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13-Oct-2007 15:03:32

Crystal Smee

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Bond lay on his stomach, face pressed against the pillows. Despite his weariness and the pitch black of the room, he couldn’t sleep any longer. It wasn’t pain, however; it was his thoughts that kept him awake.
What was he going to do? he asked himself time and time again. He couldn’t stay here forever, much as Rivera intended him to, and as much as he almost wished he could. His room was comfortable, and the food wasn’t half bad, if bland…and he would love to forget all that had happened and relax. But if he forgot his journey, then he would have to forget Krystal. Both were unforgettable, and he couldn’t relax; not a chance. How many days had it been? Had the others reached Varrock yet or were they searching for him? How was Krystal doing? He missed her so much it hurt…
This couldn’t go on. He did*’* want to sit on the sidelines, with no idea of what was going on. It wasn’t enough. But there was nothing he could think of to do. He was condemned, by Rivera, to live here as a prisoner forever.
Rivera…
He did*’t, couldn’t, understand her. She seemed nice enough to him and he was sure she cared about him no matter how much she pretended not to. She claimed to nurse him only because someone had to – but, supposedly she was the ‘queen’ of these rebels. So why her? She must care.
But he couldn’t break through her icy exterior. If she did care, and wanted to help him heal, why did she refuse to let him go? He had been completely honest with her. They wanted the same things. He tried to convince her time and time again, but she refused to hear reason. All that mattered was her own power, or it wasn’t good enough. There was no compromise.

13-Oct-2007 21:22:37

Crystal Smee

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Bitter thoughts trailed off as he heard the door open. Right on schedule, he thought to himself. Like clockwork. “Hi,” Rivera** voice greeted him – she almost sounded cheerful today, he thought with amazement.
He grunted.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” he admitted, his voice muffled by the pillow. He forced himself to roll over and sit up, feeling his muscles strain even at the simplest motion.
“Good,” she replied and placed her tray on his lap. “Well enough to try walking again?” Between hungry mouthfuls of bread, he nodded slowly. She smiled. Well, almost. Her mouth twitched, he decided. “Good,” she repeated. “I’m going to show you around our compound, then.”
That caught his attention and he grinned, wolfing down the rest of his meal. He felt rejuvenated, energized, to finally be doing *something*! Action was better than no action, even if it was somewhat useless. When he was finished eating, Rivera helped him to his feet once more. He was forced to lean heavily on her, his legs barely enough to support him, but she accepted the weight without comment. Together they made it to the door. Rivera opened it, and for the first time in days he stepped outside his tiny cell.
He had been unconscious when they brought him in and now he received his first views of the outlaw hideout. He was in a long, wide corridor lined with doors. The floors were surprisingly paved with bricks, the walls held lanterns every few feet. “These are the citizen’s quarters,” Rivera explained, then added regretfully, “I’m afraid you’ll be moved to a prisoner’s cell when you’re well enough. You only received better quarters because you were so sick.”

13-Oct-2007 21:24:27

Crystal Smee

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Bond sighed; somehow he wasn’t surprised. She turned him gently to the left and together they hobbled down the mock-road. Her fingertips lightly supported his waist while he clung to her shoulder for balance. At what felt like an eternity, they reached the end of the hall and emerged into a large cavern. Bond gaped in awe.
Rivera said they controlled an old HAM hideout * it had most certainly expanded since then. She noted his amazement with another half-smile. “We had some help from the dwarves – since Issavan deemed them half-breeds and undeserving of any of the few rights he allows at all, our few agents among them quickly convinced them to flee here. They make up a large number of our population now, and they helped us excavate these caverns and build.”
“It’s like a miniature city,” he breathed.
It was. This main cavern was like Varrock square. There were the markets, assorted stalls and wares bartered among the outlaws. In one corner rang hammers and he saw shadows of dwarves moving among the glows of the forges. The blacksmith’s section was surrounded by a low stone wall, simply to mark it off. Another area held bakers and ranges, hard at work to cook for the community. Artisans labored away at their crafts, and women wove clothing and uniforms. It was as though he was home…Almost. There was one major difference. Here, the people went about their work standing tall and proud, with smiles on their faces. Back home, the people were bent, the weight of Issavan’s monarchy forever pressing down. The people were free here.

13-Oct-2007 21:24:44

Crystal Smee

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Rivera guided him through the masses of people to a bridge, which – Bond realized abruptly – crossed a river. “Yes, a branch of the River Lumbridge flows underground,” she assured him. She pointed to a large chasm that went straight down, filled by two winch cages that flowed endlessly up and down as their operators pumped the handles. “Those lead to the storage areas and prisoner cells. Up here on the main floor there are streets to the citizen’s quarters,” she waved back where they had come from, and he could see multiple quarters leading off, “as well as small shops and the armory and stables, which is where I’m taking you now. Then you’ll see the shops.”
Bond nodded slowly. “Why the armory?”
Rivera actually smiled this time, and her eyes sparkled for a moment. Bond was struck by the sudden change as he watched her, and frowned in confusion. “I have a surprise for you,” she teased.

13-Oct-2007 21:24:57 - Last edited on 13-Oct-2007 21:39:40 by Crystal Smee

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“Yes, a branch of the River Lumbridge flows underground,” she assured him. She pointed to a large chasm that weight straight down, filled by two winch cages that flowed endlessly up and down as their operators pumped the handles.

Went down, right?

EDIT- Nice! I like it, it's creative ^_^

13-Oct-2007 21:28:26 - Last edited on 13-Oct-2007 21:30:45 by [#42J4VY9ZL]

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