by Leviathan » Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:51 pm
It had been two days since Nerea had first come into the Resistance camp. Archer was tried of trying to keep the girl from doing things the way that they did, and it became a rising reality that she truly didn't know anything of the rules and boundaries that were given to anyone who joined the Resistance. Because that was what she was considered now, not a guest, nothing of the sort, but a remaining fighter of the group. Though everyone was a bit cautious of the girl at first, after what had happened during her first day, things soon began to calm down, and they accepted their new comrade. Little did they know that her and Archer would be sneaking off now and then to devise a plan for her to escape. It was quite difficult to do so, with most of the places around camp being too public to speak about such a matter, but when a moment was found in which they could discuss with haste their plan and objective, it was moments well spent. Their plan was simple, on Thursday night (two days away) there would be a man named Louis Timberlake on guard. Now Louis wasn't the most vigilant guard, and Archer had seen him many times drifting off into naps turning his guarding route. It would be then that they would leave. Archer would act as Nerea's guide and lead her a good distance away from the camp, and Archer would come back. When asked of what had happened, Archer would merely state that his had locked him up in the cage, and snuck out. He might risk a beating, but it would be the best that could be done. At least at such a short notice as this. But they would have to wait another two days to do this, for now they had other things to worry about.
As Archer had guessed Nerea's appearance in the Resistance had striked a lot of interest with a lot of the men who were here. Archer would occasionally see men arguing over who would get to flirt with her. A casual first step to "doing the business" with the females. Archer wasn't blind, he was well aware that Nerea appeared to be physically attractive, but he could not believe that everyone was worried about such small things at a time like this. Well once Nerea leaves they'll have to go back to the women that they have in the camp. They probably won't be too happy with me. That thought often made Archer smirk, he wasn't sure why, but the thought of upseting the other men by letting their prize go just seemed too funny. But of course, he could not show his amusement, he would have to remain totally unphased by it all, and take whatever insults and beatings came his way. It would also seem that Jacques would be one of these men, as he had made himself extra 'useful' in making sure that Nerea was kept as homely and taken care of as possible. Archer didn't think that Jacques had ever taken interest in any females in the camp, even though he was the one who declared the laws of continuing on the generations, and making a stronger army. It would be a lie to say that Archer wasn't a bit afraid of what the man could do when he was angry, when he was really angry.
Currently it was dinner time, though Archer wasn't pretty sure that it was just a guess that it was around noon, (as no one ever really knew the time anymore. What did time matter? The demons were they day and night, and it didn't matter what time they ate or slept at. The beasts would still be there. With all these thoughts Archer pressed his head up against the wall with a small sigh. He was just outside of Nerea's tent, waiting until their sector was called to get some soup (which was more or less just some bits of 'this and that' thrown together in a pot), and he would go up and get some of it for Nerea. As was proper for a Flawed to do for their master. That was when Archer noticed two figures coming towards them. One of them was Jacques holding onto the chain of a young boy Flawed who's name was Robin. He couldn't have been more than fourteen, and was holding a small plate of sandwichs, while being pulled along by Jacques. "Hello there, nice day." Jacques was clearly speaking to Nerea, a chuckle in his voice. "Since I am the head of this... Resistance, I generally get best pick of the food. Today was sandwichs, and I was wondering if I could have the honor of sharing them with you." Archer wanted to crinkle his nose in disgust at what was being said, but knew better than to. Instead there was a silent conversation between him, and the little boy Robin.
'Is there anyway you can help me?'
'I wish there was kid, I really wish there was....'
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