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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 11, 2006 11:25:01 GMT -5
( *Laughs so hard at Evy and Kat's posts that she falls into her impossibly large stack of textbooks* hahaha! ....ow...) ~Seurill~ ::Captain Seurill swore under his breath as the man with the gun led him down into the brig of the Pearl. The smell of old rum and other, far less pleasant odors filled his nose as they stepped into the room, and he wondered briefly just how many people had died down here. He was shoved into his cell, the door was locked, and the man with the gun left::
::Sighing, Seurill picked out the cleanest of the four corners of his cell (a difficult task as all of them had some kind of unnatural color or smell), and sat down on a thin pile of hay there. The single porthole allowed the pale light of day to seep into his cell, but it was obviously fading fast. Soon, it would be night, and he'd be alone in the dark with the rats....::
::He shook his head, trying to ignore the sudden feeling of tiny teeth gnawing on his toes, and changed the course of his thoughts as quickly as possible. They landed on the subject of his ship and crew, all of whom were now lying at the bottom of the ocean. His crew he could live without...but the Margarita had been his entire world. He'd had that ship for over twenty years,after he'd pilfered it from some drunken Scotsman in a bar in Port Glasgow::
::Since that night, he'd only returned once to Scotland, and had in fact been on his way back when the Pearl had found them. He'd been storing away a large amount of treasure, most of which he'd taken from a man called...what was his name...? Boarbozza? Not that it mattered. The man was probably dead by now, like the half of his crew that had stood in their way. All that mattered was that he got more than just ordinary gems and gold that night.... He'd gotten something far more precious and valuable. A statue, made of pure silver and shaped into the figure of a mermaid holding a giant pearl. It seemed like any other statue at first...until Seurill had seen her eyes move::
::But what good could she do him now? He was stuck here, leagues away from where she was hidden, with yet no way to escape. And it would be a long journey to the next port in this cell....::~Barbossa~ ::Captain Barbossa was sitting at his desk reading when he heard Aaron come to the door. He closed his book, set it to the side, and turned around in his chair::
"Aye, I'm awake. D'ye 'ave any news yet?" ::It was clear from his somber expression that he wasn't expecting to hear anything new. He'd all but given up on his search for the man Seurill::
::And after all, he wasn't in the best mood at the moment. After Chris and Aaron had left, he'd paced around the room for an hour before discovering a small stack of books under the desk. He'd opened one -- it turned out to be a romance -- and his thoughts had begun to wander. First, he'd thought of Christiana, the new woman in his life.... And then...then his thoughts had drifted to Saber....::
::He shook his head slightly, putting a hand to his temple, and looked up at Aaron:: "Well?"
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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 11, 2006 12:43:39 GMT -5
(ooc - YES!!! Now I can stop suffering from post withdraw! *huggles Boarbozza... i mean Barbossa muchly* ;D)
Aaron opened the door as Barbossa said he was awake. He stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It was obvious that Barbossa was not in a good mood, and Aaron worried about how he would take the news about his fruitless attempts at finding information. He looked at the floor as Barbossa shook his head and wondered about the best way to break the news. He started and looked up at the exasperated Well?.
Aaron sighed and decided he couldn't stall any longer. "I'm sorry Cap'n, but there just seems to be no one on this whole bloody island who knows anything about that Seurill fellow." He leaned against the doorpost and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, its probably not my place, but don't you think its time we were movin' on? I don't think were gonna find anything in Tortuga about Sab... Seurill." Aaron winced slightly and hoped that Barbossa hadn't noticed his slip up. Aaron had his own reasons for wanting to leave. Too many memories, bad and good, were flooding back to him.
He stood there waiting to see how his Captain would react to his boldness. Aaron almost always spoke his mind, and he wasn't yet used to being under someone of authority. Even when he had worked for the big people of Tortuga, he had always been somewhat of a free man. His eyes drifted around the room and rested on the book lying on the desk. His eyebrow arched in surprise. He didn't know Barbossa read books...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 11, 2006 17:58:44 GMT -5
*coughs*Saber your sig is stretching the page uberly and im too lazy to keep scrolling back n foreth *coughs and gives innocent look* Saber edit~ Whoops... i keep forgetting that i have a 17 inch screen... it doesnt stretch for me... but i'll fix it for you guys. Eric <Has a 17inch screen lol my computers just retarded on stuff like that though *prods it* Saber edit ~ There! All fixded!
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 11, 2006 21:16:05 GMT -5
(Ah, thankies for fixin' the sig, mate.... And o' course I read books! What else would I read?? *kicks an issue of PlayPirate under his bed and smiles innocently* ) ~Barbossa~ ::Barbossa nodded slightly when Aaron finished, though he had barely been listening. He was tired, and his mind was too stretched at the moment to even pick up on the man's near slip. He did, however, notice Aaron's gaze falling on the closed romance novel on his desk, and quickly shoved it into a drawer before any questions could be asked::
"Yer right, Aaron.... There's nothin' else for us 'ere in Tortuga. First thing tom'rrow mornin' we'll set sail fer another port. Maybe we'll 'ave more luck in Redf'rd...." ::He highly doubted they'd find anything there, either, but he was as ready to leave Tortuga as Aaron.... The city brought back memories of things he would have been better off forgetting::
::Shaking his head slightly, he looked back up at the other man:: "By th' way, mate, where be Chris? She didn' come back with ye?"
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 11, 2006 21:40:01 GMT -5
(ooc - Evy shoot me if you don't want this to happen... I'm just so dang bored.)
Saber slid down a rope and landed on the deck with a gentle thump. Her mind was war, and her stomach wasn't any better. She was starving! The last thing she had eaten was an apple, and that had been early this morning. With a sigh and sagging shoulders she slowly clumped her way to the galley. She walked down the steps and through the hall.
"Bloody 'ell!" she exclaimed as she walked into the galley. "Well I guess Kat lost then eh?" Saber shook her head and looked with pity on her sister on the floor. "I never would have thought it." She sighed and mumbled something to herself about her life being hard enough already. Looking about the room she pleadingly said "Look, I’m gonna have ta be the one to deal with her in the morn', will someone else attempt to get her to her bunk?" She stepped over her unconscious sister and picked up a large piece of bread, and a water flask. Then without waiting for an answer to her question she raced out of the room.
She stepped into the holding room of the ship and sat down on some crates of the newly pilfered rum. Breaking the bread she took a bite. Yes this is what she needed, something to fill her stomach. Her mind was also full... but not with what she wanted. Suddenly she was aware of a shifting noise coming from below. It must be that prisoner she saw Rick taking down to the brig. She wondered why he had been spared, when Evelyn clearly had said “no quarter.” Chewing her bread thoughtfully, Saber suddenly got it into her head to go see him. Maybe it was her curiosity, maybe her sympathy, or maybe it was just her longing to do something besides go to sleep. Saber was afraid if she went to her bunk, the dreams would come back.
Standing up she picked up her bread and flask, and made her way to the cells. Reaching them she looked in at the Spaniard. “Hungry?” She asked looking through the bars. She reached her hand through and held out the hunk of bread. She didn’t know if he could understand her, but she hoped her actions would suffice.
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Aaron Fletcher
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 11, 2006 21:56:12 GMT -5
Aaron sighed with relief, when he realized that Barbossa hadnt noticed his slip of the tongue. The last thing he needed was to be questioned. His eyebrow arched again as Barbossa quickly shoved the book into a drawer. Well, if Barbossa wasnt going to ask him anything, he had no right to either. Although... he was itching to know what the book was about.
Aaron smiled as his Captain agreed that they should be leaving soon. "Hmm... Redford... I suppose we might be able to dig something up there." He said thoughtfuly putting a hand to his clean shaven chin. Aaron sighed and moved his hand to rub his eyes as Barbossa inquiered about Chris.
"No... she didn't come back with me. At least... I don't know. I was sort of flustered on my way back." he shook his head and looking down, just noticed the fresh blood on his pants. Jearking his head up he continued. "I told her I was coming back here though. So she'll probably be heading back soon." Aaron stood up from leaning on the door post and crossed his arms "I wouldnt worry though... She seems to be able to take care of herself."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Jan 11, 2006 22:31:29 GMT -5
(Yay, food!!)
~Seurill~
::Seurill continued to stare out of the cell's porthole for what seemed like hours. The sun had finally set, and now moonlight streamed though into the room, illiminating the sorry state of things. The hay on the floor was wet and scratchy, and had probably been there since the Pearl was built. The walls were grimy and cold as he leaned against them, making it hard to find any comfortable positions. And, to top it all off, he was starving::
::He let out a sigh into the empty night and had just closed his eyes to attempt sleep when he heard footsteps in the room. Snapping his eyes open at once, he automatically reached for the knife at his hip, but, not surprisingly, did not find it there. Instead, he crouched further away from the bars, and listened carefully. Had one of the crew grown impatient and come to kill him now?::
::Finally, a figure appeared nearby, and when it stepped into the moonlight Seurill gasped at the sight of a young girl. At first, he thought it was the woman who had kicked him in the cabin earlier that day. But the closer he looked, he came to the conclusion that this one must have only been a relation, perhaps a cousin or even sister, to the first. When he stuck her hand through the bars to offer him a piece of bread, his first reaction was to grab her and threaten to break her arm until she unlocked the door. But he knew this would get him no where, for several reasons: one, he was too weak from not eating; two, she looked as though she probably could have bested him in a fight anyway; and three, he had no where to go even if he did get out of the brig. So, with a weak smile, he reached forward to accept the food::
"...Thank you...," ::he whispered in English with a hoarse voice, and nearly ate the entire piece of bread in one bite::
~Bossa~
::Captain Barbossa glanced Aaron over for a moment, wondering vaguely at the blood spattered over his pants. He knew it wasn't uncommon for fights to break out for no reason in the pubs of Tortuga, so it wasn't the stains that made him suspicious. It was the way Aaron had said he was "flustered," as though whoever he'd cut had been more than just a stranger with a bad temperment. But Barbossa didn't press the issue, knowing all too well that every man had his own story, and that they usually weren't for all ears::
::He cast Aaron a fleeting smile, then glanced out the window. Yes, he knew Chris could take care of herself, but that couldn't stop him from worrying about her. Tortuga was a dangerous place, especially for a woman as beautiful as her, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving her all alone out there. He turned and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, flinging it over his shoulders as he headed for the door::
"All th' same, I'm goin' out ta find 'er. In th' meantime, I think that young lass in yer bed might be wonderin' where ye got off to...." ::He cast a knowing, almost chastising glance at Aaron before stepping outside and shutting the door behind him::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jan 11, 2006 23:05:03 GMT -5
Saber pulled her arm back through the bars and leaned saucily on the grill of the cell while watching the man eat. "Yore welcome." She said softly. She tillted her head and looked at him curiously. "God you must be pretty important to have escaped death... especial from my sister." she shifted her weight onto the other foot. "Either that or youve got some good information..."
When he was done eating the bread, Saber held up the water flask. "Thirsty? Now if I give this to you, you have to give it back when yore done..." Saber paused and looked for any kind of understanding. Slowly she reached her hand through the bars and offered the flask. She hoped he wouldn't react to the fact that it was water. But she sure wasnt about to give this man any rum at this point.
Saber also hoped she wouldn't get into trouble for feeding the prisoner. She knew what it was like to be in an impossible situation, and to feel as though you had no control over the matter. Her mind and heart ached, and she felt she just had to do something to keep herself from falling apart.
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Aaron Fletcher
New Citizen/New Sailor
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Post by Aaron Fletcher on Jan 11, 2006 23:19:53 GMT -5
Aaron shook his head as Barbossa stood up. As Barbossa began to speak, he knew his prediction was true. He was going out to look for Chris. He brushed his hair out of his face and shrugged. If Barbossa wanted to worry about a woman who had probably killed more men then he had, let him.
As Barbossa brushed past him he turned and watched him go out the door. His shoulders sagged as his captain mentioned the little girl. The door shut and Aaron sank into the chair. He put his head into his hands and drew a long shuddering breath. Well he might as well get it over with.
Aaron had adopted his old lifestyle to forget certain people... and it had worked... until tonight. Standing up he opened the door. Shutting it behind him he looked about the hallway. The little girl was no where to be seen. But he knew where she would be. Going down the hallway he opedned the door that led to his own room. She was sitting on the bed waiting for him. She stood up and smiled shyly at him. "Look Lindsey..."
"Laura" she corrected him.
"Yes... Laura... whatever... look... Not tonight. Come back tomorrow night. Alright?" She looked at him confused. "Just go... please." She walked past him out the door. She looked back still with a hurt and confused look on her face. Aaron shut the door and sighed. He leaned back against the wood and slid into a sitting position. Hopefully by tomorrow night, they would be on their way to Redford.
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 11, 2006 23:44:36 GMT -5
As the night passed on, Evelyn stirred. In her mind, she saw a scene unfold once again...
She was standing at the edge of the shore, the smooth waters washing over her toes, beckoning her forward, as the winds surrounded her, picked up and jostled her curls about her face. Again she heard her name cried in the wind and she gazed up over her shoulder at the hill behind her. There, she saw Eric beaming at her, smoothing his hand into his hair, waving an arm up as if beckoning her to come and join him. "C'mon!" he called, as his voice echoed subliminally across the winds.
This time, she did not hesitate. She smiled tenderly at him, crossed her arms, then moved forward. Just then, a hand gripped her ankle tightly and she tripped into the sands face down. Instantly she shot a glance backwards to see an arm pulling her under. There was a shrieking cackle and cold, dead, eyes locked themselves upon her.
It was Carcassas.
He dragged her under, she screamed, clawed, but no one heard her calls. Instead, as she was jerked away from the world she was plunged into a nightmarish black that consumed her every fiber. She felt everything all over again. There were groping hands, glaring, bleary eyes, sneers, glass shattering, and shadows over her...all over her...somehow from deep within this is where she felt she needed to be...where she belonged....
"No." She whispered defiantly, her eyes snapping open. Awaking, she instantly felt the worst headache she had felt in a long time. Bringing a hand to the side of her head, she groaned in pain, but she found it was not the bed that she immediately now lay upon. Instead, beneath her, was Eric's torso, and she followed his physique towards his slumbering face. His face was turned towards her, his blonde locks toussled about him upon the tartan pillow. His breathing was slow, sonorous, and sound. He was still asleep it seemed, and she smirked. She recalled the argument, the angry words, the tears, but she could care less at this point. The world was truly so much better when she wasn't trying to tear him down with her stupid words. Besides...like she had told herself millions of timves over now, he had no obligations to her and she had no right to be angry. And she did not really now how long they would have with eachother...
Then, partly due to the nightmare, and partly due to the sickness coming over her, she supported herself up with her forearm, looking him over tenderly. She smiled, and then delicately, and somewhat timidly, she traced a finger over his stomach muscles, slid her hand to his neck, bent over, and kissed his lips with less passion than she otherwise would have so as not to wake him. Again now she felt like this was not her place. It was once someone else's, and her eyes fell away from his strong features. It was not her place to place her hands on him so intimately...though she longed to.
Shutting her eyes, hoping to block out the sick swell that fell over her, she finally pried herself away from his side. Sitting with her feet dangling over the bed's edge, she allowed them to meet its cool surface. They twinged as they met and she quickly made her out the door, though still with a bit of a drunken sway and partial sudden waking dizziness.
The oil lamps now lit the darkened halls. Her hand gripped the walls occasionally as she made her way up on deck. Making her way towards the side of the ship she found herself spitting into the waters, as if expecting the rum to come up at any moment, but hoped it wouldn't. Maybe this time, she could stomach it.
Then, staring out at the inky black endless ocean, her hands clasped the sides of the ship, and she took in a deep breath of the salty air. Her body shuddered slightly as the spray of the sea splashed up. The headache continued.
She shut her eyes once again, but found the images of her nightmare repeated. The shores, the dragging, the hands clasping her...everywhere. She shuddered at the thought of it all and shook her head. Maybe her dreams were right...maybe...that life...was just...out of her reach. Evelyn Pearl was possesed by the seas, there was nothing Eric, nor she could do. How could she ever fold into that mold? She, married? A home? A.....a....child?
She shook her head and instead turned her eyes to the stars that twinkled. The moon was a silver slip veiled with a misty cloud that sluggisly smoothed its way over its silvery surface. Tonight, it seemed incredibly close...almost...reachable.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 12, 2006 0:13:01 GMT -5
*A small boy with dazling brown eyes and dark whispy locks was playing with a small wooden ship upon an old wooden floor. His lips were parted into a bright and innocent smile as he laughed. Evelyn was sitting beside him, smiling as well though her eyes watched only the small boy, not the ship. Soon Eric kneeled down beside her, slipping his arm about her waist and laughing at the plaful antics of the child. The child looked so familiar somehow, as if Eric had seen him before.
The dream began to fade though Eric could feel the touch of something soft and warm upon his lips and he stirred ever so slightly in his sleep, a sigh escaping his lips. He could feel movement beside him, hear footsteps, and then the quiet clicking of a door coming to a close. His dark eyes fluttered open and gazed sleepily up at the ceiling for a moment. As he drew in a deep breath he realized that the weight had been lifted from his chest and his head tipped lazily to the side, gazing at the empty spot beside him. His brow furrowed and he sat up slightly, his forearms holding him up as he glanced about the room.
Sitting up all the way he hunched forward, his blonde locks falling in his face as he ran his hand over his eyes. Throwing his legs over the edge of the bed he stretched and let his gaze fall upon the silvery glow of light coming from the port hole. Slipping his arms into his shirt he trudged out of the cabin and along the dimly lit corridor until he finally came up on deck. He paused when he saw Evelyn standing at the railing, gazing out at the sea. A sadness came over his face as he wondered what she was thinking about.
He walked up to her quietly and slipped his arms about her waist from behind her, resting his chin upon her shoulder and kissing her jaw before letting his eyes wander out towards the silver moon.* What are you thinking about, Evelyn? *He whispered, holding her tighter.*
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 12, 2006 0:29:09 GMT -5
Her fingers clasped to the ships' sides tightly, feeling as if she were at the edge of some abyss and afraid to let go for fear of tumbling within its gape. It was so quiet out here, so peaceful. She smiled at it all and sighed heavily, pondering everything from the future, to where she would end up. Was her grasp on all this so deathlike? Would she truly never budge, never leave its side, even momentarily? There were thoughts now that roamed in her mind that she never believed would ever see the light of day...or the silvery moon's gaze for that matter.
Sensing a pair of arms enclosing her securely her body flinched and jumped slightly. Turning her head back instantly, she noted it was Eric and calmed considerably. She smirked as he planted a kiss along her jaw and a hand to his cheek, where she smoothed her hand over it, then rested it and the other upon his arms lazily. "Mmm...nothin' really...nightmare though...tha's all..." she began, continuing to stare out at the seas that stretched infinitely before them.
She couldn't lie. Not to him. She knew that much by now. Staring down at his arms, she massaged them with her hands and then sighed heavily. "Had a dream...I was standing upon the beach...you were there upon a hill above me...calling me towards near a small home...and I tried to reach you but..." her voice spoke the words slowly, as if attempting to dissect and ponder each one. "...I couldn't...the seas pulled me back in...well, Carcassas did but...and tha's 'bout it." She really didn't need to go into detail about what happened next. She doubted Eric enjoyed hearing about it over and over again. She undertsood the frustration he sensed because he could do absolutely nothing about it and it seemed as if he accepted that inevitable truth a while back, though never stopped trying to help.
"I just...earlier...what I said...'m sorry...alrigh'...?I wasn' thinkin', I was, just angry about the way, well my life isn' exactly what I had expected." she laughed, attempting to ease the subject away from them both hoping it would scatter to the winds, like grayed ashes. "Sometimes I wonder...if...nevermind." Evelyn sighed once more and leaned her head against his.
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Post by Eric Jackson on Jan 12, 2006 0:42:35 GMT -5
*Eric rocked her a bit in his arms and had been about to push her for her dream when she suddenly gave it to him willingly. He listened quietly, his brow furrowing as his gaze remained fixed upon the moon hanging gently in the dark, velvet sky. When she appologized for the way she had acted earlier his brows rose in great surprise and he quickly turned her around to face him. The word sorry was not a part of Evelyns common vocabulary and in all honesty it shocked him to hear it now.
A smile tugged at his lips and he nodded.* Im sorry, too. *He said when suddenly he looked at her oddly, almost as if he didn't quite understand what she meant.* What do you mean you're life isn't what you expected? Is that a bad thing? *He asked suddenly feeling slightly awkward as he shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted in his spot. He wondered if perhaps she was starting to wish he had never chosen to come along and that thought put him at remarkable unease. Swallowing hard one of his hands rubbed the back of his neck.* What do you wonder *He questioned, though he was almost afraid of hearing the answer.*
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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 12, 2006 0:43:42 GMT -5
Gah... i have had it... I'll stick around... and post back to anyone who posts to me, but i'm gonna stay off IM for a bit. Thanks for understanding.
Yeah and that goes for Saber and Kat too....
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Post by Evelyn on Jan 12, 2006 0:55:06 GMT -5
As she was turned, she kept her eyes downcast, staring instead at a small splintered piece of wood. Her fingers fidgeted a bit but she finally brought her eyes up to him as he spoke. She smiled at him as he apologized, but then cast them down once more as he began questioning her. "I just...no! No...its not a bad thing!" she interjected, placing a hand upon his chest. "Not at all...not you..." she continued, smoothing her hand over his chest several times before speaking once more.
"I was just...I wondered...if this...this is what I wanted. This...life..." she turned away from him again, her hands spread onto the railing, grasping it tightly. "Where...." and the words formed on her tongue like shining pearls waiting to spill. But she wasn't sure...should she say it? What if he didn't react? What if it just...made things worse? Her shoulders shuttered slightly as if fighting the weight they seemingly bore.
"This...the...well..." she didn't know how to start. "I...I love you...and you can tell me a million times the same and I believe you, really. I just, I wonder if I should have been this stubborn? To make you believe well...I dunno really, I dunno what you think...but I WANT..." her voice broke before the passion in her voice could reach its peak. "I find myself wanting more...a mate...a partner...for life...stability...maybe..." she laughed and shrugged. " A bloody kid someday...who knows...I just...God..." she leaned onto her elbows now and dragged her hands through her curls, smoothing them over her head and shaking it. "I don't know...what I want really. I know I want...this. Us. But...how much more would you be willing to offer...how much more I can take or expect from you when I seem to be so damned....damned pigheaded...I just...." she laughed, rolled her eyes, and peered over her shoulder, attempting ot look at him but not truly catching any sign of his reaction, on purpose. "Am I makin' any sense...?"
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