For Everything There Is A Season

[Hannah]

I am sitting in my house, having my eyes closed. I am whispering softly while I am praying. I don't do it often, but I remember it well from when my mother tought it to me.

[Jacky]

I hear sudden noise, and the tavern seems to tremble.. I frown, and sit up in my bed. Tha' can't be good...
When I smell smoke I'm alarmed, and I get outta my bed quickly. I throw on my clothes and gather my belongings, before I jerk the door open to the hallway.
There's fire. The tavern is on fire.
"Oh bugger." I close the door again.

[Hannah]

I can hear screams of women and men and make sure the door is locked well, my lips still moving while I do so.
I swallow and get my pistol to be able to defend myselfxx

[Jacky]

I open the window and look down to the street which is one big chaos of running people. I climb out of the window frame and drop myself to the level below, landing with a hard 'thud'. Now.. where to?
I draw my pistol as I start moving through the crowd, not mingling since this fight ain't my business..

[Hannah]

I move into the farest corner of my room, my pistol aimed at the door incase some fool tries to break it open.

[Jacky]

I decide to see how Ana's doing, since she's one of the few in town that I know (slightly) and who doesn't seem to want to kill me. Hell, I need a place t' *stay* do I not?

[Hannah]

I am honestly scared, eventough I wouldn't admit it to a single living soul on this earth. I swallow and stare at the door while the minutes go by and the noise of the fights don't get less.

[Jacky]

When I reach her house.. I knock, cos I have this eerie feeling that she might kill me if I don't.

[Hannah]

.. I swallow when someone kocks onto the door. Why would anyone *knock* onto my door right now?
I move over to the door "Who are ya?" I call, aiming my pistol at the door.

[Jacky]

"Grim Reaper." I say sarcastically. "It's Jack, open yer door will ye, I'm about to get shot out here."