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Post by Sam on Mar 31, 2008 20:28:16 GMT -5
Jaymes and the guards return to the cell, and he is locked in again, securely.
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Post by Sam on Apr 1, 2008 11:47:28 GMT -5
//////////////////////////////////////// Jaymes rose from bed in hte morning and did his usual execises, before washing and donning fresh garb. He knocked on the cell door, and a minute later two guards entered. They looked at him rolling their eyes, but he asked the question anyway. "Would you mind escorting me to Ser Edric's quarters, if you would?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 1, 2008 11:50:19 GMT -5
The guards nodded sternly, and unlocked the door.
"Right this way milord."
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Post by Sam on Apr 2, 2008 18:42:25 GMT -5
Lord Jaymes heard horns, and darted to his Tower's window. It faced the wrong direction, but he saw a ship moving in the direction of the harbor, flying under the scythe of Harlaw. He cursed softly to himself, and then sat back down on his bed with the book he had been reading.
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Post by Sam on Apr 3, 2008 14:38:43 GMT -5
Jaymes wordlessly flung the book across his room, where it hit the far wall and exploded sending sheaves of paper flying in all directions. Since the sunflower knight had sailed from the island, Jaymes had lacked a sparring partner, as well as anyone to speak to. He had tried being friendly towards the guards but they had bored him quickly. The slothfulness was killing him, and he felt like he was slowly losing his mind. He looked to the small window, which was covered by a grate of metal bars; there was no way he could get out through there. He looked at his bed, and then up at the ceiling where the rafters were visible among cobwebs and shadows.
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Post by Sam on Apr 3, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -5
Jaymes had removed the linens from his bed and torn them into strips half a dozen strips, about as long as he was tall. He braided these together over the course of an hour, creating a makeshift rope of linen. He brought his small table to the center of the room and stood on it as he tied his linen rope to the lowest rafter. Once he lost his balance, and crashed to the floor, but rose again with a snarl and succeeded in tying it off.
He stepped down off the table, and looked at his handiwork. Six feet of linen hung from the rafters, directly over the small table. He hope the linen would support his weight and not break, and stood silently watching rope drift back and forth in the slight breeze that was coming in through the tower window.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 17:46:21 GMT -5
After the crash to the floor, guards enter the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" The guard asks irritably.
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Post by Sam on Apr 3, 2008 19:33:51 GMT -5
"Nothing," Jaymes said, equally irritably. He sat in the chair and retrieved a book, completely ignoring the linens hanging from the rafters. "Can I help you with anything?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 3, 2008 22:08:29 GMT -5
One man watches Jaymes suspiciously, holding a heavy iron rod, and looking excited about the prospect of using it. The other one, takes the linens down, and than disappears. A few more guards enter, search the room for anything considered dangerous, to self or others, and than depart again, the door locked securely behind them.
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2008 2:28:46 GMT -5
Jaymes drummed his fingers on the desk. He had done his best to appear irritable and mad when the guards had burst into his room, but he was secretly relieved. Truly, he did not want to die, especially a coward's death such as suicide was. He had already read every book in the room twice, and felt like he was going crazy from boredom. In the months prior to his imprisonment he had been incredibly busy, to occupy his mind, but now that there was nothing for him to do he found his thoughts drifting perpetually back to Aly.
He had gotten word of her death while in King's Landing and had immediately lashed out in fury. He'd destroyed most of his room, and the next day gone out into the melee and had relished Maurin's order to murder the Ironman. After that he had busied himself constantly and kept her from his mind, until his incarceration. For the first time since Aly had died, Jaymes sat with his face in his hands, and started to cry. His body was wracked with sobs, and he let out a wordless scream of pain and rage and sorrow.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 2:33:33 GMT -5
The door to the sell opened, and Ser Betrand entered. Seeing Lord Farman in an emotional state, he took a seat by the table, and watched.
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2008 3:01:41 GMT -5
"Get. Out." The words came out in a snarl, but the lord forced control over himself. He looked up at the man who was seated in the chair smirking. Jaymes' fists clenched and unclenched involuntarily and he clasped his hands tightly together behind his back. "What do you want?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 11:02:06 GMT -5
"I can see that you are busy." said Ser Betrand. "Perhaps now is not the time to tell you that you are to be moved today. I will return in a few weeks, and we can discuss your trip to King's Landing then."
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Post by Sam on Apr 4, 2008 13:38:17 GMT -5
"Very well, shall I begin to pack my belongings?" Jaymes said, sarcastically.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 4, 2008 13:48:31 GMT -5
Ser Betrand snapped his fingers, and four guards entered.
"If you'd like you spend the trip to King's Landing discussing naval war theory with Lord Redwyne, or you can spend it in chains below deck with a sack over your head. Your option, but decide soon, because Lord Redwyne is seeking to live today."
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