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by Ellimist6 on Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:33 am
Brent looked at the man with his smile. What a pathetic look, he thought to himself. Then when the man leaned in close with his hand held out and said "this is an offer for you, and anyone else who is interested, I know a way out of here... if your interested simply nod and act as if nothing happened, if not then I wish you luck", he just stared at the moment his face as about emotional as a statue. What is this guy thinking. I've been wanting to be in this for years now and besides, what else would I have if I left now. What else is there to do with my life, he pondered turning his head to look directly in the mans eyes. He leaned over and whispered back, "My name is Brent and i'm not saying i'll come with you, but I will help you out," and with this he took the mans hand and shook it letting a small smile spread across his face, but only for a moment.
"So whats the plan?"
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Jessica looked up from the table once again her saddness finally comeing to an end. She wanted to leave so badly because there was no way she could kill other people for some game. She looked amongst the rows of people eating and chatting. Looking at their faces made it even harder to think about killing them, but she couldn't just let herself die now could she? Her eyes then came to rest on the man who spoke to her earlier. Brent was it? she said in her head. He was talking to another man who seemed to be a bit more happy for some reason. She watched as the two shook hands a they seemed to be talking about something secretive.
Out of curiosity she stood up and glided over to the two men with grace. Her mother and father raised her well hoping that one day she would be amongst nobility. If only they taught me to be more like a warrior like my brother used to, she thought with a bitter smile. She stopped a foot or so away from the men and quietly she spoke, "hey guys, what are you talking about?" She had no idea if they would tell her since she was being pretty rude after all, but then again maybe they would.
Sleep brings no strength to me,
No power renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.from "The Horrors Of Sleep" by Emily Bronte
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