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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 21, 2005 4:26:19 GMT -5
*Eric had suddenly realized that the next touch he felt wasn't from an attacker but from Evelyn. He smiled slightly but as he shifted just the slightest bit pain shot through his shoulder and his ribs and he'd lay back down again. For a single moment he had forgotten where he was, what was happening, but seeing Evelyns face and hearing her voice made him remember it all again, whether he wanted to or not. He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, and opened them again.* Evy, are you alright? *He asked in a loud whisper. It ached too much to talk any louder than that.
And at the moment he was more concerned about her than he was himself. He knew what had happened to him and what he was feeling but he didn't with Evelyn and seeing the bruises and her swollen eye only heightened his concern over the entire situation. As she was kicked onto him he winced suddenly and let out a pained grunt. When he heard the pulling of another hammer he felt his heart leap into his throat.* EVY, DONT! *He cried out, suddenly realizing horrified that she was using her own body to protect him. If he lost her like this he would never, ever forgive himself. It had already happened to him once and Ashley had died. He wasn't about to let that happen to Evelyn as well. He knew this time he would never get over it.
He struggled to force her under him instead but he was too weak and had barley accomplished any kind of movement at all. When the gun went off his body suddenly went numb and he closed his eyes. Too horrified to open them he felt a tear run from the corner of his eye and when he heard Tobbs voice he braved the sight. He sighed in great relief when Evelyn was alive and unharmed, at least from a gunshot standpoint. She kissed his lips and the corners of them rose slightly as he looked at her with warm eyes. She was alive and at the moment that was all that mattered to him.
Suddenly she began yelling at him and he rolled his eyes ever so slightly.* Its not like I wanted to get shot. *He muttered, rubbing his hand over the gunshot wound. Blood was already seeping through the bit of sash she had tied around it. He looked at her sternly when she said it should be her there and not him.* Don't say that, Evy. *He said. He'd probably be more hysterical then she was right now if the situation had been reversed, in fact he knew he would be.
She helped him painfully to his feet and when she seemed desperate to get him back to the ship he pulled away from her and shook his head.* No, Im not leaving without Mark. I'll go when we all go. *He said in a slow, stern tone. He hadn't come out here and went through that fight just to give up now. He was still going to help, even if all he could really do was stand there and give verbal support. He reached out and ran his hand along Evelyns jawline and smiled at her, though the bruises on his cheek made it painful.* Trust me, Evelyn...I can stay. *He said, his tone a bit softer now, as were his eyes.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 21, 2005 22:08:19 GMT -5
It pained Evelyn to see him like this. Her honey colored eyes washed over him filled with concern. As she assisted him to stand and made to lead him away from all this he stopped her abruptly. As he spoke, she furrowed her brows, and gave a heavy sigh. He was right, for once, and she wasn’t about to leave Mark behind. “Your right mate.” She commented as she gave a glance towards Mark who at the moment was being assisted by Tobbs. A warm hand brushed her jaw line and she smiled as she turned back to him, barely only being able to see him from her left eye. Her eyes shot to Eric’s wound however and she cringed. “Bloody ‘ell…I’ll have ta look that over when we get back to the ship. And you’re lying down the second you can, savvy?” She stated arching a curved brow. A delicate hand caressed his cheek momentarily, slid down his neck, and then she departed, moving towards Mark’s other side so that she could help Tobbs in carrying him out of cave.
They made their way through the darkened cave slowly, they navigated by memory, and that took them a bit longer to do than if they had been more familiar with this place. It really was rather labyrinth like, jutting stones embedded into the floors, it was difficult to maneuver with three people in the small, narrow, passageways but they managed. “Eric mate, stay close.” Evelyn commanded whenever she felt his presence too far from her. She wanted to make sure he was nearby, their trek alone back to the ship would cause him to bleed more than he needed to at the moment and at certain intervals Evelyn glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was still conscious. By now however, Evelyn’s own vision was severely hindered and the bruises she had obtained from the brawl moments ago were suddenly making themselves cruelly aware with every step they took.
Slowly, they arrived at the ship and as she looked upwards towards it she made to the decks. Darkness had fallen and the rain had become substantially lighter at the moment prompting them to arrive only slightly soaked to the bone.
Her concern for Sam then resurfaced and she bit down upon her lip as she thought of everyone’s state. “Tobbs, yer alright mate, right?” she asked looking her over but not noting anything too serious. What she wanted was to get everyone else settled, everyone else taken care of, despite the injuries she sustained as well.
It was just as she thought this over though, that she noted some sort of liquid streaming from her nose and she noted it to be blood. Wiping it with the cuff of her sleeve she shrugged it off. “Well, let’s get Mark ta bed, shall we? Oh and Eric…get into bed, now.” She half scolded him but gave the slightest hint of a smirk before she made to disappear below decks.
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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 Feb 22, 2005 0:47:23 GMT -5
Mark could hear footsteps coming in his direction. He saw Evy, Eric, and Tobbs and all of the sudden all Hell broke loose. There was a gun shot and it seemed that Eric had been hit. He was finally freed and they began to move out of the cave. He could hear one of his ribs break as he was lifted up. He cringed a bit, but was nearly numb of the pain by now. They finally got out of the cave and made their way to the ship
"I'm....sorry guys....I never meant....never meant for this to happen.....I didn't think they would find me..."
He huffed. He suddenly remembered how he had left Sam. For all he knew he was dead.
"Sam! Did you find him? Did he make it..."
They made it to the ship and he was rested into his bed in his cabin. He drifted off into a deep sleep and began to dream of his younger days. Then it came again...the dream of his father and brother, this time he could not wake from it...tears streamed from his eyes as he slept the torturous sleep. He began to hope he wouldn't open them again.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 22, 2005 2:22:28 GMT -5
*Eric rolled his eyes when Evelyn sternly informed him that he would be laying down once they got back to the ship. Looking at her with a slightly reluctant look in his eyes he sighed heavily, gave a limp nod, but said nothing. He hadn't suffered a wound like this in a fight before and it bothered him greatly to feel so useless and helpless. He didn't want to have to go back and lay down and rest, even though he knew Evelyn was right.
He waited until the two women had Mark secured in their arms and he followed behind them through the caves, keeping his ears peeled for any noise that didn't sound familiar or friendly. Taking up the rear he was constnatly glancing back over his shoulder to make sure that no one was following them.* Im close, Evy *Eric would call out anytime she hollared at him to make sure he was still there. He had his hand pressed against the bullet hole in his shoulder, trying to stop it from bleeding anymore. He was already starting to feel light headed but generally a deep, slow breath would keep him focused. When Mark appologized Eric shook his head.* Dont worry about it, mate. We're all alive so you don't need to blame yourself. *He stated.*
Finally they reached the ships and he took a moment to sit in the cool rain and rest his feet. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, tipping his head back and opening his mouth to get a gulp of the fresh rain water. Suddenly he heard Evelyn scold him to get into bed. Standing up he smirked back at her.*[/i] Never heard you be quite that forceful about it before. *He grinned, winking at her as she slipped below decks. With a soft laugh and a shake of his head he dissapeared into the cabin they had adopted at the moment.
He carefully removed the piece of sash and with a wince managed to slip his shirt off. Carefully touching the wound that was not only bloody but was now growing a rather nasty bruise around it he frowned and winced.* Bloody bastard. *He said bitterly, thinking of the man who had shot him. Well he supposed now at least that he could say he had a battle wound. Growing light headed again he laid back on the bed, pressing his shirt into his wound to keep the blood from spreading elsewhere. Closing his eyes to rest a moment he took a deep breath and waited for Evelyn to return. Of course if she even thought he wasn't going to check her over and clean her up as well she was sorely mistaken. Wounded shoulder or not he was still going to take care of her, even if she refused the help.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 22, 2005 2:50:02 GMT -5
Evelyn laid Mark down to rest and gave a small smile. His queries were quelled quickly when Evelyn responded that Sam had been found and was already soundly resting in a cabin, at least, that's what she supposed. As Mark fell into a deep sleep Evelyn found some water in a basin, took up a rag, and gently tended to him for a while. She furrowed her brows as she looked his injuries over but knew he would survive. With a last check, Evelyn blew out the bedside candle gently, a small slither of smoke winding in the dark room, before she stepped out of his room and closed the wooden door with a small click.
She gave a heavy sigh and peered down the ships halls. The ship rocked a bit strongly as the winds picked up outside and she gave a slight shiver as a strong gust of salty wind rushed past. The lanterns lining the hall flickered gently in the winds path but continued to burn strongly.
Evelyn then made her way slowly down the hall and soon reached the room Eric and she had first shared when they came aboard. Entering, she gave a small smirk but the corners of her lips fell once more as she eyed his wound. "Gah! Eric rest mate." She stated as she ran a hand through her curls and walked towards him before taking a seat upon the edge of the bed. She smoothed a hand over Eric's brow before taking off her sash completely and completely butchering it to make a better bandage for his shoulder, setting it aside for the moment.
"Ya know Eric...I'll have ta remove the bullet." She commented taking out her dagger and flask of alcohol. "If I don', ya risk infection, savvy?" she said quickly, hoping that the speed with which she performed this task would help him get through it better. Without another word of protest or otherwise Evelyn poured a bit of rum on the wound, pressed her middle and pointer finger at the wound firmly to keep the blood from flowing, and quickly dug the blade in carefully, only digging in with the very tip. It took perhaps a moment or two before she managed to pull the bullet out and once she had she fired the blade over a candle at his bedside table, and pressed it against the wound.
" 'M sorry Eric....gah...ya shouldn' have gone...ya know how much ya bloody scared me? Gettin' shot and everything..." Evelyn said softly, her tone more worrisome than accusatory. She wrapped the wound then, and firmly knotted the cloth. She shook her head slightly at him and her eyes became a bit sad.
Seeing him injured like this, pained her more than she expected it to. Bruises were rampant over his face and chest and she gave a heavy sigh. Her hands shook slightly as she attempted to smooth her hand over them and her face fell. It was the first time she had truly thought she might lose Eric and the shock of the events was still wearing on her.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 22, 2005 3:22:36 GMT -5
*He heard Evelyns footfalls coming towards the cabin and he sat up slowly, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed as he waited for her. She instantly scolded him to rest and he simply grinned. He was tired and weary, that was certain but the days events had his mind too wound up to sleep at the moment. He threw his legs back up on the bed and rested against the headboard as she sat down with him.
When she stated she'd need to remove the bullet he frowned a little but nodded. He winced slightly and closed his eyes as she poured the rum into the wound and jabbed the tip of the knife into it, digging out the bullet. His jaw clenched as the wound throbbed and burned but he didn't make a noise. However when she did press the searing blade against the wound he flinched and opened his eyes quickly. He let out a drawn out breath when she finished and rubbed his shoulder. Slowly he grinned at her.* Did you really think I wouldn't go? *He asked, grabbing her and pulling her towards him so that she was laying by his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.* I didn't mean to scare you, though. Although you didnt have to go throw yourself over me when you thought I was gonna shot again! *He exclaimed, a slight hint of scolding in his voice. That had been one of the most horrifying moments of his life and he was still getting over it.* I'd never been so damn scared in my life! You nearly gave me a heart attack you know. *He added.
His eyes wandered about her face carefully and he frowned once more at the sight of her bruised eye.* Gah, Evy. You should have stayed with Sam. *He said, climbing over her and going to the washbasin. He dipped a small rag into its icy cold water, folded it up and climbed back into bed, ever so gently placing it upon her swollen eye. Wrapping his arms about her again he held her into him, running his fingers through her dark hair as he rested his cheek atop her head. He smiled a little and closed his eyes.* What am I gonna do with you, Evelyn? *He laughed softly.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 22, 2005 3:37:20 GMT -5
Evelyn lay next to him slightly, reluctantly. At the moment she was not feeling that comfortable with him which was odd and she realized she was harboring some kind of anger over the whole situation. She had brought him into this, he was shot because of her. When he spoke her not throwing herself over him she shook her head. "Yes...I did." She stated calmly with a nod. "If anyone was going to die tonight Eric, it would be me. Period." She said as her eyes met his briefly, nothing but sincerity flickering within them.
He brought a small rag to tend to her eye and she dabbed at the eye. By now it was nearly swollen shut, purple, and rather nasty looking but she could care less. As he spoke again and gave a short laugh Evelyn became slightly angered and moved away from him suddenly. Evelyn rolled away from his embrace and took to sitting upon the edge of the bed again, her back to him and her feet upon the decks of the ship.
"Gah, would ya bloody hell shut up?!" she retorted angrily, furrowing her brows, and rubbing the bruises that no doubt marked her back. "What are you gonna do with me?" She half muttered as she sat there a bit frustrated with herself. "Ya know Eric...this is my fault...I...I brought ya into this." She commented glancing over her shoulder at him briefly before giving a heavy sigh. She tossed the rag towards the other end of the room and slowly hung her head, placing her face in her hands. She felt utterly guilty and horrible for the injuries he had sustained but he never complained, why is it he could always put on a smile when all she could ever do was be frustrated and felt so horrible when things like this happened?
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 22, 2005 3:53:30 GMT -5
*He frowned and glared at her slightly when she said if anyone died it would be her. He shook his head and closed his eyes again.* I wont loose you, Evelyn. I cant *He said, in a whisper almost more to himself then to her. When he spoke again and laughed she suddenly pulled away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes popped open and his brow furrowed as he looked at her curiously, wondering what he had done.
As she yelled at him he lowered his eyes a little and realized it had been his bit of a comic retort that had angered her. He had no idea she was going to react like this and frankly it was upsetting him. It wasn't like he leapt in front of the bullet on purpose, it was an accident...at least on his end. As she tossed the rag to the other end of the room he glarred angrily at her and leapt up from the bed to stand a few feet in front of her. He didn't care how much it hurt to move that quickly, at the moment he was too furious to even think about it.* Then what the hell do you want me to do Evelyn? Do you want me to leave? Is that what you're trying to get at? *He cried in a tone that he had only ever used once or twice in his whole life.
He ran a hand through his hair frustrated and turned away from her for a moment before quickly turn back to face her, taking another step towards her.* If I didn't want to be on this damn ship Evelyn I wouldnt be. I dont care if I get shot or stabbed or beat to a pulp, as long as Im with you at the end of it. *He stated and finally his shoulders slumped and he looked at her with utter sadness filling his eyes.* I'm dead either way Evy. If this life doesn't kill me...loosing you will. I dont want to go...but...if you want me to, I just want you to be happy Evy and you obviously aren't right now. Do you want me to leave? *He asked. Tears filled his eyes as he waited for her answer, fearing for the worst but hoping for the best. He knew he wanted to live out his life with Evelyn, even if it was a dangerous one. He knew what he was getting into when he came back to her after that year. Without her he'd never make it but he was starting to wonder if his being around her was making things harder for her. That was the last thing that he had ever wanted and so if it gave her a happier life, he would leave...if he could.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 22, 2005 4:08:58 GMT -5
It was as she expected. Eric got up furiously and she felt the weight from the bed leave. As he began to yell at her she kept her face buried in her hands and a lump grew in her throat. There she went, messing things up again. What could have been a peaceful evening was only proving to turn into a difficult one again and she groaned slightly as he yelled at her. She hated his tone at the moment, it rattled her to the bone whenever he yelled at her like this and she couldn't help but cower slightly.
He sounded frustrated, angry, upset, and she didn't want that but she caused it and the guilt weighed upon her shoulders even heavier. When he was finished with his raving she shook her head in her hands and then looked up at his face, not moving from her spot. Her left eye, the only one capable of producing any sort of sign of sadness was swelling and turning slightly red at the overwhelming emotions that began to surface. "God! Bloody 'ell Eric I dunno what I want anymore..." she stated as she sniffled and turned her face away from him to avoid him seein her so upset.
"I, I..." the lump in her throat grew and she began to stutter, it was becoming increasingly difficult to speak in his presence at the moment. "I'm so bloody confused. I mean...on one hand...I love you...Eric I do. So much so that...that I'm willing to tell you ta bloody go to hell and leave jus' so I won' see ya hurt again..." she half stuttered as she continued to sit there, still not meeting his gaze. "On the other hand...I'll, I'll, I'll go insane without you...I bloody know it. You know when you left me two years ago Eric...ya know what? I thought so hard on jus' bloody tossin' myself overboard..granted I'd, I'd had a bit o' rum in me but it was serious contemplation goin' on there." She said firmly as she suddenly stood and faced him.
She shook her head and turned away from him, burying her face in her hand. She sniffled a bit then and ran a hand through her hair, she bit her nails slightly, before turning back around and asked him one question. "Would you leave...if I told you to go? Would you REALLY, leave?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 22, 2005 4:22:07 GMT -5
l *Eric felt a lump grow in his throat as she stated she didn't know what she wanted anymore. Lowering his head he said nothing, he simply nodded. It was as he had feared and he felt that she truely was turning him away now. Despite his greatest efforts, he couldnt keep his tears from escaping his eyes and slowly they came.
When she admitted to him that she had contemplated taking her life that year he left his brows raised with surprised and his jaw dropped slightly. He hadn't any idea at the time that she had cared about him that much. He knew of course how he felt for her. That, in all honesty, had been the most difficult year of his life and to this day he believed the only way he got through it was by holding onto the hope that he would see her again.
Suddenly she asked if if he would really leave if she asked him to. He swallowed hard and could only gaze at her for a long moment. His eyes drifted towards the porthole and then he ran a hand gently over his face, not even noticing the bruises that had formed there at the moment. All the biggest fears he had in life came back to him again. He'd always been alone, always lost those he held most dear. Eric never really had a stable person in his life until Evelyn came along. He had suddenly realized how dependant he had grown on always having her around him.
Slowly he shook his head, sighed, and looked back at her.* It would kill me if I went but...Im worried if I dont go it'll ruin you instead. I cant live with myself if that happens. I love you, Evelyn and nothing will ever change that and thats why I'll walk away if you'll be happier. I dont want to hurt you. *He answered, his voice trembling as he looked back at her once again. It was as if he had felt his heart shatter into a million pieces and he suddenly felt completley and utterly hollow.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 22, 2005 4:36:07 GMT -5
Evelyn stood there, planted to the ground as Eric showed signs of sadness. Clearly, what she had said had hurt him and she rolled her eyes at herself. This was all her doing. A tear tumbled down his cheek and she groaned loudly pulling at her hair and shaking her head. His words came and she gave a bit of a sniff as her own tears attempted to leave her but they wouldn't. She would need to keep them back. Evelyn balled her fists and retorted violently. It was the only way she could think of dealing with her anger at the moment. He was always the good one, always the generous, patient, kind soul with her and she was...well...wretched. Everyone she had ever associated was only badly influenced by her and at the moment she was afraid she was destroy him with her own problems, her own fears, and she would be damned if she allowed herself to do that to him.
"GO!" She yelled, her fists shaking. "Jus'...jus' LEAVE!" she shouted as she took a few steps towards him and shoved him hard in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards a bit. "Get out of here! I don' want ta see you anymore! GO!" Her shouts echoed in the room and then silence fell. Her eyes were swollen and red, ready to allow tears to stream but she kept on shoving.
"I hate you...I...I don' want you here anymore...understand?" she half shouted, her voice falling now as she shoved him hard up against the wall, if anything, hoping her pushing alone would get him to leave. She gave him a hard slap, attempting to portray nothing but pure anger towards him, but she knew it wasn't working. It would be better this way, she thought. Eric would leave, he would love someone else in time, someone who could offer him a better life, a more stable one. She stared into his eyes and her lip trembled slightly. "Would you jus'...bloody go!? " she shouted one final time before loosing it and then finally backing away and then falling to sit on the floor at the edge of the bed.
She pulled her knees up to her chest then and sobbed. Deep down, she didn't want him to go, didn't want him to storm out of her life forever. What she wanted was to just let go and be with him. To simply look up and run to him and ask for his forgiveness and to forget what she did ever happened but her pride wouldn't allow for that, it never had much room for her groveling. She didn't dare look up, afraid she'd see Eric's back as he left the room, and left her entire world.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 22, 2005 4:48:39 GMT -5
*Eric flinched a little as she yelled at him to leave. She shoved him hard in the chest and he stumbled backwards, just managing to keep himself standing up. When she said she hated him his heart leapt and he closed his eyes. Never once, not even in her most angry moments had she said this to him. Those few simple words had cut him deeper than anything in his entire life had, or ever would. He desperatly hoped that she hadn't meant it, though he honestly couldn't tell.
She shoved him against the wall and slapped him, his head jerking to the side. He left it that way for a moment, staring pittifully towards the rag that she had tossed earlier. When she walked away from him and sat down on the floor his eyes followed her. For a moment he just stood there, unsure of what to do. How had all of this possibly just happened? His mind was going in a thousand different directions at once while his heart only went in one. He wanted desperatly to go over to her, to hold her in his arms and try to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
He took a step forward and then suddenly changed his mind. Anger boiled in his blood again and he tore the leather necklace she had made him from his neck and tossed it hatefully at her.* I understand. *He stated, clearly hurt by the whole thing. His tears however had stopped falling and with one last look at her he shook his head, turned, and trudged from the room. He wasn't even sure where he was headed now, all he knew is that no matter which way he went, it would be the wrong direction.
He glanced over his shoulder as he began to walk away and paused, chewing his lip for a long moment. Finally he turned and went back to the door, grabbing the handle yet he didn't turn it. He simply rested his forehead against the door and closed his eyes. He didn't know what to do anymore, he didn't even know what he felt, if he felt anything at all.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 22, 2005 19:15:38 GMT -5
Evelyn's face lay buried in her knees. She only heard the yanking of leather, the stomping of boots, and his last words to her. Obviously he hadn't understood, at least not what she really, truly, meant. He stormed off and for a moment Evelyn looked up, her cheeks rather moist but she wiped them. It was then that her eyes fell on the small, leather necklace she had made for him.
It lay at her feet and anger seeped to her skins surface. She decided she really couldn't get too angry at him, she had slapped him, had told him she hated him, and had asked him to leave, and that he did. The flickering of the single candle in their room illuminated the cabin . The shadows of the fire danced around the walls, casting an almost eerie glow about her. Reaching out, she took up the necklace in her hand and looked it over. She gripped it firmly in her hand and she shook her head. He had mentioned once he would never remove it from his neck and she rolled her eyes as she recalled his words. "Bastard..." she half muttered.
Her eyes stared at the door of their cabin and she stood up slowly, finding it a bit diffult to do so. Her eyes bore into the door and she slowly made her way towards it, ready to chuck the necklace right back in his direction. "Spent so much bloody time on this thing..."
Taking the doorknob in her hand she turned it and swung it open and suddenly took a step back to find Eric standing there. Her jaw dropped momentarily wondering exactly why he had been standing there. She shook her head very light and she spat at his feet. "Here! It was a gift, and a damned waste...keep it." She said bitterly as she tossed the necklace right into his face standing in the doorway and watching it hit him, fall to the floor.
Evelyn stood there, crossed her arms, and arched a brow. Her eyes were cold at the moment and she stared at him pitifully. What a waste...all these years...all this time...it really hadn't been worth it...
Yet deep down, she knew there was absolutely no truth to that.
In her utter anger it seemed almost impossible for her to churn out any sort of discernible language and had resulted to simply giving him a harsh glare before giving a nod and slamming the door back in his face.
Turning back she removed her boots quickly and then tossed them violently across the room towards the bed. They hit with a thud and fell to the ground and silence again. She couldn't stand it, never really could. Whenever Evelyn had been surrounded by it, it only seemed to sweep in with it a savage cacophony of noise that would only bring with it horrible happenings. Eric had changed that momentarily. The quiet peace Evelyn would often find whenever she woke in Eric's arms in the mornings were different.
At this recollection of ephigys Evelyn suddenly shook her head and sighed heavily. "It's better this way...that...that...he left..." she seemed to now ramble on, reminding herself of all the aspects she truly despiesed about him, each one a complete lie and each one more blatantly one than the last. "He...he hurt you more than anything...he broke every promise he'd ever made....never understood you....always fought with you about stupid things...he never loved you...." But it was all for naught, because deep down a warmth still boiled for him, one she hated to the core because it was the one sentiment she couldn't rid herself of, no matter how much she yelled at it to go away.
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Post by Selina on Feb 22, 2005 19:29:01 GMT -5
"Selina! Nothin'...there's no one here!" A scraggly, hunched, man barked. Selina had, officially, sucessfully raided the Turner's home yet had found no one at home at all. She turned over a glass vase in her hands and remained silent for a few moments. Then she screamed loudly, turned, and sent the vase violently into a mirror across the room. "GAH! I know that! I can SEE!" She shouted back towards him. She raged, pulled the table cloth from the dining room table, smashed all the glass and knocked over what she could.
"They have gone. We shall just have to find them." She said furiously, her hands slightly shaking as she brought them, bloodied from sharded glass to her face. "Wha'...wha' do we do?" the man asked as her as he stood with his torch in hand. Selina looked up towards him, a sharp cackle beginning to erupt from her. "You need instruction on what to do?" she asked arching a dark brow. Moving closer towards him she smirked evilly and then took the torch forcefully form his hand.
"Simple. Burn it." Taking the torch she lit the nearest curtain. "Burn it all." She said in a low tone before leaving the room and heading into the main reception room. Her green eyes looked about the entire home as crashing, thrashing, and general chaotic sounds reverberated. She had not found the Turner's but she was sure someone else knew where they might have gone. If Selina was not mistaken, Elizabeth's father, lived but a few houses away.
"BURN IT! We're going to the Governor's home!" she called throughout the home before she stormed out. By now the Navy had begun to file out of their rock fort but she cared not. It didn't matter how many had to die as long as she was able to get what she wanted and leave and she wouldn't leave without knowing where the Turner's, Jack's Crew, and Jack Sparrow himself were.
Selina, ever since their last escapade to the City of Gold, felt she had been completely cheated out of her share. Barbossa himself had only gathered a few meager treasures and she was disgusted that they had done so poorly when they could have done much more.
Storming down the cobblestone streets a blast went off and she spun around to see it had hit the fort. The battle had begun, she would need to move swiftly if she were to leave this island completely intact.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 24, 2005 1:09:24 GMT -5
*Eric nearly stumbled forward as the door suddenly opened but he managed to correct himself and quickly took a few steps away from Evelyn who looked even angrier than before, if that was at all possible. His eyes glanced down at his feet where she spat though his head didn't move. Slowly his eyes narrowed and he looked back at her, turning away slightly as she tossed the necklace at him so it would avoid smacking him in the face.
He didn't even bother to try and catch it as it hit him in the shoulder blade and fell to thef floor. She stared at him for a long moment and he at her. The warmth that usually swam in his brown eyes had gone, leaving them bitter and cold. Why she was acting like this was beyond him. Did she really expect nothing to ever happen to him when he decided to join her on the ship? The thought nearly made him snort as he figured she was being ignorant for thinking such stupid things. She had been hurt before and never once had he tried to steer her away from piracy. It was her life, her world and he knew she belonged no where else.
Of course he didn't belong on the ship but he had always felt he belonged with her, no matter where she was at. Evidently he had been sorely mistaken. What had he possibly been thinking when he decided to come back? He never should have went back to her, he should have stayed on land where he belonged.....where he belonged....no he knew he was where he belonged but at the moment he refused to listen to truth and logic as the absurd better fit his mood at the time.
Suddenly the door slammed in his face and he groaned angrily, letting his forehead rest against it once more. He heard something hit the wall inside and figured it had been those damn boots of hers. Those things never really had sat well with him, for personal reasons. He shook his head and stood back up. He wasn't going to let her win this easily. He was always the one who walked away, and she was always the one who fetched him. This time he'd come back on his own.
Storming back into the room he slammed the door shut. For a long moment he just stared at her, breathing heavily as his anger mounted and he struggled to find words to say. Slowly he shook his head.* You are being bloody rediculose, Evy. Yeah I got shot, yeah I got a little beat up but who gives a damn! I'm fine now, why doesn't that matter to you? *He asked, his voice quiet at first but the more he spoke the louder it grew.* Has it ever occured to you that on a daily basis I wake up wondering if I'm going to loose you that day? There hasn't been one bloody day that thought hasn't crossed my mind and yet have I EVER, EVER told you to give it all up? NO! *He screamed, stepping closer to her.* So where in the hell do you get the right to tell me to give it up? *He growled.*
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