Sparrow and Rachel's Zome OnexOne

[Sparrow]

He tights his grip into a choke hold lifting the man higher onto the wall. Noticing the uniform the man ware's, "He's a convict? Oh great if hordes of zombies weren’t bad enough..." he thinks solemnly.
Vincent found himself in a two way decision. 1: he could kill the guy, but that would label himself as no better than this guy. Or 2: Let the freak go, who will most likely hurt someone.
He narrows his eyes at the man as the knife is whipping around.
"2 it is..." he thinks calmly.
Waiting for the knife to reach a point in the air, he slaps it out of the man's hand with his still free hand.
After a few moments he throws the convict to the opposite side of the room. Then turns to the man to keep an eye on him.

[Rachel]

01372 landed hard on the ground, coughing and gasping. He gave the man his death glare, thinking 'What is he?' There was no way he should've been able to survive that. And, he wanted his blade back.
Lily, holding the edge of the window tightly, stood up. She peered in, and, upon spotting 01372 lying on the ground, whispered, "Oh my gosh... is he alright?"

[Sparrow]

Vincent continues to watch 01372. He didn’t understand how exactly, but he could tell the man would be fine after he caught his breath.
“Better run while we still have a chance.” he thinks.
It is then he notices his sunglasses are gone, and then sees they’re inches in front of 01372.
“Well that’s just great.” He thinks sarcastically.
Slowly he inches his way to his sunglasses, keeping a watchful eye on the man. When he gets there he kneels down and pick up his glasses, and before putting them back on shoots a final glare at 01372. Before getting up he pulls the knife out of his back and sticks it in the floor. He turns to Lily and nods to answer her question, then starts to walk over to the window.

[Rachel]

Lily stared at Vincent fearfully. "W-what happened to him? Did you hurt him?" she asked, her voice panicked and somewhat... different.
01372 stared at the man as he pulled the knife out. What...? He didn't understand how it had happened... unless he wasn't as human as he seemed...

[Sparrow]

Vincent stops, and takes out his note book and writes, “No, he’ll be fine.”
Then tosses the paper to Lily, and waits for her to read it.
The knife is covered in blackened blood. Vincent turns to 01372 to keep a watchful eye on him. Where he’d been stabbed bleeds lightly, but not how a hit to the heart should be.

[Rachel]

Lily shrunk back from the paper and huddled on the ground, staring at Vincent fearfully.
01372, grabbed the knife and slowly stood. Once he was up, he moved slowly around the edge of the room to the spot where he'd thrown his rucksack. He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder, all the while watching Vincent. He's have to somehow get over there and get his precious blade before he left, he just didn't know how, with the trespassers over that side of the room and all...

[Sparrow]

(sorry I didn't come back last night, the movie was looooong. D:)

Vincent sensed something different about Lily, though he couldn't figure out what. He kept an eye on 01372 as he walked to his rucksack. At a loss as of what to do he stands there, unsure about what side of the room to move to.
"That guy must want something in this room, but what?" he thinks questioningly.
He takes a quick look around the room and spots it, "The knife." he thinks quickly coming to the conclusion.
Slowly he walks backwards towards the knife, watching 01372. When he passes it he swiftly kicks it over to the man, then stays in that spot.

[Rachel]

01372 moved forward and gingerly picked it up by the blade. He then swung it around and grabbed it's hilt before placing his other knife in his mouth. He moved backwards slowly, eyes still locked on Vincent. When he reached the door, he turned the handle and walked outside, only turning when he slammed the door.
Then, he ran. He didn't want to stick around to find out what that man was.

[Sparrow]

Vincent gives a sigh of relief after he hears the man run away.
“That could have been really bad.” He thinks.
He turns to Lily worried about her reaction to the whole thing. Quickly he writes down, “Are you ok?” then tosses the paper to her.

[Rachel]

Lily held herself tighter, watching as the paper landed on the ground. She then looked at him and shook her head, refusing to read it.

[Sparrow]

Vincent tilts his head at a loss as to what to do. After a while of thinking he comes to a conclusion, “I should just leave.” he thinks. Solemnly he waves goodbye and turns to the door man had fled from. As he walks to it he thinks worriedly, “It’s better this way, she’ll be better off.”
He turns the knob of the door, takes a last look back then exits the room. Closing the door softly behind him, he walks down the hall looking for a way out.

[Rachel]

Once Vincent had left, Lily hesitantly picked up the two pieces of paper and read them. She placed them down on the ground and stared at them. 'Who is this?' she thought tiredly. Then, she debated whether to go and find Vincent or to stay here. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she stood up, climbed through the window and left the room.

[Sparrow]

Vincent continued down the hall, every other door was left ajar giving him an unsettled feeling. Suddenly he hears a vase fall off a table somewhere in the hall causing him to jump.
“Man, I hate creepy quiet halls.” He thinks, continuing down the hall he hears something in the room to his right. Letting curiosity get the better of him knocks on the door. Ready to bolt it the need be.

[Rachel]

Lily shuffled down the hall, jumping at every noise, as soft as it may have been. After a little while, she spotted Vincent. Her pace quickened as she walked along one of the walls, glancing around nervously.

Inside the room, there was a tall man. Sawn-off shotgun in hand, he stood up and walked over to the door, holding his breath as he pushed it open. As soon as it was wide enough for him to see who had knocked, he pointed the gun outside.
"Who are you?" he demanded.

[Sparrow]

Vincent put his hands up panicked.
“Of all the doors...” he thinks scarred silly. He shakes as he points to his notebook in his front pocket, then slowly puts his hand down to grab it. Quickly he writes “I’m Vincent, and I’m mute.” He holds out the handbook for the man to take.
“Not good, not good.” he repeats over in this mind, he could recover from damage from a knife easily, but a shotgun was another story.