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Post by Evelyn on Feb 24, 2005 1:35:39 GMT -5
Evelyn's mind had been rather lost in her room for a moment and just as her blood seemed to go from a boil to a savage simmer, the door opened, and she jerked her head round to see who had made his way in. "Gah...bloody 'ell..." she muttered to herself as she rolled her eyes and turned to face him. She stood with her feet slightly apart, her hands were placed stiffly upon her hips, and she stared him down coldly as he made his case. She gave a bit of a laugh at a couple parts and then crossed her arms.
"Eric, it thrills my cold hear ta see yer fine, it really does mate." She began as he finished his long rant towards her. His screaming had taken its toll on her, Evelyn had never heard such screaming from Eric before in her life, and at the moment she was sad that all the raving was acutely directed at her. There was a bit of silence before she continued, her fists slightly shaking in anger as she stood, attempting to hold her ground.
Evelyn slightly took a step back as he stepped closer towards her, at this point Evelyn could feel his hot breath upon her skin, and she turned her face away from his angry recant towards her. Turning her eyes back she stared right into his and stood her ground. "Why? WHY!? I'll tell ya bloody why, because if anything happens Eric...it's my fault! It doesn't matter what you say, the blame, in my..." she stuttered slightly then, took a deep breath, and then continued, " in...in my heart...it'll be my fault whatever happens to you Eric. I knew VERY, VERY, well that you could have a wonderful life, one filled without so much danger, with a fine woman, with a reliable partner, and to tear you apart from it I've been feeling a BIT selfish, to be quite honest." She barked back, stepping away and beginning to pace the room and flail her arms out a bit wildly.
She glared at him then and drew no closer, but simply stared at him with an accusatory eye. "YOU ARE MY RESPONSIBILITY. Should anything ever happen to you...should get hurt...should you DIE...it'd always weigh on my shoulders...and frankly..." her eyes turned to the candle upon the bedside table and she made her way towards it. Evelyn watched the flames flickering for a moment and then placed her hands upon the table and leaned down, attempting to avoid taking a glance towards Eric's tall stature in the shadowy light by becoming completely absorbed in the fire's gyspsy like dance.
"...Eric...I could never survive if something like that happened." The dance betrayed her however, and merely casted a cascade of wonderful, gold, crimson, and ginger ribbons around the room, beckoning her to turn away and look at him.
She looked up and her eyes expressed severe loss. For a fleeting, single, precious moment they were vulnerable and hurt, but her inner anger continued to win over and wiped that glaze from her eyes. Instead, she drew herself up, tall, and as grand as she could be, and in all her grand posture, she turned, barefoot, and stepped towards Eric once more.
"I get my rights ta tell ya ta give it up because I know for a bloody FACT that your injuries WILL become mine as well...and pain for two Eric...THAT I don't have." Her voice fell into a deep growl near the end and her face now, was inches from his. She pointed a finger right in his face. "So again...I ask you...Eric, get the bloody hell out of my cabin!" She screamed, enraged. Her voice heavy, scratched, and rather worn out.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 24, 2005 1:55:51 GMT -5
*Eric snorted when she said if anything ever happened to him she would always blame herself. He watched her pace about the room, flailing her arms and he slowly crossed his own, glancing at the flickering candle. It seemed to dance so peacefully upon the table as if it were unwarare of the harsh situation going on around it. Slowly he shook his head and lowered his eyes.* I've lived with that kind of guilt since I was twelve years old, Evelyn. I've always blamed myself for my fathers death, as well as Ashleys and Melissas...I probably always will. *He began, his voice now unusually quiet and his eyes gradually glanced towards Evelyn.* Its a hurt that you eventually learn to bare. *He stated as if telling her she'd simply have to get over it. He knew, though, where she was coming from. If he ever lost her he would harbor all the blame, feeling that he hadn't done his part to protect her.
When she began to ramble on about how he could have had a wonderful life he gave her an intimate look and for a fleeting moment the warmth had returned to his eyes.* What makes you think I dont have that now? Evy, no one has ever or will ever make me as happy as you do. I dont know why you think a fancy life suits me better. *He stated and the warmth again slipped away.
When she stated suddenly that he was her responsibility and that she'd never survive without him he bit his lip, watching her small form hover infront of the parading candle flame.* I can't survive if I loose you either, Evelyn. *He said so softly he wasn't even sure that she heard him. When she yelled at him once again to get out of her cabin he shook his head.* I promised I'd never leave you, Evelyn. I meant that. *He said and grabbed her upper arms, pulling his face close to hers as he glarred at her slightly.* Now would you just shut up? *He asked. She gasped and made to protest again but before she could he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionatly for a moment before swiftly pulling away, looking at her and nervously anticipating a slap.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 24, 2005 2:12:25 GMT -5
Only small blurbs were allowed to reach Evelyn's concious mind at the moment of what Eric was saying. They mostly came in sharp taps, small shrieks painful for her to hear, but upon occasion, the slightest glimmer of a silver thread lined throughout the message he sent to her and as she stood there, hate still dominant, dormant behind that lay a softer layer. It was the one Eric, solely, had ever seen and it seemed he had managed to traverse his way towards it once again.
Her jaw clenched at his final phrases and she couldn't meet his gaze. Physically, it was as if her smarter, more reliable self had yanked her from any possible contact with him, fearing the danger that might cause. In the stark silence, the sound of ruffling sleeves was audible and she turned back to stare at his hands that had ever so carefully grasped her arms. Instintinctively she glanced towards him with anger, ready to unleash a long slew of things to utter in the unbreakable silence to force him to let her go, but nothing left her lips. No word was seemingly sly enough to slip past her without her concsiously holding it back, pushing it back within the depths of her own mind.
Before she knew it, he was moving closer, and although she fought it he forced it upon her anyway. Her lids drooped, and it angered her, her knees buckled, and it infuriated her, her heart fluttered, seemingly took flight and left the restraints of her own body, and it maddened her beyond belief. As soon as he pulled away, her eyes stared back into his. The dancing gypsy's flames still mesmerizing them both. The warm colors washed over his face, allowing shadows to be cast upon the opposite side of his nose, the small dip in his forhead, under the crease that began his brow...
SMACK! Her hand had collided horribly with his face and she sensed it pulsing horribly moments before she could say a word. "Damn you Eric..." she half whispered to him, then without further restraint, brought his face to hers, backed him towards the wall, and pressed herself there, firmly lodging herself next to him. She kissed him fervently, with a passion she had felt before...and only with him. Her hands wrapped vice like about his neck and she refused to part.
For a moment they remained like this, and then her hands searched for his shirt as she savagely made to peel it from his skin. Her fate had been sealed and there was no retracing her steps on this one, for although one may wipe their prints from soil, snow, or sand, there is no way to take back a kiss...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 24, 2005 2:42:16 GMT -5
*As she gazed at him he was about to smile at her when suddenly she slapped him. He was certain this was the worst one yet as it continued to sting even after she cursed at him. He rubbed his cheek and opened his mouth to yell at her again when suddenly his face was pulled to hers and he was thrust up against the wall. She kissed him with a furious passion and before he knew it she had peeled his shirt away and tossed it aside.
So many thoughts of confusion were rushing through his head at once that all he could do for a long moment was stand there and blink stupidly at her.* What in the bloody hell was that? First you slap me and then you do this! *He exclaimed and suddenly a playful spark ignited in his eye.* I mean Im not complaining or anything just...I dont ever think Im going to completley figure you out. *He said, running a hand along her jawline. It seemed strange to him that one minute they could be yelling at each other as if it were the apocolypse of their relationship and the next be at their most intimate of moments.
He smiled and shook his head as his eyes roamed about her form lit softly by the candle. He let his hands run along her arms, over her shoulders, down her front, and around the small of her back and his eyes landed upon hers. Love and relief flooded his eyes and he unlaced her corset before scooping her up in his arms.* For a moment there, I thought you were really going to push me away. *He whispered, nustling her cheek with his. He kissed her softly and gently lowered her upon the bed. Sitting down beside her he wove his fingers through her curls and grinned.* None of this make sense. *He laughed but shrugged, supposing it didnt matter as he leaned over and kissed her again.
He had managed to keep her and this, he decided had been his greatest victory to date. He had never felt a fear or pain so intense as the one he expirienced only moments ago. It was all replaced however by a love that was so strong in him, he thought it a wonder it hadn't killed him.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 24, 2005 2:59:31 GMT -5
A playful smirk tugged at Evelyn's lips as he seemed confused by her actions, but she hadn't a word to say to him at the moment. She would only cause this beautiful mome to shatter and she wouldn't allow that to happen now...not ever again....although, she DID intend to talk soon enough...
His hands roamed briefly sending prickly goosebumps all about her skin. She continued to kiss him savagely when she felt her corset fall away. A hand gently smoothed from his neck, to his broad shoulder, and then down over his bare chest. She parted then as he made to sweep her up in his arms, a feat she STILL disapproved of, and spoke again. She made no comment to his, deciding to allow him to live in his oblivious and beautiful world. Evelyn had been ready to push him away, but he had brought her back, he had stayed, and deep down she felt he had fought for her.
Once seated he said something again and she merely smirked slightly before she was engulfed by him again. "Eric..." she whispered, pressing her palm gently upon his chest in order to pull away from him, if only but giving them both a few inches. "Eric...luv...thank you. For staying. For standing your ground...don' ever change." Her voice was halfway filled with pleading and the other half was simply filled with a stern finality. Her eyes danced over him for a few moments as she took him in. " 'm so sorry for the trouble Eric..." she half groaned as she buried her lips into his neck and gently passed them over the bandage that covered the wound Eric had acquired from earlier.
Her hands moved over his shoulders smoothly again, and she brought one of his hands to her face, giving him a soft smile. It was amazing how Evelyn could display any sort of cheer, even after something as heavy as the conversation they had been entangled in.
Her eyes turned warm again and she embraced him tightly, resting herself there for a moment, safely in the crook of his neck. Her lips settled upon his neck, and made a small trail towards his lips where she brought her hands and entangled them in his dark, blonde, tresses. Her eyes were closed as she allowed herself to be overwhelmed by him before bringing him down with her...melting away in what they had...undeniable...and noted out of the corner of her eye as the candle waxed, waned, and then was no more.
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Later that night Evelyn woke with a bit of a start. Her eyes shot open and they landed upon Eric. She smiled gently as she brushed a hand over his cheek. Her thoughts went momentarily back to the time they shared with eachother and she relished in the serenity found in his arms for a moment. Judging only by feeling, as their cabin had been engulfed by a silvery blue hue, she only sensed Eric's arm tightly wound around her. She had frightened him more than she knew, that she could instantly decipher judging by the rigidity in Eric's arms as he clung to her.
Yet another worry began to fill her mind and she felt the need to see him, for in fact, she didn't know what Sam's state was at this very moment, and curiosity was getting the better of her. For a moment she looked up at Eric's face, his chest rising against hers as he took in deep, steady, breaths. Her chocolate tendrils cascaded over his bare skin delicately. Moving towards his lips she gently kissed them before whispering a few words in his ear before tenderly moving Eric's arm from around her waist, allowing herself to slip from the covers, and search desperately for her clothing; every so often she looked over at Eric and even though an inkling stirred in the pit of her stomach to wake him and see what he had to say about what she had done, she stopped herself.
As she pulled on a pair of trousers and a loose shirt, she gently closed the door behind her as she made towards the cabin door she had percieved to be Sam's. Lanterns glowed radiantly as the ship rocked and her hand made for the doorknob before she turned it almost precariously. A small sliver of golden light peeked its way into Sam's room and Evelyn bit her lip slightly as she saw him laying upon his bed, a pale sickly color, with a wrap still firmly about his neck.
Making her way closer, Evelyn noted the crimson dye that had seeped onto it and she dropped her gaze. Taking up a nearby chair she sat by his side and took his hand in hers. "Poor guy..." she half whispered in the dark, her voice shattering the utter silence engulfing the room before dying out just as abruptly as it had come.
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Sam
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It's always nice to laugh at death in the face. But occasionally death gets to laugh back
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2005 0:09:23 GMT -5
Sam was in a deep...deep...painful sleep. He suddenly came back to himself and opened his eyes, for the creak of a door had disturbed them. A small stream of light came into the room...then a figure appeared in the doorway...was he dead? Was it an angel? He tried to speak but only a strange gurglely hiss came out. He must still be alive...but where was he? It must be the ship...how did he survive?
"Who.....is it?"
His words were barely words. He felt cold, he felt like he was already dead. He was still struggling for breaths and the fight with death seemed like it was about to end. He could feel the warmth of a hand holding his. He looked at the face...it was Evy.
"What happened? Where's Mark?"
The second part of his sentence was muffled by the struggle for air...his throat hurt something awful and he was begginning to feel light headed. He tried to sit up, he decided it would help stop the bleeding...He tried his best to cock a smile, but he only managed a minimal one.[/color]
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 26, 2005 0:17:57 GMT -5
As Eric gripped his hand tenderly she heard what seemed like words attempting to surface, yet only resulting in low gurlges she could barely deem audible. "Mark? If you're asking about Mark mate, he's fine." She stated with a small nod as she inched the chair closer to him and pulled back a strand of her curls behind her ear. "An' no worries Sam...its me...Evy." Her words came soft as honey, attempting to appeal to his ears and hoping he would stay consciously with her, if only to hear a soft, gentle, tone.
"I, I came to see you. How you holdin' up? Ya look much better." Evelyn had lied blatatnly, but she didn't show it. A small smirk tugged its way into place and her honeyed eyes were lit with hope. Her eyes darted abruptly towards the stains and the bandage about his throat. Then one of her own hands felt for her right eye and she could tell it was still swollen, not as bad perhaps, but the bruise remained circling the upper corner of her eye.
"Don' worry 'bout a thing Sam, you'll be alright. Ya missed a good fight though." She commented with a bit of a laugh trying to lighten the situation. "An', I'm sorry to wake you Sam, I just wanted to see if you were okay, tha's all." Evelyn stated with a nod quickly as she made ready to stand should he ask her to leave his side and come back later. The small creaking of a door was heard and the door to his room shut, the latch clicking gently into place, engulfing them in almost total darkness.
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Sam
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It's always nice to laugh at death in the face. But occasionally death gets to laugh back
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2005 0:35:18 GMT -5
Sam felt better just having someone to talk to. He didn't care who it was at the moment...he mostly just wanted to know what happened.
"Nice fight eh? Looks like you did well."
He could tell his speach was near impossible to understand, but it made him feel better hearing himself. He made a very weak effort to point at Evy's eye. He could tell by the look in her eyes that he looked bad.
"It's okay you know....you don't have to lie...I look bad don't I?"
He tried to laugh but it came out as a bloody gurgle. He began to feel colder as he sat there in the room, or maybe it was just becoming night or something? He hoped that that was what it was.
"I',m going to die aren't I? I guess you can only laugh at death so many times before it laughs back..."
He tried another smile, succeeding a bit more this time
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 26, 2005 0:49:05 GMT -5
Her eyes passed over Sam gently and she could sense he was somewhat excited just to have someone there. Pulling her chair even closer with a small scratch against the decks of his cabin she gripped his hand between both of hers and smiled even broader. He pointed at her eye and although his words were slurred she got the jist of it and attempted a small chuckle. "Yeah, bloody brillian' isn' it?" she asked as she arched a brow.
As he asked her about how he looked she shook her head but couldn't lie to him any longer. "Well, ya don' exactly look like your in your best condition Sam." She said grimly, her hands gently rubbing his, hoping the sense of touch would keep him there as well.
When he spoke again her blood went cold and she shook her head rather vigorously. "No Sam...you're not going to die, savvy?" she asked him as she gave him a stern look. "Yer goin' ta go on Sam. God knows I've stared death right in the face so many times I don' see how I'm still 'ere." She said in a low tone, almost as if speaking these words to herself. They reverberated within her melodiously and she attempted to block them from her mind. The ominous feeling of death shrouding her shot through her veins before her eyes fell back onto more important matters, and she took in Sam's face.
"Just stay with me Sam...please? Don' let go...for me?" she almost pleaded giving his hand an encouraging squeeze. Had Evelyn known any reason to toss at him to keep him alive she'd give it to him but she didn't and so could only ask him to stay. Evelyn had grown rather fond of the man, he was a good soul, she could see that, untainted, and she hoped he could preserve that within himself.
The only thing she thought might keep him there at the moment, was that she wanted him there, and that he had a friend. Evelyn would be his friend, that was what everyone needed, a good, loyal, friend, and she could give it to him, although she knew Mark filled that position himself.
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2005 1:03:01 GMT -5
He figured she would reassure him...in fact that is what he wanted. He wasn't ready to die...not yet. He couldn't feel her squeeze his hand, though he figured she did. She seemed to be begging him to stay alive, though it seemed out of his hands at the time. His eyes twitched about in his head a bit. He was looseing his sight, perhaps he was just blacking out again. His body calmed itself and he spoke
"I remember when I was a kid, how my dad wasn't really....around...much. But when ever he managed to see me, he would spend all his time with me. I remember one time I was in Egypt I think, and he was supposed to be home for my birthday, by then I had already served my few years in the military...but I woke up that morning and he wasn't there...I waited and waited...but he never came. You know what the last thing I said to him was?"
A tear made its way down his cheek.
"Don't leave without me dad. That's what I said to him...but he insisted that I stay home with my mother. He was killed several days later in a scirmish with some bandits. I suppose now I'll get to see him again eh?"
He felt very tired and his chest began to move slower, and lower...till it barely moved. He closed his eyes and his grip on Evy's hand realeased. He could see someone behind her, he smiled and remembered the face.
"Hi dad..."
He fell silent and his chest did not rise again...[/color]
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 26, 2005 1:18:55 GMT -5
Her jaw slowly dropped and her eyes scanned Sam. He wasn't looking well at all, not well at all. She couldn't stand this, sitting here, watching him slip away. For a moment she pondered simply storming out, she didn't want to witness something like this again.
Soon enough he began to reminesce and it almost made Evelyn sick to her stomach. She turned away from him a bit angrily, upset that he could just try and let go like this. He told his father and she turned back, jerking her head up to look him over. "S, Sam...I..." Evelyn smiled gently as she placed a hand on his forehead. His eyes were distant now and she barely took in a word. All she could see was death encroaching over his body and she wouldn't stand for it, she wouldn't stand for someone else to be pulled from her.
He closed his eyes and his hand slacked. "Sam? SAM!?" Evelyn asked a bit desperately. "NO! SAM! COME BACK!" she called out to him in the the defeaning silence of the night. "SAM, please!" she called. She was becoming desperate and for a moment her eyes were dead as well, steadily staring into his immovable chest.
She jumped out of her chair, something moved her, and she had to try. She moved his body over slightly and then leaned over him, closing her eyes a bit, before pinching his nose and placed her lips over his and blowing gently, hoping all he needed was a clean bit of air. She should have seen it before, the gurgling speech, the choking, he was clearly not able to breathe....right?
That's it...just some air...that's what he needed. Pressing her lips onto his she breathed in, paused and then continued. He would live...she knew it...he had to...for her sanity..."Please Sam...come back..."
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Sam
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It's always nice to laugh at death in the face. But occasionally death gets to laugh back
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Post by Sam on Feb 26, 2005 1:33:27 GMT -5
Sam was hardly aware of himself. He felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing, tasted nothing. He could faintly hear someone yelling his name, but they seemed miles away. Suddenly life came flooding back to him. He saw for a split second Evy's face. His eyes opened wide and he gulped for air. He now had air in his lungs, but the force applied to get the air to his lungs had opened the wound in his throat again, and he began to bleed once more. He placed his hand around his throat and garbled something that even he did not understand. His heart was pumping quickly and his head ached. He felt like his heart would burst at any moment.
"Aaaaaarrrrghhhhhhhh! Evy! It.....hurts! AHHHHHRRRRRR! Evy!"
He suddenly fell calm and his breathing slowed once more, but his chest continued to rise and fall...he fell into another deep sleep.
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 26, 2005 1:41:44 GMT -5
Mark burst awake and moved out of his bed, though it pained him much. He burst into the main hall and into Sam's room. Evy was there and he moved over to the bedside.
"He's still alive?"
He asked. He looked his friend over. He didn't look so good. He'd gladly change places with him...it pained him to see his young friend like this
"How's your eye? Looks better."
Mark asked as he pointed to her eye.
"If you want to leave you can...I can watch over him for now...ouch!"
He said as he he managed to hit his chest against the bed.
"I don't thin either of us would mind if you stayed though."
Mark said as he looked at Sam
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Rhys Tolen
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The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Feb 26, 2005 20:11:21 GMT -5
Rhys groaned and turned over. The water was cold and salty making her shiver and curl up into a tight ball. Her head pounded, stomach was filled with gut wrenching pain, and a random wound on her leg slowly oozed blood. She didn't know how long she had been stuck there. Didn't know how long it was going to be before someone noticed her absence. All she could think was that she was going to be stuck in the dang cell for a very long time. That and the fact that she couldn't believe that they had chosen a ship that had a small hole near the jail cell! "I'm beginning to hate this," she mumbled. She was hungry, thirsty, and hurt. Her voice was nearly gone from yelling to get someone's attention. But it was almost as if everyone had been off the ship. She started to cough viciously, curling up into a tighter ball. Rhys had never been colder. Wet, sticky red hair clung to her face and she sighed as the coughs subsided. She was getting sick, and it would only get worse as the time went on. Her body was telling her that if she didn't get out of this hell hole she wasn't going to last very long without food or water. She was just hoping that someone would find her soon. (OOC: Sorry I've been gone everyone! I've been really busy and dealing with a few problems! But I just got back from Disney! Went down for a week to march in a parade and have an ickle concert with my band. So much fun! And yes I went on pirates! A sent my dear sister a coconut! ^.^ Hope to talk to everyone soon! Missed you all!)
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Mark Andrews
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Post by Mark Andrews on Feb 27, 2005 0:50:20 GMT -5
((OOC: HULLO RHYS! YOU LIVE! I'm a bit confused on ur post. Where are ye and when did you get there? When I know methinks I will post back. P.S. Mark missed you *wink wink*))
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