In the Dancing Dove [Sibyla]

[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn sat in his "throne," a chair near the front of the Dancing Dove. He looked almost at ease with his leg thrown over the arm and his ebony-colored hair falling haphazardly over his sapphire eyes, hiding most of their bright color from view.

Not many were in the Dove at the moment, but there never was at this time of day. Most of his people--the thieves of the Lower City--were out, pickpocketing the nobles and merchants dumb enough to leave a purse unattended for a moment.

He closed his eyes momentarily, sighing quietly and asking the gods to keep all his people safe. Dareynn didn't look like one who cared about anything, but, once one got to know him, they learned he had a deep passion for protecting his people and keeping them in good condition.

That was the only reason he was in the position he was. His own father had made his life hell, and he was determined to help others get through hard times.

A serving girl walked up to him and smiled before saying, "Your Majesty, do you want a twisley? Or perhaps something stronger?"

Dareynn shook his head mutely; he wasn't thirsty, and all the cooks and serving girls knew he didn't drink much, if any, alcohol. His feet itched to be out on the streets, prowling through the alleyways, but he had to stay here incase someone reported back with important news. Perhaps he would go out late tonight, after most of his people went to bed...

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Jesus died for them, it's true;

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There was nothing interesting to do when all the people went inside. Once there were inside, it kind of seemed pointless to try and steal their stuff because A] there are WITNESSES everywhere, and B] you can't lead them to an abandoned ally and mug 'em like there's not tomorrow. Sibyla frowned, sighing heavily and wandering through the streets with very little energy or amusement. Honestly, the only thing she actually felt at this moment was lethargy. Pure effing lifelessness. With another exhalation, she threw herself against the first door she could find, bursting into the nearest building, not caring where it was, who owned it, who was in there, and what she could possibly be disturbing.

When she tumbled in and had to stomp her foot down and grab someone's shoulder to keep from falling, she did a quick scan of the place and decided it would have been more interesting if she had bursted into some other building. The Dancing Dove wasn't her favourite place, not that she hated it or anything. She just preferred other things such as cemeteries and... other places with dead things?

Bored, bored, bored, bored, what an ugly man!, bored bored bored... HEY! it's Dareynn She was mentally just rambling until she saw someone she knew. Her whole aura just perked, brightening completely. She skipped over to him, beaming brightly, flashing him a set of pearly whites.

"Hello," She said, having trouble standing still. Really. She was that excited. Hopefully he would be less boring than everyone else around here.

but what's a devil to do?

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[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn's head snapped up and his eyes opened when someone banged through the door. How dare- he began to think, anger distorting his sharp features. Then he noticed it was Sibyla; with a sigh, he leaned back, only noticing then that he had begun to stand.

He waited for the girl to make her way over to him, resuming his earlier position. He only sat like this to have easy access to the dagger in his pocket; it really wasn't that comfortable. When the girl finally greeted him, he raised an eyebrow. "You could have broken my door," he stated simply, not one to chat. He saw one of the serving girls start to approach and waved her away; she would just fumble around anyway, offering drinks that they didn't have or mixing up ones that did exist and creating some vile concoction that was unconsumable.

"Did you get anything today?" he asked offhandedly, his sapphire eyes seeming to stare right through her to the wall beyond.

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sibyla,,[/color][/font][/size]

i want to think all unthinkable things;

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Sibby shrugged at him, glancing back at the door with very little care. So what? It was just a door. It wasn’t like they stopped making them or anything. Yeesh. She chomped down hard on her lower lip, trying to remember all the things she’d done that day. Her lips pursed as she chewed on the bottom one, her tongue slightly peeking out of the corner of her mouth.

”Well, this morning I managed to get some things, but it’s kind of dead outside today, don’t ask me why though, couldn’t tell you.” her stance changed, putting all of her weight on one foot and leaning to that side faintly, still trying to remember just what had happened during her day. She internally frowned at all the drinks being served and how the men just gulped ‘em down. As if they had to make sure the last glass made its way to the table empty and every bottle in the place had been upside down at least a few times. What a waste. She briefly wondered if Dareynn was the last one to leave the dimly lit rooms, but her thought process didn’t last that long and she went back to trying to figure out what had gone down that day.

”I’m not going to lie, I honestly can’t think of anything else that’s happened.” she admitted with a shrug. ”But I’m sure things will probably get busier, per usual.” she brightened again, grinning. Sibyla lifted her arms up, stretching elegantly. ”and how has your day been?” she asked pleasantly.

and say what i shouldn't say

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[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn watched and listened to the girl with a blank face, waiting until she had finished to speak. "Rather boring," he said, answering her question first. She was the first one to try and converse with him in a while; had he not known her, it her attitude would have surprised him. "What did you get today? Anything of use?"

He had spoken to a few of the rogues, telling them the treasury was lower than he was comfortable with; there was enough to easily last the winter, but he didn't like taking chances. What if something happened, like an earthquake or a fire? He wasn't sure if the girl had heard about his concerns or not; he wasn't sure if he wanted her to know.

He gestured for her to sit on the other side of a small table that was set up near him, then asked, "Are you thirsty?"

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how could i know

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She was stuck back in that same state of epic confusion, cursing her failure mnemonic skills. Her eyebrows furrowed with the effort of trying to recall, fishing her hands into her pockets and pulling out a few random items such as silver pieces, bundles of fabric, and other objects of interest. She held them out to Dareynn, shrugging.

”I guess this stuff is useful. It’s better to have too much stuff than too little; you know what I’m saying? “ Sibyla bit her lip again, shuffling her feet. It perturbed her somewhat that Dareynn was so quiet and anti-social, not that it really surprised her. No one was friendly anymore these days. She reached one of her hands back to ruffle her blonde stringy hair, untangling it somewhat as it caught on her fingers when she ran them through it. ”But, like I said, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get more things later on today. Anyway,” she stood up on her toes and back down again in a little bounce, ”what have you been up to today? I’m sure it’s been way more fun and interesting for you than it has for me.” her eyes flashed with excitement, hoping he would launch into some crazy story of some sort. Of course, with Dareynn she didn’t really know what to expect.

that everything you say are lies about devotion and desire?

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[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn watched as Sibyla pulled an assortment of objects from the pockets of her breeches; silver pieces, fabric... His fingers itched to snatch the coins, just to see if they were real silver. Instead of giving in to his rougher, more violent half, he said, "May I?" He gestured to the coins, a small part of his brain wondering how he was going to approach the subject of the Rogue's treasury. He felt bad taking the coin his people nicked during the day; it should be, by all rights, their own to keep. The few he'd mentioned the treasury to were wealthier and would be able to give away spare coin; most of the Lower City could not.

When she asked what he had done that day, he shrugged. "I've sat here, as I always do," he replied, his grammar and speaking too neat for that of the Lower City. Some looked at him strangely when he slipped up and spoke like a nobleman; it didn't bother him, because he knew they knew he was one of their own. It puzzled most, though; why would a Lower City boy know how to speak like a noble?

He only knew because he had spied on the pages as they were training to be knights; he had also learned swordsmanship in the same way. He preferred knives to swords, but he could use a sword in an emergency if he had to. "Nothing much goes on here, 'less someone comes in af'er bein' caught by someone." Thankfully, none of his thieves had gotten caught and injured. He always worried, sending children out into the streets to steal. He knew how hard it was, how every adult mistrusted a child in dirty clothes with hungry eyes. His own parents had forced him out onto the streets when he was six, telling him to bring home coin or food or to not come home at all.

When he had become the Rogue he'd tried to stop the families from sending out the children under ten years of age, but the parents complained that they got away with more crimes than adults could because they looked homeless. Not wanting to upset his people, Dareynn had given up on the request.

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sibyla,,[/color][/font][/size]

i promise you my heart; just promise to sing

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Merely shrugging, Sibby turned her coins over to him, knowing she would be perfectly capable of snatching some more later on during the eve. It wasn’t that she could exactly spare them; she needed everything she could get her greedy hands on, but; she was apt to share with those she respected, and the added factor that she had nimble fingers and a charm that made it easy to sneak a wallet during an engaging conversation, or just reaching down to swipe whatever she could. It was no secret that she acted on her impulses, and sometimes she could get herself in a tricky situation, but once again, she had an unreasonably easy time just smooth-talking her way out of them. She just had that affect on people.

Her composure crumbled only a bit at the way he spoke, but it recovered quickly, and she smiled perkily, a devilish glint in her eyes. She briefly felt a little pang of sympathy for him, trying to imagine how unbelievably boring it must be to be him, sitting all day long in a chair and never really doing much. well, maybe not always, but at least his day must have been boring around these yuppies. With a quiet yawn, she glanced around and mentally judged every face she saw, not liking any of them. They were all too… adjective like. Words she couldn’t even imagine at the moment. She didn’t like the way they looked at her.

”So do you get bored sitting here all day, watching these people amble about their days?” she asked, genuinely curious. Pulling a chair over, she sat in it backwards so she could rest her folded arms on the back of it, propping her chin upon them and blinking at Dareynn, her feet dangling and skimming the ground as she rocked them back and forth. In her eyes, she could think of nothing more she would want to do than just slink around the streets. She loved what she did, she loved feeling dangerous, even though she was probably the opposite. That’s what made her job so much fun.

kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

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[Dareynn Payne]

The question took Dareynn by surprise. Before he realized it, he was answering her. Truthfully. "It's horrible around here... All I do is sit. They," he said, inclining his head slightly toward the kitchen, "don't let me do anything." He rolled his eyes slightly, but kept his expression blank, not wanting an onlooker to know he was displeased. The Court seemed to get antsy when their leader was not happy... "They treat me like a child." Leaning back in his chair, Dareynn brought one leg up and set his ankle on his knee, sighing quietly.

It was at this point that he realized what he'd just said; he'd blurted out things he really shouldn't have to a mot ((street talk for woman)) he hardly knew. That could turn out to be a fatal mistake... Had he not been who he was (stubborn and unwilling to admit he did anything wrong or give up), he would have told her to ignore what he'd just said.

'Well... Guess I'll just have to see how this plays out,' he mused, keeping his expression blank. 'I'll find out just how much I can trust Sibyla. Though this wouldn't have been my first choice of determining that...'

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i walk a fine line

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Shrugging lightly, Sibyla tried to make it look like she wasn't pitying him or something. Certain people really tended to get pissed off about that kind of stuff, and she had no reason to pity him; she wasn't high up or anything like he was. She just felt bad that it was so boring for him. She would hate it, that's for sure.

"That doesn't sound fun. Ever tried, yknow, sneaking out?" It seemed almost like a redundant question to ask; he was a theif after all, but maybe he didn't sneak out? He seemed to sound like he spent all of his time just sitting, waiting, watching. Sibby didn't understand how he could possibly stay sane doing nothing, not running around and feeling the wind against his skin. She liked the way the night made her skin get clammy and her hair plaster itself to her face while the wind blew by softly. She liked hiding in the dark where she was practically invisible. A part of her wanted to tell him she felt bad that he couldn't experience things like that, and the other part of her just wanted to pull him to his feet and drag him out of the place and shove him out onto the streets. It was really a hard impulse not to fight, but somehow she managed.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. I know how people can get about that stuff, especially people like us. Well, sort of? I'm not sure it's the same situation, but I can easily say for myself that I'm incredibly paranoid. Anyway, wanna get out of here?" Sibyla grinned impishly at him and gripped the sides of her chair, eyes shining.

between the right and the real

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[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn blinked when the girl suggested sneaking out; he almost smiled. He didn't though. He snuck out almost every night, when he told everyone he was going to go to sleep. A few of them knew he snuck out, of course, but only a few. "I do," he replied quietly. "Every night." 'Though the streets are normally barren when I'm out,' he almost added, but thought better of it at the last moment. He didn't want to whine. Such behavior was not good for someone others looked up to...

Get about "that" stuff? Same situation? Had he missed something in the conversation? 'Ah well...' He thought, choosing to ignore the first part of what she said. The offer, however, made his limbs itch to stretch, to take him out the door.

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed out," he said, just the slightest hint of resentment in his tone. He should be happy he was safe here; he certainly had been in worse situations when he was a child. "Though... I could get one of my..." He searched briefly for the word, almost unable to come up with something suitable. "...advisors to distract the servants and the guard so we could go out the upper exit..."

His mind now reeling with possible routes to escape from he bit his lip, wondering how he would go about getting what he needed to done. It wouldn't be easy, but it'd be worth it to get out of the Dancing Dove for a few hours... He'd be in trouble when he was back, surely, but that didn't matter to him. The servants would just scold him lightly; they would be too afraid to do anything worse.

"What did you want to do?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

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I promise you my heart;

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Pursing her lips for a moment, Sibyla faintly wondered what she really did want to do. It wasn’t like she was going to be able to actually entertain this guy. She was too solo and had her own style. She had her doubts that he would be patient enough, but then again, she hardly knew him. Still, it made her slightly nervous trying to think of what they should do.

Smirking somewhat, Sibyla grinned devilishly at him. ”so you’re not as inhibited as you seem? Do you get in trouble a lot? Are they easy to trick?” suddenly she felt nervous, and added with a lowered voice, ”do you think they’ll come after me? I mean, I don’t mind or anything, but if they get mad if they know you were with me and what not…” she trailed, biting her lower lip with obvious unease, her feet shuffling and her fingers lightly gripping the edge of her chair.

Then, just as soon as she became nervous, it was replaced with a daring look of rebellion. ”How do you plan to distract them? And where can we slip out the least noticed? Because I’m getting tired of this place already. It’s too closed in. I like to feel the air.” She flashed him a smile, pulling at her stringy blonde hair and nibbling unknowingly on the ends of a lock she had gather in her hand.

just promise to sing

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[Dareynn Payne]

"They won't do anything to you; I'm going willingly. If they try, I can just fire them," Dareynn said offhandedly, shrugging slightly. "And no, they wouldn't dare yell at me; the cook, who I've known since I was a lad, will scold me every now and then--when they actually catch me." A wicked smile graced his lips for a moment before disappearing behind a neutral mask.

"Distracting them is rather easy... And I know what you mean about feeling closed in." With a slight scowl that could hardly be called such, Dareynn raised his hand and flicked it, beconing a servant girl over. "I would like roast chicken, with apples, please," he said, knowing that they had neither of the things he requested. When the girl started to protest, he said, "Now." His voice had dropped an octive and held a menacing tone; the girl scurried off into the kitchen, and the only other waitress that was in the dining area of the Dancing Dove followed her to see what had caused her unease.

Dareynn stood quickly, gesturing for Sibyla to follow him. "Come, quickly."

As he walked past one of his advisors, the man gave them a curious glance. Dareynn slipped him two of the coins Sibyla had given him and said, quietly, "I'll be back later. If they ask, I went upstairs."

He grimanced as he said it, knowing the maids would assume he had gone to bed with the girl he was now escaping with. The man he was speaking to knew he wasn't that kind of person, but the servants didn't; they would believe whatever was told to them.

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i'm your princess for a night;

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Excited, Sibby followed his orders, tagging along behind him. A small frown pulled the corners of her lips down as she imagined what they would think she and Dareynn were doing, and honestly, she didn't like that kind of reputation, but more importantly, she didn't like her hard earned coins going into the hands of that guy. Especially because the outcome was inevitably going to be a topic of conversation among those who believed he'd taken her upstairs instead of out the door. Rolling her eyes, she shrugged it off. As they stepped outside, she instantly felt her tension fade completely.

"Oh, scandalous one," she said softly, smirking, "you certainly are clever, how in the world did you ever devise such an escape plan?" Sibyla teased, honestly impressed. She was more of the 'cause a scene' kind of escapees, and she admired how he just snuck out. That wasn't something she was good at, or could do. She thrived on the adrenaline rush and things clutched in her hands. It was just how she worked.

Sibyla shook her hair, running a hand through the stringy tangles and grinning in spite of herself. She loved the open air.

or maybe forever?

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[Dareynn Payne]

Dareynn sighed at Sibyla's comment on his plan. "Don't vex me, I'm in no mood for it," he responded, running a hand through his ebony locks. He may have interpreted her meaning behind the words the wrong way, but then again, he didn't really care. He was out of the Dove, at least for the moment.

He looked around him, his sapphire eyes seeming to glow in the moonlight. There was a guard stationed just outside the door; he looked confused, but he was wise enough not to ask questions. Dareynn looked at him and said, with the air of someone used to being obeyed, "You are not to tell anyone where I have gone. Understand?"

As soon as the guard nodded, Dareynn strode off, beckoning for Sibyla to follow. Once they were clear of the alleyway containing the main entrance to the Dancing Dove, Dareynn said, "Was there anything you wished to do?"

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