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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 16:22:48 GMT -5
This'll take place....maybe about a year after El Dorado. And We'll be visiting Port Royale. Jack Sparrow and Co have been "peacefully" sailing the Caribbean for nearly a year now. Carefully keeping an eye on Port Royale and waiting for word on Will and Elizabeth's child. It's around this time when news reaches them about the Turner child they decide to visit the sleepy fort and enjoy themselves. And harass the stationed Navy and Norrington of course. (I mean honestly, it's fun) However a traitor makes their way onto the Black Pearl there. When Jack and his crew get out of the harbor, the ship is set on fire and explodes. (Yes, I destroyed the BLACK PEARL! *plays dramatic music*) Jack is furious, as is to be expected,and sinks into a depression of sorts. Finally while in Port Royale he and Will hear an old legend. A old medallion that can turn back time. Of course this could very well be true, after all Jack and his crew have seen it wouldn't exactlly be a far stretch. But the problem is this. The Medallion was broken by it's makers. Three pieces spread across the Seas. The pieces have to be found and united before it can work, assuming of course it does. Jack wants to use the medallion to reverse time and save his beloved ship. But the medallion was destroyed for a reason. The power to change time is not something to be taken lightly. And in the hands of a pirate, no matter how noble the cause, its a dangerous thing. NOTE: It's worth saying and mentioning the origins of this plot. "All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you." It was a rather odd thing that I was listening to the POTC soundtrack while looking at A ROTK trailer. And that wonderful quote from Gandalf is what gave this rpg its heart. Rules: 1. no spamming 2. ALWAYS STAY IN CHARACTER 3. NO cursing!!!! 4. Common curtesy is a must 5. NO GODMODING (unless otherwise stated) 6. have fun maties Current Going Ons: The crew has been transported to a ship, via Puck and all his madness. Mark is a aboard, as are the Turners, including James. I just realized we've not given a name to the Medallion we're after. So I'm giving it a name after a Persian god. Don't ask why. It just seems right. I'm calling it the medallion of Ahura Mazda. For a little back ground history on said god...here you go. He's one of the top gods in Persian myth....all wise and all knowing. A god dedicated to the destruction of darkness and lies. His symbol was a winged disc....and that is what the Medallion will look like. A gold circle with two wings, which have been broken off and we'll find them. Savvy? All righty then, so that's the story, lets go and have some fun then shall we? NOTE! NOTE! NOTE! NOTE! NOTE! NOTE! NOTE! All right! So we've all been kinda gone a while..and the RPG slowed majorly....I am sorry for my lack of participation in the matter.....and I'll be back more often soon...alright? But because of this...I'm planning a bit of a small time jump....which shouldn't effect much but it'll move the game along...savvy? Hope this works!!! On Another Note: The RPG has been stagnant and Jack's been gone for a LONG bit and won't be back for another bit as well, so we should all just try and push this plot along. We know what we're after, now let's get to it! Have Fun Guys!
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Post by Evelyn on Feb 28, 2005 23:30:12 GMT -5
Evelyn lay there for a few moments, simply breathing and being there with Eric, and took in all he had to say. She gazed over his bare skin for a moment as he spoke and gave a heavy sigh. What he said touched her and a coy smile crept its way into place. Evelyn had of course put good thought into the matter he had just spoke to her about but was not in the mood to discuss such heavy subjects with him. "Aw, ye'd fight fer me?" she asked giving him a large beaming grin, "An' I jus' though' ye were taggin' along fer the rum?" She jested, digging her finger gently into Eric's side.
She drew her lips to meet his and kissed him passionately for a few moments, lingering there for a few moments and heatedly proceeding on before she forced herself away with a small laugh. "And I'd love ta continue tha' little bit but at the momen' I'm a bit hungry." She said with a smirk, plaing a hand upon his cheek for a moment, planting a kiss gently again on his lips, and then almost pried herself away from him.
"I have ta admit Eric, it is a bit temptin' jus' stayin' here bein' bloody useless with you all day...actually...it wouldn' be too useless, we'd get some work done," She said softly as she began slipping her boots on and looked over her shoulder at him offering him a wink at the end of her phrase. Evelyn stomped her foot hard on the wooden floors forcing the boot into place. "but, again, my stomach's rulin' over certain other feelings at the moment. Sorry." She half laughed as she stood, faced him, and smiled, pulling back chocolate tendrils behind her ears.
Her eyes searched the decks of their cabin for a moment and she scanned briefly for her weaponry but noted she hadn't spotted her dagger in some time, the one Jack had so generously given her. "Hm, Eric luv, ye haven' see Jack's present ta me, have ye?" she asked arching a brow and beginning to turn their meager belongings over as she searched for it.
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Post by Mark Andrews on Mar 1, 2005 0:21:21 GMT -5
Rhys ordeal hadn't changed her any...she was still holding herself from him. He didn't like the feeling that that gave him.
"I hope you feel better soon, we can't all be on the WIA list now can we? I don't suppose you heard about any of it? We I can assume you figured out that I'm not myself...Sam got attacked, nearly killed. I was injured, and poor Eric got shot...but he's okay...I think we're all going to be okay. I am still worried about Sam though...poor bloke got his throat slit...all because of me...but I suppose you need your rest...I'll come back later when you feel more like talking."
He got up and was about to walk out when he couldn't help himself.
"Why do you do that? Try to distance yourself from me? You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you...I care about you Rhys...I just hope that one day you will see that..."
His eyes showed his hurt..he closed the door before she could answer, he didn't want to trouble either of them with it at the moment. He went back to his room and fed Lucky. He let the little critter walk around on his bed.
"Each voyage seems to get worse doesn't it pal? Though I suppose it couldn't get any worse...at least I don't have a pungee stick in my side right?"
The mouse looked up at him as though he was listening and then proceeded to roll around on the bed and would stop for a moment to look up at his master. Mark smiled and rolled his eyes. The little creature continued with this game for quite some time.
"If only my life was as simple as yours Lucky..."
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 1, 2005 2:24:12 GMT -5
*Eric laughed warmly and twitched a little as she proded him in the side.* Well, that too, *He grinned, lowering his eyes but not closing them as she kissed him passionatley for a long moment. He noticed she had to force herself away from him and he couldn't help but take some kind of pride in that, at least he knew now that he wasn't the only one who had to do that.
He rolled over on his back, resting his arms behind his head as she slipped her legs over the edge of the bed. He gazed up at the bland ceiling, his eyes roaming about the various cracks that were spreading through the wood as the ship gradually aged. The more she talked about food the more he realized he was actually hungry as well. His stomach even growled in protest at the lack of food it had recieved over the past few days.
He climbed out of bed as well and threw on his shirt and had just begun to button the top few buttons when Evelyn inquired about her dagger. He tapped his chin for a moment trying to recall the last place he saw it when suddenly he groaned and wondered if his thoughts held any truth.* You didn't loose it back in the caves did you? *He asked nervously, slipping on his boots. He wasn't too excited about going back to the place, not with those hooded men still around it somewhere. But he figured the dagger must have meant a lot to her or she wouldnt have wondered about it in the first place.*
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Mar 1, 2005 21:31:53 GMT -5
Rhys watched as Mark left the room. She felt like her heart was torn in half a new as he spoke to her. When the door closed, she shut her eyes and tried to keep the pain back. It was too much. Too much pain she had been holding in for too long.
Something in her snapped right then. She swung her legs over the side of her bunk and stood up quickly. With a small yelp she was laying on the floor still weak from lack of food and water. She cursed up a storm and slowly crawled for the door. This wasn't going to stop her!
She paused to rest in the middle of the hallway. "I need help and I need to start small," she mumbled to herself. After regaining some strength she managed to crawl her way to Eric and Eve's cabin. Using her little strength left she lifted her hand and knocked on the door. "Eve... Eric... I need a little help..."
(OOC: Missed y'all too! Hope I can catch everyone on IM soon!)
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 2, 2005 0:58:49 GMT -5
Evelyn's eyes searched furiously around the room then. "Bloody 'ell..." she was heard murmering to herself as she paced around. She instantly tossed a pillow from off their bed, stared under it, not ready to dive under the bed to get it herself. "Gah, Eric, if I've bloody left tha' dagger behind...we'll jus'...'ave ta go an' get it." She muttered as she sat there on the floor, her hair slightly tossled from craning her neck under the wooden bed and then snapping it back to attention.
She bit her nails as she sat there for a moment, pondering things over. Jack's gift to her was priceless, quite literally, and she wasn't about to give it up so easily. Evelyn would just have to go back and she rolled her eyes at herself as as she stood. The boat rocked a bit more violently with the choppy waves. Evelyn turned around and furrowed her brows.
She sighed heavily and lazily placed her arms around his neck. The glow through the port hole was slowly changing into a warm, glow, and for a moment she was allowing herself to linger there and whispered playfully in Eric's ear. "Looks like we'll have ta go back to the cave." She gently pat his shoulder then, tenderly placing her hand over his bandaged wound. Her smirk spread wide and she kissed him again before she heard a faint knock on their door.
Arching a brow she glanced Eric over in an accusatory fashion. "Did ya hear tha'?" she asked. Slipping away from him she turned towards the door and slowly made her way towards it. Moments before she reached it she paused, hearing her name, and then rushed to it. Turning the knob she stared straight ahead and saw nothing.
Finally she heard a bit of a flop and looked down. "Bloody Christ! Rhys?" she queried, bending over instantly. "Jesus, wha' happened to ya?" Evelyn instantly hooked her arms underneath her arms and began dragging her inside. Straining a bit, Evelyn turned her head and looked Eric over. "Well don' jus' bloody stand there!" she barked with a shocked look, pulling Rhys desperately towards their bed.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 2, 2005 1:23:31 GMT -5
*Eric glanced at Evelyn with a raised brow and a rather large grin as she bent over on the floor and peered under the bed for the dagger. If it was under there he was going to laugh. He would afterall be the one who would have to get it for her if it was and he didn't see where there would be any harm in playing with her a bit over it. However it didn't seem the dagger was there, he'd have to wait for another time to toy with her.
When she rose and threw her arms about his neck he slipped his hands casually about her waist and starred at her with a rather amused look upon his face. The warm light from the window cast a glow about Evelyn that made her look far too innocent and he chuckled ever so softly at this. He glanced down at his shoulder as she touched it and frowned a little. The wound still throbbed and was obviously beginning to form quite a nasty bruise but it was bareable. As she kissed him he tenderly kissed her back and then rolled his eyes.* I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be! *He grunted sarcastically, not real thrilled with the prospect of going back to the caves. And he knew there was no way in hell he'd convince Evelyn to stay behind this time. In a way he didn't really want her to, if he was going to go too he prefered her company this time.
When there was a knock at the door she cast him an accusatory look and he cocked a brow.* What're you looking at me like that for? Yes I heard it. *He stated, glancing over at it, wondering if it was Mark, or maybe even Sam. The young lad didn't seem like the type that would stay in bed as long as he needed to. He stayed put as she went to the door but when he heard a gentle thud and Evelyn cry out Rhys' name a look of alarm washed over his face and he rushed to them.
He frowned as he saw the woman on the floor looking far too weak for comfort. He grabbed Evys shoulder and gave her a look which stated he would take it from there and lifted Rhys from off the floor, carrying her over to their bed and setting her upon the edge of it. Kneeling down in front of her he frowned up at her, his eyes looking her over.* Rhys, what happened? Are you alright? *He asked concerned. Rising to his feet again he grabbed a tall pitcher of water and poured her some in a small tin cup, handing it over to her.* Its warm but it'll help some, at least for now. *He stated, glancing at Evy as if to say that water would be better than rum. Looking back at Rhys he waited eagerly to find out what happened to her, he had a bad feeling the hooded men had gotten to her as well.*
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Mar 2, 2005 14:14:19 GMT -5
The theif cracked a grin for Eve and Eric as they pulled her into their cabin and got her situated on the bed. Taking the water from Eric she spoke in a small raspy voice, "Don't worry, it's not that bad. I'm slowly getting food back into my system I just can't do to much at the moment." She grinned. "Mark found me locked in the jail cell not to long ago," she explained to them quickly.
"But that's not why I'm here," she "I..." her voice died and she took a small sip of water before attempting to speak again. "I..." she looked down slightly embarassed, "I wanted to say sorry. I've been putting up a barrier to keep people from getting close to me again, even when you've been nice to me." She sighed slightly. "I just didn't want to have to make another stupid decision." Blue eyes lifted once more to watch the pair.
Brushing her embarassment and their responses off she flashed a fake grin. "That and I need a bit of help getting to Mark's room." The grin fading she mumbled, "I've done a few things that I shouldn't have to him and desperately need to speak with him."
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 2, 2005 22:26:48 GMT -5
Evelyn looked Rhys over with a peculiar look. Locked in a jail cell? For a moment a wave of guilt passed over her but just as quickly as it had come it had left as well. The girl was in clear distress, physically, and she watched as she struggled to simply intake a small portion of water. When she spoke again Evelyn smirked gently. "Aw, there's no need ta apologize Rhys. We understan' perfectly, eh Eric?" she commented as she arched a brow and looked Eric over with a critical eye. They too have had to go through the same sort of phase in their relationship and knew Rhys' position perfectly.
"Haha, an' tryin' ta hitch a ride ta Mark's I see? Bloody pirates, always lookin' for their own gain." She said with a small laugh. "Eric'll take ya there, savvy?" By now Evelyn had turned away from Rhys a bit and had gone to tie her hair back with a deep blue bandana, the one Puck had given her just yesterday.
Tying it all back but for a few curls that escaped and swept into her face, she headed out of the cabin. "Right, I'll be in the galley for a few but I'll be off to the caves. Need ta get that bloody dagger back so if you'll be goin' with me Eric, hurry it up, will ya?" She gave a last wink towards Rhys and Eric and turned the knob of the door as she headed towards the galley, ready to get herself a bit of a snack. Evelyn never really ate much in the mornings and preferred to skip breakfast but Eric's insistance had guilted Evelyn to give in all the time.
Heading down towards it she looked all around before she immediately spotted a rum bottle and she took her flask from her sash. Giving it a light shake she noted as the contents barely swiveled at all. "Empty..." She would fill her flask up today, take perhaps an apple, and would be on her way. Perhaps if she moved quick enough she could leave Eric behind her, besides, what could go wrong with her searching the caves a bit? They had taken care of all sorts of threat last night, hadn't they?
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 3, 2005 0:10:56 GMT -5
*Eric smiled a little when she said she was getting food back into her system however his frown returned when she explained where she had been. It had been hard for him to add up really. It was strange that those hooded men, if indeed thats who took her, could sneak onto the ship and then take her of all people and lock her in the brig. But after what they did to Mark and Sam he supposed she had been rather lucky.
He tipped his head when she appologized for being so reserved and he reached out, giving her leg a friendly pat.* Yeah, Rhys you dont need to appologize. *He said catching Evelyns eye then turning to the other girl, smiling at her. He knew the feeling of reservation well. After Ashley had died he went into a sort of reclusion and even though he had still lived and worked amongst the citizens of Port Royal they had never really seen him nor he them. Evelyn had given him his sight again in a sense and casually he smiled over at her, though he was positive she didn't know why he was doing so.
At first when Rhys said that she needed help getting to Marks room Eric grinned almost mischeviously, even though he knew his judgement was wrong. As Evelyn left the room he scooped Rhys up (though with less ease as he normally could considering his shoulder) and carried her out into the hallway. Just as Evelyn dissapeared around the corner he smirked.* Best hurry and get you to Marks room before she goes and gets herself killed. *He snorted and wound his way towards the young mans cabin. Giving it a solitary knock he shifted the girl in his arms to keep from dropping her.* Mark, mate open your door. Its me, Eric! Rhys is here, she wants to talk to you! *Eric called, knocking on the door again with the toe of his boot.
He was hoping the man would hurry and answer the door. He had a rising suspicion that Evelyn suddenly had a stroke of what she called genius and was going to try and sneak off without him. He'd be damned if he'd let her do that when he was perfectly capable of going with her. The fact that he would have done the same thing if in her boots only confirmed his suspicions and he began kicking the door more furiously, ready to just open it up himself.*
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 3, 2005 0:31:25 GMT -5
Evelyn opened the bottle up and carefully, as if the liquid itself were some precious metal, poured the liquid into her flask before she capped it off with a soft snap. Looking to the fruit basket sitting quite stagnantly in the center of the table, it seemed to stare straight back at her with a discerningly accusatory glance. She moved towards it, took a sip from her flask, and muttered. "Gah! Fine bloody hell I'll eat the damned apple..." she picked the lushously crimson, crisp, fruit from the bunch and jammed it between her teeth as she carefully tucked her flask safely into her sash.
She took up a tall stool and sat at the table momentarily, her gaze piercing slowly into the splintered, roughly carved, table before her. Drumming her gnawed fingernails onto the table she half murmered to herself, pondering over whether she should indeed wait for Eric to show up. On one hand, he was indeed injured, and his wound, unlike her simply bruised and slightly blackened eye, rendered him a bit more useless than hers; thus, placing him in more danger.
On the other, should she leave, she could upset him....but then again....that's never stopped before...and besides...he lover her far too much to stay peeved at her for too long. She was bloody irresistable to him and she knew it.
Cracking a mischivious grin she stood and kicked her stool away from her as she headed towards the doorway. Looking down the hall she noticed Eric at the door of Mark's room. Giving an innocent whistle she gave him a small wave and attempted to casually head towards the decks without arising too much suspicion from him.
Stealing away to the decks of the ship, her honeyed eyes looked over the grey, tossled, seas. She took in a deep breath of the salty seas and then made towards the planks, hesitating for a moment before she shrugged and began marching off the ship...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 3, 2005 0:46:29 GMT -5
*Eric had called out for Mark a second time when he heard a faint whistling and glanced over to catch Evelyn strolling past the hallway, giving him a casual wave as she dissapeared. He cocked a brow and looked at Rhys for a long moment before suddenly groaning and rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling.* Bloody hell can't she ever just sit still for two seconds? *He muttered between gritted teeth finally just kicking the door in.
Without even bothering to explain the situation to Mark he placed the woman gently upon the edge of his bed, smiled breifly at them both and jabbed a thumb towards the open door.* Gotta go fetch Evelyn before she gets herself killed, or captured. *He grunted and took off as swiftly as he could. Running to the edge of the gunwall he could see her small figure walking towards the caves looking far too mischevious for her own good. Eric couldn't help but grin and shake his head. She always had been able to put up a good chase.
Scrambling down the side of the ship he trotted after her when he realized he had left his damn pistol in their cabin. Biting his lip he turned for a moment then figured she would be long gone before he could fetch it and return so he decided against it. He never used it much anyways, his fists were his best weapons and he still had both of those. Jogging along with a slightly peeved look on his face he called out Hey, Evy! Forget something did you?*
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 3, 2005 1:06:45 GMT -5
Evelyn had barely managed to get into the small gathering of people at the crack of dawn when she heard a voice call from behind her. She gave a slight cringe and shrunk her shoulders a bit before she looked over her shoulder at Eric. "Eric mate, did I leave ye? Didn' mean to, honest." She jested, giving a smirk she intended to be a bit more sincere than it had appeared.
As he approached she rolled her eyes slightly and passed a meticulous eye over his wounded shoulder. "Gah, ye should have jus' stayed Eric, luv." She mentioned, tenderly moving her hand over his wound.
The dawn was still grey and barely a slight buttery glow began to break into the marble like silver heavens. She crossed her arms and shivered slightly in the icy morning freeze. "Ye really should have stayed. Ye've got no place in really comin'. I mean besides, we did away with all of 'em last night." Evelyn insisted again.
But a glance his way told her he wasn't buying her story at all. His brows were rather set and his hands were stuffed into his pockets. Hooking her arm through his she laid her head onto his shoulder innocently and gave him a beaming grin. "Not ta question yer bein' here or anythin', jus' ye know, lookin' out for you." The wind proceeded to blow gently across them and her honeyed eyes scanned the streets then.
There were but a few stragglers up at this time and some had caught her attention more than others. One in particular had been an elderly man dressed in literally nothing but rags, but beaming at her with a cruel yellowed grin. She cringed slightly and shook her head.
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Post by Rhys Tolen on Mar 3, 2005 22:46:04 GMT -5
The theif bit her lip nervously as Eric deposited her on Mark's bed. She kept her eyes focused on Eric until he was out the door in search of Eve. She was scared, something that seemed to be happening a lot lately. Brushing red hair behind her ear, she dropped her hand to the bed. Her eyes dropped down as well, they focused in on her shaking hand.
"Mark..." she started, but stopped unable to continue on. Her throat went dry, and her eyes started to water. She was stressed out beyond capacity, yet that had never gotten in her way before.
She was ill though, she couldn't handle it at the moment. She burried her face in her hands, tears running freely down her face. "I'm so sorry, Mark," she whispered. "So sorry," she found herself repeating over and over again. "I didn't want to... I don't know what happened!" Shaking slightly, while trying to fight the urge to curl up in a small ball, she whispered, "I didn't mean for this to happen!"
Lucky crawled on to her lap and she just cried harder. The little mouse curled up in her lap, his whiskers tickling her comfortingly. However, she just cried harder. "If only.... then none of this would have happened! I'm just so sorry, Mark!"
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Post by Mark Andrews on Mar 5, 2005 0:17:55 GMT -5
Mark sat up quickly when his door opened. Eric entered carrying Rhys in his arms and sat her on his bed then promptly walked out. Mark cocked a brow and was speachless. What the hell had just happened? Suddenly the young woman began to cry and appologize...she cried more when Lucky came to her. She kepts saying sorry. He knew what must have happened. She must have fallen for Eric and was sorry for breaking Mark's heart. His eyes filled with tears.
"So you love him...not me? You don't have to appologize Rhys. Sure you broke my heart and led me the wrong way the past few months, but I can't change what your heart feels."
He said as a tear streamed down his cheeks. He felt broken inside.
"I just want you to know that Iove you with all my heart...probably always will Rhys. You're the frist woman I've felt this way about. But if you want to be with him I understand, but don't you think Evy will be a little pissed about all this?"
He was rather confused, perhaps it wasn't even as it looked, but it sure looked like what he thought it was to him.[/color]
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