought to her a new resolve.

She sighed as she heard footsteps behind her. Assuming it was one of her captors, she closed her eyes. "Found me, huh?" She pressed her fingers over her eyes and shook her head. Standing up she turned to see an unfamiliar face. "Oh, sorry. Thought you were someone else." She flushed a ridiculous red and fingered her mother's locket that hung around her neck. Her eyes darted to the ground. She had chosen a bad place to sit. Being at the very corner of the pier meant that she could try to walk around them, but risk falling in. She was stuck.

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Raythril had no idea what that chick was talking about really, he honestly didn't really think that he had the same likeness of anyone that he had personally met before. Maybe she was expecting someone? Then, he needed to figure out who would be looking for her if that was the case. He sighed internally he was way too lazy to stick his nose where it didn't belong. He was thinking that taking walks along the pier was proving more difficult then he originally thought. Raythril sighed aloud and looked up at the sky, as if to ask god why he was punishing him like this, him finding crazy girls every time he turned his head.

"Who did you think I was?" He asked, figuring that it would have been a better topic starter then anything else. That and his curiosity was getting the better of him. There had to be a reason why she seemed so shocked that he wasn't someone that was trying to track her down. He figured that she was probably a slave run away, but considering she hadn't been marked, there was a good chance he was wrong. She could just be a run away, trying to get away from her parents or something, but considering she looked his age, he doubted that as well.

He shook his head, starting to come to the conclusion that the whole world was going insane now. "My name is Raythril, everyone calls me Ray though. So I doubt I'm the one that is trying to get you." He stated, throwing in an introduction in there. Noticing that it would be very simplistic to push her into the pier, it wasn't that he would, it would just be very easy. And, that alone was almost enough to just go ahead and give her a little shove.

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Tris studied the man carefully. He was about her age, but looked somewhat more mature. He seemed almost... rugged. Was that the right word? At any rate she found it suited him. She scrunched up the hair at the back of her head nervously. "Oh, nobody." She bit her lower lip and looked around. "Not important at all."

She curiously wondered what he thought of her. Some girl, sitting alone on the pier, waiting in resignation for someone to find her... wow, what an impression she must have left. Not that she left a very modest impression to begin with. Her colourful clothes were definitely not something to be missed, especially when she sported bright yellow pants. She laughed slightly at herself and smiled at him.

She held back a look of shock as he mentioned someone trying to get her. She bet that he didn't know a thing about where she was headed shortly, but it was best to keep it that way too. "I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Ray.", she said, sticking her nose in the air and speaking in a flawless british accent. She chuckled and continued to introduce herself. "I'm Trisana by the way. But most people stick with Tris."

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Raythril took a couple of steps back, so she wouldn't actually fall off the pier. As funny as it would be, he wouldn't want to find out that she couldn't swim or something and fish her out. He heard a burst of laughter from the shore, where a group of well dressed men were heading to town. He didn't understand the point on spending so much money on something like... clothes, when they could buy something useful, like food. Of course he wasn't the one with a lot of money to spare, he didn't believe in currency either. He did have a few coins though, which he used when he desperately needed to buy some sort of supply.

He glanced down at Tris, wondering why she was wearing bright colours, or lying through her teeth. Of course it was important if she gave herself up like that so quickly, but it wasn't his business. He asked, got an answer and he should just leave it alone at that. She was only human, and he was actually very sure of that prediction, not that he is always one hundred percent, but this girl gave a strong 'human vibe'. Made him wonder why she wasn't a slave yet, unless of course she was rich. They probably wouldn't slave her off then."Of course, Tris." He nodded, smiling along as he did.

He was thinking about heading over to that slave auction later, to look around. He highly doubted that he would actually 'buy' anyone, most of the people in there look too sad or too b*tchy to even think of telling them they were his slave now. No way was he doing that again, sometimes it was just too much work to keep one. What would he make s/he do anyway? Clean the forest? 'Not a bad idea actually,[/b] He thought, get a bunch of slaves make them clean the forest and let'm go. He was starting to love him own ingenuousness now. He raised an eyebrow at Tris,"Do hide around the pier often then? Or do you like to switch up your hiding places?" He asked bemusedly. Still going to poke fun at her for mistaking him for someone else. [/size]

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"Do you interrogate random strangers about their personal affairs often?", she retorted, "Or do you like to switch up you snooping method?" Her voice had bite to it, but her eyes and expression were smiling. She pushed her hair off her face and stepped forward into the void he had created. She chuckled lightly and her gaze managed to drop to his feet.

In an attempt to change the subject, and have a bit of fun, she dropped to her knees on the pier. Her eyes were wide with false excitement. She found ease, where most struggled, to keep a straight face as she grabbed his bare foot and lifted it up in front of her face. Her eyes crossed and she ogled his foot for a moment, bewilderment across her visage.

"I absolutely adore your shoes! Are they Prada? I've always wanted a pair like these, but my father always told me that they were 'Unsuitable for a lady of your upbringing' " On top of her 'ditzy blonde' voice, she did her best 'God' voice when she quoted her recently created imaginary father. "Where did you find them?" She examined the rather worn feet with enthisuasm. She ran her finger down the soft spot along the center of his foot, hoping he was ticklish. Tickling was always a distraction.

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Raythril rolled his eyes, it seemed that there was a lot of people that assumed that shoes was better then no shoes. He pulled his foot away from the odd female, refraining from stumbling backwards. He didn't particularly like falling over, klutz was something that didn't fit well with him. Neither did people touching, or trying to tickle him. It was fairly annoying, and it was one of his deep down secret dislikes. That option of just, shoving her into the pier was going more and more tempting the longer that he was talking to her.

"Don't touch me," He muttered his voice was taking more of a lower tone, and he stepped back a bit more. There was something about his personal space being completely violated by a complete stranger, a complete stranger that just mocked him, that grinded his gears. Ray placed his hands under her arms and picked her off the ground, and pushed her closer to the edge of the pier. Nothing about his actions were meant to harm, but more of a scare, he had no intention of actually shoving her into the water. "Please," He added, sounding as sincere as he could, smiling over at her. It sickened him, the darker more wrathful part of his own self, at least he made sure it didn't last long. He really didn't want to be a part of that cliche demon persona.

He released her arms, and went to back away, before he lost his footing in an uneven part of the pier. It was then, when he had one of those moments, when he knew that he was going to fall, but he knew he was unable to stop it from actually happening. Raythril toppled over, thinking that he narrowly manage to miss the human girl, and landed in the water. Being completely submerged was always an odd experience if you weren't expecting it, and the fact that it was a bit too chilly didn't keep him under very long. He kicked up, bringing himself back to the surface, spiting out water as he tried to catch his breath. Raythril laughed slightly as he brushed the (now) damp red hair out of his face, peeling all the strands back, and rubbing the water out of his eyes.

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Tris half yelped half yelled as she tumbled into the water. Only moments after he had released her, she'd gone in. As she broke the surface she laughed and shook her head, cold droplets of water flying off her hair, which now looked black. "If I'd known you were space concious, I would have moved away from the edge of the pier first." She pushed the hair off her eyes and made a couple 'thpw' noises as she removed a clump from her lower lip.

She cocked her head at him and pursed her lips. "Although, I don't see why you jumped in after me. I'm pretty sure that I can swim." She paused as a shudder ran through her. The water was frigid. Her body was adjusting though and she dove under once again, leaning her head back as she felt the air hit her skin, so that her hair fell behind her ears instead of all over her face.

She sat there in silence a moment and then looked up at him again. "Oh well. Might as well make the best of it." She was debating whether to announce he was it for tag, or splash him when a drizzle began to pour. Ignoring it she closed her eyes. "I assume you know how to play 'Marco Polo'." She opened her eyes as a flash of lighting crossed the skiy, followed by a rumbling thunder.

"Maybe we should get out of the water. Water and electricity are never a good combo." She swam over to ladder on the pier and began to climb quickly. She was adventurous, but she didn't have a death wish. She noticed that the sky had darkened and she hadn't noticed it before... "Ah... Fuck." She held onto a rung with her left hand and peeled her right one off. A red ooze, more commonly called blood, dripped down her hand. She'd had bigger gashes before, but this one stung like a bitch. She heaved herself up onto the pier and sighed, pressing her hand to her chest.

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Raythril grinned, when the lightning flashed in the sky followed by the roll of thunder. He knew that it would mean a storm for sure, and a good thunder storm was always a great thing to watch. But, there was the issue of going to sleep, he didn't like getting soaked when he wanted to go to bed. Of course, it wasn't like he still couldn't enjoy a good storm. He continued to tred water, and watched Tris pull herself out of the water and onto the pier. Hearing another grumble of thunder from in the distance he rolled his eyes, knowing that he would have to get out. He figured that once he got in it wasn't that bad, so it was just perfect that it had to storm.

He dove down under the water again, pushing his hair back so it was out of his face, thinking that one more under would be fun before he decided to get out. He swum over to the edge of the pier and gripped one of the bars, pulling himself part way out of the water. Starting to notice how heavy his clothes really were when they were wet, it was rather annoying. He was, once again, very thankful that he didn't have any shoes, then they would be all squishy and even more uncomfortable then he usually found them. He countinued to climb up the ladder like thing until he was standing comfortably on the large pier.

"Jump in after you? And get these shoes wet, I think not," He commented, grinning widely, referring to one of her previous statements. He wouldn't have jumped in after her even if she was drowning, he obviously tripped, he didn't even know that she fell into the water until she started talking. That and he figured that he should say something about her earlier teasing about his lack of shoes. He was actually starting to get used to it, even though he didn't understand why people couldn't just get why he hated to wear shoes. It wasn't an impossible concept to grasp.

He was rather disappointed that he wasn't able to stay in the water longer, no matter how cool it was, it was rather refreshing. He tried to brush his hair out with his fingers, trying to aviod that thing that happened when hair was semi dry, and got all clumpy (even though it was raining quite well, so it wouldn't go dry very quickly). It didn't look nice when it wasn't taken care of nice, but no matter how much trouble it caused, he wasn't going to cut it all off. The lightning flashed again, lighting the sky nicely for a moment before it disappeared as quickly as it came. "Like storms?" Raythril asked, it sounded random, but at least everyone knew what a storm was.

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She pulled her hair over one shoulder and smiled. "I like rain. The thunder and lightning isn't what I look foreward to. But I love rain. I can't stand being inside when it hits." She lay back and examined her hand absent mindedly. "How 'bout yourself Mr. Ray."

Another rumble of thunder shook the pier and she sighed. She began to wonder about whether or not her master would let her out in the rain. Whether she'd get to feel the drops on her face as opposed to hearing it pitter-patter away on the roof and window panes. She began to wonder who her new master would be in general. Some maniacal madman, perhaps? That would be just her luck. Maybe she'd catch a break and they'd not sell her at all. Maybe she could keep her person of the mark of a slaver.

She silently wondered where Raythril's opinion of slavery lay, but decided it smarter not to ask. It would make things awkward if he had any opinion that supported it. Maybe she would ask him when the men came to get her. On that thought, she wondered why they weren't here yet. Maybe one would ride in through the storm on a motorboat and take her away in the next five seconds. '5-4-3-2-1... nope.'[/i] She laughed inwardly.

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Raythril shrugged, not really agreeing with her slight dislike towards lightning and thunder. On his opinion, that was the best part of any decent storm was the crashes of lightning and the growling thunder. "I'd have to say I like storms, all aspects of it, especially the lightning," He answered, wiping the rain that collected off his face. That was an irritating part of a good rain though, it was wet, and the feeling of it pattering on skin was just plain... creepy.

The other creepy thing was that the conversation stopped dead. Before, she wouldn't shut up, and now everything just cut off, pretty quickly as well. He decided to brush it off, and tried to remember what he was planning to do before. He'd lost the thought though, he figured that it wasn't anything that important if he decided to wander off to the pier before he attended where ever he was going. He grabbed the bottom of his jacket and tried to ring out as much of the water as he could from the material, he knew that there was no point, but he knew it would take too long to air dry, but that was just what he would have to live with.

"I know what you mean though," Raythril added, thinking that the awkwardness was too typical for him to stand much longer. "I can barely stand to stay inside at all," He said, which was the complete truth. There was nothing more annoying then just sitting around in a man made building when there were more interesting things going on outdoors. It was like it was impossible for him to do something that he found entertaining inside, while all the things outside were out... living. Being captive and forced around was something that he wouldn't stand for, he wasn't one that could stand it even if he tried, even if he wanted to.