This is a private RP between EternalRaine323 and melissyRAWR. If that isn't you DO NOT post. Feel free to read along, though.

It was before dawn in the town of Williamsburg, Virginia, 1776. It was well into the month of November, it was chilly, but not quite cold enough to turn the cold rain into snow. Nobody of importance was awake yet, only some servants and slaves were up, starting fires and breakfast for the families they served. So everyone was pretty much too preoccupied to notice a dark, hooded figure walking down the lane to the tavern. The figure was a seventeen year old girl by the name of Felicity Virginia Williams, and her cloak wasn’t actually that dark, more of a light blue. But with the lack of sunlight this early in the morning, it appeared to be dark blue or even black. The hood covered her dark, curly hair, and obscured most of her facial features. If the time of day wasn’t so odd, and her face could be seen, anyone would be able to immediately recognize her as the eldest daughter of the late Harold Vernon Williams, a prominent, semi-wealthy shop owner. They were a well respected family, as her father was an orphan who was able to establish himself and start a family. He died in a battle, they say, no one there survived the attack by the British soldiers. Though he was a patriot, he was too old at thirty nine to have been a soldier, so they think that perhaps he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite whatever really did happen to him, he left a wife and six children behind, not to mention a dry goods shop to run. But it really wasn’t as bad as that, the eldest, Harry, was nineteen and off in the militia. Though this didn’t help their dear mothers stress level, it was still one less to care for. Felicity was a huge help as well, taking care of the five younger ones, ranging in ages two to thirteen.

Now, it may strike you as odd that a seventeen year old girl was on her way to a tavern, a place where respectable women didn’t go, and if they had, to always with an escort. It would be the ruin of her already slightly tarnished reputation if she was seen going in, which was why she was going when it was so dark still. Anyone who did happen to be up and starring out their windows at that exact moment may mistake her for the local drunk, a small woman named Dorcas, who often stumbled into a tavern at odd hours to get more booze. But there was an important meeting on independence going on there, and Felicity flatly refused to miss it. She walked quickly up to the heavy oak door and opened it. The men, and even a few women were there, looked up in terror when they heard it open, but relaxed when they saw it was one of their own. She removed her cloak, revealing her striped dark and light green dress. It was held out full with multiple petticoats. There was a wide light green silk sash at the middle, and a light green ruffle lining the square neck of the gown, and the three quarter length sleeves. In all honesty, it was her plainest dress she owned that wasn’t a gown she wore for doing some unpleasant, dirty household duty. It was one of the advantages and disadvantages to her family owning a dry goods shop. Since a dry goods shop only sold fabrics and threads and things of that nature, there was no shortage around her house of fancy cloth for dresses. The downside to that was she had nothing to wear to a forbidden, unlawful secret meeting such as this. She supposed that wasn’t exactly a common downside, though.

”Were you followed?” a young man, about twenty three, asked her immediately. She shook her head now, her dark curlicues shaking about her head. ”No, Mister George I was not” she said, her dark green eyes scanning the room for new faces, which there were none of. There were about ten or fifteen gentlemen, and only a handful of women, herself being the youngest by a few years. She sat down at the last vacant chair, a splintery wooden thing. She sat down, crossing her ankles underneath her skirt so her clunky black shoes and white stockings were not visible. Her narrow waist rose up from her wide skirt when she sat up very straight with her hands folded on her lap. She had been taught her etiquette and manners from an early age. She didn’t like them, and preferred doing something like horseback riding instead, but she was old enough to acknowledge the fact that it did leave a good impression and made her appear smarter and older. Those things were crucial if she was to be taken seriously and a real help to the revolution.

”Well, we’ve received word from our sister group in Salem that they have made good progress and have even intercepted a British-“ the leader, a Mister Davis started and was cut short by a loud knock at the door. ”Are we expecting anyone?” Felicity asked in a frightened, whispery tone. Mister Davis shook his head and went to go answer the door. Felicity tried to think optimistically, that perhaps it was just someone who heard about the organization and wished to join. But, no, they couldn’t see who it was outside, until Mister Davis fell over dead with a sword in his stomach. There were several screams as everyone pushed for the back door. Felicity was close to the door and thus furthest from the door. She stood quickly, grabbing handfuls of her skirts and ran as fast as she could the few yards to the back door. She heard someone get caught behind her and began to go faster, as fast as possible in the clunky black shoes she wore. It seems that she was followed afterall.

Half a dozen red coats filed into the tavern. At the head was Lieutenant Alfred Cooper. His ranking was easily distinguished by the ribbons and badges he wore from his many victories in battle. The gray in his well combed hair did nothing to diminish his importance as a British soldier. Even among the liberals he was well known. His men bowed to his ever whim and the 'patriots' ran from him in fear. No man dare cross Lt. Cooper, not even his own son.

Behind the Lieutenant stood his oldest son, Daniel Cooper. The nineteen year old boy was newly enlisted into the British army. However, he was not green to the musket nor to battle. Since Daniel was a small boy his father trained him well in the ways of war. It gave his father a great deal of pride to know his son was interested in standing beside him in their country's time of need. It was every English man's dream to see their son do as they do. Daniel was nothing less than the apple of Alfred's eye.

Tufts of golden locks peaked out from under the obsidian felt of Daniel's hat. He stood at attention beside his father with his musket at arms and his sword safely tucked inside its sheath. The boys diamond blue eyes scanned the room as he watched the liberals scatter. Protesters ran every which way in fear of the Lieutenant. A smile drew itself across the boy's lips as he witnessed the respect his father commanded. Someday that will be me he thought secretly to himself. Daniel's arms laid behind his back, perfectly folded, as he waited for his orders.

Lieutenant Cooper turned to his men as they patiently awaited their orders. "Men! You are to search out and capture all liberals. Barricade the doors! None will get passed my all seeing eye!" he commanded of his troops. "Yes, sir!" the company resounded. Two men blocked the door with tables and chairs as the rest began tipping over tables and searching every nook and cranny. It pleased Alfred to see his men follow orders so well. He wiped the blood stain from his blade with a handkerchief, then safely tucked the cloth back into his overcoat.

Daniel did as his father had said, but no before saluting the man. The boy began to tip tables and throw chairs in an effort to intimidate the hiding liberals. There was no hiding from Lt. cooper, not as long as Daniel was there. He stormed down the hall and sought out every man who hid. His keen eyes caught the sight of a gown turn the corner at the end of the hall. Daniel followed the dress and soon came upon a girl.

She was not much younger than he, and the boy almost took pity upon her. But he had a duty to his father, to his country, and no dame would stand in the way. "Come with me!" he said as he firmly grasped Felicity beneath her arm. He dragged the girl down the hall and back to where the Lieutenant stood. He tossed he down at his father's feet to be dealt with. He saluted his father. "That's the last of them, Lieutenant,"he said.

The back door was quickly barricaded when the soldiers came in to crush their meeting. She had no idea how they could have possibly been found out, each had taken an oath of utmost secrecy and she was always careful to be sure she raised no suspicion when going to the meetings. Felicity saw only one or two people escape the tavern out the back door, and she had a good feeling that they would soon be caught, for if she was a lieutenant, she would most certainly have the place surrounded as well as going inside. Before she turned down the hallway, she caught a glimpse of who was giving orders. He was the well known Lieutenant Cooper, known for being ruthless and unforgiving and cruel to liberals. She had seen him a few times patrolling the streets of Williamsburg, though she had never spoken a word to him or even made eye contact.

She changed directions from directly to the back to down a hallway. She knew there had to be other ways out. There were two rooms, and she was very close to the door to the first one. She hoped to find a window or perhaps barricade herself in the room. She had even heard from one such raid of someone hiding in a piano. She thought she may be able to do that, as she was a rather petite girl, taking after her mother mostly. She only just reached five feet and two inches, and her tightly corseted waist made her look smaller and weak, though she was by no means so. She tried to prove it when she felt beneath her arms roughly grabbed, and herself being pulled and half dragged down the four feet of hallway she had seconds ago just ran down. She pulled back with all of the force she could harness, but unfortunately years of lifting baskets and buckets of things from chicken feed to heavy rocks from one end of her family’s property did nothing to help her against the young soldier who was dragging her. He looked not much older than herself, she figured perhaps about the age of her older brother, Harry.

”You let go of me!” she shrieked at him, pulling her arm away but not able to break his strong grip on her. She felt herself be thrown on the floor at the lieutenant’s feet, and felt some pride in herself that she had at least put up a fight. She knew some of the etiquette rules complied ladies to be delicate, and when read between the lines, Felicity saw that it meant folding to basically anyone’s will. She may put up the façade of perfect manners, but she was no prissy little girl, as much as her small features implied. She saw the two faces, and saw a strong resemblance between them, the lieutenant and the soldier. She didn’t recognize the soldier who had grabbed her, he seemed to be just a regular soldier, perhaps just starting out, with no decorations for his uniform. He was one in the hundreds of red coats patrolling the town for liberals such as herself.

Now she was on the floor at the lieutenant’s feet, she looked around quickly. The two exits were barricaded. There was virtually no way out. She began to stand up, her thoughts and mind racing, trying to come up with some sort of escape and praying that she was just killed right then and there.

The girl laid at Alfred's feet where she had been tossed. He looked sternly from the girl to his son and back again. "Well done, soldier,"he congratulated Daniel. Placing a firm grip on Daniel's shoulder, Alfred gave him a fatherly smile. "You'll make a fine lieutenant if I have a say about it," he told the boy in a low voice so only the two men and Felicity could hear.
Daniel smiled at his father and saluted him. "Thank you, sir,"he said with a salute. The smile faded Alfred turned to look back at the girl. "Stand before an officer, girl!" he commanded her.

Understanding the implication made by his father's words, Daniel roughly gripped Felicity's arm and stood her on her feet. His hand moved from her arm to set behind his back as he awaited more orders. He watched as his father scrutinized the girl with his eyes. Daniel hoped to one day look upon others with the same gaze. He had been told a few times how he looked like his father, but he still had some years ahead of him before he could command a battalion. his breathing was easy while he waited, and he stood as still as if he were one of the stone lions set up in Venice. Daniel was far more patient than any man in the British military, especially when it came to his father.

The red coats lined up horizontally on either side of Daniel. They all waited for their next instruction. Alfred beamed with pleasure only his job could give him. "Another job well done, men. Now, tie them up and take them back to base. We will interrogate all of them. I want to know what they were planning!" he commanded. The men each grabbed a hostage. Daniel grabbing Felicity, and dragged them back to their camp. Each man filed out of the tavern with their prisoners in tow.

Felicity saw the lieutenant congratulate the soldier. Seeing the fatherly smile he gave him, her thought of some relation between the two strengthened. She was disgusted at the fact that he was proud of him for roughly handling a young girl. Didn’t the British have some honor code or something? She was sure that if her brother saw a British woman, or a loyalist woman, and had to for whatever reason capture he would do it much nicer then this soldier had just done. Her cheeks turned red when he commanded her to stand, not from embarrassment but from anger from being spoke to in such a way. She had already started to stand when the soldier roughly pulled her to her feet. She gave him a dirty look and pulled her arm away from him. She looked straight into the lieutenant’s eyes indignantly as he scrutinized her. It was obvious that she had a great deal of pride with herself, and this unjust doing wasn’t going to dampen that at all.

She saw the six men line up near her soldier. She had to admit, they were much more organized then America’s militia. She had no idea how they were to win their freedom with such disorganized ranks, though she knew they had some advantages such as knowing the land better then the British. She thought to herself that if, no when, she got away from them, she would try to push for more organization so they could be more efficient, frankly, in kicking the British asses.

She was disgusted at the look of pleasure on his face at all the people they had been able to capture. She saw through her peripheral vision the man, who had asked her if she had been followed, George, had also not been able to escape. He had a defiant look on his face that mirrored her own. She was appalled when he commanded they be brought back to base and tied up. She was also beginning to feel a bit hopeless. They weren’t outnumbered, but they were most certainly out armed. The British likely had guns and swords, and not to mention training that none of the Patriots had. She didn’t supposed anyone had the chance to grab the gun under the bar. Felicity realized that the mob cap she had worn on her head was gone, likely on the floor somewhere, but her cloak was still tied around her shoulders, hood down. She shook a lock of dark hair that had gotten in her eyes back into place as her soldier dragged her out of the tavern as a prisoner.

Daniel tugged the girl along as the men marched onward toward the camp. Some of the soldiers held onto tow liberals as the Lieutenant rode ahead on his finely bridled horse. He kept his eyes firmly planted on the road ahead of him. The stones beneath his feet made rhythmic clomping sounds under his black military issue boots. The sound was dulled in his ears as he focused n his mission. Daniel was hard pressed set on getting the girl to camp and winning his father's approval again.

It was not long before the soldiers reached their base right outside the town of Williamsburg. There camp was modest, only a few tents and some men wandering about. The sun was rising now and the air around was warming as a result. Some men were without their coats, but when they saw the Lieutenant they quickly retreated to their tents. Men were moving to the side to get out of Alfred's way. Not even a red coat was willing to get in Cooper's way. He could be very unreasonable when interrupted on a mission.

Towards the end of the camp the men slowed down. There were a few horse stables around here where the prisoners would be stored. There was only one way in or out of the stable. The men shuffled in and dropped off their hostages. One by one a soldier would toss in a liberal and then line up outside. Daniel was the last to line up. Alfred waved off the men except Daniel and one other man. He directed for them to stand beside him until the others had moved on their way.

"Your job will be to guard this stable at all times. I suggest you take shifts. Daniel, you're up first,"he told the two. Then Alfred was off to do whatever it was he did in his spare time. Daniel suspected it was giving the new recruits a hard time. He never bothered Daniel becasue Alfred believed his son was better than all the rest. Many soldiers shunned the boy for this.

The other man waved to Daniel as he started off. "I will relieve you around lunch time. Then we will work out the shifts from there,"he told Daniel. Before the boy could respond, the other soldier had taken off. Off course he wouldn't stick around and chat. None of the other soldiers really liked Daniel. In fact, he doubted the other man would ever show up in time to relieve him. Daniel bowed his head with this realization and pushed open the stable door.

Daniel strode inside and watched as the prisoners looked up at him. Each was stuck in their own stable, just as the animals were sorted. He patrolled the rows carefully counting each liberal. The girl he had brought was in the farthest stable on the left. Daniel felt sorry for her. Someone our age should not be caught up in such affairs he thought. "I'm sorry about these accommodations. I can tell you are accustomed to better," he apologized.

As the prisoners were marched, Felicity had a hard time continuing her defiant look. Her face muscles were getting tired and all she really wanted at the moment was to go home. She realized however that if she were to break away and run as fast as she could, she would likely be shot, or caught and beaten. She didn’t want that so she walked along silently with her soldier holding onto her arm tightly, silently plotting. Well, trying to think of a plot. She couldn’t think of anything. She hoped something would come to her.

As the sun rose, they arrived at the camp. There were few tents, but Felicity couldn’t really know what a larger one looked like, this was the first one she had ever seen. She knew the American militia didn’t really have tents or anything, just blankets the soldiers slept on. She heard this from her brothers’ infrequent letters. So, this camp to her seemed quite grand. It was getting warm out, and Felicity wished she could remove her cloak. She knew they didn’t have much more to walk since they were already at the camp. She didn’t really know where they would be going anyway. At the sight of all the men, she grew a bit wary. There was a good reason woman weren’t involved in war much, and it was because of all the men in one place, with no women around. She knew women sometimes got raped, just like female slaves sometimes did by their owners, when they were prisoners. She hoped this wouldn’t be the case. She doubted anyone would dare with the hardnosed lieutenant around, anyway.

They approached a few horse stables, and soon realized that those stables were where she would be going. She was disgusted as she saw each be tossed into a stall as if they were a horse or something. All of the people at the meeting had been well distinguished persons. She was the last to be stored, so was in the farthest to the left stall. She had quickly seen no windows and only one door, like most stables had. It was dark and even a bit musty in the stables, and it smelled like horses had lived in the stables at one point, but not in a bad way. She composed herself after being tossed in with the door locked. She removed her cloak and laid it beside her, folded neatly. She then tucked her legs beneath her voluminous skirt. She wished girls were allowed to wear shorter skirts, or even pants or breeches like men and boys could. She felt as if she would have had a better chance of escaping. But, not it didn’t really matter she supposed. As she settled herself with her back leaning against the wall, she couldn’t help but think of her family waking and discovering she was gone. She didn’t know where they could possibly think she went. She was thinking about the chores she was needed to do, the children she needed to care for, and the hours she had to put in at the shop. She felt like the world was going to crumble around her, like her home could not stand without her support. She did have a great deal of responsibility at home, some that servants couldn’t totally help. She felt silly for putting her life in danger for going to the meetings at all.

Feeling quite upset, she saw the soldier go up to her stall and speak to her. She was quite surprised when he spoke. He was sorry, he said. Felicity almost smiled, but then didn’t. Without accepting the apology, she said ”Well, I suppose you could say I am accustomed to more than a stall in a horse stable”.

The words stung, but Daniel knew she was right. It was quite inhumane to keep other people locked inside a horse stall. He hated this dreadful war, and he hated treating other people in such a manner. Daniel was not even sure he understood the reasoning behind this war. The only reason he got in was to win his father's favor. It was all his father cared for, and Daniel knew it would make the man proud.

Daniel leaned on the stall door and looked at the girl. "Tell me, miss. What is your name?" he asked her politely. He figured the least he could do was be hospitable. Although there wasn't much opportunity in this place. A friendly smile warmed his lips in hopes that she would warm up to him. He disliked it when others held a grudge against him. Too many people hated him as it was, and with this war poor Daniel made more enemies every day.

He set his musket down beside him and studied the girl. I wonder if things would be different if there was no fighting he thought to himself. He was downtrodden about his social rank. What was the point of being an officer's son if no one wanted anything to do with you? A sigh escaped Daniel as he remembered the girl sitting in front of him. He smiled once more at her. She probably hates me, too he thought disappointed.

Felicity looked at his expression with pleasure, he knew she was right. Even the poorest of people had better conditions then a stall in a horse stable. She knew many didn’t understand why this war, but she did. It was because the colonists were being treated unfairly, taxed and unrepresented. She read the newspapers and understood what she read. She hated most British soldiers, but found it difficult to hate this one. He seemed to regret being a soldier, and regret putting people in a horse stable. ”Felicity Williams.” she said, cautiously. She thought maybe he was sent by the lieutenant to find everyone’s names to do background checks or something, perhaps even to go capture her family or something. But he seemed a like he was only being nice, so she decided to cautiously do the same. ”And yours?” she asked politely.

She stretched her arms, the stall was so small that she the tips of her fingers touched each wall. She heard him put his musket down, leaning against the door of her little stall. She examined him, his crystal blue eyes, blond hair, and almost innocent expression, so she decided to question him a bit. ”So, would you do me the favor of telling me how long I’ll be here in this stall, and perhaps other useful information?” she asked, crossing her arms over here chest. It was bit chilly in the stable, but she didn’t want to go get her cloak, which was moved to the other end of the stall. She was getting a bit annoyed at the smallness and closeness of the walls surrounding her. She briefly wondered if who was in the stall next to her, wondering if it was perhaps her friend, George. She saw his smile, but found it difficult to give him more than a quick half smile.

Daniel was pleased that Felicity was opening up to him. At least she did not appear to hate him. That was a quite a relief, one he had desperately needed. He removed his felt stitched hat and ran his hand through his golden blond hair. It was messy from wearing the uniform hat, and Daniel hated the way it felt. His eyes bloomed with glee when she asked his name. He knew she was just making conversation, but it made him feel special. "Daniel Cooper,"he told her with one of his charming smiles.

He frowned as he saw how little room she had to move in the stall. It really was a shame that the lieutenant couldn't have found better accommodations for the liberals. His head shook in disappointment. "I cannot say. The decision is solely up to fath-I-I mean Lieutenant Cooper,"he corrected himself. His sad, burdened eyes showed he told the truth. "He wants you and your companions interrogated, and then I don't know what his plans are," he sighed.

Felicity was beginning to think that perhaps it would be in her best interest if she was nice to the soldier, who she now knew to be Daniel Cooper. When he took his hat off, she saw how messy it looked, but the golden mess actually suited him, he thought. Subconsciously she began to twirl long black curl around one of her pale fingers. Her hair wasn’t very long as compared to other girls. It only went down to her shoulder blades, while most wore there’s down to the middle of their backs or longer. She usually kept it back in a bun or a pony tail, though she preferred not to, and the top of her head covered by a cap or bonnet of some kind. It felt oddly liberating for her to not be wearing her mob cap, as it was no laying on the floor of the tavern when she of course could not get to it.

She believed him when he said he didn’t know what the lieutenant’s plans were. He seemed like he expected complete and utter loyalty and obedience of his soldiers. She knew that if she was one of his soldiers, she would not like how he ran things at all. Since the King seemed to be the same way, she figured it was such a British thing. ”So, he is your father?” she asked, picking up on his correction.

Blood flushed to Daniel's cheeks as she questioned him about his father. "Don't mention it,"he said in with his rough British accent,"People have plenty of other reasons to dislike me. Don't give them another." He bowed his head as he tried to hide the blush. It wasn't embarrassment, at least, not of her noticing. Daniel was embarrassed of himself for mentioning his father. It was really quite upsetting to be judged based on his father's reputation.

He gave another of his charming smiles in an effort to obtain Felicity's trust. "So, tell me. What is a pretty young thing such as yourself doing getting tied up in such affairs as war,"he asked her trying to lighten the mood and change the subject. He sincerely hoped both would work. The smile brightened as the red from his cheeks paled. Daniel watched the girl closely. She seemed to trust him, although they had just met and it was hard to tell. It wasn't as if they had met on good terms either.

Daniel could feel the stares of the other liberals boring in on him. He could hear their curious murmurs as they watched him speak to Felicity. It was unnerving. Daniel was starting to feel self conscious about the stares. He knew they did not trust him, and they had no reason to. Daniel was a red coat and therefore against the liberals. Sometimes the political differences made Daniel sick.

Felicity nodded, though not quite understanding. She didn’t know why anyone would be embarrassed to have their father at such a high rank. She was sure that if she was in his position, she would want it made known that her father was in charge of everyone and he ought to be shown respect because of it. She was going to say something else on the subject, but clearly saw he intended to change the subject.

She blushed slightly at being called pretty, though she was often referred to as such and had many admirers in her town, and her mother always pushing for her to marry one or another, it was different coming from him for some reason. ”Well, see, my family and much of my town is much against the unjust rule of the king… but really, we are all tied up in the war right now, I just happened to get caught she said, thinking. So far to her, he seemed to be one of those men who think women have fluff for brains and all they know how to do is clean and sew. She knew she could be wrong, but from meeting so many men like that, she thought it of almost every man she met.

Felicity heard soft murmurs of her fellow patriots, she assumed about Daniel speaking to her. She found it odd that he was all the way over here instead of guarding the stable, and even more odd that he was speaking to her at all. She heard the familiar sound of George coughing, and she realized he was right next to her stall. This made her feel more comfortable in this strange place somehow. Though she worried for her dear friend, George had some sort of disease she could never remember, and she hoped it wouldn’t get worse while she was here. ”You know, your army killed my father she said, looking up at him critically. She didn’t know why she felt the need to tell him that, but she did.

The charming smile slowly turned into a frown when Felicity spoke. He shook his head in disgust. If there was ever something he highly disapproved of, it was this war. Daniel absolutely despised fighting. He felt there were other more reasonable ways to settle a dispute. A sigh erupted from his chest. He knew there was nothing he could do to change it.

Daniel averted his eyes, because he knew she was telling the truth. The British military had done so horrific things. Among those things was murder. "I cannot condone what my men have done. All I can do is offer my sincerest apology," he said with a bow of his head. He felt awful about the death of her father, but knew there was nothing he could do about it. "Please do not hold my men's faults against me,"he asked of Felicity.

A cough from the stall next to them caught Daniel's attention. He nodded his head in that direction. "Is he all right?" he asked with sincere concern. The man sounded real sick. "If he needs it I can get him some medicine,"he suggested. He knew there was not much he could do to make the liberals more comfortable, but at least it was something. It also left a chance to build trust, even though he did not deserve their trust.

Felicity shrugged. "I 'cept your apology, I suppose" she said. She couldn't say it was okay, because it was not. But she guessed she could at least accept his apology. He looked too young, and almost too innocent to have ever killed anyone except in perhaps self defense or something like that. She nodded when he asked her to not hold his men's faults against him. No more then a half hour ago, she strongly believed that all red coats were exactly the same, but she was beginning to see that perhaps they weren't. He seemed civil enough, though she couldn't help but be a bit suspicious. She thought that maybe he was trying to gain her trust, and would use it against in her to get information out of her about the meeting. She frowned ever so slightly at the thought.


"Well..." she said, pausing. She didn't know much about her friends' condition. She knew he coughed often, but she didn't know what he ever did about it. "If it get's worse, he may need something. I don't rightly know what he usually does about it" she admitted.

[ooc]Why don't you have the lieutenant or someone come in?[/ooc]

Daniel flashed another of his charming smiles at Felicity. "If he needs anything, you let me know," he offered. Shuffling sounds on the ground resounded throughout the stables as Daniel shifted his weight. He felt a bit odd talking to her. She was not like anything other woman he had ever met. She seemed to have a level head on her shoulders, and she seemed to care about more than her looks and reputation. This girl is one of those that his father had warned him to avoid.

The door slammed at the other end of the stable. The Lieutenant stormed down the row of stalls. He stopped in front of Daniel and scowled. Alfred shook his pocket watch in Daniel's face. "Did you forget you had a meeting with the General this afternoon? He will be here in one hour!" he shouted at Daniel in disappointment. His eyes flashed from the boy to the girl and back again. "And you are just standing around talking to the vermin? Do you not value your status? You could ruin my reputation! get out there boy! Your relief is standing outside. Go, boy!" he shouted as he pointed for Daniel to leave.

Daniel bowed his head in shame. "Yes, father," he said. He flinched when he saw the look Alfred gave him. "Sorry, I mean yes Lieutenant," he corrected himself. Daniel looked one last time at Felicity. He gave her a look of longing, as if he wished to disappear. A low sinking feeling built itself in his stomach as he marched out of the stable.

Alfred glared at Felicity with a fire in his eyes. "You will do best not to speak to that soldier. I will not have you poison his mind, liberal," he spat at her. Venom practically dripped from his voice. His eyes burned into her her as if he were trying to decipher her thoughts.

Felicity nodded, managing a small smile. ”Well, thanks much for the offer” she said. He did seem sincere and kind, nothing at all like propaganda showed the red coats to be. They were said to be nasty, land hungry fools who didn’t care a bit who they hurt and how. Perhaps this was true for some soldiers, but most certainly not for Daniel Cooper.

She jumped slightly when she heard the door slam. The whole place had been rather quiet this whole time, just the murmurs of her fellow prisoners, but naught more. It didn’t take her long to realize who it was that slammed the door; the lieutenant. She couldn’t believe how this father was talking to his son. Her father had been a kind man, stern but affectionate. He would never have spoken to one of his children in such a manner as the lieutenant was to Daniel. Her pale cheeks turned bright red with anger when he referred to her as vermin.

She watched him leave the stable, with the one last look of wishing to disappear. She bit her lower lip, wishing there was something for her to do. She did not appreciate at all how the lieutenant spoke to her, almost venomously. ”I’ll have you know that it twasn’t as if I walked up to him and started up a conversation! You will speak to a lady such as myself with respect you ogre” she spat the words at him. She didn’t realize she had stood until she was already standing. She was, as an understatement, furious. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she couldn’t think of the words for it. She didn’t fear the look his eyes seemed to try to burn into her forehead, she had to refrain from smirking at his stupidity.

Alfred stood as tall as he could, which was enough compared to the girl. His amazing five foot ten would have intimated any man in the British army, but it did nothing to the girl. His eyes flashed a dazzling fire electric blue as he glared at Felicity. The lieutenant had half a mind to knock the girl to the ground. However, he knew such a thing would not bode too well if he wished to fish information from her later. The red of his coat shuffled as he reached inside and placed his had on his pistol. The musket would have been more intimidating, but Alfred knew the pistol would be good enough.

With pistol drawn, Alfred moved closer to the stall. He leaned in so that his face was mere inches from Felicity's. "You will not speak to an officer in such a manner," he spat at the girl with a ferocious gleam in his eye. He drew the gun close to the girl's face. "Soon my army will weed out all of you 'patriots. Then you will have no choice but to bend to the whim of the King," he told her with a triumphant tone. Alfred leaned away from the girl and turned to leave.

Before the lieutenant left the stable, he moved over to the next stall. He looked over with disgust at George. "Stop your couching, you filthy swine. I do not wish you to contaminate the horses,"he growled at the sick man. With that he strolled out of the stable. It disgusted Alfred to have to keep such undeserving creatures in his camp, but the General had requested. Alfred was not a man to disrespect a higher ranking officer. He knew he would not get a promotion that way.

Though he towered over her petite height, he did not intimidate her. To her, he was just a man who had no talent, so turned to legal murder of innocent people, and at that he was no better than a common criminal. Though terrified as he pointed his gun at her, she didn’t let her emotions play out on her face. She stood strong and unemotional, sure that he wouldn’t hurt her, since he needed her to interrogate, like Daniel had said earlier. ”I will give you the respect in which you are entitled” she said to him, ambiguously. To her, she was giving him to the respect he deserved, which really wasn’t all that much. She remained unflinchingly in place, even as he leaned into the stall, which she would think upon later, was actually a rather humorous pose for the large man.

He seemed convinced that he would be able to get rid of every single patriot. ”You wish” she said in a loud whisper to the man. She was disgusted at the man’s insensitivity towards George’s coughing. She shook her head, while George just gave the man a murderous glare. After he was gone, she looked at the door to the stall she was in. It wasn’t so terribly high. She put one leg over it, her dress hiking up to her thigh, she couldn’t be embarrassed for more than a second as she quickly pulled the other leg over, and landed on the other side easily. She chuckled at how easy that had been. ”George are you all right?” she asked him quietly. He nodded. ”You are lucky you are so young, Felicity. None of us would be able to get out like you just did” he said with a chuckle and a slight cough. She smiled. The others ranged from twenty three to forty seven. Even the youngest of that weren’t as able as she was, as a result of poor diets in the time, of course.

Now that she was out, she didn’t quite know what to do. She walked over to the closed door of the stable and started to push it slightly, praying it wasn’t locked and no one would be on the other side.

The young soldier rubbed his temples to ease his mind. He figured it would just be best to wander the camp for a while, and pretend he spoke to the general. The general was not actually do until a week from this day, but Alfred was becoming so forgetful. Age was finally starting to catch up with the man. Daniel insisted sometimes that his father retire or just take a break, but Alfred would not hear of it. His father was convinced he was fitter than he had ever been. Daniel thought it was the long hours and many years of hard labor that had created this illusion.

Deciding he had wasted enough time, Daniel headed back to the stable. He wanted to return to his post and continue standing guard. At least that's what he told himself. In all actuality Daniel wanted to get back to Felicity. She was unlike any girl he had ever met or even hoped to meet. There was something about the girl that Daniel found intriguing. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he actually liked the girl. She was just so interesting.

As he rounded the corner Daniel relieved the man standing outside. The man walked off and Daniel turned to the stable door. Just as he reached over to pull it open it swung and hit him. The force behind the door was so great that it knocked the boy on his backside. He steadied himself to his feet and looked at the door. It took Daniel a moment to realize he was staring Felicity in the face. "What are you doing?" he asked alarmed.

Okay, so Felicity really hadn’t planned for what she would do once she got outside the stable. It was one of her faults, her lack of planning. However, the last thing she expected was Daniel standing on the other side of the door when she opened it. Even more least expected then that was Daniel on his backside, which she had to bite her cheek from laughing out loud at the sight of a red coat soldier sitting on his bottom. She was however a bit speechless. ”Well you see… I well, wanted some fresh air” she said, smiling as she edged her way out the door, mentally preparing to make a run for it. She liked Daniel, he was nice for an enemy, but he really didn’t make it worthwhile to be locked up in a stall for who knows how long.

Daniel reached out and grabbed felicity on the arm. He knew if she got away he would never hear the end of it, and he was not in the mood for a lecture from his father. "You're not going anywhere," he said sternly. Making sure his grip was firm, Daniel pulled her back inside the stable. She really was a nice girl, but no girl was worth getting reprimanded for. So, doing as he knew he should, he tugged the girl back inside. He made sure to securely shut the door behind the two of them.

Daniel walked down the rows once again that day. When they reached the last stall on the left, he released his hold on Felicity. His guilt was tearing at him. Daniel knew he had to keep her here for his own good, but the girl deserved more. "I-I'm sorry, but if I let you out...you don't know what sort of trouble you would cause me. I can't have that,"he explained as he turned his head to hide the internal conflict he was facing.

Felicity allowed herself to be pulled away, realizing that if she struggled other soldiers may hear and she would just be in more trouble. But she realized that she couldn’t be kept in here forever, and there would be other chances for escape later. She knew as soon as the militia figured out where the fifteen missing people went, they would (hopefully) be out in no time. But, she knew that the militia was weak. The British army was much stronger, so she didn’t know how that battle would turn out exactly. She followed him reluctantly, it wasn’t as if she had a choice since he was holding onto her, but she didn’t put up resistance. She received sympathetic looks from several of her fellow prisoners, and a disappointed look from an easily excitable fellow who was in the center stall, who had stood up and almost started to cheer when it looked like she would be free, but not disappointed because she wasn’t.

She sat back down in the stall, legs fully hidden under her voluminous skirt, leaning to one side and holding herself up with her thin right arm. ”I suppose I understand. ‘Tis your job, anyway. Even if you don’t like it.” she said, half shrugging. She had lots of plans floating about her brain, just waiting to be put into action when the time was right. Most preferably, when she left the stall to be put someplace else. She didn’t know where, she had heard of some being shipped to England, some being marched elsewhere… she didn’t care much as long as she was out
[ooc]Sorry it took me so long to reply. I have been really busy. Ironically with history work... we're doing the revolutionary war now :P I find that amusing :3 lol[/ooc]