Kara nodded and went over to get the fresher clothes slipping them on then coming back over and sat down leaning on her brother. "Brother.... I'm sorry.... and... I'm scared..." she whispered softly as she curled to his side clinging to him some while she still could. She was so scared he would die... she was sure he would die since they would think it was her instead of him.

"I know..." Jeremy said with a deep sigh as he leaned into her, "So am I"
He let out a little shudder and reached out to stroke her hair with one hand. He was scared he realized, his hands were even shaking, but for who he was not entirely sure. He certainly was afraid for his sisters sake, for it was still possible that the mob would see though their deception, and he did not want to die, though he surely felt he deserved it, but somehow they seemed separate fears that had nothing to do with each other. But he was afraid, and oddly at peace.
"It will be alright in the end..." He said calmly.

(hiya ^^ how ya doin?)

Karasu nodded some then looked up at him tears coming back to her eyes some. "How will it ever be alright again? Brother... one if not both of us are to die today... or tomorrow... whichever they choose... how will it be alright?" she whispered softly as she could already hear the people breaking down the main door and trying to get through any other closed door in the house... though they were a ways away and she knew it... they were all the way down on the first floor... and her room was on the third thankfully. She clung to her brother the tears starting up again as she berried her face in his chest though knew soon enough he would be torn away from her and she would not be able to call out to him... that would give them away and she couldn't do that... he was doing this for her and if she did such a thing then they would bother surely die.

"I dont know..." He said honestly as a prang of fear came through him. No, no it would not be alright, nothing would ever be right again after what he did, and he knew that.
"No...no it wont be ok...but one of us has to survive, to live on. It would be sensless if we both died even if we both are deserving. But at least its me that will be executed for sure...im the murderer not you... I do deserve whatever that croud gives me.."
((im good. Yourself?))

(I'm doin pretty good X3 )

Karasu nodded some as she listened to him and looked at him some though wasn't sure what to do nor what she could do at this point.

(sorry it's short wasn't sure what to post DX )

((nether do i XD))

(I was thinking that you might be the one to post when they break in there and take Jeremy?)

Jeremy let out a little sigh and leaned forward, as if about to say something, as suddenly a huge blast ripped through the building. The shock of it was enough to knock over the dresser and send Remy tumbling off the bed. When it subsided, Remy let out a haunting sort of nervous laugh and looked at his sister with an unreadable wide eyed expression. He felt pure adrenaline at this point, he felt noting of fear, not for himself at least.
"Gunpowder, I think...lots of it. Peculiar little idea that, I suppose we don't have a front door now. Hehe," He said quickly with that same nervous laugh, "Funny, they dont joke around at all. Theill be here in a few seconds...Prepare yourself."

Kurasu yelped slightly when they were knocked off the bed and she fell beside her brother since she had still been clinging to him. She hugged him again and put her face in the hallow of his neck tears still there though she was trying to make them subside so it wouldn't be so odd... and she had to ready herself... she couldn't yell out for him or cry for him... they would come and killed her too and he didn't want that so she would fallow his will.

Jeremy held his sister to him for a moment to comfort her.
"Stay calm...you wont die today," He said, attempting to smile as he heard a small army of people thundering up the stairs, "Now...try your very best to be me...hopefully we can copy each other well enough to-"
Jeremy didnt finish his sentence as a loud bang came to the door. They were a whack away from the door being pushed down. Jeremy twitched nervously as he waited. A loud crack came as the second blow to the door was issued. He could see the splinters jutting out of the doors hinges and a huge chasm that went down the center of the door.
The final crash came and the door flew apart and five soldiers entered and poised their swards at them. Jeremy held his chin up in defiance of their threatening stances. Right on cue Lord Iron strided into the room. Not surprisingly, Remy could see every emotion running through him in those deep gray blue eyes of his. He has in horrible despair , no doubt because of Helenas death, and his eyes were still red around the edges from crying. He felt a horrible prang of guilt and horrible rage as he realized this. He hated him for falling in love with Helena and vise versa and, to a lesser degree, what he had done to his sister. And yet he still pitied him, he knew exactly how he was feeling. There was rage there as well, rage directed at him. He smiled.
"Hello Henry..." He said evenly.

Lord Iron almost growled some at Jeremy thinking that it was Karasu since, if they thought on it enough and concentrated on acting and sounding alike, they could mimic eachother. He put the tip of the sword to Jeremy's throat and glared at him. "You selfish, spoiled, little brat! You have no right to call me by that name! If I were you I would grovel though it would not help for you are dead no matter what." the man growled and Kara held her tongue looking down. They wouldn't touch unless they thought that there was something odd about her though she was wearing servants clothes so they wouldn't even pay her any attention unless it was to tell her to leave or whatever.

"Oh I will call you whatever I please you slimy little adulterer," He said, glaring at Lord Iron and glancing down at the sword with contempt, "I am a wronged woman and one of royalty, I have every right to do as i please and scorn you as i wish. Even with your sword and soldiers i am still of royal blood...any other day i would command you to grovel at ME."
Jeremy, hated what he was saying, it physically hurt him to say it because he knew what it felt like to loose Helena. He understood his anger compleetly.

Lord Iron growled and grabbed Jeremy by the callor then threw him raoghly towards two of the guards who retained him. "Well then, I'll hummer you, you get to choose which way we're gonna kill you... there is no wheezily out of this one your royal pain." he sneered and Kara was having so much trouble controlling herself but she had to... she couldn't flee the room right now... it would draw too much attention.

Jeremy could not help but laugh at this, loudly at that, and looked at him with a contemptuous smile.
"Something public would be fitting wouldnt it? Hanging is too brutish though dont you think. And while death by fire is ever so romantic it would ruin my hair horribly. No, something more, elegant dont you think? A beheading perhaps? Oh yes, i like that idea, a beheading is just right." He said with a level of mirth that was almost contagious, "And then you will have your revenge for your precious harlot you adulterous wretch."
Jeremy could not hold back the first sob that pushed through his lips. He had never hated himself more at this moment for speaking so badly about Helena, he was glad he was dying at Iron's hands or he surely would have done the deed himself in that moment. He quickly brought himself back from the brink and placed his mask of regalness back to his features.

Iron stared at Jeremy as if he were some mad man... well woman in what he thought since he thought it was Karasu. He huffed some and without another word started walking out having the men drag Jeremy not too far behind. Kara looked at her brother and silent tears fell. When they were all gone she started sobbing horribly and stayed there for a few before getting up and grabbing a black cloak to cover herself in as she walked out the back of the house and started walking around. She only had a few things with her now... she had a little bit of money though not enough to draw attention and she had a bag with one other set of clothes that look like pessents clothes... they were her brothers and the only reminiscence she had of him and nacklase he had been wearing that was sat on the bed when they swapped clothes... she wanted to keep it to remember him by and she knew that he would have probably given it to her anyway;.

Remy put up no protest and allowed himself to be strung along. He let himself glance back at his sister one last time, knowing that he would likely never see her ever again. The thought of being forever without her made him horribly sick to his stomach, but knowing she would live to see another day filled him with peace. It was still painful, but it was bearable.
As he was lead along by Iron's men, he imagined what was to come in the public square. A beheading would be fast, painless even if they did it in one good swoop. It seemed simple, but he could not pretend that he was not afraid to die. Death was a mystery and he did not want it even if he felt he deserved it.
He shuddered at the thought of his execution and clutched one hand to the fabric his sisters dress, it was strangely comforting. He smiled for a moment as he imagined his sisters presence with him as he faced that mysterious undiscovered country he would soon be venturing into and suddenly, for the first time in the past two days, he was happy.

Karasu walked along the streats her head lowered as she moved to the center of the city where the beheading was to be held. She knew Her brother would be drug up there soon and this would tare her apart though this was her fault and this was her punishment... she would stay with him till his last breath just as they had promised each other long ago. She clenched her chest as she saw Iron come up with a few guards fallowing him dragging her beloved brother behind them. Tears fell from her eyes as they forced her brother to his feet... though they thought he was her... so she couldn't say anything for him... she couldn't cry out for him still.... she had to stay silent as she would soon watch them chop off his head.

It was oddly bothersome that it took so little time for the men to usher Jeremy to the center of the platform where he would die. He felt an odd swell of pride in the face of his death and really felt that it needed to be a bit more exiting. He wanted recognition, a rabble, a riot, something for goodness sakes. If he was going to die, he wanted the public to remember, because they would never remember Jeremy the princesses lowly servant boy so let them remember him as a princess.
He scanned the street for his sister, he found her quickly but she was quickly lost in the growing crowd of exited spectators. They were angry, angry at their princess. Dying for blood. That was more like it. It still sickened him to see them so angry at him, deservedly, but at least he was being recognized. It was a bitter feeling, even more bitter as the growing crowd started launching objects at him, one well aimed bottle shattering on his head and sending a trickle of blood to begin flowing down his face.
((Sorry it took so long XD))

Kara gasped softly as tears fell from her eyes seeing the bottle hit her brothers head and cause him to bleed out. Why couldn't they just end it and not hurt him? At least if they went ahead and ended it then he wouldn't have to suffer... though that's what they probably wanted. She was actually quite close to the front now and wondered some if her brother could or would see her... she kinda hoped that he did... she wanted to see his eyes on her one more time before they would be forced shut forever more.

(OMGOSH!!! HI!!! X3 I've missied you XD )

Jeremy looked on without any real sighn of the pain the wound in his head was causing. A punch drunk feeling spread through his head and ballooned out obnoxiously, making his feet feel as if they were vibrating. His entire body felt like it was vibrating with it. He knew he was shaking at this point, but he didnt know if it was from fear or from the blow to the head. He certainly didn't feel afraid, but even if he was, admitting it to himself was shameful even if he was the only one who could recognize it.
"Im ready..." He said to himself and to Iron.

Karasu started sobbing quietly and no one seemed to hear her as she could hear her brother say that he was ready then saw Iron nod. She couldn't look as the tugged the rope then let it go. She heard the swish of the blade and then the clean cut and it made her cry even more. She was so discusted with herself and wished that the blame had just been left on her instead of her brother taking her place. She wanted so badly to scream out and cry about this though... she couldn't. Her brother did this so she could live on... she had to live on and do what he wished of her... though she really didn't want to... how could she live with herself after what she did to her brother?

Jeremy felt the blade dig into his neck for a split second, it was a sharp buzzing pain that radiated through every fiber of his being. If he had had time to even think he would have been thankful that it only lasted for a brief flash before he was pulled into a deep black nothingness. He was both conscious and unconscious, seeing without seeing, though he knew his body was long gone. He could see only blackness and yet he was still perceiving the blood soaked ground and what was left of his headless body, still gushing out crimson life in brief weak gushes. The image was there, but not there at all, like a film uneasily flapping back and forth between worlds. It was a very odd sensation.
He was dead, he knew that, but it did not trouble him, his sisters crying did not even stir him. His guilt was gone, he felt only contented nothingness. He felt like smiling at that moment, and wondered vaguely what was next as the images pulled away and replaced by empty blackness.

Karasu screamed as she sat straight up in bed and started sobbing quietly once again. It had been the same for the last 200 years... she had nightmares of the same thing almost every night for the last 200 years... all of those last few days of her dear twins life. She felt horrible, she felt completely responsible and like she should die but she wouldn't kill herself... then his sacrifice would have been in vain and she didn't want that. She sighed as she stood and went to go get ready for the day ahead of her. She didn't look in the mirror as she walked into the bathroom and tried not to think of her brother as she stepped into the shower. Once she was out she went and got dressed still without looking in the mirror. Finally she sighed as she was about to walk out of the house and looked in the mirror frowning at her own dead-looking eyes then, deciding she looked fine otherwise, walked out and to the bar she worked at hoping to have a better day then her night.

(I was hoping they could meat at the bar if that's cool with you XP she'd be like one of the 'dancers')

Roman sighed to himself, leaning against the cold concrete wall and drawing in the cool night air slowly. Tapping his fingers lightly on the wall beside him, he looked over to the bar just across the street. For a long while he had been contemplating entering it, for several weeks in fact. He would casually stroll by and glance, just for a second, at the building but always walking by. One week he had managed to look long enough to get the number of the establishment but was not brave enough to call it. Needless to say, he had put a lot of thought into actually going inside. Today, like many days over the last few weeks, he had decided that he was going to enter, nervousness be damned but getting the gonads to cross the street was proving difficult.
Eventually, he pushed himself off the wall, looking both ways before he crossed the road and yet again before he entered the club. He locked eyes very briefly with a man who was walking toward him on the sidewalk. Upon seeing him, Roman plastered himself to the wall and pretended to be reading the menu to the Thai restaurant next door. The man on the street didn't seem to be even paying attention to him and was instead trying to remember what street he needed to turn onto to get to his nieces birthday party before it was too late to show up, even with a shoddy present.
When Roman had seen the man pass, and was reasonably calm enough, he finally popped inside the club as quick as he could in order to miss the other possible on lookers in the streets.

Karasu sighed some as she walked into work and right away went to the bar waiting to see if she had any costumers yet but so far no one had asked for her. She then took a tray and started to take orders and deliver them to the tables they were for flirting and such as she did so... it was kinda part of the job to. She looked to the door hearing someone come in and saw that it was someone new and wondered if he was going to the bar or wanting to get something to eat or something... she could just wait and see. Soemthing about this man though... it reminded her of someone...