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Post by Winter » Mon May 14, 2018 10:01 pm

Isabella cried again and now winced as he slapped her. Why did he slap her? She looked at him panting and began to fight to stay awake. She wanted to hit him back. Weakly she lifed up an arm and thrust her hand forward but was sloppy and weak. Looking as if she had failed her arm.

Wanting to hit him back though for slapping her. Her eyes as glared at him. Though she was weak and mute her eyes emphasized her every emotion. The spark in then and beturu could be seen by anyone. She was going to hit him as soon as she was able. She promised herself as she glared at him staying awake in the tears and pain so when wodukbt get hit again.

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Post by Random Accel » Tue May 15, 2018 1:13 am

Isabella was glaring at Haze, for being slapped. 'So she is mad at me' Haze thought, feeling odd that she was angered not for almost getting killed by a dagger, but instead at getting hit. However, there was a gleam in her eye; an angry one, but not the look of someone that has given up. Haze knew Isabella would probably not die now. Realizing that there was a lot to worry such as food and water, and that they wouldn't leave the island at least in a night, Haze sat and wondered which of the many things they needed took priority.

Often in missions, Haze went for several days without food and drinks, but Isabella was different. Not to mention it was slowly getting cold as night came. "We can't lit a fire. It shows where we are at night from a mile away." It may be too late to make a proper place to sleep, but Haze wanted to at least build a small hut to keep the wind away, especially when Isabella was suffering. "Do you know how to write?"

Haze did not know how to read nor write, but he had heard that some servants wrote letters or read letters out loud for their masters. while Isabella couldn't speak, maybe if she ever learn how to write in order to communicate, she could write something later for them to use as a rescue signal.

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Post by Winter » Tue May 15, 2018 2:32 am

Groaning Isabella closed her eyes as she winced in pain at his final touches before opening her eyes once more and examining her wounds for herself. Looking at the stranger she eyed him. She would definitely stay close to him he knew what he was doing or at least she assumed that after how he treated her wounds. But she wasn’t going to like him. She bought it absurd hat he tried to kill her, healed her, then slapped her. The contrasting signals made her upset with confusion. Only to assume he wasn’t all there in the head. Yah, that had to be the reason.

Shivering as a cool wind flew from the ocean, Isabella listened to the stranger intently. Frowning a little when he stated they couldn’t light a fire. What were they going to do to keep warm? How was she to survive with hardly any clothes at all. Hers were torn in mainly places and with her shirt torn practically in half she was already way underdressed and immodest. Only anther reason to be mad at him. He practically eyes her up and down.

Sighing Isabella nodded yes when she said she knew how to write. She had to be taught after her melodic voice was taken from her. As a servant she had to understand everything especially since she was the personal handmaiden of the late duchess. She wondered what on earth knowing how to write would benefit in the situation before then. She just wanted to just survive long enough for help or just in general.

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Post by Random Accel » Tue May 15, 2018 3:09 am

Haze had no idea of how anyone would think of him, as all he knew how to do was kill targets, and keep himself alive. Everything revolved around him till now, and killing his own father at the age of 4 was not what a sane child would do anyway. But even Haze disliked the idea of being alone; he didn't like the idea of being with Isabella, he just didn't want to be alone. And Isabella needed him at least for now, even if she despised him. "I saw the location of the island when I snuck in the captain's room back on the ship." He told Isabella. "I couldn't read any of it. I remember what the letters looked like, but I couldn't read any of it." Maybe if they could figure out where they were, a plan could be made.

Ripping his mask off, Haze showed his face for the first time. He had dull black hair, paired with his pale skin and deep dark eyes. Numerous scars on his face showed how much he had been through in his line of work. Tearing his mask into long strips of cloth, he used them to tie the wood from the top half of the rum barrel (the roof of the hut) and the planks (ship remnants washed up to shore). He covered the outside of the teepee with leaves and branches melded together instead of cloth. The teepee would stop the wind, but without fire, the Isabella would have to rely on Haze's body temperature to get on through the night without being frozen for death. Haze was planning on lasting the cold on his own, but this was not possible; Haze was not educated enough to know.

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Post by Winter » Tue May 15, 2018 3:26 am

Isabella nodded at his explanation for needing her know how to read and write. It surprised her though that he didn’t. Most men were learned and could easily conclverse with writing except few of the poorest men. Gotnaing she shifted and looked at him as he removed his mask. She was caught off guard by his appearance. He actually looked very handsome in a surprising way. The scars only added to his depth of character but she loved his dark eyes that could see through anyone. Biting her lip Isabella turned away and closed her eyes.

Being of no use to him or herself she laid there and relaxed trying to ignore the throbbing and bitter pain in her torso and leg. Watching every once in awhile the stranger working on the makeshift hut. Hopefully it was going to be enough and that she wasn’t so closed to the stranger. Mouthing a weak thank you to him.

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Post by Random Accel » Tue May 15, 2018 3:49 am

It was already pitch dark by the time the hut was completed; Isabella was wet from being in the sea, and now the wind and low temperature added to the bad condition she would be in. Furrowing his brows, Haze shoved the bucket (the bottom half of the barrel Isabella is seated in) inside the makeshift hut. It would at least stop the wind, helping with the temperature drop at least a bit. Haze didn't like the fact that he had to show his face, as Isabella could write and turn him in if they escaped this island, and he had no way of knowing what Isabella wrote.

Making a mental note to blame Isabella if he gets turned in, Haze sat inside the hut, the two just inches away from each other, lasting out the night. "We will find out where we are tomorrow. If escape will take a while, I can look for things that will ease your pain." Just as Isabella didn't understand Haze, Haze didn't trust Isabella one bit. She might turn him in the moment they meet civilization. For Haze, Isabella had to stay harmless for him. Kill everyone who could threaten him, Haze was taught, but he could not bring himself to kill Isabella. But what was he going to do with Isabella, he himself did not know yet.

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Post by Winter » Tue May 15, 2018 11:16 am

Isabella groaned when she was moved but didn’t glare at him for when she knew he couldn’t help it but was thankful that he built the makeshift hut. Shivering, her wet hair clinging to her skin. She was so sore and cold she didn’t know what to do. Nodding to his words. “I’m so cold” she mouthed and looked down. She didn’t want to but she needed to get close to him, that she knew. But she couldn’t move from her position without being in pain.

Sighing she yawned and closed her eyes tried the relax but she couldn’t stop shivering. Goosebumps lining her skin and the clicking of her teeth. Trying to distract herself she wondered what his occupation was. She had no idea, only knowing he could easily take care of himself.

In actuality, Isabella had no idea Haze the Assassin even existed. She had hardly any knowledge of things of that nature. There was no chance she could turn him in, being mute caused all around her to not trust her because of human error in assuming things different were wrong. Also the fact she could write had been for the duchesses personal needs only she could attend to. Her vocabulary was small in that sense.

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Post by Random Accel » Tue May 15, 2018 8:07 pm

Haze stared at Isabella, wondering what was wrong. She was cold, but was it that bad? It was then when he realized that he was not wet because he traveled in a barrel, while Isabella was drenched in water. He vaguely recalled that people froze to death if they were left in the cold in wet clothes for too long. He didn't know the logic behind it, he just knew that Isabella was going to freeze if he didn't do something. Standing up, he took his shirt off and turned around. "Take all your clothes off, they are drenching wet. I will hand you my shirt." Isabella's clothes would have to dry in the sun tomorrow. Wondering what he would use to heat her up, Haze slowly moved closer to Isabella, and hugged her. Although Haze was enduring the cold with relative ease till now, he was shirtless and cold as well.

'Soft' was all Haze could think of at the spur of the moment. When was the last time he hugged someone? Relaxing for the first time, Haze fell asleep, tightly hugging Isabella. "Mom..." He murmured in his sleep.

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Post by Winter » Tue May 15, 2018 9:49 pm

Isabella looked up at him from her thought filled hazed mind as she thought of everything. She couldn't help but let her jaw slacken in surprise by his order to remove her clothing. She glared at him once more before thinking about it. She obeyed knowing a new temporary set of clothes would be very beneficial to her state. After motioning for him to turn around she slowly undressed due to the state she was in and the pain and somewhat easily wore his shirt. Her teeth chattering lessened and she looked at him embarrassed especially when he surprised her by hugging and laying with her. She couldn't complain her was very warm and some what comfortable, much better than her previous position.

Sighing she closed her eyes and let her relax, well mostly. Her mind wandered to this stranger that she didn't really know. His actions confusing her. She froze when he murmured 'Mom' What was she supposed to do? Wearily she stroked his hair gently as if soothing him before closing her eyes once more and soon enough falling asleep.

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Post by Random Accel » Wed May 16, 2018 12:08 am

It was the first in a long time, longer than Haze could recall that he slept this well. Waking up feeling somewhat refreshed, Haze walked outside the makeshift hut; The servant seemed very tired and still asleep, so he decided to take this time to go find something that could ease her pain. Sqeezing the water out of the clothes Isabella took off last night, Haze hung them on the roof of the hut so that they would dry in the sun later in the day. Her shirt was closer to a rag than a shirt, so Haze thought about just having her keep his shirt.

It was not long before Haze remembered his poisonous needles he had for assasination- not all the poison were strong enough to kill, and if he mixed a weak poison with certain types to grass he could find around the area, he could come up with some makeshift tranquilizers that will make Isabella feel numb instead of feeling pain. By the time the sun was fully up and rays of light seeped into the hut, Haze was smashing grass with his hands to grind them into a pulp, right outside the hut.

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