“O-oh? Melvin. Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. My condolences, I seem to be out of it after an eventful night.” A heap of exhaustion was carried about her dreary voice, but she had managed to force a smile onto her lips- it came out as a half-smile. For a seemingly bad arsonist at first, she could not blame his cause, as he explained why innocent lives had fallen for the bettering of a future that has already gone awry. It was Her own fault was not being about to douse her guilty conscience for possibly having to take lives. Although she much preferred stealing anything but a life, Deimos would have to ponder over this and over time, gain more trust.

[i] It feels odd to see a bed kept together well, after so many nights on the streets and cheap motels. [/i] She thought as her fingertips brushed against the doorknob cautiously before creaking the door close, so that the dark room would still be partially lit by the light of Melvin’s lantern. With a sense of tension, she walked gracefully over to the bed, sitting down onto the mattress. When the thought of how normal people slept light of clothes, Deimos stifled a chuckle and shook her head- just armor worked better instead. A minute later, her green boots sat next to the nightstand, on which her cloak was neatly folded with a cross bow stuck in-between it’s silky folds. Sleep hung heavily on her eyes, even her fingers had moved to grab her flute in a sluggish manner. The instrument seemed to hum to life as she sat on the bed, placing the instrument to her lips. She played a[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KCWjfjHy-0 ] quiet, sorrowful tune [/url] on her flute, her fingers moving with years of experience as she produced a piece that danced with emotion. This was no normal song, it’s sound brought rejuvenation and heavy relaxation void of concerns to anyone within ear range. By the end of her song, her back, supported by old pillows, was slumped against the head board. In the next couple of blinks, she saw darkness.
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“What the hell?” Deimos jolted upwards in bed, her heart nearly expoding until her mind washed her over with memories, reminding her of recent events. She sighed into her hand- Oh yeah, her life was different now. Leaving behind the clothes that she had removed for sleep while setting her flute on the table, she pattered out into the hallway. “Um….Leader-boy?” She called out to him darkly, if she had just been a stranger entering his place, her voice in the way she’d always carry herself screamed darkness & suspicion, as if she had another motive. “I don’t know how long it has been, but I’d feel bad for raiding your food supplies, but I’d also feel bad if I drug the authorities back here if I went to grab something.”