I sat down gracefully quelling the urge to laugh hysterically at the expressions of my capture. Instead, I smiled in a saccharine manner and asked for a blanket.
Owin, who still looked rather in shock, passed me a wrinkled sheet that smelt vaguely of wet dog. I hid my distaste and curled up under it, after removing my dance shoes.
The Dark Brooding One (T.D.B.O) let out a bark of harsh laughter and grabbed a long length out rope. I sighed softly, sat up and held out my wrists, allowing him to tie them together. I had hoped he wouldn't notice, but apparently he had more then two brain cells.
I laid my head down in the wet grass staring in to the fire, inhaling the scent of leaf mold and the musty blanket. I wondered what was going to happen, would they kill me, ransom me, keep me with them, trapped? I had no idea. These men were insane, they wanted an end to the best government we had in, well ever. Our country was envied by all other countries. We were the very epitome of civilized, first world, sustainably, stable. We had democracy, free health care, low crime rate, a near none existent unemployment rate. Why more did they want and want so much they were willing to take away our nation's free choice?
Tears of frustration and fear filled my eyes. What could I do? How do I escape? How do I regain my freedom? T.D.B.O. looked at me, with an expression of distaste, yes the kidnapper was looking distasteful at me, he opened his mouth as though to speak but shut it almost instantly. I ignored him and dashed the tears away, thinking about some excuse in case they asked why. Dust? Pollen? The strong unpleasant scent? But no one asked and lulled by the gentle swoosh of wind and the crackle of the fire, Using succumbed to the oblivion of sleep.
I awoke the next morning to a high pitch squeal. Semi-repressed memories of the night shift at the prison rose up, and I stood up in a daze. Of course, I had forgotten my hands were tied and it took all my balance to stay standing.
Owin was on the ground with T.D.B.O's knee on his chest. I smothered laughter at the rather comical image and plastered a disapproving frown on my face. I gave a loud cough, rewarded by both the boy's heads snapping round in my direction.
Owin looked close to tears, and managed a weak smile but the other one just swore and place a small kettle over the (now roaring) fire.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked in my politest voice, only to get brisk shakes of head from both of them. Of course, I them jabbered one at them, how it would be no trouble, how I'd like to do I etcetera etcetera, until T.D.B.O looked ready to snap I had been thrust a cup of tea by Owin at some point in my monologue and took a huge sip, relishing the milky manna. I then yammered on, about how much I loved tea and how some people don't add milk, and how I could understand this.
Just as I started a horrendously boring anecdote about Julia and I at a tea shop, T.D.B.O grasped my (still bound) hands, causing me to drop my mug of tea, and my bag and took me to a large tree. Reasonable sure he wasn't going to kill me, after all why would he listen to me ramble if he was, I was not afraid. He simply told me to stay put and walk off to finish his breakfast. I decided to use this time to get ready. I untied my hands (it was part of our training, in case we were ever taken hostage) went to the loo, washed my face with the water they didn't take from me yesterday and brushed and plaited my hair up into the same bun as yesterday. I then tied my hands up in a looser, easier to undo manner. Plus it is really hard to tie up your hands, wrists don't bend that way!
I was dragged out from my tree and marched down a path. We kept walking (and I was wearing a full length dress so that's not as easy as it sounds) for hours, with me constantly chattering about birds and my friends and how walking always looked so much more fun in Lord of the Rings, this old movie which I described the plot of in excruciating detail. It was at this point Owin suggested that we stop.
Mission Accomplished!
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Here is a description of her dance, if you don't care just skip it :). The one I attached looks nothing like it but is incredible and I enjoyed watching (although the rest of you may not be ballet people:),
4 Pas de bourrées with arms in third following the legs
A Passé Chassé leading on to an
Arabesque with arms in second Arabesque
2 Pirouette with arms in first (because fifth position is my least favorite arm postion)
Pause
3 Balancés with arms in forth crossed, again following the legs
1 Pas de bourrées
3 pairs of Pas de chat changing after each pair the leading foot(so you can change direction)
An Arabesque en Attitude
End in prep position with arms in second
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Angel of Mercy
FantasyI was eight when I first saw a man executed. Nine when I saw the tenth. Ten when I stopped counting. Before each of these men died I dressed their wounds, bought their food, gave them a smile when they expected a frown. I was their hope, the thing t...
