Post by Roan on May 18, 2011 0:58:52 GMT -5
The hastily thrown together escape plan actually worked better than Roan could have hoped. She was able to get out the door and out of sight before Anil even realized that she was gone. Without a smidgeon of an idea of where she was going the woman ran. She ran fast and far to put distance between that flat and her so that he wouldn’t have a chance of easily finding her. Panic was coursing through her veins as she suddenly found herself free and very vulnerable and alone. There wasn’t even Song to accompany her this time as she found winding through Drakborough again in such a short period of time. Roan rounded a corner into an alley and stopped to breathe and try and squeeze a moment’s clarity from her addled brain.
The primal fear of flight was burning through her blood, though honestly Roan didn’t know what she was running from. That flat had been a single source of safety, no matter how awkward. But the situation she was putting Anil in wasn’t a healthy one and so she demolished all thoughts of turning back around and fleeing back. Most of her just wanted to get away. Anywhere but here, wizarding Spain, where her crimes were haunting her just by being in the country.
All of the distress was still too much for the woman who clutched her arms around her chest and fought back tears. Long brown hair fell to hide her face from any random passerby who might glance into the alley and see a random barefoot shaking girl in ill-fitting robes. It took several agonizing minutes of deep breathing to get herself calm enough to formulate the skeleton of a plan. Travel took money, and that Roan had in abundance thanks to her siphoning it off her parents. If she was going to get out of the country in decent clothes and safely she had to get that money.
That one thought put enough purpose in the broken down lycan to make her feet start moving into town. Roan kept to the edges and kept her head down as she moved through shoppers and townsfolk before finally finding herself at the small bank where she kept her funds. Her heart thudded like a kettle drum in her chest. If her crimes were made public then entering into an establishment and giving her name to draw from an account could be the worst thing she could do. But if she didn’t do it then she faced having nowhere to stay and nothing to eat which didn’t get her far. So mustering the grain of courage still remaining in her body the woman stepped into the bank and up to a teller.
Normally at this bank she was greeted with a warm smile and by name. After all, Roan held a very fat account that she added to monthly from a sum she got from her parent’s accountant. It helped that the man was a squib. Roan hadn’t expected a cheery smile of a greeting due to her dishelved state, but she hadn’t expected the teller to actually grimace at the site of her either. It took Roan aback and she cautiously fiddled with her fingers as she began to speak. “Um, hi. My name is Roan Aliagh, I’d like to make a withdrawal from my account.” Her voice was timid and questioning because the man looked at her like she was something to be feared. He was obviously nervous and gestured to a man that she knew to be a manager before disappearing from behind the counter with a deafening crack.That deepening pit in her stomach from earlier was back and it was wider than ever. This was not a good idea. Shit. Flashed through her head several times as she waited for an answer. The flight instinct was back and Roan was two seconds away from dashing out of the bank like a madwoman.
Primal fear was in her eyes as the manager approached, a solemn look on his face. This was the lively man who usually had to approve her withdrawals when she came because she had no wand to prove her identity. Yet the look on his face inspired more panic because of how drawn he was. “Miss Aliagh, surely you knew your account was being monitored?” Those few words almost made Roan puke. Her old self would never have done something so stupid. The lure of getting out of the country safely had been too much or she would have been more confident in her thought that going to a bank of all places was a bad idea after burning down her house and killing someone. The man read the distraught look on her face and seemed panicked by it. After all, she was being touted as a murderer. “Please don’t try anything rash, we’ve already alerted the authorities…”
He probably continued talking, but Roan didn’t hear. She just turned and did what she felt like she had been doing for days. Since she had fled the Hospital Wing. Roan again ran, not knowing where she was going. But at least now she knew she probably had someone to run from.
The primal fear of flight was burning through her blood, though honestly Roan didn’t know what she was running from. That flat had been a single source of safety, no matter how awkward. But the situation she was putting Anil in wasn’t a healthy one and so she demolished all thoughts of turning back around and fleeing back. Most of her just wanted to get away. Anywhere but here, wizarding Spain, where her crimes were haunting her just by being in the country.
All of the distress was still too much for the woman who clutched her arms around her chest and fought back tears. Long brown hair fell to hide her face from any random passerby who might glance into the alley and see a random barefoot shaking girl in ill-fitting robes. It took several agonizing minutes of deep breathing to get herself calm enough to formulate the skeleton of a plan. Travel took money, and that Roan had in abundance thanks to her siphoning it off her parents. If she was going to get out of the country in decent clothes and safely she had to get that money.
That one thought put enough purpose in the broken down lycan to make her feet start moving into town. Roan kept to the edges and kept her head down as she moved through shoppers and townsfolk before finally finding herself at the small bank where she kept her funds. Her heart thudded like a kettle drum in her chest. If her crimes were made public then entering into an establishment and giving her name to draw from an account could be the worst thing she could do. But if she didn’t do it then she faced having nowhere to stay and nothing to eat which didn’t get her far. So mustering the grain of courage still remaining in her body the woman stepped into the bank and up to a teller.
Normally at this bank she was greeted with a warm smile and by name. After all, Roan held a very fat account that she added to monthly from a sum she got from her parent’s accountant. It helped that the man was a squib. Roan hadn’t expected a cheery smile of a greeting due to her dishelved state, but she hadn’t expected the teller to actually grimace at the site of her either. It took Roan aback and she cautiously fiddled with her fingers as she began to speak. “Um, hi. My name is Roan Aliagh, I’d like to make a withdrawal from my account.” Her voice was timid and questioning because the man looked at her like she was something to be feared. He was obviously nervous and gestured to a man that she knew to be a manager before disappearing from behind the counter with a deafening crack.That deepening pit in her stomach from earlier was back and it was wider than ever. This was not a good idea. Shit. Flashed through her head several times as she waited for an answer. The flight instinct was back and Roan was two seconds away from dashing out of the bank like a madwoman.
Primal fear was in her eyes as the manager approached, a solemn look on his face. This was the lively man who usually had to approve her withdrawals when she came because she had no wand to prove her identity. Yet the look on his face inspired more panic because of how drawn he was. “Miss Aliagh, surely you knew your account was being monitored?” Those few words almost made Roan puke. Her old self would never have done something so stupid. The lure of getting out of the country safely had been too much or she would have been more confident in her thought that going to a bank of all places was a bad idea after burning down her house and killing someone. The man read the distraught look on her face and seemed panicked by it. After all, she was being touted as a murderer. “Please don’t try anything rash, we’ve already alerted the authorities…”
He probably continued talking, but Roan didn’t hear. She just turned and did what she felt like she had been doing for days. Since she had fled the Hospital Wing. Roan again ran, not knowing where she was going. But at least now she knew she probably had someone to run from.