Double Dog Dare

Rag doll felt his temper swing out of control.
Who did this Valentine think he was?! Obviously he knew nothing about any sort of love, even a love of strangers!
rag doll picked up 3 needles and threw them one after another.
*swit* *swit**swit*
They flew through the air and embedded themselves in the Valentien's face.
He grabbed his face " AH! What... What!"
 He turned on Rag Doll but he held up more needles.
"Try it, buddy. I dare you."

Clever Girl

The guard raising his beefy hand and struck her across the face, knocking her down. The scarecrows reached for her in alarm simultaneously, showing the link they shared as twins.

Hearts acted as if he really had hit her, but she had brought her hand up at the last second, slapping her hand on her cheek that made the crack of sound that echoed in the room. She kept her face turned down as she fell onto the floor, one hand still clutching her cheek to keep suspicions at bay. She couldn't let the guard see her face, see her smirk that told him that she had bested him after all.

She was a clever girl. She only hoped her cleverness lasted.

Lose Lose

Ragdoll glanced at her, wanting to help her but realizing this was a fight he couldn't help win. She was going to do it by herself. And if he got in the way, he would lose too.

Bitter Hearts

She knew those scarecrows. Her aunts used to mix up anti-crow spells for them. They saw the pity in her eyes when she looked at them. Her resolve to get out got stronger. She wouldn't just break out of here. She had to save the captives that the Valentines had taken. She glared at the guard, lip curled in disgust, and he noticed.

"What're you lookin' at, freak?" he threatened.

"Your ugly face," she spat back, standing up. She'd hidden the uniforms under the straw before sitting on it; they wouldn't be seen.

Heart of Gold?

Rag doll had made piles of hearts, more than Hearts had thought he would be able to make, much more. He could sit on them if he wanted, perhaps even a bed...
The door opened and two scarecrows came in, dressed in valentine slave uniforms and began to gather the hearts glumly while a valentine soldier  set the two bowls of mush on the table.
"eat up, freaks."
Rag doll smiled at the name. It was nice to hear something familiar.
But he didn't want Hearts being called that.
"You're right, I am a freak." he said smoothly, taking all of the critisim.
"Thanks for noticing."

An Only Halfway Awkward Silence

She shrugged it off, no hint of the irritation she had shown after he'd ruined her first meal. There was a silence. Hearts was focused, and her focusing made her bite her lip (not very conducive to a talkative situation). Rag Doll kept thinking of things to say, but they all sounded stupid in his head, and he imagined it wouldn't help if he said those things out loud. In fact, he thought it would make them sound even worse.

The sun set much more quickly than Hearts anticipated. She was sewing the last stitch on when she heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. She stabbed the needle into the cloth, rolled up the uniforms, and stuffed them in the hay, laying back against the haystack and pretending to pick apart bad stitches in the hearts she had sewn earlier (of course there weren't any, but Hearts was very good at pretending).

Heart in Hand

"Sorry." He murmured softly then went to the table and sat down, sewing furiously.
he finished 4 hearts in the time it took Hearts to respond.
"Sorry for what?"
He sewed faster in his embarrassment. The result being that he sewed the heart to his hand.
"ah... Dang. I--- I'm sorry you didn't get to eat." He said, starting to explode at himself but just managing to hold it.