Fifth day in Nottingham Castle

[stuck_mynock]

Atton's not been having fun.

The guards aren't imaginative, but they do take a certain delight in their cruelty, and Atton's been given barely any chance to rest over the past almost-week. His arms are aching from being chained up, and his face and torso has a constant, burning ache from the abuse its been through over the past five days.

He's waiting, though, for an opportunity.

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Perfect.

Atton strains one leg forward, against the chains (and he thanks the Force that his legs aren't held as tightly as his arms) to pluck the ring of keys from the guard's belt. He raises his legs a little, tosses them up to catch them in his mouth (it's difficult, and vaguely comical looking, but Atton manages well enough) and then, with a swing of his head, tosses them to one side to catch them in one hand.

It's a fiddly job, but eventually he gets one of the manacles undone. From there, it's fairly easy to get the other three off.

He quickly undresses the guard, dons his clothes - They're not a good fit, too small, but he manages. He leaves the armour in a corner of the cell, because that won't fit on. He takes his knife, too. Once that's done, he heads out of the cell, making his way towards the exit.

He keeps his head down, and his figure stooped, to try and downplay his height. It wouldn't do to be caught out.

[will_scarlett]

Its quite late so things are pretty quiet in the castle for now and the door to the dungeon needs a good shove to open it since the wood's swelled.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's good with shoving. He continues onwards, holding the empty mug of water in one hand. If anybody asks, he'll say he's returning from giving the prisoner food and water.

[will_scarlett]

No one seems to be about until he passes the same landing he fought on before, this time only two guards are there on watch. One of them startles awake and eyes him,

"'e give ye any trouble?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Aye, bastard 'eadbutted me once I'd finished feedin' 'im."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh, did ye give 'im 'ell?"

There's a smirk in this guard's voice, also his armor is a little nicer, he likes causing pain one reason he's on this duty.

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Atton laughs, cruelly. It's not a difficult act - He's seen people like this before.

"Aye. 'is face was a bloody mess by the time I left 'im."

[will_scarlett]

"Good, 'ave some ale, saved some for ye an some o'those pies that the cook tries to 'ide from us."

Ale is poured into the mug he's holding and a lukewarm pie handed over as they push stuff off a bench to sit on.

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Inwardly, Atton swears. Any delay is a bad delay.

Outwardly, he seems pleased, amiable. He sits down, taking the ale and the pie.

He realises that there's no way they won't see the bruises on his face if he's sitting and eating them. He takes the opposite approach instead. He looks up, letting the firelight illuminate his face, and rubbing along the bruises - There's enough now that they look sort of like one or two large bruises.

Gulping down his ale. "I swear, that prisoner's got a 'ard 'ead. 'ow bad does it look?"

[will_scarlett]

The guard who's more in charge laughs,

"Ye'll be all sorts o'pretty colors for days. 'fraid I'll just 'ave to let that pretty Jenny know ye willna be seein' 'er for a bit."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Smirking: "I could get 'er to bathe my wounds. Tell 'er 'ow I got 'em defending Nottingham against an outlaw."

[will_scarlett]

That just makes all the guards laugh and one of them pat Atton on the back,

"Oh aye, sure ye can, 'arald, love to see ye try."

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Atton finishes off his ale.
"Aye, ye'll see." He eats the pie, quickly, before slapping one guard on the shoulder and rising to his feet. "I'll be back soon. Goin' to return this mug where I found it."

[will_scarlett]

"Good, dinna miss yer watch else ye'll pay."

The guard who's more in charge says with a cruel laugh.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Aye, I won't."

He hurries out.

[will_scarlett]

Up from the landing, things are still fairly quiet since most of the castle is asleep with a few guards wandering about since their barracks are just up from the dungeons.

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Atton needs to find his weapons. He'll need them if he ever returns to Arcadia.

So, he approaches one of the guards, smart and confident.

"Sir Guy sent me to find the newest prisoner's weapons. Where were they taken?"

[will_scarlett]

The guard gives him a rather disbelieving look,

"Sheriff took the sword and gauntlet an 'e'll na be givin' 'em up to a fool like ye."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I'll let 'im decide that."

[will_scarlett]

"Good luck then, ye can go on yer own."

He just sneers at Atton before walking off.

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Atton watches him go, then waits for another guard.

"The Sheriff's rooms are at the top of the castle, aye?" If he's wrong, then he's hoping the guard will correct him.

[will_scarlett]

The question gets a blink,

"Aye, ye drunk?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Sadly: "A little bit."

[will_scarlett]

"Then dinna go wakin' the Sheriff, 'e'll 'ave yer 'ide."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Aye, I'll wait until mornin'. I'll be much more sobererer by then, and 'e won't get so angry with me."

Atton slings an arm around the guard's shoulders, leaning in close - Given that he's just had ale, it's easy to smell it on his breath, even if he isn't really drunk. He might as well play it up for information.

"I - I'm a terrible person, ye know. I drink. A lot. Ye may 'ave noticed, aye? An' I'm tellin' ye this, 'cause ye're my friend. Right? An' I 'ad a bit too much ale tonight, just a bit, an' I think I should go and, and confess. Ye know? For my drunkin'." Wide arm gesture with his free arm. "'Cause it's bad."

Thoughtful pause. "But I cannae really remember where to find a Man o'God, right? So, so, I was thinkin', since ye're my friend, and my fellow guard, and, and other 'portant things, you could just point me. Point me in the righ' direction, ye know? Tell me where t'go?"