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Ryann woke up way early than he did. She stepped over him once more before pulling her hair up into a pony tail. She looked at him and softly smiled, remembering how hard he had it last night for falling asleep. She sighed and sat in the chair, pulling her boots on, placing her gloves on as well. She carefully got her bow and pack of arrows out of the closet trying not to wake him up. Ryann headed out the door after she got ready, her was still left in black pants and her white blouse as she walked out of the inn. She found her way to the roof of the inn, looking for birds or 'targets' for her arrows.

Ryann looked down when she heard the yawn. She giggled and loaded the bow with an arrow. She let the string go, sending the arrow flying towards him but landed in the ground where he was standing. "Sleep well, darling?" She placed emphasis on the word 'darling' referring form yesterday. She carefully climbed back down onto the ground and walked up him. "You're lucky I didn't hit you." She smiled at him before bending down to pick up her arrow, placing it back with the others. "Oh..wait..wait" She paused, placing her hands by her side and bowed in a sarcastic way. "Good morning, John." She came back up and raised an eyebrow at him, still softly smiling.

Ryann huffed, looking down. "And what could you possibly think they were talking about? They were using a code right? What was that code..what were they saying?" She tilted her head, before looking up at him again. "And warn me? Seriously, are you that paranoid." she sighed and lifted her pack of arrows over her shoulder, not the pack sitting on her back. "They were probably talking about some sporting event that happened. Or how they saw some lady in a window undressing." She rolled her eyes before combing her fingers through her somewhat of a bed head. "You have to learn how to have fun, John. I know this is important, but its stressful. Too much stress on your back will weigh you down more than I already do."

Ryann sighed, refusing to look at him now. "Well if I die, so be it." She shrugged. "At least I'd had fun on this mission, unlike some people." She whispered the last part of her sentence to herself as she continued to follow him down the road. "You are paranoid..if you are continuously waking up in the middle of the night, checking if the door is locked, listening to some idiot's conversation with another idiot, then that's being paranoid." She looked up at him, she could tell that he was annoyed with her. "And I'm sorry, if you annoyed with me, apparently you were paranoid enough to go into detail when you looked into the qualifications I had." She huffed, her tone of voice was back to sarcastic and her word speed picked up.

(Its fine! I was re-reading this role play anyways :D)

Ryann looked up at him while he was glaring at her and sighed, looking back down. "What does my past have to do with if I'm useful enough or not?" She tilted her head, before rolling her eyes. "Never mind.." She sighed. "Don't answer that question, you already seem more frustrated with me than anyone else who knows me." She wrinkled her nose at the ground, no longer having interest in talking to him anymore. She was frustrated with this mission, questioning it over and over again. She wondered why she seemed 'enough' for this mission, she wondered who gave him the papers. Ryann didn't necessarily want answers to these questions not with her anger building up inside, she took and let out a deep breath seeing if that calmed her down, but didn't She rubbed her face as it slowly started to turn light pink.

Ryann looked up at him, trying to make out what was wrong by his facial expressions. She slowly nodded at him when he told her to stay quiet. As soon as he pulled out his crossbow she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, Silent the entire process. She tensed up as her heart beat rapidly increased when she saw the creature, she wanting to become invisible behind him, and out of the creature's sight, but her debate ended with her just standing there stiff as a plank of wood. Ryann took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as she looked down, hiding her fearful reddened face, she said nothing remaining quiet no longer scared when the creature lost life.

Ryann took another deep breath, letting it out once again. This one coming out a bit shaky as she walked over to him. She examined the creature before looking at him, her red stained face looked around, examining their surrounds like John had done, she didn't have a reply to his sentence, she had been speechless in fear, if she spoke she would've stuttered another obvious telling to her fear. Ryann continuously tried to take deep breaths to calm her heart beat down, they works but she was still shocked, still didn't feel like speaking.

Ryann looked him in the eye before nodding rapidly while rubbing her red face. She sighed and looked around again. "O-Okay.." She looked at his hand and felt her heart race again when realizing she was stuttering. "Alright, o-okay~" She said while staring down at his hand on her arm, she wiped her mouth her her sleeve as if wiping the stuttering away. She wasn't as calm as she wanted to be but her red face when to light pink as she combed her fingers through her hair, tugging it as she went along with it. Ryann didn't take control of her breathing, letting herself pant, she knew she couldn't take control of it unless where was something there to really calm her down.

Ryann looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows. She bit her lower lip before looked back down. "We're fine." She repeated to herself, she was whispering but she was still audible. "We're okay.." She took a deep breath, not letting it out. "Can..we go now?" She let out her breath in her words, as she looked back up at him, accepting his smile as a way to slowly start to calm herself down. She gave him a soft smile back, letting him know she was now finally calmed down, and no longer in a state of panic.

Ryann's smiled quickly faded as she screamed John's name in terror. She bent down and turned him over. "P-please~" She bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying, even though she didn't know the exact reason to begin crying. She hardly knew John, but she didn't focus on the mission and was scared to do it alone. She looked in the direction of the shrieking, staring at the lady. "P-Please help me!" Her hands were covered in John's blood, as well as the her pants where her knees were. No matter how much she had gotten that knot in her throat signaling to cry, she couldn't bring herself to. She was scared, her hands shaking along with the rest of her body. She removes the arrow and pressed down on his neck, using her gloves to stop the blood, even though it was useless.

Ryann furrowed her eyes brows, staring at him. She was too surprised and in too much of a shock to remember someone being spotted by her. "A-An arrow to the neck." She whispered, tightly gripping onto his blood stained shirt. "I'm not leaving him hear, I don't care if he's dropped dead, or still breathing-" She immediately switched her glazed from her own hands, to his chest, then his face. "I'm not leaving him in the middle of the road." She continued to talk, continuing to tell herself to force the tears back. Her voice was low in a matured way, and grim. Her facial expression was poker, showing no sighs of emotion except for the bright pink face. Ryann combed her fingers through her hair her bangs being locked on the top of her head from the blood that was on her hands. She now had small streaks of blood red in her hair, not seeming to care.

Ryann sighed and stood up along with the girls pull. She leaned down, picking up the bolt/arrow that was fired and started to walked ahead of the girl. "I'm going to the bar first. Becoming drunk will make me forget this ever happened." She growled under her breath, walking towards the bar. She cleaned off the arrow from his blood pushed it into the pack of arrows on her back. Her wiped her face, leaving a slight stain of blood on her cheek, covering most of her freckles. She paused and turned around, running back to John. She stood over him, searching his body for a bulge of his crossbow. She lifted it out f his cloak, and started to walk the same way once again, not saying anything in this process.

Ryann eventually reached the bar, already ordering two ales for herself. She chugged both of them in less than two minutes. She didn't hesitate to go two at a time, not taking long for her to get drunk. She didn't stop when she felt herself slip from sober to high, going from two ales to three ales, chugging them one by one. A small image of John's warm smile flashed her eyes, causing her to flick her mug filled with ale across the table and disappear out of her sight , the ale spilling onto the floor. Ryann growled under her breath as she held on tightly to his crossbow, planning on keeping it, and learning how to use it.

(Sorry for the late response, I had soccer practice today, and I'm just getting to this! Also, with the mug of ale she spilled? I wasn't sure about it hitting someone and causing a brief argument, between someone and Ryann. If you'd like to do that, I'm fine with it :D)

Ryann scoffed, staring ahead of her. "Please refrain from telling me what to do, sir~" She mocked his tone, rolling her eyes before she spoke. She turned her head and stared up at him with the drunken poker face, she huffed before speaking again. "I didn't throw it..I flicked it not so gently across the table.." Her words where slurred. "And it..just so happens that..It hit you." She looked down at the floor before looking at him once more. "I didn't hit you, you were just in the cups way of possibly hitting some other idiot like you." She turned her head to face it forward once more before going back to silence.