#ladyredcoat

The thief was running across the roof, just distracting herself from her own mind. Of course, she wasn't alone on the roof, but the poor guards didn't live long enough to shout at her. She slashed their throat or stabbed them in the chest or stomach without a second thought and kept on running. A few spots of blood spattered over her blue clothes, but she didn't care, she just kept going.

It was the end of the day or at lest it was for Richard but he was not tired enough yet to just drop into a bed and sleep until the next day this time and decided he could as well go for a drink. Now, having a drink alone was quite sad but he just wanted a beer really and to try to not grab to much attention for himself. Just waltz in the tavern, sit down with his Redcoat uniform, drink his share and then walk back out. He just hoped nobody would inquire him about anything.

((do you have got any idea as to what could go on or me or you just a write a starter and we let it roll? o3o))

On edge, Lariah's eyes narrow and her left hand goes to the top of her slitted skirt, ready to unsheathe the dagger there if any danger arose. Her typically restful brown eyes were hardened in suspicion and had all the reason to be. She had no idea who anyone was. "Introduce yourself."

I don’t even know you… this is very strange indeed.

(IT WAS BEGGING TO HAPPEN)

“Well that was odd…” Haytham said, shrugging as he rolled over and settled into the pillows again. “Nothing like having a stranger staring you down in your dreams.”

Shaun chuckled, "Yeah, you would think." He pat the top of her head adn continued to typed with her in his lap.