Donnie got up off the bed momentarily. "I'm going to get you some water," He said not sure what to do for her. He would also get the rag so when she was done she could wipe her tears away, if she wanted.

Donnie didn't want Amelia feeling so down. He knew he could break her concentration but decided against that road to go down right now. He sat back down on the bed after getting both things. He put the water next to the bed on the floor on her side so she could get it whenever. He also showed her the rag and set it there to. Donnie then got the jacket on her right again and let his arm fall around her small, sad body.

Donnie noticed a dramatic difference in her rhythmic breathing as she fell asleep. She seemed like she would be fine and the concussion wasn't anything big to worry about or he wouldn't have allowed her to sleep. He moved her hair slightly out from in her face before moving himself away from her. Donnie wasn't quite ready to sleep just yet. The conversations he heard earlier still stung his mind.

Donnie made sure he didn't wake her. He then... kissed her forehead before heading out. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to do so, but it's not like she would ever know or remember. Donnie recalled his mother doing it for him when he was sick as a child.

Once downstairs the bartender raised his eyes to Donnie's. Surprisingly a lot of people had filed out of the place and it was getting more and more empty. Apparently they didn't want to be in the drama that went down, or needed to get back to their families or wives. Sitting at the bar, Donnie acknowledged the issue. "Sorry about... that,"

"Eh, not much a problem, Chap. I've seen much worse in my time around here. I just don't like women beaters is all. It's a bloody shame men actually lower themselves to that level," the bartender said. "You need something?"

Donnie shrugged and sighed before answering. "A place to stay, and information if you can give it," He watched the man's reaction as he told the semi-truth and the guy cleaned a few glasses. He really hoped this worked out for him and Amelia. Donnie needed to keep her safe and this place wasn't bad.

"Fin," The man said.

Donnie questioned the man on what he meant as a few more people left and one came in.

"That's my name. You need my name if either of you plan to do work around this place to earn your stay. As for information, what do you need?"

Donnie smiled and thanked the ma- Fin, and began getting the information he needed.

Donnie stayed down in the pub area for a good hour or so longer, discussing things with Fin. Apparently Fin had been married once before, but his wife had died and they never had any children because she couldn't have them. The distant look on his face as he explained it was saddening, but he didn't want any pity. After her death, he needed something to keep him going, so he bought this building and created it into a pub and inn. It was something his wife would have liked to do, given more time with the living.

Donnie learned a lot about Fin, but also about the mysterious red headed beauty. Nobody knew her name or where she came from. All anyone knew was that she popped up about a month before they did and also had on some really funny clothing and spoke with an off accent, much like theirs. She got in with a group of alchemists, which in the case now were somewhat like outlaws. They believed differently and done... magical type things in the night, or so people thought and said. They were finally apprehended and thrown in the brig, to be tried later that week.

After learning all he needed to and agreeing for them to work to stay, Donnie headed back up to the room and layed in bed after taking off his shirt and shoes. He wasn't going to take off his pants, even if they did get a little wrinkled. He wouldn't want Amelia waking up and thinking thoughts about what might have happened, assuming she couldn't remember.

He dozed off fairly quickly.

Amelia Marie Diederich

Amelia woke only a little when Donnie came back up, to fall asleep. She got to see him take off his shirt. She blushed then dozed off again.

A loud bang on the door woke up Amelia. Her head still hurt, but some of it dulled down and the little bit of light that shown through the windows, burned her eyes. She sat rolled over to see if Donnie was there, and he was. She started to shake him to make sure he was awake when she realized she didn't have a shirt on. She immidently stopped shaking him. It was the first time she wanted to wear that cursed corset.

Other bang on the door followed by Fin's voice. "I am coming in in a minute, if some one does not answer the door!" Amelia's attention went to the door at this moment. "Just a minute, then!" Fussed around trying to find her bag, it had her normal clothes in it. It took some time but she finally found it and put on her dress. She opened the Door only to find the bartender there. "Yes?" She put on a big smile, welcoming him in the morning. "Did he not say a word to you? You have work to do!" He handed her, her new outfit. "You will be my new maid. You will clean all of the rooms and anything else that may need it, like these halls.." He smiled. "Well the cleaning supplies are in the closet down the hall. Once he wakes up tell him he needs to wear this and get that job done." Amelia nodded. Fin closed the door after those words, so she could get dressed in her new outfit. She put Donnie's clothes on the bed next to him.

She grabbed her normal underwear and went behind the screen. She started to undress so she could wear her new outfit. AS she started to get undressed and redressed her mind wondered through what had happened last night. She remembered up to the part she was about getting rape. She shuddered. She was happy Donnie was there to save her, though she was a bit sad to not remember how her clothes got off. She did remember Donnie coming back and taking off her shirt, so she knew that at least it wasn't that they had sex, not like she won't mind having sex with Donnie she would at least like to remember it.
The outfit when finally got it on was a simple outfit that was much easier to get on then the other one. The only thing that tighten was the small corset that went on the outside of everything. She was happy it wasn't complicated like her other outfit. She walked out from behind the screen to show Donnie. "So? How do i look?". She smiled hoping that he didn't remember last night either.


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Donnie groaned a little bit as he stretched and got up. Luckily his head didn't hurt but alcohol didn't effect him like he knew it did Amelia. He wasn't going to tell her that he remembered everything that had happened. He thought she probably wouldn't want to talk about it for a while.

As Amelia spoke up his attention turned to her. "Lovely as always," He said and smiled. Was he flirting, at a time like this, in a PLACE like this. Oh yeah, now this was something every female wanted. Donne actually chuckled at himself as he tossed his feet over the bed.

Donnie then went about getting his own clothes on, and his other pants off. The outfit was a bit big for him which led on to that it might have been Fin's a while back. After dressing, not really being shy that Amelia was in the same room, he turned to her. "I have information on a particular red head," He said happily. "I'll tell you more about it after we get our jobs done. We have to make this work so we have a place to live and all that,"

Donnie then layed his other clothes on the bed and headed downstairs to work at the bar.

This, but more drab xD Aaand suspenders, no jacket.

By the time he was half way done with his shift at the bar, Donnie already had his sleeves rolled up and was quite tired. It was much harder work than someone would think and people could be picky. Luckily no fights really broke out during the first part of the day and that is why Fin gave Donnie that job and not later.

"Yeah, if you head right back there..," Donnie commented as he pointed to a door that led to a small back room that had supplies and food. "Before he left to go to the store or wherever he went, Fin said we can eat 3 normal meals a day and that's it. We have to continue our work,"

Donnie cleaned a glass and put it back on the shelve then took somebodies money as they paid then left. "Hey, Fin should be back soon and then we can go find out more about the professor," He commented to Amelia.

Donnie liked that Amelia cared about him eating and he gratefully took the bread. He didn't start to eat it until he was done washing the other glasses and everyone at the pub was seated and happy. He was very happy that he didn't have the night job, but he assumed it would get easier after he got use to the work. That thought had him thinking about how long they would have to be there.
Donnie didn't know.

It was a few hours later when he was finally done and switched the job back off to Fin. Fin was satisfied with their work since it was their first day and they didn't seem to be use to that kind of work.

Donnie then headed upstairs, hoping that Amelia was up there and to change out of his clothes. They would have to find a way to wash their clothes every few days or so. Once in there he began to change.

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Jennie sat tiredly in the wrought iron cell, a few other people in there with her and others in other cells. She wasn't sure where they were, but it was probably the prison in the same town that they had been busted in.

Shit she needed a ciggerette.

It was about a month ago when Jennie had landed in this place. It was very Victorian and not high on technology which didn't help her one bit. What was she thinking when she jumped in? Yeah it was an awesome idea, and what better way to learn about it then BE in it, but how was she suppose to get back? The thing was, she had been hoping to send up in a very technological place that could help her hone her abilities and sciences. Instead, she ended up here.

So, like a smart scientist she was, Jennie went to her best bet in finding a way out-- the Alchemists. She had read about similar people in their own history, and they seemed like her best bet. Truth was, she had learned a lot so far.

Donnie helped her put her corset back on, and tried to ignore the flashes of memory that came into his mind about the night before like taking it off and her... breasts. Geesh he was trying not to be a perv, but apparently couldn't help it. He couldn't believe she could deal with how tight it was.

Donnie's hands lingered on Amelia longer than was probably necessary before he let them drop and he scratched his head. "I ah... I think she's probably going to be in one of the prisons, or jails around here. I'm not sure if she is still in this town but it would be in our interest to ask at the near by cell holdings. With working and all that, we don't have near as much time to search so it might take a day or two to find her. On the not bright side, I have no idea how we plan to get her out, even if we do find her," Donne commented.

Donnie made a crack lie about having to go in and see if his derelict of an uncle was in there. He was always going out to pubs at night and not coming home for days but this time he was gone much longer and he was scared for his safety and thought his uncle might be inside since that is where he was a few times before. At first the guards were hesitant but finally let them through after being bribed with a bit of their money. Luckily they were working, but they weren't working for money. He would have to steal some more, more than likely.

Once they were in, Donnie kept his eyes peeled for a red head. The place was surprising much larger then it looked on the outside.

Donnie was surprised about how well Amelia was taking things and going in stride with what was going on. She never seemed like the person before that would lie and make up stories. But really, she wasn't that bad at it and since she was a pretty girl she was even more apt to not get assumed to be lieing. It was actually a good plan.

Donnie smiled slightly. "Yeah I bet a lot of people would want to rough up some murderers like that," he said trying to stay on the side of the guard. It was better to act in cahoots.

He wrinkled his nose slightly as the guard took them even further into the prison. The smell was getting worse and worse. Donnie glanced over at Amelia to see how she was doing.

This was it. Hopefully the Professor was here.

The energy further down the prison was almost stifling. It just felt... bad. It was something that could put a stone feeling in your gut for weeks. It was such a bad place to be and he had a huge feeling half of the people there didn't deserve the harsh, nasty treatment.

Donnie looked into the darkness of the cell in front of them, but couldn't see much. Then he heard Amelia speak.
Then he heard her yell.

It was like a flash bang of surprise. By the look on her face, she surprised herself. She surprised him. And not only that, but then the guard knew that they knew someone there and that was a big problem.

It was a quick reaction of Donnie's, to elbow the guard in the face. He was slightly taller and bigger than him, but he would be slow and he was far from athletic. If anything, he needed to work out and run some. Everything was happening so fast and so unexpectedly. He then grabbed the baton and knocked out the guard.

"We need to hurry. Now,"

Donnie heard some shuffling far away. He was sure it had to be the other guards or police coming to check the ruckus that they had probably heard. It's not like they had been quiet.

Donnie looked around. He was sure they didn't have much time but he also doubted that the people in this cell were bad. The professor might be back in there some where.

Tossing the keys in the cell, he spoke. "The hotel in the downtown, not too far from here is where we are staying. It's one of the only rooming pubs around here. Meet us there if you are in there," Donnie demanded.

His main priority was keeping them safe, though, and that required them to get out then and hope Kellen was there and would find them soon enough.

Getting out wasn't too hard for them. The guards were easy to fool right off the bat to where they would have enough time to get away.

Donnie shrugged. "Honestly I don't know. My hopes are high, but they also have to break out of the prison and we don't know if she was in there.," He said running his hand through his bangs. It sucked that they didn't have any clue. All it was, was guesses and hoping.

Donnie led Amelia upstairs, away from the people that were drinking their lives away or escaping to their own worlds. It would be bad for business for them to interupt them or startle some into leaving. They would not want to run customers away from the place they were working at and sleeping as well. They for sure didn't need anymore problems.

Sighing as he closed the door, Donnie looked over at Amelia. "I'm sure we can use some baths and some food and things before we go to bed or anything like that. The evening is still young for the most part. I'm sure we don't have to work until the morning again.," He sat on the bed and groaned. He wasn't use to getting into fights anymore so him fighting actually ached parts of his body.

"All we can do is hope Kellen comes and keep on with our business until we know for sure," He said.

Donnie could understand where Amelia was coming from. With all of this going on, it was hard not to miss home. Here they had no real home, and were getting into plenty of messes. She was right, they needed a little bit to lighten up their time there since they couldn't do much else.

Donnie followed suit as she led the way and changed easily once they were back upstairs. He could tell there was less tension about changing then there was previous time. It was something of a relief that the awekwardness of changing wouldn't be adding on to the rest of their odd time and place.

Grabbing a bite to eat as well, he shrugged. "You might not believe it, but I've only played cards a few times." Donnie said taking a bite and the chuckling. He didn't know many card games. She would probably end up having to teach him.

Luckily, Donnie did know how to play Go Fish. It was silly, but at least he knew that one and wouldn't have to look even more wierd in front of Amelia. "I have 1," he said, but then she didn't say anything back at first.

Donnie wasn't sure what was going on, but she seemed interested in him. Did he have something on his face? Then he noticed a light blush come on to her face. It was one of the moments that he wished that he could hear what she was thinking, or know what she was thinking about. Sometimes girls could be hard to read. Then again, that was how life always was and always would be.

"I have 1?" He repeated when she asked.

Donnie smiled. "No, go fish." He said triumphantly, chuckling at himself. He then looked through his own hand. "Do you have any 7's?" He asked.

Quickly he asked something else though. "Are you okay?" He asked. Donnie was just the type of person to worry about her. They had come so far together in what little time they had actually be around each other or even knew each other and under odd circumstances like failing a class. He knew they were at least friends at this moment.
Somehow he knew that it wasn't that she was sick or hurting in any way.

"Yes," Donnie said as he handed over a four. Before dwelling on her words, he silently realized why he didn't play many card games. He ultimatly just seemed to suck at them all. He then looked up at her as he handed her the card.

"I know how you feel. This is all.... too much. It's like a movie. Not even a very good one, at that. It's one of those things that should have happened to someone else and we should have read on the news. But it's.... not." Donnie commented. It was the best way he could think to describe what was going on with them. It all just seemed so impossible. No matter where they were or what time, though, he didn't want to see Amelia unhappy or down. So he said the first that that came to his mind after.

"But even if we are in some crappy movie-like existence, I honestly don't think I would have chose someone else to venture it with," He said cheesily. Sure Donnie didn't have many friends to begin with because he stayed a lot to himself, but if it made her feel better, it was worth stating.

Donnie scatched his head. Yeah who would have thought that someone could be so bad at cards? He suppose everyone had their weak points though. "I know right. Ugh. Yeah I do. You probably have my other card too," He said laughing. Playing cards was a nice change of pace, but the pressure they were under was still their, hanging in the air.

"Well do you need anything? Like water or something?" Donnie asked, still not sure what was wrong with her. Maybe it was because he was a guy and it was almost nature for guys and girls to simply not understand each other.

Donnie hadn't expected the knock. He was expecting to go ahead and loose the game and move onto another one, happy as long as they were doing something to keep themselves occupied and generally happy. Of course, time never seemed to stop for them.

Amelia opened the door and a frantic man rushed in. Donnie wasn't sure what to expect, but there wasn't much time before the man rushed in to when he explained why he was there, luckily for them. His words made Donnie stop, and slightly gape at the man.

"So it worked? The proffessor was in the prison?! Where do we need to meet her?" He asked hurriedly, almost as fast as the man had rattled his own words off. This was it. Maybe, just maybe they could finally figure this out and a way back home! He moved closer to Amelia just in case the frantic man was bad, awaiting an answer.

Donnie held the paper tightly, and guided Amelia over to sit down. He could tell she was a little rattled by the man. Then again, who wasn't? Donnie had even been a little wierded out. But assuming that the man had also been imprisoned made sense to why he would have been acting like that. He was hoping like hell it wasn't a trap. This was now their only lead.

He spread out the paper to make sure he could see it all well enough and then sat beside Amelia so she could take a gander at it as well. Donnie noticed that the bridge was a little further out of town, deffinatly not near the prison.

"We could make this trip tonight?" Donnie asked Amelia to see what she thought about it. They could wait till the next day or night, but sooner might be the better choice.