Room 515, Tuesday Afternoon

[anarchist_queen]

Leda was not hiding. Okay she totally was. Just what and who she was hiding from she didn't particularly know. Just, hiding in general. From the world she supposed.

Spending the weekend as Florida again had been an oddly enjoyable experience. Odd considering it was due to a cursed necklace. But she had liked spending time with Momoko and James and others while in her wee state. It reminded her of happy times with Wolfboy.

But then things had taken a drastic turn for the worse.

So, now she was hiding in her room, huddled on her bed, trying to ignore the ache in her shoulder, which was harder every time she tried to adjust the sling. Which she probably shouldn't be doing anyway.

She was trying to hide from the memories as well, hiding in memories of better times. Making pizza with Momoko, flirting with James and his sword, playing with Jello with Karla, or her reunion with her mother and Mooner.

She even tried thinking of fairly innocuous things like the first time she saw Kurt without his disguise. He'd been so cute, she kind of had a minor crush on him. Which made her think of meeting and flirting with some of the new kids.

But then she'd think of something like learning fencing from James, and the events of the day before would come crashing back down upon her.

[Door is closed, post is open.]

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[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

She snickered. "Yeah, I definitely wasn't a talkative child."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Vety quiet. Not sure you were fed well, though."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Well I lived on the streets, and so did those who protected me. At that time in my life anyway."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "When I was young, we had a guild to take care of us. For a fee, of course."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"They called it dues?"

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He grinned. "Something like that."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"We were more a, share and share a like cause we're all in this together type of group."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Not ours. You were expected to pay your share."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Different societies." she shrugged. "We all contributed something, but it wasn't like, pay us or get out."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Yes, indeed."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"In Bordertown we didn't even have a set monetary system. It was all barter. If you had something to trade, you used that. Otherwise it was, I give you this, you do this for me, or vice versa."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"We had protection, place to stay if things got heated, protection from the town guards, but if you did something against the rules, you were out on your own." He looked away. "Scum get their deserves."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

She looked at him sharply, wondering if that meant what she thought it meant. "Scum by who's definition?"

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"By ours. Oh, we're a bad lot, full of murderers, thieves, and people who would scam out of your last copper--" like the lad in front of the elf, in the not-too-distant past "--but we do it civilized like. For profit. We run off villains like assassins, bastards who live for the killings, those who hurt children. No love for slavers, either." His voice was flat.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Well they didn't sound as bad as some she'd come across. "So you were a guild then?"