Time Line W/Moon+Rodeo

[Pool of the Moon]

Mitchell watched her and shook his head. She didn't seem to be phased by this truth at all. This confused him. What was she so desperate to protect? What or who was she hiding? Did she really think she would hurt someone just because she was a prisoner? He hoped she didn't think that he didn't want to hurt anyone unless it was for protection. He knelt down next to her cell "I ask two questions and You may answer how you like" he sai very simply "Why are you so desperate to get out so soon? And who are you protecting?" He asked softly "Think about it if you answer those questions I will speak for you and help you if you decide not to answer you will have to work a deal with someone else or find a way to persuade me that you are honest and will not steal again... And if you do steal you won't get caught"

[ShadowStarFang]

When he stayed, she shifted her wait. This would take a while. She watched him and waited as he spoke. When he asked the same questions again, she sighed. "Would you want to be stuck in here?" She murmured to him. "Protecting? Myself and of those who depend or may depend on me." She only stated. It was truth, but only partial. At his last statement, she planned to never get caught and to stay on the low radar. It was safer that way. She nodded. "I won't."

[Pool of the Moon]

Mitchell listened with a sigh he looked down and leaned his head against the outside of the bars. He thought a moment "one last thing... I swear... Just give me a name" he said softy "not a name of the person but a relation... Friend, mother, father, brother, sister, cousin, grandmother Or even less specific Male or Female... I dot care just something" e said and looked at her but he knew he could not make he say a word "I know I can't make you say anything but I ask it more as a question... Regardless I will keep my word you answered my questions so I will speak for you and try to get them to release you"

[ShadowStarFang]

Murina looked at the guard and shifted her weight. "One." She told him. Only one depended on her. But only half way. There was her friend who helped support him. She sat there and looked at the man before her. Men like this usually tried to intimidate her or others, but he used his words. This was something she wasn't used to. How did he do it? Her dark hazel eyes only showed their dark side, the brown, as she looked at him. Her brown hair was starting to fall out of the bun she would normally have it in.

[Pool of the Moon]

Mitchell watched her "you do not have to act so strong you know... I'm not going to hurt you or anyone for that matter if I don't have to" he said simply and stood up walkin back to his post by the wooden door and finally got tired of hearing te old man gripe so he opened the cell but bonded his hands behind him and lead him down the row "Arthur is an obnoxious old man who wished to introduce himself" he smiled a crooked toothless smile " well 'ello I am Arthur and who may you be?"

[ShadowStarFang]

Murina only looked at him and nodded. When Ben left, she stayed in place. After a moment she got to her feet and looked out the window, whistfully watching the outside. Her mind was busy until the rattle of chains and a crackled voice came to her. Twisting around, she looked at the speaker and owner of the scratchy voice. It was an older man and she only watched him as each word slipped slyly from him. She never heard the words Mitchell spoke. As the old man's words creeped to her, she looked at him. "Murina." She didn't want to tell this man more than needed.

[Pool of the Moon]

Arthur smirked "Well you are a pretty lady Murina you should watch out for these guards" he said motioning to Mitchell with his head who rolled his eyes "Altight enough" he said taking the man back to his cell then came back "Sorry Murina he is just an odd old man" he said and sighed dipping his head "If you need anything let me know"

[ShadowStarFang]

Murina only gave a questionable smile look to Arthur and nodded. "Okay." She told him, really skeptical of the man. She watched him, and as Mitchell took him away, she narrowed her eyes. When Mitchell came back, she nodded. "Alright, I will do that." and looking around, she had no idea what to do in here. Taking her hands, she moved them to her collar bones. She untied the cloak and set it in the corner with the blanket. She had no more reason to hide under it, but at the same time, keeping it on was getting warm in the cell and she had to do something. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and looked around her cell again since she was left to her peace. Reaching up, the girl took her hair out of the bun. Taking up some of the front of her hair, she took her clip she used, a rod with a hook, which was a knife in the hoof, and cut her bangs. She had the side bangs, and she did it to the other side as well. They were uneven, but she didn't care. Taking her hand, she flipped her hair and had her bangs all on the same side and adjusted her part. Once she was done, she took the top half of her hair and used the rod to pin it back. It worked somehow, and some strands fell in her face. She looked back to the door and walked over, looking out and waiting. Maybe somebody would come by.

[Pool of the Moon]

Mitchell looked up relieved as someone finally came down to take over but grumbled "Seriously Charles?" He said as the drunk man stumbled in Mitchell sighed "Whatever just leave the prisoners alone and try to keep guard" he said then turned and headed to eat dinner and see his sister and mother before going to bed

[ShadowStarFang]

Murina watched the pair exchange words as she stood by her cell door. Hmm. Maybe she could talk to him... She brushed off whatever her guard said to the new drunk guard. Steadily, her eyes watched the guard as Mitchell left.
Once the door slammed and he was gone, she glanced around sheepishly. Looking back to the guard, she played with the part of her hair that was down and looked up to the guard innocently. Then she spoke. "Sir?" She asked sweetly. "Charles, that's your name, isn't it?" Her voiced chimed. "I was hoping you would do a poor girl like me a favor. Could you do that?" The hope in her voice was tempting and drew the low minded in, but those with a good set between their eyes wouldn't have been fooled to begin with. Drunk and probably absent minded, it wouldn't be hard to get Charles to put in a good word for her.