Hello, I'm doing something I've never really done before, I'm writing a story with Jade Midnight, as you all already knew. But yeah, none of it is really planned all just following off what the other person wrote, so should be fun. Hope I don't let her down and all that leaves me to say is ENJOY!

The first words that came to mind when I woke up were "**."
I know not the most intelligent or mature but with the day I'd been having it seemed like the only way to express the unimaginable fury I was feeling at being so stupid to have been captured, in my own home. Gah! Thankfully, I have had to put up with stupid feelings my entire life, mostly feelings of anger and sorrow, and had learned to control them so no one could use anything against me. I was a mask, a wall, hiding myself from the world that only seemed to want to spit in my face and kick me in the mud. So I learned to be tough, I'm not asking for anyone's pity, I've been alone my entire life and that's what I'm used to. As such, I hid my anger very well from this Jade Midnight. There was something I didn't quite understand about her, the way her eyes never seemed to look at you, like they were trying not to tell you something… I don't know, but I didn't like her, things had been normal, well normal-ish, before she came. One minute I'm stood in a dead-end job, no prospects and this stupid gift. Then I see her, and I don't know, I just know she's like me and I want to talk to her so badly and ask her so many things, maybe I just wanted some company. I was just inwardly scolding myself for that thought, when she started to wake up.
"Ow, my head hurts like hell." I let my eyes skim over her professional, if rumpled appearance. She was tall, around 5'5, her eyes a light green and her hair as black as mine, but, whereas mine was cut into a short croppy bob, her twisted and curled down her back way down to her slim waist. I was trying to be inconspicuous in my scrutinizing, but my eyes lingered too long on her face. She was pretty, a scar running the length of her face, but it didn't detract from the beauty, more added to it, giving her a kind of unnatural, unconventional beauty. She caught me staring and winked, blushing I looked away fast. She looked at me and gave a light smile. "Hi."
I said nothing, but started looked around, taking our new surroundings. A small courtyard made of bricks and gravelled floor, and no apparent way of escape. I looked up to the wall measuring the distance, trying to see if it was possible to get over it somehow.
"I said hello," I could feel the anger bubbling over in her voice. "Best thing you could do would be to at least say hi back." When this got no reply from me I heard her mutter under her breath, "Stupid **."
I whirled, feeling the heat of anger rise in my throat. Who the ** was she to insult me? "Oh, you heard that then?" A smirk sprung up on her face. Part of me admired her for daring to have a go at me, and another wanted to smack the smirk off her face. I felt for the small blade I kept in hidden in the back of my pocket. It wasn't there. I inwardly screamed a thousand curse words, but never took my eyes off Midnight, and she didn't with me.
"They took my bow as well, don't know why, just did."
"Who did?"
"The people who brought us here, dummy."
"You're a mage?"

"Necromancer."

"Same," My heart gave a leap, someone else. "What do you do?"
"What is this? The Spanish Inquisition?"
I scowled. "I'm just trying to find out why we're here; trying to figure out what possible reason anyone would have for kidnapping us."
"I'm not a kid, I'm 40."
"Ok then. Middle age knapping us."
"I'm not middle aged!"
"Yes you are, you're 40!"
"Yeah, but I look, what? 14."
"Then you're a kid."
"So are you!"
"I never denied it!"
She glared. So did I.
She began to get angry, shadows curling around her. Not really wanting a fight, especially with not having my blade, I decided now was the best time to swallow my pride. Neither of us would get out of this if we didn't work together.
"Look," I gave up the glare and sighed. "The thing is, we're both stuck in here and if we end up killing each other, then we'll never get out."
"I watched her think this over, and eventually she spoke. "So what do you suggest we do?"
"We escape."
"How? There's no door."
"I wasn't going to suggest using the door anyway." I smiled at her, she grinned, understanding. Yes, I think I'm going to like this girl.

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