Trapped in the Darkness (Semi-Advanced, Revolutionary War)

Lilly-
"What would you do if I said patriot?" I asked. I was more scared of him then he is scared of me. I think. "And your here because we found you wounded and my family, no matter what side your on, health matters first," I added. Well, me and my mom do so we forced pops to let us.

[align=center]Noa Lynstock
Spy for the Patriots - Escaped Slave

Noa kept her head down as she wandered down the road. Her cap shadowed most of her face, and her arms were hidden by her long sleeves, but if anyone paid attention, it would be clear that she stood out like a drop of blood on snow.
She carried a bundle in her arms, quite possessive of it like someone might try and take it from her. But it looked like a sack of flour to most. It was, but hidden inside of it were details on the British army's plans. That made her load seem a thousand times heavier.
She kept one eye on the people she passed, scanning their faces for any hint of malice. She was so focused on those around her that she tripped and fell onto the hard stones. Thankfully, the bag of flour and secrets was not harmed, but her torn sleeve revealed a scraped elbow.
She sighed and picked herself up as more cultured ladies tittered at her un-gracefulness. Continuing on, she was more careful on the cobblestones, but a few moments later her mind was once again consumed by thought. Boston was the last large town before the Patriot's headquarters, so she might as well find a place to sleep here tonight.
Remembering the list she had been given of true Patriots (ie those with family fighting, or those who donated money to the cause and such), she remembered a family who lived here in Boston. They had a son fighting in the war. After asking for directions, she found herself on the doorstep of their home. Swallowing tightly, as asking people for help usually yielded trouble for her, she knocked three times on the door.

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Barry Jones
Semi-Patriotic Merchant - Neighbor

Barry relaxed in his home, watching the street outside. People always fascinated him. When he was younger, he had dreamed of being an actor, as he loved to dream of what went on inside other's heads, what their stories were.
Of course, his father had said no, d*mn the man. But it was because of him that Barry was successful, had money and little worries, besides who was going to win this blasted war. The war meant that most of his shipments had been cut off, and thus he didn't have enough money to donate to either side. Barry wasn't much of a loyal man, preferring to bet on the horse after it had pulled ahead, as his father used to teach him. If he sided with the wrong people, his body would join the others in the graves.
With a scowl, he pulled the curtains, isolating himself in the dark and empty house.

(What part of the war is this taking place in? I'm assuming it's after the Patriots have gotten hold of Boston?)

Lilly-
I hear a knock at my door before i could respond to the soldier.I then went to answer it. I opened the door and saw a girl. "Come in, do come in," I said.

[align=center](Quick Question: What is Lilly's last name?)

Noa

Noa gave a small smile to the girl and stepped inside. She quickly looked around before asking in a hushed tone, "I work for the Revolutionaries and need to stay the night somewhere. May I stay here?"
She never saw the point of mincing words, always preferring to be straightforward. Adjusting the sack of flour in her arms, she once again glanced about the home. After camping out for a few days, it was nice to be inside a house once again.

Lilly Foxx-
I nodded then turned to the soldier. "You are staying till you are fully healed," I said as my mother and farther walked in. Just in time. My dad went off to "study his work" or just to hide from the world. My mother went into the kitchine to start cooking. I closed the door.

[align=center](Thank you, and I don't care about historical inaccuracies, I was just wondering if you were going by the history book or whatever.)

Noa

As Miss Foxx assured the man that he would be healed, Noa grew curious, and walked over to where her host stood. Her heart caught in her throat as she simultaneously took our her pistol and clutched her package closer to herself.
"Miss Fox." She began in a strained voice. "Why do you have a British soldier in your home?"
Noa practically spat out the word British. She was not fond of many people, British in particular. But her arm relaxed a little as she took in the soldier's wounds.
She knew of wounds, both mental and physical, felt empathy for those who had either. And while she hated his people, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the man who lay helpless on the cot before her. However, this did not mean that she dropped her weapon, but merely waited to see if there was an acceptable explanation before shooting.
She barely registered Miss Foxx's parents entering, but did note that they did not react with horror to the enemy in their home.

Lilly Foxx-
Mupy mom answered, "we believe that health much more important, British or not," she said, still calmly cooking away. I only nodded slightly. That's all I can do. My mom explained it clearly enought I hope.

[align=center]Noa

His voice surprised her. It sounded like he was frightened. Of her? Well, she was pointing a gun at him, though he probably couldn't see that through the bandages. Not much of a threat was probably true, but a small part of her burned to attack anyways, for the injustices served her. It didn't make any sense, but the situation before her wasn't exactly sane either.
Mrs. Foxx's voice came from the kitchen, and Noa wavered. At least they hadn't gone full-Loyalist, and their intentions were good, even if for her they presented bad timing.
She paused a moment longer, then finally lowered her gun. "I'm glad I'm only staying here till dawn." She muttered before moving away from the soldier's room, still fiercely holding her sack of flour.
She relaxed more the further away from the man she got, ans so she felt the sting of her earlier scrape. Her scowl deepening, she moved over to Mrs. Foxx. "Would you happen to have anything I can use for this?" She asked, gesturing to the minor wound.

(Just for fun, I was thinking there could be a storm of some sorts, keeping Noa there longer, and bringing in my other character, Barry, to ask for food or candles or something.)

(Yeah)
My mom stopped coking then opend a draw witch was full of medical stuff. So that's where we go all that bandages. Now speaking of witch. "Mum, can we take of the bandages of the solider yet?" I asked. She shook her head. "Not yet," she said. I'm so surprised to mom can to many hating sat ice, if it was me, I woudk be freaking out by then.

[align=center]Noa

"Thank you." She said before taking some supplies from the drawer. With a small nod, she sat down in an empty chair to tend to the scrape. It had long since stopped bleeding, but that made it a bit harder to clean, and the gravel and dirt from the city streets did nothing to help. It took her many minutes before she was satisfied with her work. Wrapping a small bandage around it, to help keep away infection, she turned to the two women before her.
"Is there a place for me to put my things?" She asked. She didn't really care where she had to sleep, a bed, a couch, a mess of blankets on the floor, she didn't complain. But she was tired from her journey, and needed to leave early the next morning.
But as her gaze drifted to the window, where rain droplets were slowly growing in number, and she sighed inwardly. Hopefully it will be gone by morning She thought as lightning flashed across the sky.

Lilly Foxx-
"Yes, follow me," I said. I walked to my room, looking behind me, making sure she was following me. I then stoop. I'll sleep in my brothers room. "You can stay here," I said. Well, this is not good, a Storm. Well, we can live with it. It happened but honestly, I don't like this weather, I love being outside.

[align=center]Noa

"You are very kind." She said as thanks to the young woman. Even if she didn't understand the family's actions, there was no denying that simple truth. Taking off her cap and jacket, she placed them at the foot of the bed along with her small knapsack. She did not leave the pistol nor the sack of flour. She would be a fool to, in her business.
Left wih nothing to do but wait out the storm, she found herself back at the soldier's door. he was curled up in a tight ball, pitiful one might see him. He posed no threat, as he had assured her before, but she did not loosen her tight grip on her sack of flour because of this. Taking a step inside the doorway, she saw by his breathing that he was awake. Despite the bandages and injuries that no doubt hindered his eyesight, he likely knew she was there; she hadn't been exactly stealthy approaching. Her heavy boots and the floorboards made creaky by the humidity were clear giveaways.
I should turn back. There is nothing to be gained by talking to this man. She thought, but did not move away. Instead, she opened her mouth. "What is it that inspires soldiers to fight?" She asked quietly, though not weakly.

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Barry

Wind sneaking in through the cracks in his home blew out his candle, the one he was using to read by. Cursing, he reached for his box of matches, only to find it empty.
Well, I'm not just going to sit here in the dark. He thought to himself, launching on a whirlwind search of his house for matches. He found one, but it broke as he tried to strike it. More curses ensued as he tried to think of a plan.
"The Foxxs might have some matches..." He mused to himself, this time aloud. The rain was growing in intensity, but he had just reached a cliff hanger in the book. The candle situation was life or death -at least for that character.
With a sigh, he opened his door, only to be greeted with a blast of cold wind and rain. Pulling his coat tighter around him, he slammed his door shut and hurried over to knock on the Foxx's door. He shivered every time a raindrop found it's way past his coat, soon turning his shirt into a wet mess.
Y'know, I could've waited till tomorrow. He began to think.