(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/knaveofheartstaintedmini.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ilosovic Stayne (Knave)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Broken Cup<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rabbit<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">One of the four doors into the shop was pushed open and an unusually tall man made his way inside. Behind him, a small girl, probably around her late teens, came in with him. The man looked well dressed, clean, and well groomed. Not a single strand of his blond hair was out of place and the metal eye patch over his right eye was shined to perfection. His booted feet thudded heavily on the floor as he made his way over to one of the tables and settled down. With a snap of his fingers, one of the girls came rushing after and sat down on the floor next to him, laying her head in his lap like some kind of puppy.<br/><br/>The girl, for how clean the man was, was that much worse. Her red hair was stringy and yet still somehow matted. Her face, had it been clean, would have been as pale as the man's. As it were, her face was so dirty and bruised that it was hard to tell what color her skin was naturally. Her clothing was even worse off than she was. The shirt, what was left of it, clung to her body as tightly as possible and was stitched together with string and safety pins in many places. Other than a pair of holey, purple socks, the shirt was the only thing the girl appeared to be wearing. It was long enough to go down to her knees, but holes in it allowed small peeks at her stomach, hips, and thighs. Her eyes were lifeless and dead. It was almost as if she'd been pulled right out of the ground and was a walking corpse. Even though her eyes were lifeless, there were small tears falling out of them every now and then.<br/><br/>"What did I tell you? No tears till we go see Hare. I don't want you wasting them like that. If you must cry, at least do it into a tea cup," his voice was steely and cold as he spoke. Despite that, his fingers stroked her matted hair in the most tender way, "I will even get you a cup," looking around for a moment, he spotted the Rabbit, "We need a new cup. New cup," he yelled before turning his attention back to the girl in his lap.<br/><br/>"I don't even know why you're crying. I was much kinder to you than I was to your sister. For what you both did, you both should have been punish equally, but I can't deny I've always had a soft spot for you, Berry. Perhaps you can both go back tomorrow and make up for what you did today before you do it," the girl nodded lightly, "Good, your mother will be happy to hear that. You will have to carry her though. Even though you are redoing today tomorrow, she will still have had her punishment. A wheelchair should take care of it. Alright?"<br/><br/>The girl just nodded again before putting her head back into his lap, "I need a tea cup for her tears," he said, again. Ilosovic did not like repeating himself, but he would do so to make a point. Having only one eye himself, he did not know the joy of being able to truly cry ones eyes out. The only way the poor Knave could know the joys of crying was to watch little things like this Berry girl cry her eyes out, "Perhaps next time you girls will remember to plant the red roses for your mother's balcony instead of those white ones. Silly girls, thinking you could trick her by painting them red. You should have known she would find out and you know she always sends you girls to me when you misbehave," the girl just whimpered in his lap as his fingers gripped her shoulder for a moment before relaxing.</span></span>