by wolfrunner » Mon Sep 24, 2012 12:32 pm
Arya's hand twitched like it had before, but she cought herself. She twisted a bit to try and get away from them when they dragged her, but not much. The acting part was easy enough...the staying completely calm part was a little tinsy bit difficult. Still the red head managed. She was reminded that, if things got way too out of hand, she was armed. The cool metal pressing against the side of her thigh and against her arm remninded her of that fact. Not that it would do very much good with her hands bound though. When she saw Jet go to hit her, Arya moved her head in the same direction as the black haired boy's hand would go, to ease the blow. That's not to say that it didn't leave a faint angry pink red mark on her cheek though.