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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 9, 2004 13:52:22 GMT -5
*Erics grin grew and he nodded as she repeated it would make it easier on him. He got a firmer grasp on the pillow, now watching her inently. His brows raised at her next little comment.* Thats a good point. *He laughed, eyeing her as she slowly rose from the chair to make her move. Suddenly she leapt onto the bed, crawled toward him, and smacked him with the pillow.
Well that had certainly been an unexpected turn of events, she was apparently even quicker then he had prepared for. He blinked a moment, watching a few feathers settle onto the floor that had been blown from the pillow upon impact. In an instant he was yanked down and she was calling him slow. His eyes locked onto hers and his face contorted into a playful angry smirk.* You think I'm slow hum? *He said very slowly.
For a long moment he didn't say anything.* Welllllll....that could be true. But I AM bigger then you by quite a bit and well....now I have you pinned. *He grunted, a most triumphant look in his eyes.*
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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 Nov 9, 2004 20:57:48 GMT -5
Rhys curled up into the warm body that first carried her and then sat next to her. Warmth meant life, someone who was alive. Right now it didn't matter if the person was purple with bright blue eyes. They made her feel safe and reassured her that she wasn't completely insane.
Her eyes had remained closed tightly, almost unwilling to open for fear of seeing a dead face or even a face that she did not want to see. But the soothing words, or soft touch after a short time convinced her to open her eyes a bit and look up at her rescuer. She found herself in an all too familiar room, with a familiar man sitting next to her.
Blue eyes watched him through small slits, before drifting closed. A tiny sigh escaped her lips and she drifted into a light sleep unconciously curling up closer to the man. The theif could have done much worse than landing herself in Mark's care. As much as she had been trying to avoid him after their last talk, this visit informed her that he was alive, and that she was safe. Safe from any ghosts or old acquantinces.
Dreams were not warm and fuzzy, and they kept bringing back his face, Ryley's pale and ghostly face. She was tossed in and out of her sleep violently. The dreams causing her to wake with a start and curl up inside even more. After one particiluarily bad dream of Ryley's death, she found herself laying and staring into Mark's light blue eyes.
She needed help, she wanted the dreams to stop, yet she couldn't ask. "Mark..." was all she managed before falling silent 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 Nov 9, 2004 23:22:31 GMT -5
The woman that lay at his side remained with her eyes closed tightly. He stroked her hair and took notice of her looking at him through squinty eyes. He pretended not to notice. Soon she began to fight an unkown demon. She began to stir and then....she woke. She spoke his name and fell silent.
"Rhys? It's okay luv...you're safe here....what's wrong?"
He asked with a concerned look upon his face. She was still rather pale...it puzzled him really. He skooted closer to her and embraced her in his arms. She felt cold even in the warmth of the room. He tried to think of more to say...but no words came to him.
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 10, 2004 0:07:02 GMT -5
Evelyn blinked up at Eric as he grinned. He commented on him having her pinned and she shifted her eyes to the sides a bit uneasily. "Heh...erm...I guess yer right." she said with a small chuckle and then grinning back. "What's a poor pirate lass like me ta do?" she asked rolling her eyes and giving Eric a bit of a kick with her leg. She struggled a bit but the struggle ended almost before it began. He was simply too big and too damned heavy to rebel against, she would need to find other means of getting him to let her go.
"Actually...'m not even goin' ta bother." She stated with a nod of her head and kissing the tip of his nose briskly. "Because honestly mate...this isn' such a HORRBILE position, y'know?" Her honey colored eyes passed over him and she gave a heavy sigh, looking away from him and towards the door. Even though this was Eric, she felt a bit threatened by it all and she bit her lip. "Eric mate...honestly...would ye mind gettin' off?" she asked him a bit nervously.
Her past had clouded many things, even today she wasn't able to do certain things that reminded her of her time upon the Devil's Wrath. Evelyn couldn't even be in tight, dark places...gave her too much of a reminder of the many occasions in which she was forced into a jail cell in the middle of the dark for seemingly no apparent reason. It was the reason why two years ago when her boot ended up under Eric's bed, that she wasn't able to go in and fish it out.
Her heart raced, and although she loved Eric, and trusted him, the simple flow of memories caused by this rather plain show of affection seemed too much for her even now and she fidgeted a bit. It had been so hard to tell Eric about her past, when she had done so about a year ago, it had taken a lot. He by now had seen every inch of her and knew all too well the scars that marked her, however, it seems the internal ones were the worst to bear...nightmares that might never leave her...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 10, 2004 0:19:43 GMT -5
*Eric looked at her oddly as she fidgeted uncomfortably beneath him and asked him in all honesty if he WOULD let her get up. It suddenly hit him why she was asking him this and a look of sympathy came over his face...her past. He had completley forgotten that she'd been in situations like this before with people who had far less friendly intentions then he had.* Sorry, Evy I forgot. *He said getting up swiftly and taking a few steps back.
He blushed a little and thrust his hands in his pockets to keep from rubbing the back of his neck...he knew it was a quirk of his that got on her nerves after a while. He rocked back and forth on his heels and gave her an akward smile then glanced over at the bedroom door.* Well...uh...we should go check on Emma and Rick. *He said, clearing his throat. He lingered a moment longer in his spot and then hurried over to the door, fumbled with the knob for a bit and finally opened it.
He slipped out quickly and gave a nod to both Emma and Rick who were still stationed in the living room. There wasnt much in the house to eat considering it wasn't but maybe once a year that people were ever in it anymore. But there were still cooking utensils, he figured at best he could go fetch some things.* Anyone hungry? The markets not far I can get some things.... *He said, figuring he'd be best suited to go into the market out of all of them as he looked the least like a pirate.*
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 10, 2004 0:31:14 GMT -5
Eric looked Evelyn's face over curiously and she knew he was carefully considering what she had asked of him. When it seemed it had suddenly hit him, he backed off of her in almost a rush and Evelyn sighed, shaking her head a bit. He apologized and the air was silent then. "Ah...Eric luv...i's not yer fault..." she said slowly, eyeing the floor. When he left towards the door Evelyn watched him go in silence.
She didn't have the guts to go and face everyone at the moment, not when the shock of some memories had been shoved into her mind so violently and all of a sudden. She sat upon the edge of the bed for a long moment, hearing the muffled voices coming from just outside the door and she cringed. The wave of memories, chains clanking, a cold gust, the eerie creak of the decks above her...an awful stench...
She shivered slightly then and buried her face in her hands. Her elbows leaned on her knees and she took in long, rythmnic breaths. It helped ease her nerves and rush of anxiety whenever one of these episodes occured and she had long been able to deal with it rather well. However, she remained frustrated because now she would have to shar this with someone else. It was not only her these things were affecting anymore, and for that reason only, she attempted to simply brush away these matters.
Eric had often questioned her on these things, although he by now knew most of the story. The long nights when Evelyn wasn't able to sleep, Eric had kindly stayed awake with her and she had told him much about herself in the warmth of their cabin. Their whispers barely audible by those who would pass by, and Evelyn wouldn't have it any other way. Eric knew her better than anyone ever had before, and she would keep it that way.
Giving another shudder Evelyn simply shrugged it all off. She attempted to move towards the door, but she remained glued. No...Evelyn would have to simply wait this episode out...she gave a soft growl at it all and angrily muttered for it to leave her, but it seemed there some things Evelyn couldn't argue her way out of.
With one last sigh, a shake of her head, and a small curse or two beneath her breath, Evelyn looked to the window, stood, and then stormed out of the room. She stomped her way past Emma, Rick, and Eric and headed towards the door. " 'M goin' ta the bloody docks...we need ta find ourselves a ship." Evelyn stated as she left the house with a small nod in Emma and Rick's direction. It was the land...she was blood convinced it was the land that was making Evelyn go through this nonesense and she would have none of it.
With her hand firmly upon the dagger hidden underneath her sash, she made her way through the crisp, foggy, Port and headed to spy on some of the nicer vessels docked...one would SURELY be at least FIT to carry them all away from here...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Nov 10, 2004 21:25:20 GMT -5
*Eric had been slipping on his jacket, awaiting the answers of Emma and Rick when naught but a moment later Evelyn came storming out of the room. Eric frowned a little and still felt slightly guilty about reminding her of a bit of her past, he hadn't meant to. But unfortunantly it was something he seemed to do rather often. Once, he had even done it on purpose and said something fowl he never should have.
He blinked as she stomped past them, angrily stating she was going to the docks and then she was gone. Eric cast a curious glance in the direction of the other two and both his brows raised.* I'll be following her then! *He stated, slipping his arm through his jacket sleeve. He trotted out the door and up to Evelyn, his eyes moving back and forth between her and the docks. A smug grin formed on his lips and he laughed a little.* You really DO hate the land don't you. *He said, his laugh growing louder and warmer.
He shook his head a little. He was honestly surprised she liked the sea, with all that had happened to her upon it. But then all of Erics worst moments had happened on land and yet he still preferred solid ground over the water. He glanced over his shoulder figuring it wouldnt be long before Emma and Rick caught up to them. He knew that Emma was like Evy in the sense that she seemed to feed off any kind of adventure.
Looking back at the ships bobbing silently in the docks and noting that the storm from last night had driven most people inside and evidently kept them there he figured it wouldn't be too awful hard for them to get a ship. Though what they were going to do with it afterwards he wasn't quite sure of yet. He simply figured he'd follow Evelyns lead as she was more knowledgeable in this kind of....thing.*
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 10, 2004 22:36:57 GMT -5
Evelyn walked along the cold, foggy, streets of the slumbering port and blinked as the sunlight warmly came over her. All she cared about at the moment was to get back on a ship. She needed some solace and on land she had none...well at least ALMOST none. Evelyn pulled back her hair in frustration, forcing her curls out of her eyes and then with a small growl slipped a thin piece of leather from her pocket and tied back her chocolate brown locks of hair. "GAH! I swear...one o' these days I should jus' bloody cut the whole thing off!" Evelyn barked, giving a sideglance at Eric to see his reaction.
In truth Evelyn hated her hair this long and had for some time now, pondered simply slicing some of it off. It had helped greatly back when she was on the Devils' Wrath. It was much easier to maintain then. As Eric spoke of her really not enjoying the land Evelyn looked up at him and crossed her arms. "Fer once...yer right." she said with a slight tease in her tone, but truly hated the land. The sea may have harbored some of her worst times, but it had never abandoned her, even in her darkest hours...however...SOME people have...
Her eyes passed over the ships and then looked over at the Naval soldiers that seemed to periodically make their march around the docks. "Bloody 'ell...this isn' goin' ta be easy." She muttered and hid behind Eric's shoulder slightly as they passed them. Being confined to this God forsaken excuse for an island was bad enough, allowing herself to be stuck in a small ten by ten cell and caged in would be worse yet. Evelyn had the logic for THAT at least.
She huffed and shook her head. "An' WHERE the bloody 'ell is Jack? We need ta get out of this place...hangin' 'round here jus' isn't safe if ye ask me." She muttered. "I mean...the poor public saps..." she began looking over at the regular public that were now beginning to slowly fill the streets. "I fear fer their safety with us here fer so long." She stated.
In all honesty, Evelyn WANTED to simply jump onto a ship and take it by force, and in her heart she had no doubt she could. The sailors about didn't look TOO much of a threat, and besides...she WAS Evelyn Pearl. Yet, she knew that striking without Jack's consent wouldn't be the best of ideas, so she had to force herself instead to watch the busy docks with narrowing eyes and a frustrated expression.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Nov 11, 2004 8:49:49 GMT -5
Rhys closed her eyes again as she was pulled closer to Mark. She felt safe, despite the betrayal he had commited the day before. Perhaps it really didn't matter that much to her, no matter how much it hurt her. As he began to question her about what was wrong, she shook her head. She didn't want to talk about it, in fact she didn't even want to think about it.
However, she still found some words coming out of her mouth, "He's dead. He's dead." Her hands wrapped around his shirt and she burried her face against his chest. If she hid, then it wouldn't be true. Only that was wrong. It was a reality, and it always would be. "He can't be alive," she mumbled.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Nov 11, 2004 20:45:02 GMT -5
As soon as they had reached Eric's house,Rick and Emma had wasted no time in selecting a large,comfortable chair in the living room and curling up under Rick's large coat,which had mostly dried out.Safe from the eyes of the public,Emma lay her head on his shoulder,wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling close to him."Well....'night,mate...let's 'ope t'morrow's a bit better,aye?"She smiled up at Rick,bluegreen eyes sparkling with a moderate amount of humor and a larger amount of drink.Her cheeks were tinged pink from the rum,and her long,auburn hair fell loosely across his shoulder and chest.
He drew his breath in slightly,overwhelmed by the beauty usually all but hidden by her bravado.Said bravado endeared her to him all the more,of course-she was Emma,it was part of her charm-but on the rare occasions that the bravado abandoned her,usually only for a matter of minutes,possibly hours,depending on the seriousness of the cause of her depression,there was a different kind of beauty.He pressed his lips softly to her forehead,smiling down adoringly.
"Aye...get some sleep,lass...I'll be 'ere..."
Emma was the first to wake up,at the sound of Eric's and Evy's voices.She looked around lazily,not bothering to move from her warm,comfortable spot in Rick's arms for a few moments.Then untwining her arms from around him,she stretched like a cat in the sunlight.
"Mornin',Evy...Mornin',Eric..."Then a smile graced her lips,shining from her eyes."G'mornin',love..."she ran her fingers through Rick's long,black hair,kissing his cheek.
Green eyes opened reluctantly."'Ow late did I sleep?"asked Rick,noting that it was already light outside.He pulled his boots on,stretching out slightly,then stood."Mornin',Em..."he said with a small smile.He was still enraged about last night's events,but the night's sleep had done at least enough good that he could stop thinking about it for a while.
Emma pulled on her own boots,getting to her feet."Goin' t'th' docks?Whaddya say,Rick,shall we join them?"At her partner's nod,she ruffled his hair,something she knew annoyed him,then smiled up at him and headed out of the door.
They followed Eric and Evy at a distance,talking quietly and mostly meaninglessly amongst themselves,and doing their best not to look like a gang.Rick's blade was concealed beneath his coat,but it probably didn't help much,since Emma's was as visible as ever,and her mens' clothing made her stand out already.
When they'd been on the docks a while,Emma slipped closer to their friends,in time to catch Evy's last comment.She nodded,a dark smirk on her face."Aye,aside from our 'abits,bad luck seems t'follow us some days as well...not safe t'be around..."she commented,looking at the spot where the Pearl had been not a day ago.Land was getting to her as well.Tortuga,well,she could stay there for months happily while she looked for work,but this...this was not Tortuga.Emma's roving instincts were taking over again,and she wanted out...
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Mark Andrews
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Forgiveness is between you and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Nov 11, 2004 21:11:42 GMT -5
Mark embraced Rhys. She said that someone was dead. He wondered what she meant but he didn't feel she wanted to talk about it. He just sat there trying to comfort her the best he could. Was she speaking of Avery? He knew how much she'd hate him if that was true...yet she was still here. Couldn't have been him. Whoever it was she either was close to them...or she had killed the person. He did not judge her in this...he'd killed before. He was at loss of words at the moment...which didn't matter because she didn't seem to be in the mood for a chat.
"Try to get some sleep luv. Everything will be better in the morning. Perhaps we can discuss this then."
Mark said as he lifter her head softly with his hand. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He kissed her on the cheek and slowly left the room. Sleep was probably all she needed. Sleep can do a person good. With that he went into his own room and went to sleep.
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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 Nov 11, 2004 21:25:03 GMT -5
Sam sat up in his bed. It had been several days since he was wounded. By now Mark and Jack would have had their final show down. He had missed it...not that he knew where it was of course. He thought back to Rhys. He probably should have helped her stop it...but it wasn't his fight in the first place. He believed if you weren't involved to stay out of it. He grew tired of the hospital and stood up out of his bed. There was a mild pain in his stomache. His wounds were not healed completely...but he felt he could manage. He walked out to the front waiting room of the hospital. A nurse looked at him with an odd look. Then the doctor noticed him. He sighed and then kept walking.
"And just where do you think you are going good sir?"
"To get some fresh air....and get out of this damned place if that is alright with you."
"As a matter of fact it is NOT alright with me. You should be resting. Do you think that wound is going to heal in less than a week? It could take longer to heal and you know it. Back to bed with you!"
Sam made it quite clear he wasn't going to go back without a fight. The doctor gestured to the front door.
"If you want to leave so bad so be it...but don't come crying to me when you get an infection or some darned thing."
Sam walked out the door. It was mid-day. He walked back to Mark's house and noticed no one was home yet. The sky began to darken. It would rain soon. He went to a pub that was a favorite of his. Not many people went there. He took a seat and got a beer. Soon night came and it was still raining. He made his way to Mark's house. When he got in he hear Mark talking to someone. He knew the other voice. It was Rhys. He took to rest on the couch. He would welcome Mark in the morning. He was awfully happy to see he was alive...did that mean Jack was dead? He'd ask in the morning.
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Rhys Tolen
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Nov 13, 2004 21:44:24 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes, yes I know it's short, but I'm dead tired, and I just took my some stuff that'll have me asleep in a few minutes. Hopefully more tomorrow!)
Rhys watched as Mark left her. He always seemed to be leaving. If she hadn't been so frightened and worried, she would have been wondering if he was inable to sit still for long periods of time, but she was frightened. And she didn't want to be alone.
For nearly an hour she curled up in a tight ball, with her eyes wide open afraid that if she closed them the image of her brother would come. Or that he himself might come. She was alone in an unfimilair room and frightened.
After a short time, she managed to move to the edge of the bed and set her feet on the floor. She was up and moving, her knee slightly stiff from the fall in the street. Yet, she still moved rather quietly. Across the hall, she pushed Mark's door open slightly and slipped in. He was asleep in his bed. He looked so peaceful and happy. She didn't want to desturb him. She didn't want to move for frear of waking him. So she just stood there and watched him.
She watched his chest moved up and down slowly, rythmically, and very faintly. A small smile was on his face, and she could hear light breathing. She also thought she could detect light snoring, but she wasn't sure. She smiled slightly watching him, her own worries forgotten for the moment.
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Post by Evelyn on Nov 13, 2004 22:26:19 GMT -5
Evelyn turned to look over at Emma as she spoke and she gave a calm nod. " 'Xactly..." she began, her eyes meticulously scanning the docks and any possible target able for takeover. "We can' stay here long...I never DID like this damned island anyway." She muttered as she gently ran her hand through Eric's short, dark blonde, curls.
She gave a sigh and gave Eric a smirk. "We need ta find Jack an' get him ta go. We can' leave without 'im," She stated as she turned on her heel to stare around the docks. If she remembered correctly, the last place she had believed Jack to be was at the Turner's home. However she wasn't sure if she really wanted to go there either.
"What if we head to the Turner's? D'ye think the Capn' would be there?" Evelyn asked Eric, Rick, and Emma as she ran a hand through her curls with a bit of annoyance. Her lips were pouted as she furrowed her brows. The cold, frosty fog bit at her senses and the calls of sailors ready to dock and to leave Port were now taking up the emptiness felt in the air.
"Outa my way!" Someone suddenly called as a barrel was pushed past Evelyn violently, knocking into her a bit and she narrowed her eyes. "WHATCH WHERE YER BLOODY GOIN'!" she called after him and then shook her head. "Gah...I swear, if we stay here any longer, I'll REALLY go mad." Evelyn growled as she took up a small stone from the docks and then chucked it straight at the sailor's head.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Nov 14, 2004 0:33:59 GMT -5
((occ- we need to hear from Tobbs and Will, or at least I do before we post. Unless anyone wants Puck to force this rpg into action, which from where he's sitting he could. So let me know)
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