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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 21, 2006 1:12:39 GMT -5
*Eric simply grinned as she mentioned how well off the child would be having her own features. He said nothing as he figured it was probably true. He always thought Evelyn was a beautiful woman, even though she seemed to have trouble seeing that in herself. Running his hands sleepily over his face and through his hair he stepped into the room, yawning and stretching as she closed the door behind them.
He watched with great amusement as she staggered over to the bed, fell face first into it, and started saying something about the drinking match which he could barely understand. He strolled over to the bed, looking down at her and he smirked at her comments.* I've never seen you in one, it could be interesting. That, or it would be a horrible disaster. *He grinned, a playful and boyish look in his brown eyes, purposfully avoiding her question as to whether or not she had won. It could be pretty amusing to play with her head a little bit, make her think she lost. But then again she'd probably get so pissed off she'd lash out at him and so he quickly decided against it.* Yes, you won. *He finally said.
Climbing over her to get to his side of the bed he took her arm and leg that were sprawled out on his side and pushed them back towards her own and flopped down, pulling the covers to his hips and rolling over on his side to face her. He gazed sleepily at her a moment and then, with a lazy smile he kissed her forehead, sank into his pillow, and closed his eyes.* Goodnight, Evelyn. *He said with a weary sigh, not looking forward to being around her with a hangover in the morning. At least she had won, that would make the day a bit more bareable...well as long as you weren't Saber that is.*
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
Posts: 36
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 21, 2006 3:35:09 GMT -5
(ooc - time to start a new thread maybe? Just a suggestion...)
Aaron sighed and looked out on the street before him. He couldn't go on like this. Some how... some way... he had to forget. It was impossible for things to be as they had been. That life was done, over, finished, gone... forever. Aaron stood upright and squared his shoulders. He shook his hair back, and adopted a grim expression. There were a couple of ways that he knew of to help him forget. Killing, Rum, and Women were his favorite. He had already killed a man that night, and instead of making him forget it had brought on a huge flood of memories. Well... there were always the other two ways...
Striding through the streets of Tortuga, Aaron headed for the seediest part of town. He knew it like the back of his hand, and weaving in and out of drunks and "ladies" he headed right to a run down joint where he knew a good time was cheep. Stepping into the pub he walked right into a fist fight. Grabbing the two men by their shoulders he bashed their heads together and watched with satisfaction as they fell to the floor. He now also had the attention of almost the entier tavern. Stepping over the men he took a seat at the bar and leaned his elbows on the rough wood. "Rum... if you please." He mumbled to the bartender. The man did not hesitate. Looking around a little Aaron groaned and almost wished that he hadn't sent Laura away. There wasn't a decent looking girl in the place!
Conversation, fighting, kissing, and whatnot had started up again after a few moments of stunned silance, and Aaron drank his rum in reletive peace. Suddenly a few of the conversations stopped around him and he glanced up at the comparitve quiet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man accedently spill his rum down the bodice of the lady he was drinking with as he stared towards the door. Aaron sputtered in his mug, and choaked a little. Setting down his mug and pounding his fist to his chest, he coughed and turned to see what was causing all of the trouble. "Good god... now thats the type of trouble that I like..." He muttered to himself as he leaned back against the bar and inspected the specimine at the door.
She was small and her skin was beautifuly tanned. Her brown hair fell gracefuly over her bare shoulders. For some reason her shirt and skirt were somewhat damp, and clung to her curves nicely. Aaron couldnt help glancing... staring really, at her tightly laced corset. It looked so uncomfortable. "What I would give to help her loosen it..." he muttered and took a quick gulp of his rum. His eyes, and just about every other man there eyes followed her as she swished her way over to the bar and took a seat. As soon as she had ordered a drink though things went back to normal. Aaron was shocked. He figured he would have to beat the other men to her, but they all turned back to their drinks, and less then satisfactory women. Swallowing the rest of his rum, he droped a coin on the bar and stood up.
"Leaving us so soon sir?" The bartender asked as he pocketed the coin.
"Actually..." Aaron smiled and leaned over the bar. "Can I get a room?"
The bartender scowled. "You had better not have any plans with the little miss there." he said jerking his head in the young girl's direction, while cleaning out Aaron's mug with a rag.
"And why not? Some realtion of yours perhaps?" Aaron said standing up to his full height.
"No... but she's one of Javert's women. And if you've ever heard of Javert you know to steer clear of anything belonging to him."
Aaron smirked. He had killed the man over three hours ago. News really didn't travel fast in Tortuga. "I think I'll take my chances." he said and headed over to the young woman. Taking the seat next to her he touched her on her bare shoulder. She turned from her drink to face him and smiled. Well that was encouraging. Aaron knew he didn't have time to break a heart, this was simply something to satisfy his lust. He compleatly lost his charm for a moment and plowed ahead. Almost in one breath he told her how beautiful he thought she was and that he had a room upstairs. She delicately rested her elbow on the bar and held out her hand. The look on her face clearly said "You're cute... but not that cute." Aaron shook his head and pulled out a handful of coins. He dropped them into her extended palm one by one. She slipped them into a small pouch at her side and smiled. The "deal", if you could call it that, was sealed.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 24, 2006 1:51:03 GMT -5
(ooc – okay, okay… I swear… last meaningless pointless post of Saber remembering her past. Just had to do this for those of us who refuse to read a certain odd story, *pokes people* and to mention certain other people who have been really sweet in mentioning me *huggles BBB*. Also I’m putting something in about Javert to appease him… total inside joke… you don’t get it… don’t ask :-P)
Saber stood at the stern rail looking down into the wake the ship left behind. She pulled her sea cloak tighter around herself and shivered. Sleep would come that night… but later, and not in the cabin. Staring off into where they had been, Saber’s mind wandered backwards. Three men… she corrected her thoughts… there were three men who could expose her. The only three men who had a piece of her story and of her. But only two held her heart. They had been different… all of them men who had wanted her, used her, she thought; but they had been different in their approach.
“Barbossa…” the name slipped from her lips and floated on the wind. He had played with her girlish childish fancies, making true the dreams of a lost and forlorn little girl. Saber didn’t know what would have happened had she stayed aboard the Pearl when he was Captain. She had thought that he would have killed her, and the child she bore if he had found out. Something always nagged at the back of her mind though… telling her that everything would have alright.
Next had been Aaron… Saber’s heart beat more rapidly beneath her shirt. Putting a hand to her mouth she stopped the tears and sighs of anguish. She had loved him, and he had loved her. But then a betrayal became apparent, and once again Saber left the man in the dead of night. Her conscious… or what was left of it… tormented her for this. Had he been right? Had he been telling the truth? Or was he trying to cover up for a secret love?
Clutching her cloak about her, and bowing her head in shame, Saber strove to think about something besides the third man… Javert. He had been obsessed with her, tracking her down, showing up to blackmail and humiliate. The last time he appeared, he had taken her, disgraced her, and then threw her away. Saber hated him with what was left of a bleeding heart. She prayed she would never see his face again.
With a sigh of despair Saber turned and made her way down the stairs to the quarter deck. Morning would be coming soon… at least she hoped it would. Slipping below deck, she made her way to the crew’s cabins. She stopped at hers and put a hand on the door. No… she would not enter it. Kat was lying in her bunk anyway, and the room stank of blood and rum. Sitting down in front of the door she leaned her back against the wood. With a moan she laid her head back and shut her eyes. Hopefully the wretched night would soon be over.
(Aaron is back to normal, Saber is going back to normal, and Kat’s life is about to become abnormal… my work here is finished *g* Oh and someone else post before I go crazy!)
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 24, 2006 16:04:01 GMT -5
(OOC -- sure thing, Saber m'dear! I'm back from my busy weekend *pokes the silly train* so I should be able to post normally again...assuming I don't die from Nyquil overdose *sneezes*) ~Seurill~ ::Captain Seurill -- or at least what was left of him sitting alone in that dark, damp cell -- put a hand to his mouth as another fit of coughs racked his body. It was the second time since the woman had left earlier that day, and now that night had fallen he was getting colder and his coughs more deep. He sighed, and leaned his head back against the planks. Hopefully someone would return for him before he rotted to death in the brig....::
::He lifted his gaze to the small porthole set in the top of the wall and stared out at the large, pale moon, set like a giant opal against the twilight sky. Somehow, it reminded him of home.... Standing on the balcony of his father's large villa, gazing out over the great ocean and wishing to one day master her waves....::
::His vision was shattered as yet another wave of coughing overtook him. He doubled over, steadying himself with one hand against the hay-covered floor, and pulled the other away from his mouth::
::All of his fingers were stained with crimson blood::~Bossa~ ::Barbossa continued to watch Christiana from his spot in the corner of the pub. He wasn't sure whether or not she'd seen him come in, but if she had she wasn't showing it to her companions. She certainly knew how to handle herself in these types of situations...but Barbossa preferred not to think about how she must have learned such skills::
::He grabbed a nearly-full mug of rum from the table beside him (its previous owner having already conveniently passed out from the other seven drinks), and took an idle sip. His eyes never left Chris, and his right hand stayed glued to the pistol at his side. If she needed his help, he wouldn't fail her....::
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 30, 2006 22:18:59 GMT -5
( >_< pooooooooost!!!! *pelts you all with rotten fish*)
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Nakia/Jinx
Apprentice/Of the Crew
Port Royale Citizen
Lovely ladies goin' for a song... got alot of callers, but they never stay for long...
Posts: 43
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Post by Nakia/Jinx on Jan 30, 2006 23:22:29 GMT -5
(*is pelted with fish* eee! ok ok!... enter Nakia! mwahahaha...)
As Barbossa lifted the mug to his lips, a delicate hand covered the opening of the cup and a smooth voice floated above him. "If I were you ... I wouldn't drink that... You have no clue where its been..." The speaker stepped into full view and taking the rum from Barbossa, set it on a table, and slid into a chair nearby. She crossed her legs and sat somewhat sidways on the chair, clearly revealing the laced slit in her tight black pants. Looping her right arm over the back of the chair she looked up and called to the bartender for two rums. "Always get it fresh Captain... that way you know what yore getting."
Using her left hand she pushed her wildy dyed hair back from her face,and bare shoulders, the blues and purples rippling in the midnight locks. As her hand left her hair and slid down her neck, she paused for a moment with her finger tips touching the sliver collar on her neck. Quickly she slid her hand down to her bodice and looking at the floor began to fiddle with her corset laces. She looked up again, and her dark eyes searched the man in front of her. Just then the rums came, and she took them and handed one to Barbossa "Ah here we are... one for Captain Barbossa... and one for..." She smiled "Oh I'm sorry... My name is Nakia..." She paused and took a small pouch out from her bodice and paid the bartender. Putting the pouch away she took a sip of her rum "And I have something you might find interesting..."
(ok ok... if Nakia knowing a few things about Seurill isnt going to work... then just compleatly ignore me Barbossa... I have already thought of an exit should this not work out.)
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Christiana O'Riley
New Citizen/New Sailor
Everyone has secrets...can you guess mine?
Posts: 33
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Post by Christiana O'Riley on Jan 31, 2006 0:40:12 GMT -5
Christiana sighed,chancing another glance at Barbossa out of the corner of her eye.It was time to get out of this game...no matter which way she phrased things,all she got was useless bilge,and easily recognized as such.With a sigh,she reached a delicate hand up to her temple and rubbed it softly."Lady Luck's not with me,gents,"she said wearily-it had been how long since she slept?Over a day,surely..."I think I'll be leaving..."
This didn't go over as smoothly as she'd hoped.Though they weren't forceful,the men were in the stage of drink where they felt assured that everyone was their dear friend,and absolutely mustn't leave so soon.So another hand was dealt,and another...
Really,it was nice how Barbossa worried about her.It was new,certainly. Men usually didn't seem to...well,care that much.Maybe it was just her,though.She looked over again,her eyes shielded from her fellow gamblers by the soft golden curtain of her hair.There he was,still sitting there...Wait...who was that with him?
A scowl marred her fair features for a moment,then she regained her composure,standing up with no less than her usual grace and placing her hand on the table."It's really getting late,"she said,with a charming smile."And as I said,luck seems to have abandoned me.I fold.Enjoy your evening,gentlemen."And,ignoring all further protests,the young woman left the table,storming over to Barbossa and Nakia.
Her arms crossed sullenly across her chest,she glared down at the captain."Barbossa...fancy seeing you here.And who might this...young lady...happen to be?"She nearly spat the last words,and it seemed that every moment of not going for the other girl's throat was a serious strain on her.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 1, 2006 1:52:05 GMT -5
THREAD CLOSED!!! USE THE NEW ONE MATES!!! Or fear my wrath! Mwahahah! (yes i know i have almost no authority on this site... dispite being Master Lieutenant *coughs and points to the rank given to her by Jack below her picture* But this thing is getting too bloody long... and its practically going nowhere...)
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