Closed 1x1 Between myself and
Patchface
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Dark skies, rainy night.
For those who resided in Dunwall, it was the perfect night for staying inside, lighting a fire, and getting cozy. No one wanted to be out at this hour, if not only for the cold but also the unknown dangers that the area could bring. The city was gritty and dangerous, and those who were outside questioned every shadow that they saw from the corners of their eyes. No one purposefully hung around, and if something unusual was out, no one stopped to check what it was.
On this particular night, the unusual sight was 10 year old Elizabeth. It was ... day six, if she remembered correctly, that she had been out on these streets by herself. Her part of town was rough - those who lived there didn't have much money for themselves as an individual, let alone extra money to provide for someone else like a child. This was what happened to her in particular; an accidental pregnancy, one that led to an abusive mother for some years, before recently passing off the child to the father, and a father unable to afford the costs to support a child. Maybe he wasn't a terrible man, Elizabeth didn't like to think so, but he decided his only option was to take a bit of a drive to the edge of town and drop her off, unable to think of really any other way he could make the both of them survive.
So, she was left, never given a chance to start, never given a chance at a family, and wandered on her own for some time now. Food was hard to come by unless stolen, which she wasn't particularly good at yet. Winter was nearing, which was particularly bad for Dunwall, so every night became colder for her, and she really had no options of what to do next. For now, it was just surviving day by day, and she didn't know how many more of those days she would have left.
Nights were the hardest - they were cold, dark, sometimes rainy, and always terrifying. Elizabeth always needed to find places to hide, and try to stay warm, in order to hopefully not be seen by anyone out at this hour. So far, she had been fairly lucky, but it seemed like luck only lasted so long for her out here. She found herself a small corner in an alleyway to curl up in, but soon enough heard footsteps nearing by.
She held her breath. A shadow was making it's way to the entrance of the alleyway, and she kept as still as possible, hoping that whoever was walking by was just on their way home, and wouldn't pay any mind to look down an alleyway. This wasn't the case for her, as the person walked by and did a double take down the alleyway at the child. He paused, a slick grin forming on his face, and turned to slowly walk toward her. She felt her breath hitch with fear, but didn't speak.
"Well, look what we have here, ah? A little street rat, sleeping by the garbage... why are you all by yourself, love?" His tone was soft, but it held a certain diabolical feeling that Elizabeth couldn't shake off - he wasn't someone to be trusted, and everything in her was screaming to get away from him.
"It's cold... you shouldn't be out here. If you come with me, I can take you to a nice, warm house with lots of food, and a safe place to sleep... what do you think?" He asked a he neared the end of the alleyway, watching her closely. Elizabeth stayed silent, watching him carefully. Her eyes darted to the sides as she calculated the possibility of her bolting away from him without him noticing. However, he noticed where her eyes were looking, and as soon as she got up and tried to run passed him, he was ready and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back.
"It's very rude of you to not accept a kind offer when it's handed to you on a platter, you filthy brat." He practically spat the words at her, his soft demeanor now completely vanished. Now is when she figured it was time to give up. She gave one last attempt to escape by trying to pull away from his grip, but it didn't work, and she felt hot tears forming in her eyes. "Please," She whispered, nearly inaudible. "I don't want to go with you..." But he merely laughed in her face. "I don't care what you want, you'll be coming with me."
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Dark skies, rainy night.
For those who resided in Dunwall, it was the perfect night for staying inside, lighting a fire, and getting cozy. No one wanted to be out at this hour, if not only for the cold but also the unknown dangers that the area could bring. The city was gritty and dangerous, and those who were outside questioned every shadow that they saw from the corners of their eyes. No one purposefully hung around, and if something unusual was out, no one stopped to check what it was.
On this particular night, the unusual sight was 10 year old Elizabeth. It was ... day six, if she remembered correctly, that she had been out on these streets by herself. Her part of town was rough - those who lived there didn't have much money for themselves as an individual, let alone extra money to provide for someone else like a child. This was what happened to her in particular; an accidental pregnancy, one that led to an abusive mother for some years, before recently passing off the child to the father, and a father unable to afford the costs to support a child. Maybe he wasn't a terrible man, Elizabeth didn't like to think so, but he decided his only option was to take a bit of a drive to the edge of town and drop her off, unable to think of really any other way he could make the both of them survive.
So, she was left, never given a chance to start, never given a chance at a family, and wandered on her own for some time now. Food was hard to come by unless stolen, which she wasn't particularly good at yet. Winter was nearing, which was particularly bad for Dunwall, so every night became colder for her, and she really had no options of what to do next. For now, it was just surviving day by day, and she didn't know how many more of those days she would have left.
Nights were the hardest - they were cold, dark, sometimes rainy, and always terrifying. Elizabeth always needed to find places to hide, and try to stay warm, in order to hopefully not be seen by anyone out at this hour. So far, she had been fairly lucky, but it seemed like luck only lasted so long for her out here. She found herself a small corner in an alleyway to curl up in, but soon enough heard footsteps nearing by.
She held her breath. A shadow was making it's way to the entrance of the alleyway, and she kept as still as possible, hoping that whoever was walking by was just on their way home, and wouldn't pay any mind to look down an alleyway. This wasn't the case for her, as the person walked by and did a double take down the alleyway at the child. He paused, a slick grin forming on his face, and turned to slowly walk toward her. She felt her breath hitch with fear, but didn't speak.
"Well, look what we have here, ah? A little street rat, sleeping by the garbage... why are you all by yourself, love?" His tone was soft, but it held a certain diabolical feeling that Elizabeth couldn't shake off - he wasn't someone to be trusted, and everything in her was screaming to get away from him.
"It's cold... you shouldn't be out here. If you come with me, I can take you to a nice, warm house with lots of food, and a safe place to sleep... what do you think?" He asked a he neared the end of the alleyway, watching her closely. Elizabeth stayed silent, watching him carefully. Her eyes darted to the sides as she calculated the possibility of her bolting away from him without him noticing. However, he noticed where her eyes were looking, and as soon as she got up and tried to run passed him, he was ready and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back.
"It's very rude of you to not accept a kind offer when it's handed to you on a platter, you filthy brat." He practically spat the words at her, his soft demeanor now completely vanished. Now is when she figured it was time to give up. She gave one last attempt to escape by trying to pull away from his grip, but it didn't work, and she felt hot tears forming in her eyes. "Please," She whispered, nearly inaudible. "I don't want to go with you..." But he merely laughed in her face. "I don't care what you want, you'll be coming with me."