Chapter Two...No Friend Left Behind
News Of A Friend
Insanity and paranoia was getting to her. She wanted to see Renne, but couldn't. And she wanted to just meander around like not but couldn't. So, it was the only thing Johnathan could think of. Find someplace where they won't find her. With the fog rolling in for the night, it was a bit easier to not be seen so much within the alleyways.
About fifteen minutes into her walk, there was a small area where it was clear from fog. She blinked and sighed and walked straight on. Not a good thing, though. Johnathan passed by a couple of sailors-on-shore, who then waited a few small moments to turn about and follow her a bit. Johnathan didn't look back, but picked her pace up a bit. As did the two sailors.
Without thought, Johnathan ran. She knew why the two sailors didn't 'blow a whistle' on her--yeah. That reason. Dodging in and out of the alleyways and the streets.
By the time the fog came back, Johnathan came to realize that she ran all the way back to the docks. She could not see the men, but she heard them now.
"She went that way!" One of the sailor's harshed voice called out.
She needed somewhere to hide. Anywhere. But as quickly and quietly as possible. Keeping close to the buildings on the docks, she only looked up on the signs. A grocery store. A liquor store. A material store. A pub. A shipwright. Wait a tic! A pub. Let us hope it is open. Quickly looking about--though that does not do much help--Johnathan could still hear them yelling, she pushed the door open quickly and closed the door behind her--as quiet as she could. But noone can close a door with ease while in the process of hiding.
Too quickly, actually. Seeing the young lady, John blinked; knitting the dark eyebrows in confusion. There were a few people within the pub. Two were playing darts while a group of five sailors--also On-Shore--drinking it up with most of them ignoring the newcomer.
Johnathan sighed as she tried to look calm--but didn't work out right when she heard the voices from the two sailors who were following her getting closer to the door. Her face--for the first time--had a panic look upon it.
Without thought, John motioned the girl to the bar. "Unda here." His hoarsed voice called out to her. He ducked down under the bar-counter to pull open a hidden door which led to the a smaller portion of the basement.
Yeah. Johnathan would have contradicted it, but she had nowhere else. Quickly moving towards the bar--more inparticularly behind it--she blinked as she would have thanked the man, but he was practically pushing her into the little basement compartment.
Closing the hidden door when the young lady got down there, he blinked and simply shrugged again--as if nothing happened.
It was about three minutes or so when the two sailors that were following the young lady finally came into the pub. They only looked around for a moment, seeing that it was more boring than the last pub they went to. "Come on. There's not even a women in sight. Bunch a sissies, though." Before the five sailors that were talking and drinking could get up, the two were gone from the pub.
News Of A Friend
Insanity and paranoia was getting to her. She wanted to see Renne, but couldn't. And she wanted to just meander around like not but couldn't. So, it was the only thing Johnathan could think of. Find someplace where they won't find her. With the fog rolling in for the night, it was a bit easier to not be seen so much within the alleyways.
About fifteen minutes into her walk, there was a small area where it was clear from fog. She blinked and sighed and walked straight on. Not a good thing, though. Johnathan passed by a couple of sailors-on-shore, who then waited a few small moments to turn about and follow her a bit. Johnathan didn't look back, but picked her pace up a bit. As did the two sailors.
Without thought, Johnathan ran. She knew why the two sailors didn't 'blow a whistle' on her--yeah. That reason. Dodging in and out of the alleyways and the streets.
By the time the fog came back, Johnathan came to realize that she ran all the way back to the docks. She could not see the men, but she heard them now.
"She went that way!" One of the sailor's harshed voice called out.
She needed somewhere to hide. Anywhere. But as quickly and quietly as possible. Keeping close to the buildings on the docks, she only looked up on the signs. A grocery store. A liquor store. A material store. A pub. A shipwright. Wait a tic! A pub. Let us hope it is open. Quickly looking about--though that does not do much help--Johnathan could still hear them yelling, she pushed the door open quickly and closed the door behind her--as quiet as she could. But noone can close a door with ease while in the process of hiding.
Too quickly, actually. Seeing the young lady, John blinked; knitting the dark eyebrows in confusion. There were a few people within the pub. Two were playing darts while a group of five sailors--also On-Shore--drinking it up with most of them ignoring the newcomer.
Johnathan sighed as she tried to look calm--but didn't work out right when she heard the voices from the two sailors who were following her getting closer to the door. Her face--for the first time--had a panic look upon it.
Without thought, John motioned the girl to the bar. "Unda here." His hoarsed voice called out to her. He ducked down under the bar-counter to pull open a hidden door which led to the a smaller portion of the basement.
Yeah. Johnathan would have contradicted it, but she had nowhere else. Quickly moving towards the bar--more inparticularly behind it--she blinked as she would have thanked the man, but he was practically pushing her into the little basement compartment.
Closing the hidden door when the young lady got down there, he blinked and simply shrugged again--as if nothing happened.
It was about three minutes or so when the two sailors that were following the young lady finally came into the pub. They only looked around for a moment, seeing that it was more boring than the last pub they went to. "Come on. There's not even a women in sight. Bunch a sissies, though." Before the five sailors that were talking and drinking could get up, the two were gone from the pub.