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Post by Evelyn on Feb 27, 2005 1:33:15 GMT -5
As Evelyn attempted to revive Sam she heard a gurgle and backed up. He gave a yell and she cringed slightly knowing she had only caused him further pain. "Oh! Bloody hell sorry Sam..." she said with a bit of a relieved sigh. The wound seemed to have reopened or sustain serious stress and her honeyed eyes glanced towards his bandage. "Gah, I'll 'ave ta change that." She half murmered.
It was then however, that Mark came bursting into the room and Evelyn jumped slightly. "Christ mate...Don' worry Mark, Sam's gettin' better." Evelyn offered as she cracked a small grin. Things were looking somewhat better now and she pulled back a tendril from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. As he commented on her eye she gave a nod. "Thanks mate. Le's hope its gettin' better, 'm not too sure Eric likes the whole 'blackened eye' look." She jested meekly, attempting to assuage their current situation over with a bit of humor.
Her eyes passed over him and she noticed he too was still injured and she sighed heavily. "I's good ta see yer alright Mark." She stated, giving a nod and laying a delicate hand upon his shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze.
He made his way over to the bed and gave a slight cry in pain and she glanced about the room. She could very well leave, he was in good care, and she wanted to get back to Eric before he woke. Evelyn would never like to have spent a night with Eric that way and then find him missing when she woke, and she'd expect he'd feel the same way. "Right...well I s'ppose I can go, but I was jus' goin' ta clean him up a bit, savvy?" She explained as she arched a brow.
Allowing Mark to stand and slip out of her way, she kneeled by Sam's bedside and looked around briefly for a change of bandages. Apparently, whoever left Sam there before, had thought through enough to leave extra bandages. Evelyn briefly smiled at this before roughly taking up a few lengths of the linen and then gently removing Sam's crimson stained ones.
"So Mark, how've you been holdin' up?" She asked Mark, tossing a glance over at him. There was the sound of groaning as she moved Sam a bit to remove the linen and replace it with the crisp, clean, new ones. Evelyn had harsh hands, yet as Eric had learned, she knew how to adjust them so that they moved cautiously when they needed to.
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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 27, 2005 1:49:23 GMT -5
Mark grinned a bit. He looked up at Evy when she asked him how he was.
"I spose I can't complain..."
He said as he moved some stray hair from his face. He watched as she changed the mans bandages and he waved when she left. He sat with Sam for awhile and began to doze off when he heard a strange noise. It was like a muffled yell. He cocked a brow and looked around a moment. It was gone...then there....then gone. He got up out of his chair and put his ear to the floor. It was deffinately coming from below decks. He moved out into the hall and began to decend into the ship. It was dark and wet below the decks. It was louder now. He moved into a room and could see a figure in the corner in a small cell. He looked at it for a moment and then noticed the red hair.
"RHYS! What the hell! Don't worry luv! I'll get you out of there!"
He found a pick, he hadn't the slightest clue why it was here, and swung hard at the lock on the door. The lock burst off the door in a clang and sparks. He quickly opened the door and scooped the woman up. He brushed some red tufts of hair away from her face.
"Are you okay? Can you hear me!?"
He immediately began to move up the deck levels and finally came to her cabin. He layed her in her bed and got out a fresh pair of clothes for her. He dressed her, and he felt rather awkward. He put the covers over her and moved to the dinning hall and went into the kitchen and made some soup. He got some water and went back to her room. By now he was exhausted and he gave her the food on a small tray.
"How did you end up down there?"
He asked. It couldn't have been when Puck had transported them to the ship, perhaps one of the men in the black cloaks had gotten on board and done it...if that was the case he felt like he would grab his sword and seek them all and kill them all...even if it meant his own death. He cared for this woman very much, yet he didn't feel that she felt the same, but at the moment he was more concerned with finding out how she had gotten there.
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Rhys Tolen
Councellor/First Mate
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Feb 27, 2005 22:13:30 GMT -5
"How did you end up down there?" was the first thing Rhys heard as she came to. She snuggled into the warmth and softness around her before opening her eyes to discover she was in her own cabin.
"What?" was all she managed to say before Mark's face came into her line of vision. She managed to crack a small smile and whispered hoarsly, "Figured if anyone found me it would be you." She curled up her body wracked with coughs.
As the coughing subsided she reached for the glass of water and slowly, shakily brought it to her lips. Taking a small sip, and managing to get more of it down her shirt than in her mouth she swallowed. The young theif knew from experience that drinking or eating too much after a long time without food or water could make her sick. She was careful not to go to fast.
Setting the glass down again, she looked up at Mark, the one person besides her brother she was finding herself able to depend on. "Never thought I would be so happy to see someone," she managed to tell him. "But as for your question," she added trying to distance herself from him. She had finally remembered her pact with herself to not get close to anyone again. "I have no idea how I got locked in there. Last thing I remember was going down to clean up a few things and then waking up laying in there." She closed her eyes and curled up further under her blankets, just the thought of her stay making her cold again.
Eyes shut tightly, Rhys whispered, "I always seem to end up in trouble, never able to take care of myself..."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 28, 2005 0:54:57 GMT -5
*Evelyn had been the first of them to fall asleep as they parted and curled into one another beneath the warmth and comfort of the blankets. He gazed at her face with tender eyes as he slipped an arm tightly about her and kissed her forehead. It was indescribable the fear he had faced when he thought he was loosing her. For a moment he had truely believed he was alone again and the feeling he was certain was worse than death itself. Nothing in this world felt more right to him then being with Evelyn and having her here, like this now in his arms...so close...
he shook his head slightly and smiled as she shifted a bit in her sleep and he moved the dark tendril that slipped in front of her face. It was as if he were afraid of falling asleep himself, as if he would never see her again. He knew it was a stupid feeling really but he felt it none the less. Finally his lids drooped and he fell asleep, though his grip about her didn't loosen. His chest rose and fell steadily and his head tipped into the pillow, leaning gently against her own.
As the night wore on he felt her shift beneath his grasp and though he stirred lightly, his arm falling over the edge of the bed, he didn't wake. He frowned a little, even whimpered but the moment passed and his features were calm again. Suddenly a faint echo of a shout reverbirated through his mind and his eyes fluttered open and he sat up. He listened quietly but heard it no more. Figuring it must have been in his dreams he yawned, stretched, and suddenly realized Evelyn wasn't there.
His heart lept into his throat and his stomach churned. For a moment he had been about to panic, thinking she had chosen to leave him anyways. However his eyes landed on her boots and he knew she wouldn't go far without those. He was comforted slightly, figuring she must have been woken from her nightmares and simply went out for a walk. Or rather he hoped that was her reasoning. Slipping quickly out of bed with the intentions of finding her he threw on his trousers and sat down on a stool to slip on his boots.
Rushing about the decks yet still trying to maintaine a casual demenor he scanned about him for Evelyn but found nothing. If she was getting relief from a nightmare she wouldn't be walking around below decks, so that explination was out. Frowning and rubbing the back of his neck he was beginning to grow slightly worried. Surely she wasn't still angry with him, not after their prior engagement.
He slipped below decks again and was just about to walk past their cabin when Evelyn turned the corner and bumped right into him. He smiled and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed blood upon her hands and he cocked a brow.* Where....where did you go? *He asked curiously, wondering if the blood were her own or someone elses.*
((ooc: Welcome back Rhys! *huggles and clings* ))
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 1:12:26 GMT -5
Evelyn gave a small nod towards Mark as she left Sam's room, giving one last concerned glance towards him, before slipping out. She closed the door with a small click and resulted to standing in the hallway for a few moments.
The lamps now burned quite low and her eyes lingered upon their waning flames for a moment, instantly making a connection to the candle in her room, and remembering the events that had taken place with Eric. A gentle smile crept itself into place and she stood there momentarily.
The ship lurched a bit violently then and she was forced off balance but held her own. Lifting her brows she stared around her and upwards as if she could tell the conditions of the skies from her current position. "Looks like tha' bloody storm's not done yet." She muttered to herself and made to bite her nails when she noticed the crimson stains upon them. Shaking her head slighly she decided hurrying back to bed and with clean hands would be her best option at the moment. If Eric were to find her in her current state she knew it'd alarm him.
Her bare feet slapped gently onto the wooden floors and she was instantly aware that she had not put on her boots. The feel of the splintery, hard wood, was uncomfortable, and her toes curled in slightly in discomfort.
Rounding a corner however, she unwillingly bumped into him. "E, E, Eric." She half stuttered, jumping slightly and then pulling back a few tendrils from her face. "Where did I go? Ah, actually I went to see Sam." She let her voice fall slightly but kept her eyes lifted to meet his. "Ah, and well this..." she rubbed her hands upon her trousers slightly but the coloring continued to glow in the firelight. "I was helpin' Sam out."
For a moment, she pondered spilling it all, telling him about how she had almost witnessed Sam die right then and there, that she forced air into him again, but she didn't say a word. She supposed it was better he didn't hear anything else distressful from her tonight. It had shaken her some, but Evelyn was quite used to this sort of thing by now, and she supposed as long as a person lived, there was nothing to tell.
"Sorry Eric. I was going back to the room right now and clean up. Didn' necessarily want ya ta see me like this, actually, covered in blood and comin' out of another man's room doesn't sound all tha' great does it...'specially after we...well er...ya know." She half smiled in order to smooth out the wrinkles Eric no doubt would find in her explanation.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 28, 2005 1:40:30 GMT -5
*Erics brow rose all the more and he glanced in the direction of Sams cabin before looking back at Evelyn. His face looked rather thoughtful as if he were trying to piece together the missing bits of her story but it was fruitless and he continued looking her over, his eyes finally coming to a rest on her bloody hands. He reached out and grabbed them, looking them over and then let them go and looked back into her honey eyes.* This isn't your blood then? *He asked in relief. He had worried for a moment that she had sustained more injury than he thought, though he was certain he would have noticed it earlier. You cant be that close to someone and miss out on a detail like a serious wound!
His own was still throbbing slightly though the pain had dulled some and it was rather bareable now, nothing he couldn't handle. When she said she had been with Sam and was helping him out he nodded.* He's doing okay then? *He asked, still very concerned over whether or not the lad was going to make it. It seemed a miracle that his throat was slit and yet he was still alive to talk about it, that was a rarity indeed and Eric figured he must still have some purpose to still be alive. He was a good man, maybe that in and of itself had been the reason and even though Eric was rather jealous of him and the way he would flirt with Evy he still wanted him to make it.
He followed her back to their bedroom and over to the washbasin. With a slight grin he scooped up the washcloth she had chucked on the floor and dipped it in the water, wringing it out a little and handing it to her. He leaned against the wall with one arm and stared at her.* So...what all did you do for Sam? *He asked, trying to sound casual.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 1:59:08 GMT -5
Evelyn looked over Eric as his dark brows furrowed. He was obviously not too satisfied with her current, compacted, version of the actual events that had occured with Sam. "No, Eric. It isn' my blood. No worries." She said lifting her arms slightly displaying herself for him. "An' yeah, he's doin'...erm alright." She stated with a small nod, wanting briefly to reach out and gently smooth her hand over his cheek, but figuring he wouldn't exactly like that with the way her hands were at the moment.
She made her way towards their cabin then and made towards the wash basin ready to clean herself up but found Eric had already taken up the initiative to help her out in that endeavor. Taking the washcloth in her hand she made to take a seat upon the edge of the bed and sighed as she concentrated on washing away the blood from her hands. When he spoke she didn't meet his eyes and instead pretended to be utterly captured by the small task she was embarking upon at the moment.
"I er, well not much. Paid him a visit, made sure he was alright, changed his bandaid." She stated flatly. Once she glanced up at him again she changed the subject quickly. "So Eric, how'd ya sleep? I mean erm, after...well ya know." A small smirk crept into place but faded quickly. "Sorry 'bout leavin'. I won' do it anymore, promise. I jus', I know I wouldn' want ta wake and not find you there after something like that, you know? Means a lot to me."
Her voice seemed to take up the soundless void around them for a moment but then would fade and be no more. The stagnant silence seemed to beg to be filled with something but for some reason, everything that had happened within the past few hours or so had left her a bit lost. She wasn't sure about where to organize too many of her emotions or even what she felt at the moment, but she was sure of one thing. And he was standing but a few feet from her and she supposed for now, that's all she needed to be sure of.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 28, 2005 2:22:21 GMT -5
*Eric watched as Evelyn seemed to be completley engrossed in washing the blood from her hands and he rubbed his neck. He felt like she was hiding something from him and her actions only continued to strengthen his beliefs. It was doubtful that anyone would focus that much attention on washing their hands. Finally she answered his question though it was breif and was quickly replaced by a new question.
He stood back up off the wall though didn't move anywhere. He wrapped his arms about his bare torso and simply looked at her for a moment before deciding to go on ahead and answer her question, figuring she was really curious about it and wasn't using it purely for the reason of changing the subject.* I slept good, was just a little worried when I woke up was all. You don't have to appologize for it though. I understand you wanted to go check up on Sam. *He said, fidgeting a bit in his spot. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so jealous over all of this, maybe it was because she was taking care of another man that wasn't him, or maybe it was because he knew Sam liked her and was stupidly worried that she would fall for him in return.
With a sigh he fought the thoughts off, certain that she would be his until the day he died. He knew he would always be hers, even if something ever were to happen to her. He'd never be with anyone else. Slowly he went over and sat back down beside her.* Thats good Sams alright then. Did he show any signs of passing away at all? *He asked in a tone that was both curious and concerned. He knew she still wasn't saying it all and it was bothering him, as if something happened between her and Sam that she didn't want him to know about.*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 2:34:48 GMT -5
Eric fidgeted slightly and she could tell Eric was a bit concerned. She watched him as he made his way towards her and took a seat and her eyes drifted slowly towards the port hole. The skies were a marble like silvery gray and a small rumble was heard in the distance. Pulling her gaze back towards him she smiled. His next quetion to her came a bit abruptly and she lifted her brows in surprise.
For a moment, she attempted to play it off, and gave a chuckle but shook her head. She figured she can't lie to him and keep what happened from him. If he wanted to know, she'd tell him, if only to quell his suspicion. "Actually mate, Sam did seem ta...let go...almost." Her eyes stared off towards the wall opposite her. Her gaze almost zombie like. "I was there Eric, and for a moment I thought he would jus', die on me." She shivered slightly from the thought, as if she too could feel the cold breath of death wash over her.
Evelyn was beginning to feel a sort of eerie connection with death and it frightened her some but she was damned determined that if she would leave this world, it wouldn't be for nothing. "I guess it jus'...I didn' want him dead first off, but ye know...I guess I almost felt an odd sor' of connection with it which isn't too pleasant but..." Evelyn shrugged. It was becoming much easier now to tell Eric everything that was on her mind, every aspect, every tremor, every shadow that passed through it. It was a relief.
Looking back up at him she smiled tenderly and touched his cheek. "But don' worry mate. Nothin' to worry 'bout." She leaned in, hearing the slight crunch of sheets as she did so, and brushed her lips onto the corner of his lips gently.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 28, 2005 2:55:43 GMT -5
*Eric scooped up one of Evelyns freshly cleaned hands and played with it a little as she spoke. Her hands weren't silky smooth but he had always enjoyed their touch none the less. He had always found comfort in her grasp and in her touch, even now when he felt left out of something he could find it. Moving his eyes from her hand to her own gaze slowly he nodded as she said she had a sort of connection with death.
He supposed they had both witnessed pleanty of death in their life and yet had both been fortunate enough to always escape it themselves, even in the most desperate of situations when everything seemed hopeless. It was a wonder really that either of them was still alive, that had to mean something. He smiled a little when she said there was nothing for him to worry about and then kissed him ever so slightly, almost teasingly. He closed his eyes for a moment, kissing her again and then slowly he pulled away and released her hand.
Smoothing his own over her cheek he let his eyes roam her face and then glanced towards the door.* I think I'll go see him later in the morning. By the sounds of it he should probably rest right now. *He stated thoughtfully turning back to her. He yawned and shifted so that he was laying down behind her in the bed but still being close enough to her to slip his hand through her own that was resting at her side. He was gazing up at her still as if waiting for her to turn and meet his gaze.* Evelyn, do you ever wonder why we've both made it this far? *He asked randomly, having his own explination but not wanting to say it aloud incase she thought the question was foolish*
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 3:07:35 GMT -5
Eric seemed comforted by her explanation for a moment and she let it sit at that. He kissed her back tenderly and then lay down taking her hand in his as he did. She squeezed it gently, but remained looking on ahead of her, taking a glance again at the port hole before turning to look at Eric. He looked to be utterly comfortable where he lay and felt the urge to fall by his side as well.
She fell down to meet him and sighed heavily as she pondered exactly how to answer. "Why we've made it this far...hm...I dunno really." She answered quite truthfully really. There was nothing poetic stirring within her at the moment and Evelyn hardly reserved much sense at all really and so left it at that for now. Just simple words to fill the answer Eric awaited from her. She curled up against him and closed her eyes, staring into his chest for a moment, and took a deep breath.
"I don' wanna think too much anymore Eric. Why don' you do it for me, mate?" she asked as she arched a brow and molded into Eric's embrace a bit further. Evelyn loved the warmth and comfort she could find in him and wasted no time and slipping into that intimate embrace he seemed to hold just for her.
She then took a few rythmic breaths taking in the warm moment, but still remained tentative and ready to take in whatever he had to say. Eric tended to have wonderful, very thoughtful things to say at times, and she would be ready to take in another bit of it again...either that or his typical awkward attempts at humor, both of which would fill the silence beautifully for her.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Feb 28, 2005 3:28:22 GMT -5
*Eric moved a bit so that she could lay down beside him and swiftly but gently wrapped his arms about her and pulled her into him. They were both still rather battered and any movements that were too firm tended to hurt a bit too much to be enjoyable and so for now he was content with keeping things slow and careful. As she curled into him he caressed her hair, resting his chin atop her head and gazing at the beam of silver moonlight that was ever so slowly melting into a buttery glow.
For a moment he was silent, pondering exactly what he wanted to say when she asked him to do the thinking for her. Usually he would crack a joke or do something oddly humerous at moments like these when it seemed that a serious tone would fit better. However this time no joke or humerous notion came to mind, only the sincerity of his own answer.* I dunno, I suppose I thinks its for a few different reasons, don't know if any of them are right though. *He began, glancing back at her as he continued caressing her hair.* I think that despite all the death we've faced in our lives that we were never meant to face our own deaths alone. I think about my family a lot, how much I miss them and how I wish I could of had more time with them. Especially with Melissa. *He stated though his voice was neither sad nor angry, it was simply thoughtful. He stopped stroking her hair now and let his hand slip under her arm and over her back.* But then I think if I got my wish and I had grown up with them in England...wealthy still...my life never would have led me to you. I suppose to me the reason we've lasted is because with you around I dont feel anything but this yearning to keep living. I refuse to loose you and so I fight with a passion that it seems death just isnt strong enough to beat. *He said and his voice fell, allowing a silence to fill the room though this time it wasn't uncomfortable.
Closing his eyes he burried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.* I'll never stop fighting for you. *He whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He couldn't help but feel a little sappy and was certain Evelyn was thinking the same thing. It was rare that they spoke like this but on occassion it seemed like they needed to.*
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