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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2006 1:54:07 GMT -5
*As Saber rose to her feet Eric did as well, thrusting his hands in his pockets and looking at her through concerned narrow eyes. He simply nodded when she said she needed time alone and decided not to push her for answers as he watched her climb up the rigging. He knew what it felt like to be tortured by something, he could only imagine what it was that was haunting her. With a heavy sigh he turned slowly on his heel and trotted back down to the galley. He really didn't want to miss the end of that contest!
As he rushed down the hall he hoped Evelyn hadn't passed out yet. If she did he'd never hear the end of it, as he was always there to catch her before she hit the floor. Or at least pick her up off of it and take her to bed.* Still be standing Evy *He whispered to himself, hurrying inside the room. Instantly he cocked a brow and saw that Kat was clinging to her mug for dear life and that Evelyn was standing. Somehow he didn't see how that was a good idea!
Going to his chair he sat down on the very edge of it, extremley nervous now that Evelyn would hit the floor at any moment. Glancing over his shoulder he asked Emma how many mugs they had downed and when he got the answer his eyes widened and shot back to the two women, resting lastly on Evelyn.* Twelve mugs of rum! Christ Evelyn, you're going to have one hell of a morning! Both of you! *He snorted, his lips curling in a boyish grin.*
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 9, 2006 2:08:47 GMT -5
Saber sat in the rigging, her brown hair blowing in the wind. She forced herself to stop thinking about that past, and gazed ahead into the future. Unfortunatly that wasnt exactly looking bright either. With a shuddering sigh she looked up to the stars, and wondered with all the pain and hurt in the world how they could still be burning brightly as ever.
Kat swayed in her seat. As the eleventh mug passed her lips she felt herself growing faint. She could bearly see the next mug of rum her eyesight was so bleary and almost spilled it as she brought it to her mouth. Swollowing it slowly she gasped as she brought the mug back down. This was so going to hurt in the morning. For a split second Kat pittyed everyone who would have to deal with her the next morning. But nah... why pitty them? She wouldn't remember any of it.
Evelyn was a much better drinker then Kat had expected and staring into the 13th mug, she heard Evelyn say no pink dresses for her. Struggling she picked up the mug and put it to her lips. Tilting her head back she went to gulp it down, when suddenly...
Everyone was extreamly surprised when Kat fell backward off her chair onto the floor, spilling the rum all over herself and the floor. Kat had compleatly, utterly, and tottaly passed out. Evelyn had beaten her.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2006 2:23:39 GMT -5
The rum shook in her hand, but she steadied with through a glaring stare that she felt even her hand could tremble at. "Yer....go....gozin......zown..." she mumbled, putting the rum to her lips once more. The whole process was getting very sloppy at this point. The mug shifted, her lips sought it in her drunken blindness, some of the liquid spilled down the front of her shirt, to which she found herself chuckling at, but then allowed it to fall in a wave down her throat. "Mmm...." she said, wiping her mouth clean, and then tipping back on her feet. For a moment, she flailed her free hand about, but managed to regain her footing.
The thirteenth came, struggled to meet her, as she seemed to have mistakenly brought it to her cheek. "Wrong..." she laughed in a slur, shifting the mug until her lips closed around the edge once more. Her eyes were now closed as she decided seeing black was much more than all the dizzying colors. She could hear mere muffling noises at this point.
She did, however, see Kat fall.
She blinked several times and shook her head. "What the 'ell....oy! Kat! KAT!" she bellowed, leaning over the table attempting to look at the woman on the floor. She grinned lazily, her eyes shifted towards Eric, " 'Ey...you bloodzy....idziot....you should....shoul've caught 'er...." she slurred, taking a deep breath, taking down the last bits of rum, and slapping it down on the table. "HEY! KAT! Get up...I want to keep goin'...." she roared, looking at Emma a bit accusingly, and snatching the rum bottle from her hand.
She began downing it rapidly, emptying it, though most seemed to trickle to stain her once stark white tunic. Grinning proudly, she tossed the bottle across the galley, causing it to smash onto the floor. "I KNEW it! I told her....Eric....I...." she began, stepping towards him with extreme difficult, at first running her thigh into the table, and then tripping slightly as she stood in front of him. "I dzid...y'know...I....she lose...." she mumbled, looking towards Emma. "Em! Em! One for the road!" she begged, as if the woman were some rum goddess that could bestow another one to her. "Pleeeeeeeeaze...?" she begged, clasping her hands together before her.
Her eyes drifted around for another rum. "I want....I want...." but her eyelids failed her then, they shut, and she swayed, knocking into her stool, stumbling, then crashing right into the wall. She laughed hysterically, and wiped her face before announcing quite abruptly.
"GOOD BLOODY NIGHT!" Before beginning to slid dramatically to the floor.
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
"Love and War... Preferably make lots of both."
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 9, 2006 2:26:04 GMT -5
(just to break it up again... and drop a few clues ) Aaron strode through the streets of Tortuga bearly watching where he was going. He ground his teeth and pushed his way through a bunch of drunkereds. God people annoyed him. A wench called to him and even took hold of his arm. Aaron shook her off and kept walking. One name was ringing in his mind, and no other was going to fill his thoughts that night. Reaching the inn, he stopped, and breathed heavily. Glancing up, he looked at the stars and wondered why they looked so happy, dancing in the heavens above.
Pushing open the door to the inn he made his way to Barbossa's room. He paused, and took a deep breath. Even though he hadn't found out anything he still needed to report to his Captain. He just hoped he could keep his mind on the subject at hand. Raising a fist, he knocked on the door, hoping Barbossa had not gone to bed. "Captain... are you up?"
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2006 2:37:16 GMT -5
*His mouth twitched as he tried not to start laughing out loud at how bloody drunk Evelyn was and how ridiculose she was sounding but it soon became impossible and he found himself laughing so hard that he was practically out of breath. Humerous tears were in his eyes as he shook his head and continued to watch the two women. He couldn't believe the amount of rum they had managed to down, it was insanity.
Perhaps he didn't want to challenge Ian or Rick to a drinking contest anymore, knowing damn good and well that he couldn't even drink as much as the women did, not in rum anyways. When Evelyn missed her mouth and put the mug to her cheek he began laughing all over again, burrying his hands in his face for a moment as he tried to recover from it.* You are so drunk, Evelyn! Too bad you won't remember this! *He exclaimed between breaths as he looked back up again.
His eyes shot towards Kats chair suddenly when he heard a thud and saw nothing but the chair. Slowly he looked down towards the floor and saw the woman lying there, out cold and covered in the last of her rum. He snorted at Evelyns comment.* Oh sure like I'm really able to watch both of you. I didn't know she was gonna fall out of the chair! *He exclaimed, kneeling down and giving Kat's shoulder a bit of a shake. Yep, she was out cold!
He heard Evelyn crash into something behind him and then start laughing like a crazy person. Glancing over his shoulder he saw her sliding down the wall.* Oh, damnit! *He exclaimed, springing away from Kat and quickly scooping Evelyn up before she hit the floor. There, now at least she couldn't complain that she wasn't caught. Still laughing softly he looked over at Emma with a broad grin.* You should have Rick take Kat to her cabin. If she wakes up on the floor in the morning there'll be hell to pay! *He exclaimed and whisked Evelyn off to the cabin swiftly, praying with all that he had that she would keep the rum in her stomach until he had let go of her.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2006 2:50:45 GMT -5
She was out cold, and could only make out a large figure moving her way before darkness engulfed her. There was nothing...she swan in the sea....rum was everyone! Cases of it! Then, peering down, she noticed the sea WAS of rum! She dove under, clogged her nostrils, and drank heavily, laughing hysterically at the same time...which was odd because how can anyone hold their nose, drink, AND laugh at the same time? It was bloody ridiculous! But...that wasn't to say it wasn't fun...
Opening her eyes into slits, she noted that she was moving, but was too lazy to do anything too violent to protest. " 'Ey! What the...." she peered up at Eric and rolled her eyes. "Oh...itz....you..." she sputtered, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest. "Take me away!" She commanded, pointing out wildly, then going limp in his arms. "Ye know...Kat's on the floor mate....you should go scoop 'er up..." she said, flailing her finger at him scoldingly. "In fact...put me down...I can walk there myself..." she protested, fidgeting in his arms.
After a moment of it though, she grew too tired, and weak. "Jus' dump me overboard will ye...? I've got a bloody sea o' rum ta swim in.....m'kay?" she said, looking down the hall, but then noting as they turned away from the direction of the steps leading to the decks. " 'Ey....whatza.....huh....ERIC! The sea is..." her voice lowered then in a whipser. "Izzz....up there....alrigh...? I jus'....I don' wanna...ye know....embarrass ye in fron' of ALL these people!" she flailed her arms about again, or attempted to. Her eyes blinked dumbly several times, staring at the bed. "ooo...a bed...ye know I didn' 'ave this back on that one stupid place....whazzitcalled? Devil's somethin'...." Her words were chains of barely audible slurs now. "Awww....I hated that place....you know...." Her eyes grew sad then, and her lips trembled. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"But...no...NO! I'm not goin' ta cry...you wan' a know why...?" she asked, though stating it more than actually adding an emphasis on the fact that she would be waiting for his answer. "I tell you....'cause...that wasn' me...that was stupid....stupid....me. Not brillian' me...not....strong me...not....stubborn..." and the tears built once more.
She stumbled forward, colliding into Eric, and letting her face sink into his chest. She sobbed lightly, but moved away. "No....no...you....you...." she pointed at him angrily. "You...left...." was all she said. "You....but.....Christ....yer so....so....warm sometimes..." she said, smiling weakly, and falling into him once again, wrapping her arms limply around him.
Her eyes drifted to the porthole then and she sniffled.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Jan 9, 2006 19:57:23 GMT -5
Maria sighed, closing the door of her cabin behind her. Her brow creased when she saw how dark her cabin was. Sighing, she lit two candles, knowing it didn't make the room very bright but it did give it a soft glow. Maria moved across the cabin and the corner of her lips tugged into a small smile when her eyes landed on her clothing trunk. She shook her head increduously. The lass still couldn't believe a dress, a dress!, was their wager on loosing a drinking match. She didn't find them bad. Not at all. They were tasteful and looked pretty how they draped on a figure. Moving past the worn and broken trunk she took a seat on her bed and gazed at her distorted relfection in the broken mirror. Her shoulders fell and she raked a hand through her hair. Dark eyes focused on the piece of jewelry on her wrist and they softened. There was a glow about it, a beckoning, bringing out memories within her that she had lost long ago. She felt lucky to have regained them and never, ever, wanted to forget them and who she was again.
The brunnete swallowed and shook her wrist, sending her bracelett sliding down her arm, almost to her elbow. She leaned forward and grabbed a book, The Illiad to be exact. Her fingers ran over the binding as she pulled herself back into bed. Maria propped her back against the wall and pursed her lips as she flipped to the first page. But no sooner after she read the first two did lines, did a piercing scream reach her ears. She shifted on the bed suddenly and her brow creased, "Bloody...."
((ooc- sorry late reaction lol. I'm keepin her in her room though))
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2006 20:11:43 GMT -5
*Eric felt her stir in his arms as he carried her down the hallway and snorted at her comment. Glancing over his shoulders towards the galley at the mention of Kat he grinned, looking back towards the woman in his arms.* She's fine, Rick's gonna take her to her cabin, if she doesn't wake up and kill him first. *He grunted. His smile widened and he laughed when she said she had a whole sea of rum to swim in. Not knowing what in the hell it was that she was talking about he just shook his head and said nothing.
He shifted her in his arms and opened the door to their cabin, kicking behind to him to shut it again. The room was lit only by the pale, shimmering moonlight outside. He sat her down carefully on the edge of the bed and moved away to light a candle on the small table near the port hole. It's glow splashed softly upon the walls and flickered gently. Suddenly he heard her mention the Devils Wrath and he tensed up, turning slowly and facing her with a sorrowful look in his eyes.
He didn't want her remembering that life, especially in a situation like this, though he knew there was really nothing he could do about it.* I know you hated it, but you're away from it now. *He said softly, leaning back against the table, his hands gripping the edge of it as he gazed at her. When she stumbled into him he quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly, tipping his head and resting his cheek against the top of her head. When she pulled away from him, stating that he had left he nodded lightly, thrusting his hands in his pockets.* I know, its what I thought...well...never mind. *He shrugged, knowing that nothing he said tonight would matter since she wouldn't remember it.
His brows raised in sudden amusement when she fell into him again, saying that he was so warm. He blinked, unsure of what that meant exactly but smiled none the less and shook his head.* You need to lay down, Evelyn. *He said, scooping her up and laying her back down on the bed. Moving over to their trunk of things he snatched one of his large shirts and brought it over to her.* Here you go. *He said and very carefully reached out and began to untie her leather corset so he could get her changed, though he was half expecting to get slapped in the process.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2006 22:34:12 GMT -5
Her eyes were shut momentarily, as she allowed herself to simply lay upon him, accepting the warmth his body emanated. Well it was either that or the candle that now flickered now nearby. Her entire weight was placed into him as she treated him now as a veritable giant pillow. She could have stayed there for moments longer, hours, days, ages...she would not have been able to tell the difference really and the light, salty, tears that had once fallen were completey forgotten now, here in his arms.
She mumbled something or other, that she was not even sure she understood to mean anything. She was laid back on the bed and she curled her body up towards the pillow which she clutched comfortably. The smile on her lips was wide and assured. She opened her eyes into slits that revealed to her Eric's activity. She noted as he made his way towards the chest at the foot of the bed. There was a pieced deep down, even in her drunken state that did not approve completely with what he was doing, but her heart overrode it. For she was also in a primitive state as well, not clearly able to work anything out too well, and so as any person waiting to be dressed out of wet clothing would, she sat up.
She backed into the simple, hardwood, backboard of the bed as he made his way to her. She blinked lazily at him and smirked, "Ye know...." she began, reaching out a hand to rest on his neck momentarily before slipping away from it. "Yer not 's useless 's you seems....sometimes..." She watched his fingers craftifly and expertly untie the corse to shed it from her body. He had clearly done this sort of thing before, and this fact caught her by surprise in her drunken stupor. "How...dzyou....know...to do tha'...?" she asked, keeping her eyes staring at his course, weather, and work worn hands. The light flashed a million shadows all around the cabin and she didn't plan to miss one.
Staring up and away from his hands she suddenly moved away from him, stood with extreme difficulty, knoced into the bedpost, and held herself upright there. "Look...." was all she uttered, blinking several times around at the dancing shadows and flickers of light that passed around the entire room. She was amazed it seems by the array of flickers and shadows that a single flame could ignite.
Turning her head, she glanced over her shoulder at him, smirked, and then sank into the bed face first in front of him, mumbling something into the beds' mattress that was completely inaudible to Eric. Her palms gripped her head as if sensing some sort of pain, but soon her grip on it fell away. A simple hint at the impending worse symptoms to come.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2006 22:47:09 GMT -5
*His head still bent as he unlaced the corset and set it aside he glanced up at her, grinning out of the corner of her mouth, both at her statement and her question.* Well Im glad Im good for something. *He snorted.* And I was rich once, remember. Always had to tie them up for my mom and Ash...for people. *He said, quickly exchanging the womans name for another word. He knew Evelyn didn't exactly like to hear the name brought up and he wasn't sure how she would react to it drunk.
He groaned when she stood up suddenly and he simply watched her for a moment, letting his hands fall limply into his lap. He cocked a brow and his lips formed a smile though he tried to keep from laughing out loud. A chuckle escaped his lips regardless and he shook his head, his eyes following her as she fell face first back onto the bed.* I don't know about you sometimes Evelyn. *He laughed, rubbing his hand over her back for a moment and moving the hair from her face and over to one of her shoulders.
His eyes roamed over her for a moment before he spoke again.* You really need to get dressed now and get some sleep. *He sighed heavily, moving her back into a sitting position. Quickly, as not to embarass her, he got her changed and laid her down, pulling the covers up over her. Smiling softly at her he bent over and kissed her.* Goodnight, Evelyn. *He said and moved his mouth to her ear so that his lips just barely brushed against it.* I love you. *He whispered then stood back up, grabbed his pillow, and tossed it on the floor.
He knew that when she woke in the morning she would probably remember that she was mad at him and he didn't want to anger her further by sleeping in the bed. He wouldn't however leave her alone in the room in this state so he grabbed a spare sheet from the trunk, throwing it over his legs and hips as he laid down upon the old wooden floor. It creaked beneath him as he rolled onto his side, facing the bed.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2006 23:02:11 GMT -5
Evelyn smiled into the bed as his hand heavy hand smoothed over the curve of her spine. One of her eyes looked up at him as he pulled the curtain of curls away from her face. She closed them again as he mentioned changing her, though at this point, she really was not registering much at all, and didn't really care either way. She did, however, sense his hands assisting her so that she could sit up.
His hands were dutiful as they slipped the material from her flesh, leaving her feeling cold, and exposed for a moment, but she looked into his face and smiled nonetheless. Only in this state would Evelyn had done that, but it was a natural instinct that came she supposed. That's what you are supposed to do in these circumstances when a loved one is simply doing what he believes he must...right?
She was dressed now in a clean, rather large, shirt. As she lie in her bed, the sheets were pulled over her. Her skin tingled as his warm breath brushed against her ear. "Mmm...me.....tooo mate....." she muttered, sinking her face into her pillow. For a moment all was black, but the sense of a weight lifting from her bed, snapped her back from the darkness and abyss that would have otherwise welcomed her within moments. Her hand reached out lazily, as if searching for him, that man that had been taking care of her so far. She liked him. Hell, at this point she needed him. She was already sensing something unsettling in her stomach and head and knew, somehow, in as deep and sacred a place as down in her very senses, that he, yes he, would fix it. Or at least, do something about it.
"Mm....Eric...." her hand stretched, her fingers reached for the unreachable, and she murmered his name again. "Eric...stay....come....come....come back...." she sputtered, her fingers still searching the empty space like feelers, waiting for some sort of response. "Eric..." she moaned into her pillow, deciding she didn't want to look up in case he had completely left her and all she would be greeted with was further shadows and darkness.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 9, 2006 23:13:18 GMT -5
*His head lifted from the pillow as he heard her calling out his name. Sitting up he saw her hand roaming the spot where he usually slept and he smiled ever so slightly and a debate rose up inside of him. If he slept there now she would be comforted during the night, but would probably be angry with him for not staying in her old cabin when she woke. Chewing his lip he decided it was a risk he would take, as she needed him now.
He rose again, blew out the candle and threw his pillow into his spot, carefully climbing over her to lay down upon his side so that he was facing her. The back of his hand brushed against her cheek before he slid it under his own pillow and slid beneath the sheet.* I'm not going anywhere, Evelyn. I'll be right here if you need me. *He whispered, and after gazing at her for a long moment a smile crossed his lips and his dark eyes closed as a soft and weary sigh escaped his lips. He meant what he said not only for tonight but for all nights and though she would probably never remember that he had said it, he hoped she would still always know it none the less.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 9, 2006 23:23:42 GMT -5
She sensed it then. The weight came back. The pillow sounded agains the bed, the bed creaked as the weight was added. She turned her head from her pillow and stared at him with half open eyes. "Good..." she breathed softly. She couldn't feel him though and she moved in closer. She scoot over until she clashed with him and entwined her fingers with his, bringing both hers and his hand close to her chest and slipping so that her form molded with his.
This was it. At this point, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, his warm breath upon her cheek like a calm, Caribbean summer breeze, one that rustled the leaves of the bent placid palm trees, causing a symphony of hissing sounds to fill the air.
She nuzzled his cheek then, digging with her nose so that her face felt the crook of his neck, where she lay to rest. All the world faded then, but his flesh, his body, his warmth enveloped her as a child swaddled in warm blankets. Like this, and only this, she was able to sleep, muttering three words, but too afraid to let them truly break the surface of the jagged world.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 10, 2006 1:48:20 GMT -5
ooc: Yes im posting again but no worries you can skip it if you dont have time as its not changing anything, just reacting to something *Erics eyes opened slightly as he felt Evelyns fingers intertwine with his. He felt her curl into him, could feel every breath she took and every movement that she made. Even now, after all of these years of being with her, it was still surreal to him sometimes that they were together. Not because they argued or were opposites in a lot of things, but because their lives had taken them so far apart when they first met. He had never thought he would see her again, much less be with her.
As she nuzzled his cheek he gave her hand a squeeze, and closed his eyes again, just as she hat muttered something beneath her breath. Had she not been so close he doubted he would have heard it at all, but he had and it made him smile. They never said those words often and they never would but he felt that was what made it of such paramount importance when they were spoken. As she rested her head in the crook of his neck he slipped his free arm about her waist.
Perhaps in the morning they would be back to arguing or giving one another the cold shoulder but for now they were close and even if it was the rum talking Eric was glad for it as he drew in a deep breath of content and let his mind drift off into the void where his dreams lingered.*
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Post by Victoria Brighton on Jan 10, 2006 9:48:12 GMT -5
<<Tobbsie:Been busy yet again(sorry!) but I'll have a post or two up tonight when I get home!! *huggles all*>>
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