Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 1:44:06 GMT -5
Rhys felt her world come crashing down. It had just started to get better. She had a confidant, someone she could talk to, someone she could share her problems with. Someone she was connected with. And once again, just as she began to warm up to him family creates a problem. He had shot her brother. He didn't know it was him at the time, but he had shot her brother. The story he told explained why Ry had been stubborn and refused to join her on the Pearl. She couldn't bring herself to be mad at the man across from her. He had told her the truth, but it hurt. It hurt so much, he was just another one she needed to distance herself from.
There was no better time to start than now. She stood slowly, "I don't know how I made it here, I just followed my feet. But Mark... I think I'm going to head back to the Pearl. The crew doesn't see me anymore, I don't want that confrontation, and I just can't... can't deal with everything at the moment." She avoided saying anything about her brother, but his wounds flashed through her mind and she quietly began to wonder if he had made it back to his own ship without problems.
She needed time to herself to process this information. She needed time to get over her meeting on the street. She moved towards the door quietly. Her eyes never once looked up to meet his as she moved, she just wanted to cry, and that was certainly not something she could do in front of him, not now. The warm, safe world she had started to build up came crashing down around her, and she wanted to curl up and cry now.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 24, 2004 1:45:03 GMT -5
*Eric laughed a little and grinned boyishly as she woke up. She propped herself up and kissed him and then stated that she had won their little bet. Eric laughed warmly and rolled his eyes as he pushed her hair behind her shoulder.* Come on now, thats not fair. *He grinned, though he knew she was right. He HAD been the first one to make contact, but if loosing led to this...he was a damn happy looser.
As she laid down again and mentioned not going to dinner his eyes drifted back to the window. The sun was already sinking as it was and he wondered how many if any of the crew were already congreated at Marks house. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, holding Evelyn as if he'd never let her go again.* That sounds like a good idea to me. I don't want to leave. *He said with a soft grin, opening an eye to look at her.
He honestly didn't want to leave. There was a warmth and security that he felt being this close to Evelyn and he wasn't ready to set that aside just yet. He was going to put off leaving until the last possible moment. Right now he was just focused on he and Evelyn and nothing else. Nothing else mattered to him right now.
When she looked up at him he opened both eyes, his own face growing more sincere as well. The corners of his lips rose ever so slightly as she thanked him. She had said to him the words he so desperatly wanted to hear. So it had all been special to her then, that was what he wanted. She deserved an intimate moment that she could cherish and not be ashamed of. He was glad he could be the one to give it to her.* I was hoping you would say that. *He said softly, stroking her hair as she laid her head back down. There was a long silence before he spoke again.* I never thought I'd be with anyone again, at least not like that. But now that I have been Im glad it was with you. I wouldnt want it any other way. *He said in an almost thoughtful tone.
Then he groaned a little. They really did need to get up and get ready to head to Marks house. He shifted a bit and propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down at her. He sighed heavily and his eyes strayed towards his clothes on the floor.* We probably should get ready to head over to Marks. *He said heavily, almost reluctantly. And then a mischevious look came over his face and his eyes sparkled.* Besides, this doesnt have to be our ONLY moment right? *He grinned with a soft laugh.*
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Mark Andrews
Councellor/First Mate
Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 1:55:12 GMT -5
Mark was surprised that she didn't seem to want to kill him. He was saddened that she wanted to leave. He suddenly remembered the danger that lurked 'neath the hull of the Pearl.
"Please don't go Rhys. It's getting dark, and besideds you must be hungry. At least stay for dinner. Then you can go where you want. That's all I am asking for, just dinner."
He knew he had to convince her to stay, to keep her from blowing up, and to keep her safe from Port Royal. He moved closer to her, his eyes pleaded that she stay. He lifted her chin softly with his hand so that she looked into his eyes.
"Please? Just for dinner. Besides if you stay here I can make sure you are safe tonight. You are welcome to sleep in the guest room. It has a nice cozy bed and everything."
He knelt down on one knee.
"I would be honored if you would join me for dinner."
He said trying to lessen the tention. He was trying to toss in some humor, but found it to have little effect. He stood back up and pleaded with his light blue eyes.
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 24, 2004 2:02:02 GMT -5
Evelyn clung to him tightly as he mentioned he hadn't thought he'd be with anyone like that...again. The words pierced her heart a bit and she frowned slightly. Ashley...she had almost forgotten about her. Now that she thought it over she wasn't sure why it was bothering her. She had suspected he had been intimate with her and on various occasions, but it still bothered her that he had once held someone the way he held her at the moment, that the way he kissed her was the way he had kissed her, the way he touched her was the same.
She looked Eric over with curiosity but shook her head, deciding now wasn't the time to bring it up. It bothered her, like a pebble in her shoe really, but she shrugged it off. When he propped himself on his elbow and she lay her head upon the pillow. Her honeyed eyes followed his gaze to his clothing and she groaned a bit. "Gah...do we really have to?" she asked with a slight smirk and closed her eyes while curling herself into him.
She then reached up and pulled him down towards her, beckoning him to linger a few moments longer. "Jus' stay with me fer a few more moments, savvy?" she asked as she lifted a brow and wrapped her hands about his strong neck. "Then...MAYBE I'll think o' gettin' up..." Evelyn's eyes danced a bit and kissed him again. There was no rush to get up for her. She wished they could have longer really, but simply knowing they would have that night, the next, and the following for as long as they wished for themselves was a prospect worth smiling about.
Evelyn had never enjoyed feeling weaker, or feeling vulnerable, however in front of Eric she found it was getting easier for her to simply show him these sides of her. She was beginning to find she didn't exactly hate herself too much if she begged him to stay with her, if she shed a tear of two, or if she simply could melt into his embrace the way she was at the moment. She was Evelyn Pearl, that was for damned certain, but she wasn't without her faults. But at least only ONE person in this world would ever see them...
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Post by Sarah Fleming on Oct 24, 2004 7:01:05 GMT -5
Sarah tickled the babe before handin him back to Elizabeth. A smile broke out on his face and he laughed. Sarah gently put James in Elizabeth's arms. Oh dinner sounds good! I'm starving.
Sarah turned to look at the Pearl. I wonder where Rhys is...do ye think she knows where Mark's house is? Sarah debated going to look for Rhys, but she had seemed she wanted to be left alone.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 24, 2004 12:48:39 GMT -5
" Well ye know Jack. 'E never really 'as somethin' planned until it 'it's 'im.."
* She smiled following Sarah to where Will, Liz, and Jack stood. When Sarah took the baby from Elizabeth's arms she smiled looking down on him. He seemed so safe and secure. She looked up at Will and Elizabeth and smiled as the baby was put back into Liz's arms.*
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Selina
Apprentice/Of the Crew
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Post by Selina on Oct 24, 2004 14:10:30 GMT -5
Selina looked out at the island from the decks of the ship, her emerald eyes squinting in the heavy fog that was shrouding the waters at the moment. It was an eerie evening, one that was far too quiet, with but the soft swoosh of their ship tackling waves, and the small, almost distant sounding shouts of the crew aboard. Her ruby lips remained sternly in a state that gave away no particular feeling. Her dark, wild, curls fell over her shoulders and she stared at the island with curiosity. She wondered if she would run into a certain crew...or better yet, a certain someone that needed to be brought to justice and at this, she smirked.
She pulled the black coat Michael had given her a few months earlier about her tightly, the leather shielding her from the moist atmosphere and blocking out the stark, icy feeling in the air. Her lip trembled slightly and she jerked her head around. "Hurry up!" she called at the crew and they all busied themselves further. Since she and Michael had come upon that city of El Dorado about a year ago, they had been able to gather their own ship and crew, although it was no grand prize, it WAS something that was sailable, and ever since Barbossa went into simply lazying about Tortuga for some time, they had needed to find other means on exercising their ambitions. Avery as well had been keen on continuing to feed his ambitions and so joined them on their voyage.
At the moment only a few, bare, raw ideas drove Selina. One was the simple feeling of greed, the avarice to want and desire more...that insatiable lust for power. Vengeance was another, and it gnawed at her day and night. She found it difficult to escape the image of Jack Sparrow and his pompous crew...or the face of the woman who had TWICE already managed to toil with her plans. She wanted to rip the woman to shreds, her and her ERIC. How she despised him. She dug her sharp nails into the side of the ship.
A breeze blew chilling her to the bone and then then footsteps were heard. The footfalls were of someone she knew all too well. Someone who had been the only one besides Barbossa to know the insides of Selina's mind. She didn't need to turn to see who it was. "Evenin' Michael..." Selina said with a sly smile.
She leaned onto the sides of their ship and glanced out through the fog. "Its going to be a rough evening. A storm is rolling in, I can sense it." She stated with a heavy sigh and looking up at Michael with a small smile. Then just as if the skies were confirming her thoughts a flash of lightning darted across the skies. She scooted a bit closer towards Michael.
"At least we shall be docking soon." She said slowly, looking around in the inky darkness at the crew as they scuttled around doing their various activities. She reached out a gloved hand then and grasped Michael's, feeling his hand engulf hers. He had always been a strong presence, and his stature had helped greatly in the simple intimidation he gave off towards others. Selina had found a sort of safe refuge in this. Selina could very well take care of herself and was deadly with a blade, more so than others and built up a deadly reputation to go with it as well.
Her other name, The Black Widow, still was whispered about the many different ports they had docked in, but it was losing its power now as Selina had not done many of the things she used to...if she HAD, Michael would probably have killed her and she wouldn't necessarily have blamed him, ALTHOUGH...at times she still felt the urge to simply practice an attempt at it again. Perhaps she could find somone dumb enough to simply pay her first and then she could do away with him, although whenever she proposed this to Michael he dismissed it with a bitter grunt.
Still...there was no harm in TRYING it again...ESPECIALLY since she assured herself that she would go no further than simply pulling the man into a room wtih her. However, that spirit waned a bit when it came to the thought of possibly losing Michael over it. He had been too good with her which was a rarity indeed in this life. Selina was now forgetting Damien and Michael had been edging his way into her cold heart for some time now. His stern demeanor was prominently shown towards the world, but it seems somehow, somewhere, he was able to find it in himself to smile for her.
She appreciated this and enjoyed the small evidences of his kinder side for her. She had shown him her immense care for him in various ways as well, although most of that had only occured behind closed doors or completely out of sight of anyone else. His handsome face attracted too much attention at times and it had angered Selina at various moments. Once when they had raided a particularly small isle of the coast of the America's women had flocked to him, practically throwing themselves at him in all their indecency and Selina had done away with MANY of the villages women that day.
In fact, Selina built up a nickname for herself there which she had interpereted to mean something like "The Devil's Wench". She remembered the day vividly, 10 women were dead, their blood stained her hands and she was disgusted...not because of the atrocities with which she had disposed of them, but because they had ever THOUGHT they could have touched Michael and would have gotten away with it.
What she possesed for Michael was a strong care and possesiveness, she protected him from anything she thought threatened his safety or his love for her. She always would and even if she had to slaughter thousands to prove to the world she would, she would gladly do it...and all with a smirk on her face...
Her hand gripped his tightly and she rested her head gently upon his arm, remembering back to the events where he too had done much to save her from various events that could have threatened her as well. Of course, she had dealt with much of it herself, but in the rare occasions when the odds were overwhelming, he had been there and she found comfort in that.
The next trial that awaited them in the near future would prove to be the one that would seal their fates...and who knows which way THAT would lead them...
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
Posts: 187
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 18:57:44 GMT -5
Blue eyes widened and she broke out of his grip. He had begged and pleaded that she stay. Tried to bribe her with food, and a nice bed. She turned from him, her hand resting on the door knob. She had to hide the tears in her eyes. He was being so kind to her, yet she couldn't stay. She needed to distance herself from him. Her heart yearned to stay and gain a friend. A friend she desperatly needed. Yet, her mind screamed at her, telling her she would only get hurt again. The only one she could keep close was family.
One hand brushed away tears, while the other turned the knob. "I'm sorry, Mark," she whispered before stepping out into the rain that was falling just like old times. Her eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her, but she looked up to smile slightly at the weather, it seemed willing to comply with her feelings at the moment. She froze, her heart stopped. He stood there staring at her. Blue eyes peircing her own, with confusion and shock evident on his own features.
She couldn't take it, turning she practicly flew back into the house, slamming the door behind her. She found herself clinging to Mark, the only source of comfort and safety she had found in the last year. Shaking, pale, and soaked to the bone, she burried her face in his shirt and clung to him. The face was burned into her mind, the hauntingly living eyes. Eyes that should not have been seen again.
Regaining some of her composure, she mumbled, "It looks like I'll be staying." Her attempt at humor failed and her grip on his shirt tightened as the image showed itself again.
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Mark Andrews
Councellor/First Mate
Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 21:33:47 GMT -5
Mark allowed her to go to the door. He didn't want to hold her here against her will. His eyes still begged her to stay. She opened the door. It was pouring outside. She stepped out and stopped. He was confused by this. Suddenly she came bolting back in and burried herself in his chest. He embraced her and began to try to calm her. She calmed a bit and said she had decided to stay.[/b]
"I'm glad you decided to stay. We need to get you into some dry clothes though mate. Wouldn't want you get sick."
He said with a grin. He took her hand and showed her the way to his bedroom. He opened his closet and pulled out an outfit.
"They aren't exactly your size, but I think you will find them comfortable."
He handed her a blue billowy shirt, with brown pants and a black belt. He grabbed a new shirt for himself. It was white and had the North Star sewn in light silver on the back of the shirt.
"Feel free to make yourself at home when you finish dressing luv. I'll be setting out the food with Sam."
He hesitated a moment. He smiled at the young woman and then walked out of the room. He went into the kitchen where he caught Sam snatching another small piece of Turkey.
"I pretended not to see you the first time mate. I won't be so kind this time."
He said as he playfully smacked Sam's hand away. He began to lay the food out on the table. Anything you could imagine to be in the Queens own dining room could be found, even a few bottles of wine. Cheap wine mind you. Mark still wasn't what you would call rich, but he was still pretty well off. The only good thing to come out of El Dorado. He hesitated and looked towords his room, well not the only good thing. He sat on the couch in the living room and read a book sitting on an end table.
" 'Dracula: The Terror of the Night' well doesn't that sound all wholesome and homey."
He joked to himself. He read it halfheartedly. He knew any moment the crew would arrive. He was sure Rhys was as nervous as he was. Neither of them seemed to like to be around the crew too much, but Mark wanted to give them another try. Besides tonight he would have his revenge on the Captain and the whole conflict between them would draw to a close, as long as he wasn't found out anyway.
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 22:16:59 GMT -5
Rhys followed Mark mutely down the hallway. He led her into what must have been his room, quickly pulling out clothes for her to change into. After a moment, he left the room leaving her alone, to change. She did rather quickly, laying her soaked clothes out on the ground hoping they would dry quickly.
Newly dressed she looked the room over one last time before slipping into the hallway and following her nose down to food. She stepped into the room finding Mark speaking with another person, it had to be Sam. She attempted a nice smile, but it came out rather badly. She was still in shock over what she had seen, and she was worried about having to meet the rest of the crew. After a moment she said, "I laid my clothes out on your floor so they could dry, I hope you don't mind" She fell silent again, unsure of what to say. It had been so long since she had actually spoken to anyone. It was habit to remain silent now.
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Mark Andrews
Councellor/First Mate
Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 22:29:37 GMT -5
Mark saw Rhys emerge out of the corner of his eye. He had to admit she looked rather cute in his oversized clothes. He showed her to a chair at the head of the table.
"Don't worry about it. They will dry pretty quick. I trust your clothes fit okay? Go ahead and fix you a plate if you want to. Everyone should be here soon."
He noticed she seemed quite nervous. He couldn't blame her. He didn't feel real comfortable around the crew. He hoped this dinner would help change that. He sat down at the other end of the table, Sam sat in a chair next to him on the right side of the table.
"I know it is going to be hard for you to meet up with the crew again Rhys. I know how you feel about that. I'm not feeling really good about it myself. I just hope that this will help settle me a bit you know? I wonder if they are going to stay, or just resupply and head off on another adventure?"
Mark pondered as he poured himself a glass of wine.
"Wine luv?"
He asked with a grin on his face. He desperately wanted her to feel comfortable while she was there.
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Sam
New Citizen/New Sailor
It's always nice to laugh at death in the face. But occasionally death gets to laugh back
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Post by Sam on Oct 24, 2004 22:41:56 GMT -5
Sam sat down at the large table and poured a glass of wine for himself. He looked at Rhys and smiled. He didn't feel real comfortable around the female type, and her situation of her being nervous didn't help much.
"So Rhys I've heard a lot about you. Mark here told me all about your heroic exploits out there in the jungle. You sound like a good person to have around in a tricky spot."
Mark winced a bit....knowning she probably didn't want to be reminded of the trip to El Dorado. He gave Sam a light kick under the table.
"Ouch.....uh......the Turkey looks lovely."
That was all he could say. After realizeing how stuipid it was he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. He fell silent. He decided to only speak when spoken to for the rest of the night.
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Oct 24, 2004 22:42:08 GMT -5
The red head slipped into a chair and sat quietly. She was comfortable or atleast would have been if she hadn't been so worried and ready to bolt. She shook her head at the offer for wine, but answered Mark's question, "As far as I know, we're only here to visit Will and Elizabeth then we're heading back out to sea." Her mind slipped to what she would be doing in a few days; back to her normal night watches avoiding contact at all costs.
She sighed slightly, once again her mind drifting to what would have happened if she had joined her brother. But thoughts of her brother brought those stirring blue eyes back and she found her hands gripping the seat tightly.
After a moment her grip loosened and she decided to venture a question, "Do you believe in ghosts?" She bit her lip and fiddled with the end of her shirt, waiting for his reaction. She was quite serious despite the oddity of the question.
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Mark Andrews
Councellor/First Mate
Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Oct 24, 2004 22:54:47 GMT -5
Mark was taken back by the random question. He took a sip of wine and pondered the answer.
"I suppose so. I can feel a presence around me every now and again. I can't rightly explain what it is. What about you? Do you believe in ghosts?"
He was trying to figure out if the question was connected to anything he already knew. He couldn't think of anything. He took another sip of wine and looked across at the woman on the other side of the table.
"Do you believe in fate Rhys? I am still trying to figure out what led you to my door. Perhaps it is more than just ironic hmmm? And another question mate....Do you believe in true love?"
He asked the questions not even knowing what he felt his answeres would be. he was just trying to learn more about the girl that was the truth. He picked up a cube of cheese and ate it. He looked over at Sam and noticed he had an awfully confused look on his face.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Oct 24, 2004 23:04:36 GMT -5
*Eric flashed Evelyn a lopsided grin and turned reluctantly to get up when she suddenly reached out and pulled him back to her. As her hands slipped about his neck he dipped forward and kissed her, giving a nod. He couldn't get up now even if he had actually wanted to. He had to admit there was something addicting about Evelyn.
He laid back down beside her, turning on his side as he held her close. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest, feel her breath on his skin and he smiled warmly. It was an amazing feeling and he knew with time it would only grow. He'd be damned if he'd let all this slip away for any reason.
Eric loved the way Evelyn was around him. She showed emotions to him that others would probably never see and somehow this made him feel important. He felt as if this was her way of showing him how much he really meant to her. He kissed her softly for a long moment and pulled away only slightly as his eyes fell upon hers. His smile returned.* I hope you know how much you mean to me, Evelyn. *He said quietly, shifting a bit so his head rested on her chest. He grabbed one of her hands and watched it sleepily as he played with it.
Then he brought it to his lips and kissed it before releasing it again. His eyes blinked closed and he knew if he lingered much longer he would fall asleep right here. But in all honesty that was what he wanted. He sighed though his eyes remained closed.* We can always have dinner at Marks another time. Right now I just want to stay with you. *He whispered.*
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