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Post by Elizabeth Swann/Turner on Feb 17, 2005 1:24:35 GMT -5
Elizabeth hadn’t even heard the storm’s angry cries. She’d slept through them quite surprisingly. But right when she heard Will’s voice, she was awake.
Thinking it a dream, as he was gone when she opened her eyes, she lay back down and was about to give up hope. The sound of James brought her spirits up, and the familiar, comforting voice of her husband added a huge load of relief enough to cause her to almost smile.
Bringing her hand up and slipping it in his free hand, she kissed it gently and looked up at him with a hazy glow in her eyes. She might have been tired, but she’d not be the one to so easily quit. As she attempted to sit up, she winced slightly and resolved to just lay as close as she could to the both of them, lacing her fingers with his before finally answering his questions.
“I’ll be fine, I’m not hurt. I think my leg might be cut, but I’m more worried of the others, and I was terrified they might have had you.”
Dread had crept into the last sentence, and her gaze turned to a sadder one.
“Sam…someone attacked him…I followed, Mark found us….we fought, and I must’ve gotten hurt then…there was just too many…and I tried to save Sam, but, Mark told me to find help…So I found Evelyn and Eric…they’re there now…”
Elizabeth was upset she hadn’t done any better to help them. She’d tried, but there were so many turban persons, and not enough time.
“Is James alright? Puck was watching him.”
She smiled a bit and ran her hand through her son’s hair. She suddenly grew serious.
“Are you alright? The storm was starting to come, and I got worried, and I couldn’t find you…I feared something had happened…say you’re alright, or I’ll have to worry longer and I wont be able to handle that.”
Half teasing, half absolutely serious, she eyed him carefully, tightening her hold on his hand, then laying it against her cheek softly.
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 17, 2005 1:30:43 GMT -5
Evelyn had been watching Sam with curiosity when a set of footsteps resounded from the entrance of the cave and she shot a look towards it, her hair swinging about a bit wildly. "Who's there?" she asked but before an answer came she noted a tall, blonde figure and instantly saw Tobbs. "Tobbs mate...Thank God! Listen, Sam's hurt....well obviously..." She said but lowered her tone. If anything, she didn't want to panic Sam either and so leaned towards Tobbs a bit so she could speak in a low tone.
"Eric's gone after Mark. I dunno what's goin' on with him. He might be hurt...might be dead for all we know. Eric asked that I stay here with him and I did. Poor guy." Evelyn's voice dropped and it turned rather melancholic as her eyes settled upon him again. By now he was breathing bit more normally so that was good, but his breaths were coming in rather sharp and with a struggle. Her mind thought to Eric and her eyes peered down the cave in the direction he went. Her heart pulled her two different ways and although clearly she was ready to stand and rush after Eric, she felt she needed to learn to trust him. She wouldn't always be there for him, in fact she doubted she'd last that long in this profession to be quite honest, and she needed to make sure Eric would be okay and for her own health she'd need to let go a bit. Granted he hadn't done this sort of thing for long but she learned, and she wagered he could too...perhaps at a slower rate...but learn nonetheless.
"Tobbs...mate...would you please go after Eric an' help 'im? I don' mind if you let Mark die...you've got yer own feelin's I s'ppose...but keep an eye on Eric, would ya?" she asked with a bit of a plead in her tone. Her eyes looked to Tobbs for a moment longer before they fell on Sam and she touched his cheek gently, giving soft, breaths his way as if to encourage him to follow the rythmn of her breathing pattern. Her mind raced and worried for Eric, no question, but she would never be able to live like this if she couldn't trust him. Besides, if he fails Tobbs'll be there to get him out of it safe and sound.
There was another loud crash and she looked towards Tobbs again. "Just keep Eric alive for me Tobbs, alright?" she said again giving a nod. Tobbs had always been a good friend of hers and tonight she hoped that friendship rang true. If the position were switched Evelyn knew she'd protect Jack at all costs if Tobbs had asked her too and she only hoped she would do the same.
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Feb 17, 2005 22:01:27 GMT -5
Tobbs listened silently as Evy spoke on Sam's conditions and Eric running about alone against strangers. She noted the sincere seriousness in her voice and could see the earnest in her eyes.
Evy had been a friend for a long while now, and she knew she and Eric were much in love. She knew that, if Jack had been in such a situation, she'd be begging her to help him. So she knew almost exactly how she felt. And her answer was quick when the loud crash came from down the chamber.
"On my life, I'll keep 'im safe Evy. You take care of Sam 'ere, and we'll be back with Mark in a short while. No worries, we'll be back."
She smiled and her hand clenched around the hilt of her sword. Wondering where in bloody seas Eric was, she nodded to Evy and dashed off in the direction she'd last heard noises.
When she'd grown far enough to know she'd be coming upon him, or the fight he was in, she began to call for him. It wasn't a loud call so she couldn't alarm any dangerous enemies ahead, but it was audible enough for him to detect, hopefully.
"Eric mate, it's Tobbs. Where in blazes are you? Errriiiic...."
She was still running, hoping either to hear from him or see him, but rather not to trip or smack right into him. Was a habit of hers. Straining her ears, she bit her lip in hope she'd be there in time for him to respond. She'd promised to watch his back every second, and she'd do so.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 18, 2005 0:05:33 GMT -5
Mark had been dragged deep into the interior of the cave. He began to doubt if he would make it out of this one. It would be quite some time before the others found him. The cave had many caverns, and the men in black knew them well. He was finally tossed into a dimmly lit room. He was placed in a chair. They gave him his sword back and the man in dark red walked in.
"I wouldn't come in here if I was you Scratch. I've got my sword now."
"Yeah well I have over a thousand swords so I don't think you will be fool enough to try anything. It really was your own fault that the boy was killed. If you would have just done what I had asked you wouldn't have gotten attached to him and this wouldn't be so hard. I am still willing to let you go if you vow to kill Sparrow, and as many of his crew as you can. I'll make it worth your while."
"Burn in Hell you horse's ass! I won't do it. The only people I kill now are people like you and those that mess with my friends."
"Your friends? Do you really think they are coming to get you? No I'm sure they would take this chance to rid themselves of you after what you did to them. If they come at all it will be to cart that boys body away...No Mark...they will leave you here."
Mark figured the last part may be true. But he didn't want to even think it. He was thinking of a way to get out, but there were plain to many guards. He couldn't take on a thousand men with swords and arrows. He stood up quickly.
"If I fight you will you let me go?"
"I suppose so. It's not like you have much to live for anyway. Your mother is dead, your best friend is dead. Now you and the rest of your "friends" will be dead. That's right. I'm not just here for you. That Sparrow has a bounty on his head so high I could buy Europe with it! The rest of his crew have to be worth something."
"Your blood will soak into the earth you bastard!"
Mark yelled as he lept over the table. The two swords met and made a loud "clang". Mark began to slash wildly at the man. He was overcome with hate and taken over by insanity. A fire blazed in his eyes. Scratch laughed at this and blocked all of Mark's advances. Mark managed to slice his shoulder and thrust his blade into one of the guards that was standing near by.
"Now I remember why I hired you...you are quite efficient at killing! But the guards are off limits boy!"
Mark brought his sword down hard on Scratch's and broke the arabian blade. The man quickly drew a daggar and managed to thrust it into Mark's right arm. Mark pulled away and looked at his right bicep. A small trickle of blood went down his arm. He looked at Scratch with hateful eyes and then sprouted a smile. He ran and lept into the air and quickly overpowered his foe. Scratch droped his blade and Mark kicked it away. Mark began to beat him in the face with the hilt of his sword. The sound of bone breaking and chipping filled the room. Scratch let out a few cries. Mark stood the battered man on his knees and got behind him. He held him up by his hair and placed his sword over the man's throat. He looked up at the guards and swiftly brought his sword over the throat. A deep gurgle was the last noise Scratch made.
"Step aside!"
The guards refused. Before he could react several large men were on top of him and he awoke some time later in a cell
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 18, 2005 19:24:05 GMT -5
Evelyn gave Tobbs a nod as she sped off and then continued to tend to Sam. There was a sudden crash again and Eve's eyes went towards the rain briefly and then back to Sam who was still, seemingly, unconscious. "Sam mate...stick with me..." she continued to reiterate as she gently pat Sam's face. Her eyes passed over him worriedly and she wondered if having him here would be for the best. Technically, the ship would be safest, but really, she wanted to be nearby in case something went wrong with Eric.
Just as she gently looked Sam over however, completely caught up in his state, she was suddenly torn away when a hand grabbed gruffly at her curls. Evelyn screamed a bit and was yanked away but instantly her hand went to her cutlass. Attempting to pull it out, a firm boot smashed into her hand, forcing it away and she was tossed towards the ground with a dull thud, her face smacking into the cold stone floor. "Gah! Bloody 'ell!?" Evelyn cried as she brought a hand to the right bottom corner of her mouth.
Reaching quickly into her sash she pulled out the closest blade and with a roll upon the floor moved away from the hand and slashed upwards violently. The man cried out in pain and took out his blade before slicing it through the air and towards her. With yet another roll, Evelyn moved out of the way and quickly adjusting the dagger in her hand she stabbed his ankle through and left it there.
As he looked down towards his ankle and seemed to desperately attempt to smack the pain caused by the dagger's penetration away, but it would not occur. During this distraction Evelyn had time to wield her cutlass and looked him over carefully. The man was broad shouldered, a bit on the lanky side, but dark of skin. He towere over her and as Evelyn adjusted the blade in hand she attempted to calculate the exact amount of strength needed to take the man down. He merely stared her over hatefully while Evy gave a bit of a smirk. "Surprised ya didn' I?" she asked as she lifted a brow carefully licked her lips in excitement, ready to get this bloke gutted and over with.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 19, 2005 23:50:07 GMT -5
*Eric was walking slowly along the smooth, cool walls of the cave keeping his back pressed to them and almost doing a sort of sidestep. It was almost impossible to see in the thick blackness and at times he would nearly fall through a hole in the floor or tip into an entryway when the wall opened up into another tunnle or cavern. He bit his lip and tightened his grip on his sword hilt. He was beginning to wonder if he would even find Mark again, considering the maze-work of the place he wasn't even sure if he himself would find his way back out. He'd be pissed if the place he finally died at was a bloody cave simply because he got lost in it. He almost chuckled at this and wondered what would go through Evys mind if that were to happen.
He was starting to wonder if he should have left Evelyn alone. If anymore of those dark robed men were amongst the trees they'd find her easily enough. Not only would she have to defend herself, she'd have to defend Sam as well. Pausing a moment he thought seriously about turning back but a loud noise and a faint angry cry up ahead kept him moving on. No, he wouldn't leave Mark behind. The man had told Eric he was one of the few he trusted, and Eric didn't want to loose that faith from him just yet. He had to trust that she could take care of herself without him by her every two seconds. She had kept herself alive before he even came on board the ship, he was sure she could do it now...at least thats what he had to stay focused on or he'd never be able to let her just be her own person.
Suddenly behind him he heard footsteps and he stopped, holding his breath and pressing himself up against the wall as far as he could get. If one of those hooded figures was going to run past he didn't want them to knock into them. Maybe he could follow and find Mark. His hopes began to rise when suddenly he recognized Tobbs voice. His face fell only a little and he turned his face in her direction, holding out his arm and waving it a bit to find her.* I'm here, Tobbs, against the wall. *He whispered loudly.*
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Post by Will Turner on Feb 20, 2005 0:24:55 GMT -5
*Will smiled gently at Elizabeth as she grabbed his hand and looked at him slightly wearily. He glanced back at her leg and frowned for a moment. He needed to get that cleaned up before he did anything else, being a blacksmith he had learned that leaving a cut go could often make it more of a problem than he needed to be.* I'll get that fixed for you, just lay there. *He said, gently setting baby James upon the bed and lifting himself from it. He went to the washbasin, dampened a towel and brought gauze back with him.
Sitting back down beside her on the bed he shifted her skirt and began tending to the wound as carefully as he could. As was often the case he sometimes used a bit too much pressure, like he did the time he wrapped her wounded hand back before he had leanred to even trust Jack. Her explination of what happened made his brow furrow and his eyes looked thoughtful and determined.* Evelyn and Eric are there then? At least the other two have a chance, at least for now. I'm just glad you didn't try and stay behind. *He said, eyeing her with an ever so slight grin.
She did have a tendency to rush into things that she shouldnt. To be perfectly honest he did too but that was beyond the point. She asked about James and he nodded his head glancing at the boy who had fallen asleep beside his mother, sitting atop a folded blanket.* He's fine. *Will said and almost laughed as she began to question his own well being.* Im fine, I was in town. Nothing happened to me at all. *He stated and slowly he sighed, his face turning more grim as he finished dressing her leg.* But I have to go back to them now, I can't stay. *He said and rose before she could grab him and keep him put. Going to the doorway he looked at James and then to his wife.* Stay with James, Elizabeth...he needs you to keep him safe right now. I'd rather it was you watching him and not Puck. I'll come back as soon as I can. *He promised and rushed off.
He found the cave quicker then he thought and was startled at what he saw. Sam laying there looking like a corpse and Evelyn engaged in a fight with a rather lanky looking man. Will drew his own pistol and scowled.* Evelyn! *He called rushing towards them to let her know he was coming. He hoped the call would startle the man enough to give the lass another good wack at him.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 20, 2005 0:40:08 GMT -5
Evelyn stared across from her towards the dark man. She stepped to the side, hoping to throw him off with subtle movements. Her eyes remained fixated on him as he turned as well and she narrowed her eyes. The rain pounded outside now and she weighed her options as she gathered the facts of the situation. Sam was in need of a warm bed and medical attention, and there was a tall, lanky man between her and that goal. Her blood pulsed savagely as the two circled each other a bit. She kicked a rock his way and the man barely noted it, giving a nasty grin, his teeth seething as the pain in his leg continued to bother him.
Finally, hope came and her name reverberated throughout the cave. The voice called out her name and while the man turned his head slightly to see who had arrived Evelyn didn’t hesitate and tackled the man instantly. For a moment or two they simply brawled. A fist came hurtling her way and she dodged, but smashed her fist across the man’s face violently. Her eyes bore into him angrily and she growled as he took hold of her shoulders and rushed to slam her against the cave wall. She gave a grunt in pain but quickly brought her boot up to create some space and kneed him hard in the stomach. He was winded, and Evelyn managed to get another punch in before tackling him to the ground. All else faded as she scratched her way through it. They were a tangle upon the ground and unexpectedly an elbow came her way and caught her in right eye.
She cursed harshly then, and blinked a bit in confusion before another blow came to her stomach and she lost all air in her system. Gasping for air, she coughed a bit and then reached for the dagger in his leg, giving a quick, cruel, smack across the man’s head, Evelyn grabbed for the dagger still lodged in his ankle and yanked it out before thrusting it with fantastic force deep into his chest, not caring that small splotches of blood sprinkled her shirt.
He gave her a twisted look as his hand wrapped about her neck and then they slacked. The light left his eyes and his body slowly went limp.
Rolling him off, Evelyn kicked him off herself and turned to look at who had entered. “Will mate…bloody good timin’…although…next time…” she said through gasps of air. “I’ll ask that ya shoot firs’ an’ say my bloody name after, savvy?” she said with a bit of a laugh and a nod.
With a bit of help to her feet her eyes shot towards Sam who was turning deadly pale and her brows furrowed. “Gah, we need to get Sam back to the ship mate.” Her eyes however, darted towards the cave and she bit her lip. She wanted to join Eric and Tobbs. She couldn’t stand being left out of action.
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Post by Will Turner on Feb 20, 2005 0:48:38 GMT -5
*Will rushed forward as quickly as he could however when he finally did arrive to Evelyns aide the man was already dead. He blinked at her in total surprise and laughed suddenly shaking his head as he saw all the damage she had done to the man.* Damn Evelyn. Eric better hope he never pisses you off! *He chuckled, nudging her slightly.
He observed her eye a bit and then looked at her.* I saw him get you in the eye, not to mention other places. Are you alright? *He asked. Noting that she was still standing he figured she was doing well enough. Before she answered she hurried over to Sams side and Will quickly followed. Kneeling down beside the man he frowned, the lad looked awful.
Will noticed the longing look in Evelyns eyes as she glanced down the cave and he smiled a little, placing a friendly hand on her back.* Go on ahead, Evelyn. I'll get Sam back to the ship and get more help. *He said, nodding his head in the direction of the cave.*[/color]
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 20, 2005 1:00:52 GMT -5
Evelyn gave a smirk at Will’s comments and shook her head slightly as he asked if she was alright. “Ah, don’ worry ‘bout it mate. I’ll live.” She smirked slightly, the corner of her full lips gently tugging upwards. Her hand rested upon her right eye for a moment and she knew instantly it was swelling. It felt heavy, warm, and as if it were slowly swelling. She shook her head and spat in her foes direction. “Bloody bastard. Too bad he got a scratch in.” She turned back to Will and smiled then as he told her he would take Sam back, his hand gently resting on her back. “Thank you Will.” She stated sincerely, placing a hand upon his shoulder. “Take care of Elizabeth and Sam for me, will ya?” she asked as she stood slowly, gathering her dagger from the man’s chest with a sickening crunch.
Cleaning the blade upon her trousers she kept it gripped firmly in hand. “Be careful Will.” Evelyn said with sincerity. “An’ keep an eye out. We’ll be back at the Pearl soon, savvy?” she reassured him before taking off into the darkness of the cave.
The labyrinth like cave instantly caught her off guard but she merely stuck to her gut and her hearing. Through the cave she called out for Eric’s name and only hoped he hadn’t gone far enough to be out of earshot. “Tobbs!” she called as well as she quickly made her way down the large tunneled passageways. Her footfalls echoed through the inky black cave. She blinked and brought a hand to her right eye. Her vision there was getting far worse and she bit her lip slightly. Eric would be worried no doubt, but nothing really, just a scratch. What mattered now was reaching Eric and Tobbs, and saving Mark.
She had almost forgot about Mark really, so much had turned her attention away from him but now her heart sank slightly. Truth be told she didn’t like the bloke half as much as she used to, but she still didn’t want to see him dead. He had been a good friend previously, perhaps in time she could find room to forgive him for doing what he did, if, that is, he helped them find a way to get it back.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 21, 2005 0:12:29 GMT -5
Mark felt terrible. He had been beaten to a pulp. His lower lip was cut nearly in half, he had several cuts to his face, and he had several cracked and bruised ribs. He sat up against the side of his jail cell and winced a bit. He began to doubt if anyone was coming for him. He couldn't blame them though, after what he had done. He wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet. Sam kept him going. He wasn't going to let him die alone. He only hoped one of the crew had found him. His head throbbed something terrible and he tried to think of a plan of escape, but the pain in his head overrided all thoughts. He drifted off into a painful sleep.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 21, 2005 2:28:11 GMT -5
*When Eric had made sure that Tobbs knew he was there and was following him he crept silently along the walls, trusting his gut to lead his feet to wherever Mark had been taken. So far there wasn't any sign to tell him whether he was right or wrong, he simply had to keep that faith. Suddenly he paused a moment, ripped a sleeve from his shirt and laid it out across the cave floor so that if any of the crew passed this way, they would know that he and Tobbs had too. Mostly though, he was doing this for Evelyn, he didn't want her getting lost in here if she decided to join them, and he was sure that she would.
After nearly fifteen minutes of silent walking he saw a faint light up ahead in the shape of the outline of a roughly cut door and his brow furrowed. It seemed that his gut had led him to the right place after all. Getting steadily closer to the door he pressed himself against the wall as a red robed figure nearly bumped into him. He swallowed hard and sighed in relief when the man hadn't noticed he or Tobbs was there. He watched the figure slip into the room.
When there was no other sight of danger he crept towards the door and pressed his ear up against its cool surface. He could hear voices inside, one eerie and the other Marks. Eric smiled, glad to know that the man was at least still alive if nothing else. His eyes narrowed a bit as he heard the red robed mans dark proposition and waited for Marks answer. Surely he wouldn't think about coming after the Captain or the crew again. Eric would kill him before he ever got the chance to harm Evelyn, or anyone else for that matter. He nodded proudly when Marks reply was that he'd never do it. Slowly he was starting to build trust for the man again, as well as a liking.
After a moment the door was opened and Eric yanked Tobbs into a wide crevice in the wall. Dozens of large men were carting away an unconcious Mark. As soon as they were a good ways ahead, Eric made to follow. He was determined now to save the man. Maybe it would give the guy a new appreciation for the crew. He followed as they led the limp man to a room filled with dozens of cells. Mark seemed to be the only living soul in any of them. The rest were filled with mummified corpses and old bones. Eric scowled a little and was about to draw his pistol when he felt a heavy blow to the base of his neck.
He winced and cried out as he fell on all floors, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as a blinding pain shot through his nerves. An instant later a booted foot kicked him in the stomach, throwing him over on his back. He gulped for air and quickly scrambled to his feet to face his attacker. It was one of the large guards. His eyes narrowed and he swung a furious fist, landing a punch across the mans jaw. There was a sickening crack and the guard laughed hediously and he spit out teeth and blood.* You're a fool, boy. Look at the bodies around you, what makes you think you'll be any more fortunate than them? *The man asked.
Eric said nothing but lashed forward again, landing yet another punch. This one was enough to knock the man off his feet and he fell to the ground. Eric was on him in an instant, grabbing a nearby rock and beating the man with it until he went limp. Tossing the rock aside Eric was about to get to his feet when two guards grabbed him by each arm, doing the task for him. In the blink of an eye four others were circled about him. He stood in a defensive stance, breathing heavily as one punch after another caught him in the ribs, the arms, and the face.
He was determined not to end up in one of those cells though without help he knew it was going to be a useless task. He was already running low of energy and things were starting to not only spin but grow black as he struggled to keep his focus on those attacking him.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 21, 2005 3:12:55 GMT -5
Her footfalls fell on the cave floors and the slight sound of dripping resounded in the cave. Her eyes scanned around desperately, it was becoming darker with every step she took and even more difficult for her to determine exactly where to go. Finally, after what seemed like ages she stepped upon something other than pure stone. Peering down, she furrowed her brows and picked up the cloth. Evelyn passed it over carefully and recognized it as Eric's.
Biting her bottom lip what instantly passed through her mind was Eric's health and she hoped he was alright. A lump shot into her throat and she only hoped she wouldn't find a trace of Tobbs, hoping she too wouldn't be in harms way at the moment.
Making her way down the tunnel she found herself reaching her hands out to scrape along the walls of the cave, hoping they would guide her. Her hand scraped along the walls, her fingers falling into small crevices, and bending awkwardly as she made her way downward. Finally she was able to hear muffled noises, voices spoke up, and she froze instantly. Her heart beat quickly and her breathing began to get rather short and rapid. Something was indeed not right at the moment and placind her hand upon the hilt of her cutlass she readied herself for whatever might cross her path.
She crept along the wall and peered around the corner to spot what seemed like a giant brawl. Her eyes narrowed slightly and then before she knew it she noted that it was Eric and her jaw dropped. "Eric mate!" She called and charged forward, determined to wedge her way in and stop it all. Tobbs seemed to be held back by a few other men at the moment and as Evelyn took out her cutlass she stabbed forward, taking at least one man away from the fray but her swelling eye proved to work against her at the moment when a smack came sailing her way.
Evelyn's face was rocked sideways as the blow blurred her vision and she jabbed outwardly in wild, defensive manner. She blinked a few times and then focused on the man before her. Evelyn proved however, to be the swifter, and with a few swift flicks of her wrist she was able to injure the man beyond recovery and soon he was upon the floor wailing in pain. She took a moment to spit on him angrily and then angrily looked back to Eric who seemed to be getting the biggest beating she had ever witnessed. "ERIC!" She cried and again attempted to join in the fray.
Her heart beat faster than she had ever believed it could. All she could think of was reaching him but in her desperation she became careless and was smacked away again from the fray, she was sent sprawling to the ground, and banged her back against the bars of a cells. She gave a groan and then peered over her shoulder at the cell behind her. "MARK!" she called as she rattled the bars to the cell. Instantly she worked to release him. He looked to be a complete mess at the moment and if she didn't save him now, perhaps no one would. "Hold on!" She cried as she attempted to free him from the bars, although she meant the phrase for both Eric and him.
The bars were old, rusty, and a bit loose, but it was still rather difficult to shake and pry them loose. She kicked at them, pulled at them, and resorted to simply banging on them, creating all kinds of noise and distracting yet another foe. Her eyes looked to Mark as he lay there and her heart broke for him to see him in such pain. Hands soon closed themselves around Evelyn's throat and she suddenly struggled before quickly reaching for her blade and then shoving it back into her foe's stomach forcefully, a defeaning crunch resounding before she allowed him to fall back and finally moved a few bars loose, her hands raw and reddened from handling the rough iron.
"There ye go Mark. Wait fer me mate..." she commented before leaving to join the fray again. At this point Eric looked horrible and nothing but anger was built in her eyes. She crashed through with an unbelievable fury, trading shots with those around her, "ERIC MATE! GET UP!" She called at him, begging him to be okay...she didn't know what she'd do if she lost him...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 21, 2005 3:32:58 GMT -5
*Eric suddenly heard his name called out by a familiar voice and when he went to look in the direction it had come from he was punched hard in the side of the head and for a few moments everything went black and all noises seemed to be distant. He stumbled a bit, blinking and trying to regain his sight as the punches continued to find him. He swung blindly a few times and surprisingly landed them all.
Just as he regained his sight he saw Evelyn take a punch to the face and he felt his own grow red with anger. He leapt on the nearest guard and wrapped his hands around his throat, no longer noticing the others that continued to try and attack him. Though many of them had turned their attention to Evelyn others were still giving Eric what seemed like the beating of his life. As the man he was strangling went limp he was yanked away from him and thrown to the floor.
He tried focusing on Evelyn as she cried out for him again but somehow he couldn't keep his eyes put in one spot. He groaned as he tried to sit up but it was proving to be too painful and he laid back down. He tipped his head to the side as he was again kicked in the ribs but he was now too preoccupied with making sure that Evelyn was able to free Mark who looked in even worse condition than he did, that couldn't possibly be a good thing.
He attempted to sit up again as Evelyn made her way towards him and this time he succeded. However as soon as he got to his feet there was a loud bang and a seering pain went through his shoulder as a bullet went through it and he fell back to the ground again. Clutching his shoulder he winced and cursed outloud, crying out as one of the turban men laughed and kicked him right in the wound.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 21, 2005 3:46:57 GMT -5
Evelyn swung a few times, took out her blade, and sliced her way past a few of them. Tobbs' twin blades were proving to be quite precious in this fight and she gave a her look of utter appreciation. It was then that the small crowd of men was finally being qulled and bodies were soon lining the cave floors. By now splotches of blood were splattered across her shirt. Desperately she made her way towards Eric and called out to him once more, noting as he sat up, but then a blast rang through and she hit the floor quickly, covering her head, and blinking in horror.
Her hands trembled, her heart seemed to stop momentarily, and she looked up rather hesitantly. Eric lay on the floor, a cry leaving his lips, and she went utterly cold. A flush of ice water washed over her and she immediately crawled towards him. She no longer cared if she was hurt, no longer care who else had to die, who else was around, all that mattered was that at this very moment Eric's form was the only one visible in her eyes...well...eye. The other had by now swollen shut.
"Eric...E,Eric...are...are you alright?" she asked as shock pounded through her veins. A tender touch reached his brow, and her eyes glanced towards his wound. "Bloody hell mate...ya were shot!" She said in a stunned tone and immediately removed her sash, quickly making to wrap the sash around his shoulder to help stop the bleeding. "Eric...Eric hold on, alright? Stay with me. Don' ya dare leave me." She told him in a stern, commanding tone.
It was then that slight cackling was heard from behind and a kick sent her falling forward onto Eric's body slightly before she quickly dug for her pistol. There was the pulling back of a trigger then and she braced herself, closing her eyes, and shielding Eric's body with her own. She merely draped herself over Eric, held him close, and almost vicelike when the shot rang out.
For a moment, Evelyn wasn't sure what to think. Had she died? Did the shot go astray.
"Alright there Evy?" Tobbs' voice asked as her hand pulled back, pistol in hand. Evelyn gave a small smirk and looked her over with a small nod then turned her attention back to Eric. She lowered herself a bit more and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Stay with me mate, savvy? I'll....I'll get ya out of here." She reassured him with a smirk, horror still within her eyes, yet the resolve to get Eric someplace warm echoing through her stronger than anything else.
"An', an' what the bloody hell are ya doin' gettin' yerself shot, huh?" She then began angrily, frustrated at the fact she couldn't hit him herself for getting himself in this kind of trouble. "I'M supposed ta be the one lyin' there, not you! This was not meant for you!" She said in an almost hysterical tone. It was odd for Evelyn, seeing Eric laying there almost useless. The blood itself was wearing on her and she couldn't remember seeing anyone bleed that much before. For some reason, this rocked her harshly. Evelyn had seen blood, had had her experiences with wounds and the sort, but not with him. With Eric it seemed to be magnified endlessly and a panic rose within her she hadn't known before.
"Eric...yer jus'...why...ya shouldn' have come..." half whimpered as her trembling hand gently framed his face and she bit her bottom lip with worry in her brows. She kissed his lips again but yet her eyes were filled with a mixture of anger, frustration, and shock. Finally, without hestitation Evelyn made to help him up, desperate to get him back to the ship. Her eyes wandered towards Eric and she nodded at Tobbs, signaling her to take him with her. Although Evelyn felt her own bruises, mainly the throbbing of her eye, and a rather dull thudding pain in her back from the collide with iron bars, she shook it off, her focus completely on one thing.
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