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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jul 28, 2004 17:05:22 GMT -5
* The moment finally arrived when the Pearl docked in Port Royal. She got off and started to stroll down the town's street. The Officers were already out cheking for any unwanted visitors or in other words pirates. She remembered what Tobbs had said and tried to avoid them as much as possible. She turned the corner and headed into a shop. It looked a bit familiar, but then again every shop in Port Royal basically sell the same stuff. But the more she looked around the more she came to recognize that she had stolen from this store the last time they had visited Port Royal, before the whole Gods fiasco. She turned to leave to be stopped by the shopkeeper. ' Have you come to steal another one of my prise jewels..' *
" No!"
* She snapped with venom.*
" And by the way, I wouldn't call any 'f these poor worthless stones, prise.. Now 'f ye'll kindly get ou' 'f me way.."
*Maria said pushing him aside and stepping out of the stoor. She sighed and cocked her head to the side glancing down the street. Her auburn eyes caught sight of a swing sign hanging from the roof. It read in scratchy letter. " The Royal's tavern" She looked around her and shrugged. When she pushed the door to open she uncomfortably found many officers, but from the slurrish words they spoke and their unusual actions she figured they were too drunk to notice a pirate in their midst. She went up to the counter and slammed a single shilling in front of the bartender. He looked at her oddly thinking she was too young.*
" Don't get any idea's I only want tea.."
* She turned around and leaned her elbows against the table her back facing the counter. ' 'ello miss, fancy a drink?' He too obviously had a little more than recommended to drink.*
" Are Ye bloddy blind! Did ye just not see me buy a drink?"
* She snapped and smirked as the man rolled his eyes and turned around. She turned around and grabbed the cup of tea.*
" Are you a pirate?"
* Chris asked seeing the rose scar in her hand and the forceful way she approahed other men.*
" Who's asking?"
" Me.."
*She looked young. Too young to be looting already.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 28, 2004 17:18:34 GMT -5
Evelyn lifted her brows as he so willingly gave her a pistol. Taking the pistol from him gruffly she barely paid note to his smooth words, they were clearly a waste on her. Evelyn had grown immune to the sweet words of a man really, all she cared for now was their actions. "I don' like the engraving mate, I'll tell ye that." Evelyn said bluntly as she pulled back the hammer and pointed it outward. Suddenly the unconscious man awoke and peered about but, spying her pistol pointing his way he yelped and leapt out of the way shivering. Eve smirked slighlty and put the pistol down.
"Quite the wrong sayin' fer me, in fact. My bark is definately FAR worse." Evelyn stated with a sly smile and lifting a brow at him. She looked him over and gave him a smirk. "Yer charmin', or at least ye TRY ta be." Eve told him rolling her eyes a bit. "I'll take the pistol though, the bullet, and the powder cartridges as well. My name...Evelyn, tha's all ye need ta know. An' I'm glad yer content with jus' looking, because ye won' be doin' much with me, I'll tell ye that." Eve stated. He was handsome, charming, quite easy on the eyes in fact, but her heart was hardened and she wouldn't melt for this, Mark. It took a lot more than sweet words to get to her.
"I hope yer friend's alright," Evelyn said over her shoulder as she took up the things he gathered for her. She brushed away a couple of curls and then headed out of the store calmly, at least she hadn't lost her touch with men...that was a BIT reassuring, but it mattered naught to her. What she needed now was a good rum.
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Jul 28, 2004 17:26:19 GMT -5
As the ship docked, Hawk lingered on board. Rose, halfway down, raised an eyebrow at her brother. One look at Hawk, though, and she understood. Hawk had never had a real home...he'd gone from ship to ship, never staying for more than two years with a crew and never feeling entirely at home anywhere. The Pearl was different...now that he'd found his first real home, he didn't want to leave.
"If y'want t'stay..." Rose offered, trailing off.
"I do," Hawk said quickly, looking happy that she understood. "Y'go enjoy yerself, sis," he told her with a small grin; she knew he'd be happier here, and he knew she knew. Rose nodded at him, saluting brightly before hopping off the Pearl and onto the streets of Port Royale.
Hawk leaned over the railing, eyes surveying the sea rather than the town. The sea was his true home...he hated leaving the Pearl, electing to stay behind and defend it most of the time. Plus, he didn't like the looks he got from strangers...the flirtatious ones from women, the suspicious ones from men. He much preferred to stay here...he'd come to love the Pearl with a passion almost as deep as Jack's.
Rose seemed to float through the streets of Port Royale; her detached way of walking was acquired from sailing. Rather than her father's drunken walk, she just seemed to appear out of place. She got odd looks, whispers, glares...but she ignored them all, giving everyone a cheerful grin, which promptly silenced them.
In truth, Rose had long given up trying to conform to society, or caring what people thought about her. It took too much energy...besides, being a pirate, a bastard - and a Sparrow, no less - she'd already given up on ever coming close to conforming.
Rose saw Evelyn go into a gunsmith's shop. The girl frowned thoughtfully, fingering the barrel of her only pistol; she'd had it four years now, maybe it was time for a new one. She waited nearby, wondering if it would be entirely wise to go in while Evelyn was there...to give the gunsmith more work...
After a while, Evelyn exited the shop. Rose gave her crewmate a grin and a salute, then headed into the shop herself, taking a while to stop and look around at the wares before approaching the gunsmith. The work here seemed to be good...she'd enjoy picking out a pistol...
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Post by Mark Andrews on Jul 28, 2004 17:44:13 GMT -5
Mark raised a brow as Evelyn walked out of the shop. He hadn't met to many gals with an attitude of that nature. He was a little disappointed that his charm had little effect on her. He went over to Sam and helped him up. He decided the poor sap had been through enough for one day and allowed him to go home. He peered out of the door and saw another young woman coming. He hurried up and stood up tall and strong. He thought he'd try to make a better first impression this time.
"G' Day my lady. What can I do for you? If you are lookin for a new pistol I got the best selection on this rock, all hand crafted and unique. I think we can find you one that you will like. Feel free to take a look at them."
Mark said with a smile. He walked over to the shelf and signaled for the young lady to follow.
"Do you have 'nythin you are really interested in? Or perhaps we could pick one out accordin to yer name?"
He stared at her face for a moment and then turned to the shelf and looked through the pistols until he found one that he fancied she would like, or at least that would charm her.
"how 'bout this one me lady, has a beautiful rose carved into the barrel, and another on the grip. A pretty rose for a pretty lady eh?"
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jul 28, 2004 17:48:48 GMT -5
(OOC - Woot, the new RPG is finally underway! I'm really excited about this one. So to everyone, old and new, have fun and try not to get killed! Oh, and if anyone is interested, I could use a few more evil crew mates... The pay sucks, but I offer great dental! On with the show!) ::Isla del Nuevo Principo, or the Island of New Beginnings, was a small, jungle island set just off the coast of Tortuga in the middle of the Caribbean sea. It had been founded nearly a century before by the Spaniards as a colony for fugitive slaves and convicts seeking freedom, and a chance at a new life. Over the years, the quaint villages that dotted the shores had been converted to bustling port towns, giving the island a reputation for not only its exotic imports and exports, but also for its notorious pirate harbours....::
::The body of a young man came crashing through a pile of crates, landing in a rather unflattering position on the boards of the pier. He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily and fighting the urge to cry out for help. Looking around, he realized the attempt would be in vain regardless, as the pier seemed completely abandoned. Except for his attacker::
::He whimpered as rough fingers closed around the fabric of the front of his shirt, and he felt himself being dragged to his feet. He was held in place by surprisingly steady hands as a somewhat foul breath assaulted his nostrils::"I'll ask ye this one m're time. What were ye doin' on me ship?" ::the calm, but dangerous voice pressed again. The young man was too terrified to answer, and his silence bought him another painful punch to his stomach::"Dammit....!" ::he wheezed, slipping from his attacker's grasp and collapsing into a agonized heap at his feet::
::Barbossa smirked as he cracked his knuckles, taking a step back from his sobbing victim. A boy his age normally wouldn't have lasted ten seconds against a pirate of the great Captain Morgan Barbossa's power and ferocity. But then again, Barbossa hadn't really been trying to kill him. He much prefered toying with his victims first::
"What? Yer not gonna beg fer mercy? No cries fer 'elp?" ::Barbossa sneered down at the defenseless boy, and kicked his arm out from under him, sending him sprawling to the ground:: "Yer no fun."
:: Drawing his pistol, he aimed directly at the boy's hung head. He had hoped to at least get some information out of the boy - gossip, blackmail, or any of the other facts pirates tended to find useful - but if he was r
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jul 28, 2004 18:04:36 GMT -5
* Maria raised a brow, took a sip from the cup and raised it toward the tavern's company*
" Do ye usually get this many customers?"
* Wonderful, a change of subject, he thought. Obviously she was pirate, but he didn't want to get invovled in anything so he figured the change of subject was necessary.*
" Yes, we're the busiest pub in Port Royal these days... The cheapest as well.. How long do you plan to stay in Port Royal.."
" As long as Jack intends to.."
* She said witha slip of the tounge. She noticed it just after she had spoke and drank the tea up quickly before turning back to the man and shoving the cup into his hand*
" Tell any officer Sparra an' 'is crew is 'ere and ye'll be 'earing th' last of it. Got it!"
* Over then span of years she had grown more aware that people couldn't be trusted. Especially Bartenders, who knows what things they tell their customers..*
" I understand miss..."
* He grabbed a wet rag and srted to clean the cup.*
" Not a word.."
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Jul 28, 2004 18:11:15 GMT -5
Rose raised an eyebrow; it took her a while to process what was happening. The young man was...was it possible?...flirting with her. Being charming. She recognized it too clearly as one of Hawk's own tactics; it amused her immensely that someone was trying it on her...her, Katarina's bastard child who would never be beautiful or converntional.
She followed him to the shelf; he showed her the pistol and she couldn't help but let out a cry of delight. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she gasped, picking it up and aiming it with skill at a few nearby objects. She didn't fire it, though; after a while, she paused, gave the young man a bright Sparrow grin, and began to talk, in the easy accent that made people listen.
"A few things wrong, though," she began, fixing him with amused grey eyes. "Firstly, 'm not a lady. Never was, never will be. 'm just Rose." She pointed to her tattoo, grinning. "'Splains it a bit better, doesn' 't? An' secondly...if y'want t'sell th' gun to a pretty lady, ye're definitely lookin' at th' wrong buyer. There c'n only be two reasons f'r you callin' me pretty...yer blind, or yer lyin'. And pirates don' like liars, mate."
The whole time she spoke, her eyes had never left the young man's; they were sparkling with Sparrow charm, the kind Rose used in everything she did. The truth was, she had never liked flatterers; the young man was handsome enough, but she had to know if he was able to be honest before she could make a purchase from him. Her insistance of honesty from shopkeepers - rather odd for a pirate - had gotten her into many a fight, lost her many a purchase, and caused much trouble in the past...still, Rose didn't care. She found the strategy usually worked...most young men were scared or at least thrown off-guard by her accent and plain speech.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jul 28, 2004 18:30:27 GMT -5
"Oh that's comforting."
*She called over his shoulder as he began to make his way off the ship. Tobbs shook her head once more and headed for the town. She began to ponder what she should do first, and of course, her sense of being apart of a crew came over her and she headed for the shops to get some supplies.*
*As she made her way in and out of stores, she made sure to tell the men that were to bring the supplies to the ship where it was exactly. Handing each of them a few shillings each, she checked off all the items on the list and closed the book up.*
"That's all done then."
*She glanced up as she caught something that felt like eyes upon her. Raising a brow, she let it slide and, with some measure of alertness, went on her way down the streets, occasionally glancing through the shops. She laughed lightly to herself when she saw a hat shop and told herself she'd have to get the biggest, poofiest one to tease Jack. But her eyes went to a familiar looking dress in a display at a garment shop.*
*She tilted her head sideways and approached it slowly, eyeing the way it looked, so recognizable, yet so forgotten. She held her hand up to the glass and ran her fingers along the window as if tracing the dress through it. As if not wanting to, she slowly closed ehr eyes, and a face flashed through her mind, a woman's face, whom she had tried to forget so many times.*
"Remember it, don't you?"
*In an instant Tobbs felt her hand grabbed and she was pulled into an alleyway. A cold hand was placed over her mouth and she struggled to break free. A young man stepped out of the shadows and addressed her.*
"I don't wish to harm you, please, I just need to ask-"
*Tobbs growled and bit the hand that kept her silent, using the opportunity to draw her two swords and placing one at the young man's throat, and the other at his assistant. The man raised his hands, but the one he was with just glared.*
"Please, I don't want any trouble."
"Ya shoulda considered a kinder approach then before you covered me mouth and dragged me in this alley."
"Listen, I know who you are, and-"
"Is that a threat?"
"Will you just let me finish Victoria?"
"It's Miss Brighton to you mate."
*She furrowed her brows when he called her by her first name and pressed the blade against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably and she nodded for him to go on.*
Um, well, if we could talk somewhere...like a pub or something...that'd be great, Miss Brighton.
"Alrigh', fine, ya got five minutes, and if its not worth something to me, I'm leaving, savvy?"
*With a nod, he began to lead the way. Tobbs sheathed her swords and followed curiously. He didnt seem dangerous, just inquisitive she guessed. She followed along behind him, sending a cold glare at the man whom covered her mouth as he wrapped his hand to stop the bleeding.*
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jul 28, 2004 18:44:32 GMT -5
*Eric removed his hand from Elinors back and reached down, scooping up her slender hand in his. He smiled down at her and she returned the smile, blushing a bit. She moved a little closer to him when suddenly someone bumped into him hard, causing Eric to tip over into her.* Sorry, Elinor. *Eric appologized, seeing that he had nearly tipped her over. As he looked back to the man he glared and then tipped his head a bit. Something about him seemed familiar, too familiar to be mere coincidence. Even the heavy Spanish accent sounded familiar.* Do you know that man?[/color] *Elinor asked curiously, noticing the odd look upon Erics face. Eric looked back to her and he simply shrugged.* Not sure. *He stated, regrabbing her hand and continuing on. At the moment he had too many things flooding through his mind to worry about it. In fact, he had so much on his mind he hadn't even noticed the Pearl in the docks. The two walked in thoughtful silence down the street, gazing at the scenery about them without really seeing it, and hearing the busy noises of the Port Royal life without really hearing it. There was one thing weighing on them both...what would happen at the end of their walk. Finally they turned the corner where Erics small home sat. It was a small wooden house attached to a jewler on one side and a trinket store on the other. There was a door in the center with one small window to the right, its deep green shutters closed. Eric opened the door and stepped aside.* Ladies first. *He winked. Elinor laughed and curtsied to him as she slipped inside and he followed her. There were only two small rooms. The larger of the two held a small table and two chairs, hearth, along with a beaten up sofa, chair, and coffee table topped with a carosine lamp and the beginnings of a sword hilt. The smaller room contained a small bed with curved wooden headboard and a worn nightstand and candles. It wasn't lavish by any means but Eric was proud of it by the mere fact that it was his. Elinor took a seat upon the sofa as Eric made them each a cup of tea. He sat down beside her but neither sipped the steamy beverage. Instead they placed their cups upon the coffee table and turned to one another.* I believe I already know what it was my father talked to you about. He can be rather straight forwards sometimes. I hope he didn't make you feel uncomfortable.[/color] *Elinor said softly, placing her hand upon Erics leg. He glanced down at it and then back into her hazel eyes and he smiled a little.* Ah, I've handled worse. *He grunted. She scooted closer to him and placed his arm about her shoulders as she leaned into him, resting her head upon his chest.* I have something to tell you, Eric.[/color] *She whispered. Eric swallowed nervously.* Do you? *He asked, fidgeting a bit beneath her. She sat back up and looked at him. Her poise was far more relaxed than his and she laughed at this.* Yes, I do. I have cared about you for sometime now, Eric. When I look at you...I see a face that I want to see everyday of my life.[/color] *She said, drawing her face closer to his. Their lips met for a brief moment and then she pulled back a little.* What is it that you see in my face?[/color] *She asked softly, looking at him with longing eyes. He knew it was time, time to ask her to be with him. He knew she would comfort him, he knew she would help him forget haunting memories that he harbored and was unable to forget himself. He looked at her and took a deep breath.* I see a lot when I look at you Elinor. *He began, fumbling to find just the right words.*
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Post by Will Turner on Jul 28, 2004 18:55:55 GMT -5
*Will turned from the window to see Elizabeth getting dressed and he sat down on a chair, kicking his feet up on an ottomon as his eyes continued to gaze out at the docks. As he glanced back over at his wife he grinned at the teasing smile on her face and he simply rolled his eyes.* You might not think you take long but look at it from my point of view. *He winked, as she took his hands in hers. He watched with warm eyes as she headed into the hallway and he rose slowly, his smile growing. He trotted down the stairs after her and gently grabbed her hand, flashing her a charming smile.* Well, it looks like I can always count on you to wait, too. *He stated with a laugh. He opened the door and allowed her to be the first to slip through it as he closed it behind them. It was still early yet but a warm day none the less. He took a deep breath of the salty, humid air. However his feelings about this day were slightly different than normal. He furrowed a brow as he pondered this and he glanced around. Not seeing anything immediatly out of the ordinary he shrugged the thoughts away and continued down the street in the direction of the gunsmith. As they made their way his eyes wandered out to the docks and then grew wide as his attention shot back to Elizabeth.* Elizabeth, maybe I'm going crazy but I think that's the Pearl in the docks. *He stated, nodding his head in the general direction. Then he smiled brightly, glancing about to see if he could spot any of the crew. Considering the considerable amount of differences in garb from the people in Port Royal to those in Jacks crew, spotting some of them didn't seem like that difficult of a task.* If they're here, there's probably a few obvious places they'd be. *He laughed, looking back at Elizabeth and figuring he'd finish his buisness at the gunsmith. He supposed the odds of running into a familiar face or two there were quite good. As he went inside he nodded his head to Mark, a man he knew at least well enough to greet by name.* Good morning, Mark. *He said, his eyes drifting the the young woman at the counter. Then his eyes danced with excitment and he placed his hand upon her shoulder.* Well if it isn't Rose! I knew I saw the Pearl back in the docks! What brings you all to Port Royal? *He asked, looking at Elizabeth and giving her a look of 'See, I'm not crazy!'*
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 28, 2004 19:09:56 GMT -5
Evelyn made her way around the Port with glancing about curiously. She sought a cool place to sit and a nice ale and she only hoped this dingy looking pub could provide either one. As she stepped inside she spied quite a few people in it. It was almost completely crowded really, wenches decorated the dark pub, and men everywhere were enjoying their company quite well. She figured by the company in the pub that this wasn't a pub frequented by the Naval soldiers and for this reason she stayed.
Evelyn set down her things gingerly beside her on the bar's edge and took up a stool, sitting in it with her feet in the second rung. " A rum." Evelyn said sternly. The bartender looked at her curiously, seemingly wonderin what a woman was doing dressed like that, AND why she was ordering a rum. "A bit strong of a drink fer ye, isn' it lass?" Came a sly voice from behind. Eve paid it no mind and took a long draft of her rum. She tended to avoid nasty calls like this.
"Maybe she didn' hear ye Frank." Came another voice. Evelyn shook her head and stood, making to leave. She didn't need this, not now. The larger of the two stepped in her way. The man was decorated in bangles and things and he towered over Evelyn like a sentinel. "I SAID a bit strong of a drink fer ye, isn' it?" He told her, his voice was deep and booming. A few men and women turned to look at her. "Would ye bloody move, yer in my way." Evelyn said with a deep sigh and rolling her eyes as she made to pass him. He moved in her way once again. "Hahaha!" The man known as Frank laughed at her.
The man next to him stepped closer to Evelyn and looked her over curiously. "What are ye doin' wearin' THAT? Shouldn' ye be in one o' them fine corsets?" The man hissed at her as he gazed at her. Evelyn thought quickly, her pistol wasn' loaded as she had JUST purchased it and hadn't loaded it yet. "Get out o' my bloody way!" She growled and then without hesitating punched the man squarely across the face. The man's face swung to the side and he spat out blood.
Just then Eve jumped back and pulled out her sword. She kicked the stool at Frank and glared at him disgusted. Frank turned back to her. "Why, ye little scurvy wench!" He called taking out his sword as well. "Carl! Let's show this young lass what a REAL punch across the face is like." He said as he lifted a brow at her evilly. Right away Evelyn looked around the pub. It was full of hungry looking men, all eyeing her curiously and she knew she was in trouble in here. Were there only the two she would be fine, but who knows if one of these blokes would join in.
Thinking quickly Eve lifted a brow and lashed out with her sword, striking the smaller of the two across the cheek. Then she grabbed her bag of powder and threw it at Frank's face, blinding him and she quickly grabbed her mug of rum and ran out of the pub. Her honeyed eyes searched around and she headed towards somewhere to find solace.
Her eyes looked about the stores, all with LARGE windows, it'd be too easy to spot her. She still carried her rum and chugged it down quickly, Evelyn was NEVER one to waste rum. Then, spying a quaint, very enclosed home she made for it. The house displayed green shutter, and was in between shops. She heard shouts behind her and her heart raced. Making for the home she made to open the door. It was locked. She cursed loudly. "BLOODY 'ELL! It's a bloody nice neighborhood, why would ye lock the flippin' door?" Evelyn growled. The men were nearing her and suddenly Eve kicked the door it.
The door swung open and she shut it quickly, placing her back to the door. She closed her eyes and fought to catch her breath. Her face was kissed with sweat and more of her curls had escaped the black bandana around her head. Her bangles and things stopped jingling and as she opened her eyes, all she saw was the coffee table ahead. With the rum in hand she drained the last of it, tossed it away with a clang and then rushed ahead. Her heart pounded fiercely and she blocked all else out. Without another word Eve grabbed the coffee table, smacking the drinks on it away fiercely, muttering angrily the entire time.
"Bloody 'ell...can' stay on land fer five bloody minutes..." She muttered as she picked up the table violently and placed it up against the door, trying to barricade the door. "GAH! An' I bloody threw the powder in the man's face!" Evelyn growled as she fumbled with the now useless pistol.
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Post by Rose Glassman/Hawk Aureye on Jul 28, 2004 19:38:51 GMT -5
Rose was broken away from her banter with the young man - Mark, was it? - when she heard a familiar voice and felt a hand on her shoulder. "Will!" she cried in delight, throwing her arms around her father's best friend, whom she hadn't seen for a year. "God, 's good t'see ya!" she said happily, beaming at Will; she turned to Elizabeth and smiled brightly, saluting. "Mornin', Miss Turner," she said, then grinned at Will again. "Dad's lookin' for ya," she told him cheerfully. "'E'll be mad when 'e sees y'found me first..."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jul 28, 2004 19:40:59 GMT -5
*Elinor smiled bashfully at Erics words and he gently moved a light brown curl behind her ear, his eyes searching her face for a long moment before he chose to speak again. He heard a soft rattling at his door and he furrowed a brow, glancing at it for a moment. But Elinor placed her hand upon his jaw and turned his face back to hers.* You were saying?[/color] *She said gently urging him on. He smiled and laughed a little and he opened his mouth to speak but no words would come out. The walls he had built around himself in the past year were seemingly refusing to come down and his lost will to love again was proving difficult to be found. He took a deep breath and was about to attempt to speak again when suddenly the front door burst open and a woman burst through the door and slammed it shut behind her. Eric instictivly grabbed Elinor and his brow furrowed. Suddenly his jaw dropped as he recognized the face of the woman who had intruded into his home. He blinked stupidly for a moment and then watched curiously as she flung the cups off the table and barackaded the door with his coffee table. He slowly glanced over at Elinor who looked completley horrifyed.* E-Evelyn? *He asked, his voice stuttering as he rose slowly from the couch. Elinor reached up quickly and clung hold of his arm.* Eric, stay back![/color] *Eric shook her from his arm and inched his way towards Evelyn, almost as if she were a mirage and if he moved to fast she would dissapear. Elinor shook her head confused and gasped as she sank back into the couch nervously. Eric hadn't been able to help but wonder over the past year what he would do if he had the chance to see Evelyn again. He figured he never would and yet, now that he saw her his mind was blank and emotionless.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jul 28, 2004 19:48:53 GMT -5
Evelyn huffed as she stared at the door, taking out her sword. "Get the bloody 'ell out the house if ye want ta live!" Evelyn yelled over her shoulder not looking back. She took a glance to the side and didn't notice when someone called her name. Instead she ran to the couch. "YOU! Get the bloody 'ell off the couch!" Eve barked and she watched as the woman blinked and quickly scrambled away. Eve grabbed the sofa and pulled at it, dragging it towards the door witha bit of difficulty.
Suddenly Eve looked up as someone was simply standing there frozen. "Would ye move!?" Evelyn cried as she looked up. Suddenly she widened her eyes. "What in the devil?!" Evelyn's honeyed eyes widened and she blinked. Her jaw dropped. "Eric?!" she asked looking him over. She backed away slowly from him and then tripped and fell over the couch.
What was he doing...er rather...HOW in ALL of the houses of Port Royale did she pick THIS one? She groaned at herself. "What the bloody 'ell are ye doin' here?" she asked furrowing her brows and standin' quickly. She turned to Elinor and eyed her. "An' who is she?" She asked a bit curiously. Just then there was a bang at the door and Eve widened her eyes. "Eric mate, get outta here. Take tha' damned girl with ye, savvy?" Evelyn shook thoughts of him out of her head and she quickly grabbed her sword.
It was all too surreal. Was it truly him? She shook her head. Right now, all that she cared for was that he got out! She'd face them alone. It's better that way, she was used to things being that way by now.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jul 28, 2004 20:14:44 GMT -5
*Eric raised a brow as Evelyn informed him and Elinor to get out. He watched as she then proceeded to demand that Elinor move. Elinor gasped and jumped as Evelyn barked at her but she jumped up none the less and ran over to Eric, standing behind him and grabbing his arm.* Eric, come on. Let's get out of here.[/color] *She pleaded, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. He pulled his arm from her and shook his head, glancing back at her with a look that told her to be silent. She looked at him puzzled and frowned as his gaze went back to Evelyn. He looked at her oddly as she stumbled over the couch and then he crossed his arms and glarred at her slightly.* What do you mean, what am I doing here? This is my house. I think I should be asking you the same question. *He snapped.* And she doesn't concern you so don't worry about it. *He quickly added, motioning his head towards Elinor. The young lass backed away nervously so that she was up against the table at the far end of the room.* Eric, do you know this woman?[/color] *She asked, looking Evelyn over with a furrowed brow and wrinkled nose. It was obvious she was disgusted with the womans appearence and rather unsettled by her presence.* I think you need to watch your tongue Miss. Surely your kind has at least a few manners.[/color] *Elinor smirked. As there was a bang on the door, Erics eyes darted towards it and he groaned.*[/i] Damnit, Evelyn. What in bloody 'ell have you gone and done now. And then you had to bing it to my house no less! *He stated, rolling his eyes, ignoring her comment asking him to leave. He wasn't going to leave, this was his house.* I'm not going anywhere. This is my house. *He stated firmly, going over to the opposite end of the couch to help her with it. He wasn't sure who was on the other side of that door but he did know he didn't want them in his house or near Elinor. Evelyn he figured could hold her ground but Elinor was the type to faint at the first signs of danger. But before the two could get the couch to the door it burst open, sending the coffee table toppling across the floor. Two large men appeared in the doorway, their pistols drawn and their eyes boiling with anger.* There be the wench. Get 'er.[/color] *The smaller of the two growled. The larger grinned maliciously and stalked towards Evelyn while the other bolted towards Elinor. Elinor screamed and turned to run but the smaller grabbed her tightly and she trembled with fear as her misty eyes turned to Eric. Eric held his hands up to the man who grabbed Elinor.* Let her go, she isn't apart of this. *He said slowly, as if he were talking to a child that he was trying to make understand something. The man he was speaking to looked about as smart as a small child.*
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