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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Dec 20, 2004 21:23:15 GMT -5
(OOC-><;; I was waiting for Sarah to reply to my last post,but I guess that's not gonna happen any time soon...Sorry I haven't been in touch,guys.I repent!I repent!Christmas is a time for forgiving,neh?:hopeful smile: )
When Emma had helped her friend out of the rigging,she slid the last few feet back down to the ship's surface and immediately began pacing the deck,looking for work that needed to be done.Satisfied that nothing needed her immediate attention for the moment,she approached where Evelyn and Puck were talking.Her sea-coloured eyes closed in thought as she listened to them.Evelyn's sentiments about the Pearl struck an agreeable chord in her.As much as she hated to admit emotional dependance on anything,the old ship had a feel about it that she couldn't place.But most of it,she supposed,was really more the crew than anything else.Here,there were people that she could trust-to some degree,anyway...people she enjoyed being around.
Friends...
She opened her eyes,and Puck had gone;he was now over tormenting the Turners.Smiling slightly over at him,she leaned on the gunwall.She watched Evy and Eric for a few moments,still feeling slightly nostalgic,then turned her eyes to the sea,losing herself in the endless waves.
Rick was sitting near Emma,green eyes watching the few wispy clouds in the sky.He had a knife in his hands,and was sharpening it simply to give them something to do.Sitting still wasn't in the pirate's nature,and had never been.He doubted that it ever would be.
Slipping the knife back into its sheath,he approached the Turners.A smirk came to his face at Puck's comment about James....If the creature was right,that child was going to grow up and be an absolute hellraiser...
His mind wandered,as was its habit...What would it be like for a child on the Pearl?They'd be swearing like no tomorrow by the time they were three,there'd be a lot of hard work,and a fair amount of danger...perhaps less,though,than living on the islands themselves,near the pirates.
But if he knew the crew,they would never let a child get hurt while they could help it.And there was a lot of love...not the sappy kind,but a comraderie that everyone acknowledged,if not out loud.Almost anyone on this ship would put themselves in danger for the good of the crew,or even for one of their friends.
And what kind of mother would Emma be?
Rick clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter at the thought.Some things were just best not brought to mind...
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 21, 2004 2:55:32 GMT -5
((OOC: Emma! You live! *cackles and tackles violently* hehe...of course we forgive you mate...we're all family here...right? Erm...well at least SOME of us are...*whispers* Not too sure about the insane ones though...*prods them afar and whistles innocently*))
As a smile lingered on her face as the breeze blew gently. The salty air tickled her senses and she shivered slightly, Evelyn was a bit sensitive to the cold air as she had always been, although she never truly suffered in it. It was then that wisps of auburn hair wafting in the wind caught her eyes briefly and she looked straight ahead from where she was sitting and saw Emma looking rather pensieve, something Evelyn wasn't all that used to seeing from her friendly rogue.
"Emma mate...glad ta be back at sea? Looks as if yer puttin' in some good thought onto somthin'..." she commented as she tossed a glance at Rick. For some odd reason Evelyn had been catching lingering glances at Emma from Rick lately and while Evelyn had decided previously to simply dismiss it, his glances were rather unsettling...something was brewing in that Scottish man's head and Evelyn would be determined to find out the truth behind it all.
"D'ye think ye'd be up fer another go at a drinkin' match? I have ta say last time I wasn' in the best form..." Evelyn teased as she swiftly pulled out the handsome dagger Jack had given to her as a gift and began carving idly into the gunwalls. "This time though, fair an' square." She said with a bit of a laugh. The breeze caused her curls to dance wildly in the winds and she turned to look at Eric with a smile. "And besides, this time I won' hold back, seein' as how this time I know a certain SOMEONE won't be the only one lookin' out for my bloody safety. Fine job ye did of tha', didn' ye Eric?" she asked, lifting a brow and chuckling.
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Post by Jack Sparrow on Dec 28, 2004 17:16:17 GMT -5
((experiencing a small delay are we? no matter...lets pick it up after the holidays, savvy?))
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 30, 2004 14:21:25 GMT -5
((ooc: *Meeps at major lack of postage and onlineness* Sorry 'bout that guys, have had major distractions and my internet bloody sucks *glares at it and pokes it with a spoon* but heres a post for you all!!! Will try and post again soon!!! ))
*Eric blinked and cocked a brow as a few flowers came floating down from the crows nest onto the deck at his feet. The fact that it was followed by a laugh instead of a scream or a death threat seemed to make the situation even more odd to him. He grunted when she asked about the flowers but said nothing and continued to drop in on their conversation. For once since he met Puckhe slightly agreed, at least about the Pearl. It was a grand ship of great renown of course but it obviously didn't hold the same meaning to Eric as it did to the others on board. He still couldn't think of his home as a ship or the sea....no his home was Evelyn so wherever she was, that was home. The ship itself was more of just another place to him really.
A smile pressed across his lips as he listened to her explination of what the Pearl meant to her. He glanced up and caught her eye and his smile grew. If the Pearl was her hope then he'd do everything in his power to get it back. He looked away and went back to coiling a rather large, tangled rope. Before long he was cursing at it beneath his breath as the thing seemed to tangle more with every knot he undid.
He suddenly felt a jab in his back and Evelyn slipped in front of him. She sat down on the railing and commented on his working and nearly being lazy. His brows rose and he smirked at her.* I was getting lazy? You were the one sitting in the crows nest chatting with Puck. *He said triumphantly, proud to point out that she was being lazy, too. When he heard her challenge Emma to another drinking match he laughed and rolled his eyes. The woman was relentless. He gasped at her last comment and grinned.* If I remember right I was trying to keep those blokes whose table you knocked over from killing you. Wasn't my fault you wandered off. But even then I did kick Luis' arse. *He said proudly. Even though that guy was dead Eric still harbored pleanty of hate for him.
He returned his attention to fixing the tangled rope and within a few minuets he finally had it untied and was coiling it up again.*
*Will and Elizabeth were on deck again holding James when Puck came over. Both grinned at him and looked down at the overly excited little boy. Will laughed and shook his head.* The poor thing never even had a chance. But you have to admit I must be pretty talented eh? *He chuckled, referring to the whole eunuch fiasco.
As Rick came over he tipped his head to the man and Elizabeth smiled at him. James glanced over as well and wiggled a bit as he laughed...if thats what an excited high pitched squeal could be called.*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 30, 2004 23:30:58 GMT -5
As Eric spoke up Evelyn's head turned to look at him and she grinned. "Ah! He speaks at last!" She exclaimed as she jumped away from the railing and half skipped, half pranced her way towards him, flicking her dagger in the air and then turning to catch it. Placing the dagger back in place Evelyn spun and turned to face him, leaning against the main mast as she watched him idly.
"Very true Eric...I s'ppose ye DID do some damage that night...'m bloody proud of ye...though I still 'm not sure ye really should have gone that far with him. I mean, YOU were a bloody mess afterwards." She said in a half scolding tone. Her eyes bore into Eric for a moment, as if anger lingered behind them for the slightest moment and then faded. Her neck turned then as she watched the horizon and watched as the ship sliced through the seas.
She felt a lump in her throat then and her mind seemed to fall back into that night. It was all still a bit confusing to her and it had all happened so fast. After the last few drinks in the drinking competition Evelyn truly hadn't remembered much from that night. All she could really remember was waking up in an Inn, Eric sitting up on the side of her bed, and he looked completely horrible. It was scary waking up to that, not remembering where they had been, what had happened, and most importantly hating herself for not being there to give Luis a pounding herself.
The rushing of the waves was all she heard for a few moments until she looked back to Eric and spoke again. "Remind me NEVER ta have a drinkin' game anywhere too public again, savvy?" she asked him as she lifted a dark brow. She never wanted to be stupid enough to have left Eric to fend for her like that again. Evelyn could and would take care of her own business and if he was to live with her, she wasn't about to let him face any dangers because of all this alone...
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Puck
Councellor/First Mate
What Fools these Mortals be!
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Post by Puck on Dec 30, 2004 23:50:06 GMT -5
::Puck smiled at Will:: "Well Jack seems to be very....creative when it comes to bestowing names on his friends...."
::smiling he held out his hands in invitation to Elizabeth:: "Might I hold the little rascal?" He asked, and when she gave him a hesitatn look he added quickly;: "I promise I won't go vanishing with him...."
::finally Elizabeth handed him over and he smiled and rocked the baby in his arms a few minutes, and James made a few burbling sounds. Puck smirked at him and hummed a lullaby that had a imidiate effect::
::he sounds were almost like lutes and harps...but no quite....and he was merely humming. james was asleep in under two minutes:: "Fairy music...works on mortal children very well...he'll get a good nap in..." He said and handed the sleeping james back to Elizabeth::
"But....I'll be off.....good day..." ::The fae vanished, ready to cause trouble later::
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Post by Eric Jackson on Dec 31, 2004 1:18:56 GMT -5
*Eric grunted at the scolding tone she gave him about that night. Maybe he had gone a little far with Luis, hell at the time he thought he'd killed the man. Of course the jerk had attacked Evelyn and if anything sent Eric into a rampage it was that. He had gotten his fair share of a beating though, he had to at least give her that. After a bit of thinking he shrugged a little.* Eh well I got better so no harm done. *He stated.
He laughed a little when she told him not to let her have a drinking contest in a crowded place again. He nodded in full agreement.* Don't worry mate, I wont. *He chuckled. Suddenly that mischevious sparkle filled his eye and he nudged her a bit with his elbow.* Of course that doesn't mean you won't end up wandering INTO a crowded place. *He teased, though there was a small hint of seriousness in his voice. That was afterall how she had come across Luis last time. He left her on the bench and she wandered away from it.
He noticed she looked a bit thoughtful so he threw his arm casually about her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.* I dont think we have to worry about anything like that again though. At least not on a trip like this. *He said reassuringly, wondering where exactly it was that they were off to first.*
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Post by Evelyn on Dec 31, 2004 2:24:39 GMT -5
Evelyn smirked slightly as he commented on her not wandering into a crowded area and shook her head slightly. A soft breeze picked up and she shook the curls from her face. The sun was high in the skies now and the bright, baby, blue color washed the ceilings of the world. His arm fell over her shoulders and her head turned to look up at him with a slight smirk. His reassurance normally was enough to keep her at peace but somehow this last statement didn't seem like it would hold out that well.
"Ha! Really? With THIS crew I'm ready to expect anythin' to tell ye the truth." She said with a laugh. "It seems no matter where we're off to we end up hittin' somethin' odd." She almost muttered. "But then again...if it weren't for our crazy adventures and whatnot...WE might never have met." She added gently and in a pensieve manner as her eyes scanned the decks of the ship and then looked up at Eric, meeting his eyes.
Her arm then found its away around his waist and she leaned her head on him. Her hand seemed to cling a bit to him as the ship rocked gently and her memories faded back softly to those moments she treasured with him. Moments no one but themselves knew and it made it all the more special. He was obviously with her for more than just surface reasons, he had slowly learned more of her, knew about her past by now, and somehow had stuck it out even through all the troubles she believed she caused in the first place. Some nights when Eve was feeling far too guilty for her own good, she had found herself, almost afraid to wake up. If she woke up and he wasn't there it would have shattered her. She would have remained hollow, she knew what it was like now to live without him, he was her saner, gentler, better half in so many ways, and she wondered how someone as genuinely good natured as he could rationally stay with her. There was enough wrong with her to keep even the most risk worthy of men away, but yet, somehow he managed to fight it all and keep himself there.
She closed her eyes and took in all the beauty of the moment. The seas softly sighing under the ship, the feel of the warm, gentle, sun in her face, Eric so near, and the slight chatter of the rest of the crew. If everything had ended right then and there, Evelyn could have cared less because for one of the few moments in her life she was truly and genuinely, happy.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 1, 2005 21:47:54 GMT -5
(Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,all ^^)
Emma laughed,looking up at Evy."'Course I'm glad t'be back at sea.Feels weird t'be on land too long..."Before she had the chance to respond to her friend's challenge,Eric brought up their last drinking contest.A roguish smirk crossed the young woman's face at the memories."Oh,aye...I beat ye hands down las' time.'Ope ye've shaped up a bit since then,lass,or I'll 'ave ye down just as fast this time!"
She stretched out slightly,like a cat in the sun,then began her swaggering walk in the general direction of where the rum should be kept.She had,of course,a decent amount of the stuff kept on her person at any given time,but as the cache under her bunk on the Black Pearl had been rather suddenly gotten rid of,she felt it would be unwise to deplete her personal stash unneccessarily.
"C'mon,Ev!"She called over her shoulder,auburn hair swishing over her shoulder,tattered black boots clumping on the ship's deck as she headed for the galley."Eric c'n be the judge,if ye think I'll cheat...But as'f las' time I checked,I c'n still outdrink any man 'r woman in Tortuga,'xceptin of course th' good cap'n...an' I've worked 'ard f'r that position.Don' think ye'll beat me easily!"
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 3, 2005 1:19:07 GMT -5
Honeyed eyes watched Emma as she slowly stood, as if simply getting up at all from her spot to a great deal of will, and gave a small laugh at Emma's claims about her ability to drink. "Oh, don' worry Em...I've shaped up a bit since then. If I were you, I wouldn' underestimate me. You know I might not have tha' great a reputation in the drinkin' area, but I'm not the one tha' has anything to lose if I do fall short today." She said with a smirk and leaving Eric's side.
Instantly Evelyn felt the bit of cold surround her that was gone when she had stood so close to Eric. Being so tall and a rather broader specimen than she, he tended to block the rough winds that blew violently their way from her, one of the main reasons Evelyn took to sticking so close to him so much. Following Emma down towards the galley's she looked over her shoulder at Eric and grinned. "You can be judge if ye like...'s long as ye keep yer bloody eyes open..." her voice then lowered in almost a whisper as Eric drew near and then continued, "...make sure Em takes in ALL her rum, I still don' see how someone so tiny can take in so bloody much." she half snorted and then quickly regained the paces she had lost.
Evelyn's bangles jingled as she quickly made her way to a vacant seat in the galley and watched as Emma gathered the drinks as well as the mugs to which they would decide everything by. "Alright, so the rules are thus, drink up the entire contents, there's no stopping in between, and the first one down loses, savvy?" Evelyn asked in a rather professional tone, lifting a curved brow in the process, while getting into a comfortable position.
"Ah! Hold on a sec." She said quickly before whipping out a small leather strand from her sash, something she always kept handy, and tied her long curls back into a messy, yet worthy, low ponytail. Although, that didn't stop a few stray strands from finding their way into her face. Brushing them behind her ears she then set her mug before her, her hand on the handle, ready to begin. She would put up more of a fight this time, she hoped, either way, she was promised a long, hard, drunken night...
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 3, 2005 22:15:40 GMT -5
"Tiny?"Emma stifled a laugh;that was a comment she rarely got from anyone besides the larger variety of Tortuga drunks.She stood taller than most women she knew,and the effect of that was heightened by her unusual confidence.Still,she wasn't particularly large,either.Working on a ship and living on alcohol and sailors' rations since she was twelve had turned her body from girlish and slender to lean and muscular,with a distinct hint of curves hidden somewhere under the baggy shirt and pants.However,she ignored the comment,setting about getting mugs for herself and Evy,and plenty of rum to keep them full.
A cocky grin plastered itself on Emma's face as she sat opposite Evelyn.Noting as her friend tied back her hair,she decided that this might not be a bad idea.She slipped off the black bandanna which always adorned her hair,and used it to tie back the long mess of auburn strands.Shorter pieces of hair,reaching only down to her shoulders,slipped from the loose binding,framing her face.
"Righ'...th' rules sound good t'me."Her eyes shone brightly,more green now than blue.Filling her own mug,and Evelyn's as an afterthought,she raised it."Cheers,mate..."
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 4, 2005 0:21:36 GMT -5
Evelyn gave a slight grin as she noticed the comment of her height affected her, if only just slightly. It was difficult to get to Emma at all and at this point Evelyn felt any sort of foothold she could get into cracking Emma's psyche before a rum match was fine with her. A devilish flicker burned in her eyes as Emma raised her glass. The golden, acrid, liquid in them no doubt bubbling with a nice froth at the top. "Cheers Em! May the best Evelyn win...erm...I mean pirate...pirate of course." she stated in a bit of a half laugh, yet the laugh died away a bit sheepishly, almost reverting to a whimper, afraid that again she would be beaten.
The first mug went down without delay, the second as well, and all the while during the first five mugs Evelyn gave off an air of confidence. Her fingers drummed on the crude wooden table rythmically before she slapped the mug down, gave a grin, and gave a veritable grunt for more. Wiping her lips with the back of her arm, she gave a bit of a burp and looked to Eric, grinning a brilliant smile, one that clearly gave off the attitude that she could have cared less at the moment if that was attractive to him at all. "You jus' bloody keep yer eye on the match, savvy?" she scolded, hushing his nagging before plunging the sixth mugs substance down her throat.
By now Evelyn was getting into the rather full stomach phase, where she felt completely stuffed, and a slight buzz came over her entire persona, yet the swagger had yet to settle in. Her eyes were firmly on Emma as she downed the mugs quite quickly and in such a way as Evelyn thought her to have had it down to a science by now. Tension grew as Emma still looked to be holding her own and she couldn't help but glare at her opponent for amoment.
Evelyn had never beaten Emma in a drinking contest...ever. Yet somehow stubbornly decided that she would someday, come hell or high water. Which really, Evelyn expected WOULD come at some point. In her line of work one or the other of those two options seemed to rear its ugly head quite often, but none, so far at least, had conquered her...
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jan 9, 2005 1:07:21 GMT -5
Emma raised an eyebrow,smirking slightly at Evy's transparent bravado.She could sympathize;she didn't take losing well,either.Which meant that all things considered,it was probably a bad thing for the two of them to ever compete,and considering how much they did compete,it was really amazing that the two young women remained friends.The sweet,strong scent of rum permeating the room was getting to her a bit,and as soon as Evy made to raise her mug,Emma's was already being poured down her throat.She chuckled slightly,relishing the warm sensation as the alcohol ran through her body.
Another mugfull quickly joined that one,and another,and another.She drank them just slowly enough that she didn't choke on the liquid or make herself ill.Bluegreen eyes,only slightly hazy,flickered upwards to look at her opponent.She didn't seem affected yet.A fifth mug,then a sixth...
Emma's head felt wonderfully light.She was well aware that it would come crashing most painfully back to earth in a few hours,but Hell,if she was going to have more common sense than was neccessary to keep herself alive,why would she have become a pirate?Casting another cocky grin towards her companion,the pirate downed a seventh mug of the cheap alcohol.Keep them coming quickly,that was the key in contests...don't give the stuff time to fully settle,not until your opponent is down for the count.
Wordless,she filled up an eighth mug.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2005 14:01:46 GMT -5
*He grinned down at Evelyn when she said if it hadn't been for their crazy adventures odds were that they wouldn't have met. He gave a soft, agreeing grunt and nodded his head a little. It made him laugh everytime to think of the way they had met. It certainly hadn't been under friendly circumstances, hell at one point he even had Roux watching him suspciously. All because he had wandered onto the Pearl and took it upon himself to rest on a barrel. She even threw the rings he once wore around his neck into the ocean simply to piss him off.
He tipped his head back to look up at the gigantic blue ocean of sky above him and he took in a deep, salty breath. He and Evelyn were opposites in almost every way imaginable and yet somehow, it worked. She brought out the adventure and irrationality in him that he had lost many, many years ago. He had to admit that there was never a dull moment with her and it had grown to be something he loved. Now a normal day seemed out of place to him, not a psycotic one. A warm smile pressed across his lips as he looked down at her once more. He figured if they didn't end up getting the Pearl back he'd be fine because to him the ship wasn't home, Evelyn was.
When Emmas voice broke out across the ship again his eyes diverted to her and he laughed aloud, shrugging a bit. As Evelyn left his side to slip off toward the galley he followed, bending a bit as she whispered to him about making sure Emma drank all her rum. He laughed and nodded. As they looked for mugs and rum, Eric spun a chair around and sat upon it so that his arms were resting on the top of the back of the chair. He watched them curiously as they downed one mug after another. He'd never cared for the drink much but was proud to say he'd won his first drinking match against Braden, a friend of his when he was only 14. Eric had grown up on fine wines and champaignes and though he didnt care for them much now, he still wasn't fond of rum. Although he had seemed to aquire a taste for it.* You two are bloody insane *He grunted.
Evelyn quickly hushed him up and moved on to her sixth mug. His eyes darted slowly between Emma and Evelyn and he couldn't help but grin. By their eight mugs it was obvious they were starting to feel the drinks effects. So far it looked as if it might be going in Emmas favor and inwardly Eric hoped that it wouldnt stay that way. He wasn't exactly eager to go to sleep with a drunk AND angry Evelyn at his side. Of course there was Rick also. Either way one of the two men wasn't going to have a very peaceful night....he hoped it was Rick.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2005 15:21:21 GMT -5
Evelyn blinked a few times as her vision blurred for but a moment and a small panic built within her. "No..." she growled and quickly filled her seventh mug. Taking it to her lips she found her hand shook slightly and she struggled to get the liquid down quick enough. She took a few large gulps, one far too large for her, and she found herself briefly choking and coughing the on the liquid before she closed her eyes, looked upwards, and stubbornly forced it down her throat.
Her eyes were concentrated, distant, she was utterly determined to win this one and she wouldn't allow something as stupid as her own well being get the better of her. Filling the eight mug she watched in awe as Emma proceeded to down her mugs without too much of a struggle. "Bloody 'ell yer no' human....ye know tha'!" Evelyn barked at Emma as she took up the eigth mug and chugged it down rythmically, one, two, three, four, five, six...gone. The candles in the room were all that lit the rather tight quarters of the galley and a feeling of claustraphobia passed over her. Evelyn had never done well in tight places and at the moment she wasn't liking the look of things.
Looking over to Eric briefly she saw a mixture of emotions within him and she tossed him a small grin. She knew he would probably have to deal with the utter mess she would turn out to be after all this but she figured that he knew what he had gotten himself into when he had decided to stay.
He had cleaned up after her once before, and although she hated what had occured during that incident, she couldn't help but think that wouldn't be the case this time around. If anything he would have to just deal with her stupid rambling, which he did on a regular basis anyway, and maybe a bit of slurred curse words, but nothing too horrible, at least to her standards.
Brining herself back she swayed slightly but held firmly onto the edge of the table, and stomped her boot in protest of her body's incapability to stablize for the moment. "Bloody 'ell would ye stay?" she barked at herself before shaking her head in disapproval and filling up the ninth. This next mug wasn't as hard to get down, but the after affects were beginning to hit her and she took a moment to blink several times, sway again, and then bit her lip. Her head was beginning to throb and she knw, from somewhere within her drunken state, that she would be having a rather rough night and horrible morning.
A few strands from her curly head fell in the way and she gruffly tossed them back over her shoulder before filling up the tenth. Emma had to be suffering by now, she had to. Evelyn began downing the tenth and looked up at Emma, looking past the rim of her mug and lifting her brows. It seemed as if she were taking it all in the same stride as before. She downed it quickly and took up her eleventh. Still no clear signs, but by now Evelyn figured it would be best to simply down the harsh drink and shut up about it. Don't think of how she's doing...although it LOOKS as if she IS going faster than you.
Her twelfth, it was beginning to numb, all her senses seemed to be dulled away to simply magnify that of her taste buds and she felt every harsh, acid, drop.
Her thirteenth, no...It was impossible, inconcievable, unbelievable....she was STILL GOING! Fourteen...blurry eyes, blood shot eyes, a pounding head, considerable swaying. Fifteen, tingling fingertips, mostly due to the immense holding onto the side of the table she had to do by now. Whatever was left of her bitten nails dug into the table. Sixteeen, her head was pounding far too harshly now...this was it...she was going down...
With a loud thump Evelyn closed her eyes, and fell sideways, slipping to the ground with a bit of a struggle, her arms reaching for the tableside but in the end giving in as she hit the decks. Evelyn lay there, sprawled upon the decks, her mouth agape, and her eyes shut, one hand still gripping onto her mug. It all became too blurry for her and muffled voices sounded but she paid them no heed. Had she won? What had happened? Evelyn could only pray she wasn't the only one sprawled on the floor at the moment...
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