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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 1, 2006 16:46:59 GMT -5
(omg I started another page! yea me!)
Saber looked away as Evelyn yelled at Seurill and hit him again. Obviously whatever the Spainard had said did not go over well. She heard the click of a pistol and looked back at the cell. She eyed Evelyn carefully, and stood up from her leaning position. She took a few steps closer to the cell, keeping quiet, and still staying out of the way. She watched the pair closely. She wasnt going to let Evelyn just kill the man for insulting her or whatever he did. She just hoped he would start cooperating. Her attention was averted as Emma walked down the stairs. She groaned inwardly. There was no way she would be able to stop two women from seeking their revenge on Seurill. The only thing that would make matters worse would be if Kat suddenly showed up.
Kat whinced as Maddy laughed. God that hurt her ears... "Not exactly enjoyin' it..." She said with a sigh. Kat heaved a large groan as Maddy mentioned Tortuga. "My worst nightmare come to life..." She said resting her elbows on her knees, and burriying her face in her hands. She flinched, and jerked her head up as Maddy placed a hand on her shoulder. Her first reaction was to snarl, but instead she just looked up and glared at the winking Maddy. "Good luck nothin'... I'm gonna need an act of providence... if there is such a thing." She muttered as Maddy left the room.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 2, 2006 23:28:44 GMT -5
(Howdy everyone!! Once again, we're going to make believe Seurill can speak Spanish... ) ~Seurill ::The Spaniard continued to glare up at the unruly woman despite the stabbing pain growing steadily behind his eyes. For a moment, he through he might collapse, but his anger kept him conscious for at least a little while longer::
"I'm not going to tell you a damn thing, you ugly wench!" ::he spat back at her, snarling a bit. Enemy or not, he was a captain, and he deserved to be treated like one. Instead, she (for he assumed she was second-in-command) had him thrown in this miserable cage and then presumed to whip him around with her pistol. He would never help her find his precious treasure....::
::Glancing over her shoulder, he noticed the woman from before -- the one who had brought him food and water -- lingering back in the shadows. He stared hard at her for a few seconds, then turned back up to the woman with the pistol:: "I will only talk to her," ::he said, pointing to the other woman:: "I don't care if she doesn't speak Spanish. She is the only one I will give the information to...."
::He glared darkly at the woman before him, making it perfectly clear that he would not change his mind about this::~Bossa ::Barbossa stared in shock as Nakia was first punched, then dragged across the floor by a large man he'd never before seen. He was about to jump to her rescue when the man -- who Barbossa assumed to be her "keeper" -- mentioned the name he'd been waiting to hear for the past few weeks: Seurill. Except all he learned now was that Nakia had been lying to him.... She didn't know any more about Seurill than he himself did. He got to his feet, fists clenched at his side::
"Forg't the offer. Last thing I need on my ship's a lyin' whore." ::He started to walk past the two of them on his way to the door, then stopped. Something the man had said suddenly hit him::
"Mate.... Did ye say someone else 'as been askin' about Seurill...?" ::He narrowed his eyes, for the moment forgetting about Nakia and Chris::
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Nakia/Jinx
Apprentice/Of the Crew
Port Royale Citizen
Lovely ladies goin' for a song... got alot of callers, but they never stay for long...
Posts: 43
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Post by Nakia/Jinx on Mar 3, 2006 0:15:59 GMT -5
Nakia looked up at Barbossa as he spoke to her, her eyes filled with tears and hate. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and stained her already dark skin. Her wild hair fell in her eyes, as she glared darkly at him. Men... they were all alike. Promising somthing one minute, and backhanding you the next. That was one reason she lied so much... in order to stay out of compromising situations. Well, at least he didnt seem interested in beating her up for her offence. Although... Jinx would proabably do it after they were gone.
Jinx stood glaring at Nakia. This wasnt the first time the wretch had tried to lie, or buy her way off of the island. Sometimes he wondered if she was worth the trouble he went through to keep her there. But his salery was good, and then there was always her... He turned as Barbossa addressed him. "Aye, tall blond lad. Strong lookin'. Came around asking about Seurill... stayed the night, and then went away. But he left without getting any information. Nakia may know alot of things, about alot of men in Tortuga, but I doubt if she's ever been with this Seurill charater. I would know." he suddenly turned on the girl, and spoke harshly, as if to a dog. "What was the name of the lad? The one who tried to insist on paying?"
"Aaron..." Nakia said sullenly. "His name was Aaron."
Jinx turned back to Barbossa. "There... that's who it was. Aaron, and I'm guessin' it's Fletcher. The big man's son. Although, he hasn't been around much lately." He looked down at Barbossa with a slight suspicion. "Why exactly do ya want ta know all this?"
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 3, 2006 1:11:54 GMT -5
Evelyn was infuriated. Her arm shook and as he spat at her, her eyes blazed. This bastard...how DARE he speak to her the way he was? And what the hell was she doing letting him go on? A wench!? It was enough to send Evelyn over the edge and at this point, damn the riches, the gold, or whatever it was the bastard might be hiding from them all.
She roared, whacked the man firmly across the face with the pistol causing it to go flying from her hand in the process, but she didn't care. She was feeling instinctive, evil, rage and pounced on him. Her nails dug into his skin as she scratched, punched, and kicked at him. "YOU'll NOT bloody talk ta ME LIKE THAT!!!" she bellowed, taking the man up by the cuff and slamming him into the bars of the cell as gruffly as she could.
He, naturally lashed back, and was sent hurtling into the opposite wall of the cell. She stared at him, then charged again, sending a blow to his face, but only grazing his cheek. Then, he seemed to be out of options and his fist went smashing into her nose, causing Evelyn's world to blur, and her head to pound. "BLOODY 'ELL!" she muttered, then instantly she looked to her pistol. She didn't need this...what she needed was one shot, but arms pulled her away again and shoved her aside. She kicked, and another blow came her way causing her to lose air fast and sharply.
But she would kill him....at this point the blood was pounding far too furiously for anything to stop her.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 3, 2006 1:46:16 GMT -5
~Seurill
::The pistol once again collided with his temple, and the world went black for a few seconds. Dazed, the Spanish captain touched his fingertips to the throbbing spot, and drew them away covered in fresh blood. Not a good sign.... But he didn't have time to dwell on the thought, as the ugly woman came charging back at him. He fell back against the bars of the cell, heard a sickening crack as she landed on him before the searing pain shot through his right arm::
::Kicking her off, Seurill struggled to his feet, clutching his broken arm and straining to see his opponent through the sweat and blood trickling into his eyes:: "You BITCH!" ::he swore. His voice sounded distant compared to the pounding in his ears. He looked up again just as the woman came back toward him, and jumped out of the way just in time to avoid getting slammed back into the wall. He could barely feel the cuts he knew her nails must have left on his cheek....::
::Taking advantage of the feint, the Spaniard kicked hard at the woman's side. He grabbed her shoulder with his left hand before she hit the ground and slammed her hard into the cell bars, head first. Just then, another searing jolt of pain shot up his broken arm, accompanied by a sharp white light in his vision. He stumbled back, gripping desperately at the walls, and then finally collapsed in the corner. Blood trickled in a constant stream down from his temple...he was beginning to feel light-headed.... And he was cold....::
::Though it sent waves of pain radiating throughout his entire body, he coughed then, scattering droplets of blood all over his lap and the hay beneath him. It was obvious.... He was dying:
~Bossa
::Barbossa felt his heart sink slightly at the news. Of course it was only Aaron.... He'd sent him and Christiana out to look for information, so it was only natural they'd drawn attention.... And, after all, Nakia was a whore. It seemed fitting that the two were connected::
::He gave the man, Jinx, a weak smile:: "Ah, I see.... Thankye, mate. An' good luck with 'er, she seems like a real 'andful." ::He glanced down at the woman, his face expressionless, then stepped past them and headed outside. //Damn it all,// he thought, shaking his head. He'd nearly been tricked by a whore, he was no closer to finding Seurill, and now Chris was angry with him. To top it all off, he was out of money, so they'd need to find another place to stay the night.... Unless he could somehow procure a ship::
::He turned almost hopefully in the street to face the harbor, then stopped with a sigh. A ship would have to wait.... He needed to find Chris first, and apologize for what had happened. She was more imporant to him than anything else.... His treasure and his pride he could live without, but Christiana....::
::He sighed again, then shook his head and took off in the direction of their hotel, hoping to find her on the way::
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 3, 2006 2:13:39 GMT -5
Saber watched in horror as Evy began to beat Seurill, and then Seurill respond in a likewise fasion. "Bloody hell no!" She cried out and raced forward. They were both going to get themselves killed! She reached the cell just as Seurill slamed Evelyn into the bars "Goddamnit Ev, are you alright?! she said as she rushed into the cell. She bent over Evelyn, and then turned to face the Spainard. "You bloody idiot! What do ya think you were doin?!" Saber, having been through much pain and suffering in her life hated to see others suffer, and her heart twisted as she looked at the condition of the two crazed pirates.
Scooping up Evelyn's pistol, and pulling one from her own belt, she trained one on each of them. "I dont want to do this." her voice was shaking with rage, and tears. "But I'm not going to let you two just kill each other!! Theres no lodgic in that!" She hadnt spoken with this much anger in her voice since... well.. since a long time ago. "Ev... we would really like the information he has... dont throw it away on a personal vendetta." She spat slightly as she said the last words, never taking her eyes off of the pirates.
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 3, 2006 2:25:43 GMT -5
Evelyn struggled, fought back tooth and nail, felt his blood trickling over him and it satisfied her. But then his arms grasped her and she stared forward to see bars come colliding into her and her heart leapt into her throat, instantly afraid of being in contact with it. Then she did and her world was turned upside down. The blow had her reeling, her head was spinning, the world was shaky, her body trembled, something was not right. All she could do in her last few efforts was kick at Seurill's arm somehow, then collapsed.
She fell against the bars, too weak to wipe the slight trickle of blood that fell from somewhere on her crown down her face. She was shivering, going cold, and pain filled her head. Her nose was bleeding, her eyes couldn't settle straight, and try as she might she just couldn't focus. She was muttering something beneath her breath, but she stopped simply because the energy to was escaping her.
All she could think of was how it had come to this. How had she let it get so bad? She sat there, unable to react correctly, and the next thing she knew, a pistol was pointed in her face. She wanted to lash out, but couldn't. She was frozen in place. Fused to her spot. Her head continued on its spiral. In and out of consciousness she came. Her eyes went black, then returned to the world.
All was hazy, the voices were muffled, and she could barely breathe. Her head was unbearable and she wanted to just shut it all off. To leave the pain, the suffering, all of it...behind...
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 3, 2006 2:39:55 GMT -5
*Eric and TP worked tediously getting all the repairs made on the various holes and cracks that the deck had aquired during the battle with the Spaniard ship. Eric sat back on his heels with his arms resting limply across his knees, his eyes fixed on the glistening waters out ahead of the ship and he drew in a deep, salty breath letting the warm breeze whisp through his hair. Glancing back over at TP he opened his mouth to speak when suddenly he heard a loud commotion coming from below them somewhere.
His brows furrowed and as TP started to say something he held up his hand and the man hushed instantly.* Somethings not right... *He said curiously, springing to his feet and rushing below decks, skipping pracitcally all the steps in the stairwell as he did so. He knew that Evelyn had gone to see what the situtation was with that Seurill and his heart pounded in his chest. He could hear the heavy footfalls of TP behind him but didn't stop to allow the man to catch up. Right now he just wanted to make sure that Evelyn, and anyone else who was in the brig, was alright.
Bursting into the room his eyes widened with shock and his mouth dropped at the sight of Seurill and Evelyn on the floor with Saber pointing a pistol at each of them.* Saber what in the hell happened, what are you doing? *He cried, angry that she had a pistol pointed at Evelyn. He knew instantly what had happened, or at least could gather most of it and his blood pulsed with an immense anger at the Spaniard on the floor.
Rushing over to Evelyns side he dropped down beside her, slipping his arm about her shoulder. Glancing back at Saber he glared at her.* Put your damn pistol down, I have her now. *He spat, his dark gaze turning once more upon the frail woman in his arms. He looked upon her with great concern, seeing that she had recieved quite the beating from the man on the floor. His body trembled with hatred and he wanted to kill the man here and now. Resting Evelyn against the wall once more he sprang up and growled as he turned to face Seurill.* You bastard, I'll kill you for that! *He cried, racing forward. In an instant he was restrained by TP who was struggling to hold him back.*
Damnit, Eric, don' be an idiot! 'Elp Evy, don't worry 'bout him, Sabers got it. GO! *TP commanded. Eric knew he had to set aside his bitter hatred and tend to Evelyn. With one last scowl at Seurill he kicked a small pot on the floor at him then knelt down and scooped Evelyn up once more. She had recieved some kind of blow to the head and seemed to slipping in and out of conciousness.* Evelyn? I'm taking her to the cabin. Later, I want to know why in the hell you had a pistol pointed at her. Nothing should be worth shooting your damn friend over...nothing. *He said, looking at Saber. A fire blazed in his eyes and his jaw was set as he turned, shaking his head as he left the room.
He was intent now on finding out just what exactly happened and tending to Evelyn, though he knew that if he saw the Spaniard again he would likely snap and be unable to restrain himself and next time it would take more then just TP to hold him back.*
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 3, 2006 2:50:58 GMT -5
Evelyn blinked several times, shaking. She could see a figure approach her. Tall, blonde, and staring at her with great concern. She said nothing, she couldn't. But watched as the events unfolded before her. He was angry. She could tell that much and she feared for what he might do. She was the idiot who got hersefl into this mess, he didn't deserve to be the one to have to suffer for her mistakes.
When he turned back to her, he scooped her up in his arms, gathering her to him delicately. He said her name it seemed, but it was all she could decipher. Instead, her head nodded off.
The world went black again and she was shivering again. When she opened her eyes he was still there, clutching her to his chest and she weakly leaned into him. She moaned, hating the pressure on her head which at this point was feeling like a vice, smashing her head inward. "Eric..." was all she could whimper, believing somehow in her very bones that if she just held onto him, curled into his being, he would protect her from this.
She was crying, the pain was intense, and she didn't care because it was only him watching over her now. She couldn't say anything else, her nose was throbbing, her side ached from the kick, her head was the worst of all and the world went black again.
She opened them again. Her hands clutched onto him with a fierce sense of posession. She whimpered again, wanting it all to subside and angry that it wouldn't.
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Nakia/Jinx
Apprentice/Of the Crew
Port Royale Citizen
Lovely ladies goin' for a song... got alot of callers, but they never stay for long...
Posts: 43
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Post by Nakia/Jinx on Mar 3, 2006 2:52:26 GMT -5
“That was some stunt you tried to pull. You’re lucky they didn’t kill you.”
Nakia fell to the floor, only to be jerked up again by Jinx. “Maybe I’m not so lucky.” She groaned and pulled away from the Negro. “You… you scum! Can’t I ever be rid of you! You took away my only chance to get away from here!”
“Aye,” Jinx said with a smirk laying his hand on her shoulder. “And that’s probably a good thing. You would have gotten yourself killed, and then where would I be?”
Nakia shrugged him off and gingerly felt the bruises on the back of her head. “I’m not your only source of income you dolt.”
“Speaking of which, Yore due at the “Sea Foam”.” He said giving her a shove towards the door.
“I’ll be damned if I spend another night there with that mob!” She said fiercely turning on her enforcer. “You can’t make me do it Jinx. You know as well as I do that they’ll probably kill me!”
Jinx sighed “You are the slave of Tortuga. Either you come willingly, and not get hurt. Or I take you. Orders are orders love.” A slow fire burned in her eyes as Nakia turned back towards the door and walked out. She swiftly walked down the street, with Jinx close behind. “You hate me don’t you.” He said catching up to her and putting a hand on her shoulder.
Nakia didn’t even bother to shrug him off. “Feelings are not part of my job description.” She said briskly, heading for the one place she didn’t want to be. Someday, she just might have a life and will of her own. But that day was not today.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Mar 3, 2006 15:24:42 GMT -5
(Yay, Seurill's managed to piss off everyone on the ship now! Oh, and here comes a sappy, gooey, mushy post from Bossa.... Just 'cause it might help lure Chris into posting ) ~Seurill ::The cell around him was spinning dangerously, threatening at any moment to throw him overboard into the black sea. All he could feel was the intense pain: pain in his broken arm, pain in his temple.... His eye -- he guessed it was his right -- was clamped shut, both from the swelling and from the layer of dried blood that had formed over it. He could still feel a small trickle of blood coming from his nose, and would have laughed at the sight of himself would it have not caused him more pain::
::Then the other woman, the kind one, was pointing a pistol at his face, and he was almost grateful for her mercy. If he was going to die anyway, why bother to let it drag out? But just then, he saw another figure approach. It was a man this time, and as he knelt down by the limp body of the woman Seurill had fought, he commanded the other to put down her gun. So much for his mercy killing....::
::The man carried the ugly woman away, and then it was just Seurill and his "friend". He smirked weakly, glancing up at her through swollen eyes:: "¿Qué es su nombre?" ::he asked, his voice weak and scratchy. When she didn't respond, he cleared his throat and tried again, this time in what little bit of broken English he could muster::
"...Your name, señorita...?"~Bossa ::Walking the streets of Tortuga that night, alone and under the stars, gave Captain Barbossa time to think. Despite all that had happened recently, the only thing on his mind was Christiana....::
::He thought back to the night they'd first met, in this very city, not so far from where he was standing. The first time he laid eyes on her, he'd felt he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Her eyes when they caught the light, her lips, the way she smiled at him.... She'd been perfect. Too perfect, in fact. It had taken him by surprise when she'd pulled the knife on him back in her room, but then he should have known that beautiful women can rarely be trusted....::
::Of course, Christiana had come to prove just the opposite since then. She'd been loyal, kind, and was somehow always there for him when he felt alone or lost. He'd come to depend on her.... And, now that he was afraid he'd lost her, he could admit that yes...he loved her::
::He sighed, unable to resist a chuckle at himself. He, the Great Captain Barbossa, was in love.... Not that he had never loved before, of course. There had been Saber, and even that other woman, Evelyn, for a short time. But now.... He felt as though Chris was the one he could actually spend the rest of his life with. They could get a ship, sail the world together. He could be happy with her....::
::Glancing up suddenly, he saw a glimmer of blond hair under one of the street lamps ahead, and a smile broke out on his features. He'd found her!:: "Chris! Chris, lass, I - " ::He stopped when he reached her, and suddenly everything he'd been planning to say left him. //Chris, I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to hurt you.... I'll make it up to you....//::
::Instead, he stared into her bright eyes, so gentle and warm, and felt his heart melt. Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, then leaned down to softly kiss her lips::(Woot for the goo-fest! And woot for Bossa the Pimp! ;D)
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Mar 3, 2006 15:51:07 GMT -5
(gah you sappy old pirate... I had this post all planned out and you totally screwd me up *sigh* lol, oh And TP is still down in the brig with us as far as I know, and I think Em was also making her way down.)
Saber didn’t even look up as Eric and TP rushed down the stairs. Her eyes were still trained on Evelyn and Seurill. Eric rushed forward, and dropped down to help Evelyn, then he turned on the Spaniard, but still Saber seemed to be frozen. Her body jerked a little as TP yelled her name to say that she had it. But no… she didn’t have it. She was being no better then the other two.
Her eyes opened wide, and she bent her head staring confusedly at the ground, as Eric picked up Evelyn, and said he would want to know why she was doing what she was doing. Eric left, and Saber dropped the guns in her hands as if they were snakes. Her left hand flew up to her mouth, and she pressed the back of it to her lips as if holding back a cry. Looking over at Seruill she lowered her hand, and took a deep breath of air. Her breath was short and coming fast. What was wrong with her? Why did she threaten Evelyn?
She started slightly as Seurill spoke to her, and she looked him in the face, but then turned away again. His face was torn, and bloody. "My name, you cur, is hardly of your concern... but they call me Saber." She said trying to sound calm and cool. Her head was swiming, and she struggled to hold on to reality. She still couldn't figure out why she had acted as she did. She shut her eyes for a moment, and her body gave a small shudder. "No..." she breathed to herself "Not now...". It would be only natural for her consciousness to leave her now. She hadn't been filled with that much anger in a long time.
The dizzy feeling went away, and she opened her eyes. "I should just kill you... you've caused enough trouble here... but I'm still curious... and it's not in my nature to kill the wounded and helpless." She said turning her deep blue eyes in an icey stare on Seurill. "I am never going to be able to explain this... to anyone..." She said, half to herself, and half to those who were around her.
Kat looked up in surprise as she heard loud noises, and people rushing past the galley. "Why can't everyone just be quiet?" She moaned to herself, and rested her head in her hands again.
(weird question for anyone who wants to try to answer it... what the bloody hell is it with Saber and defending Bad guys? I cant seem to figure it out myself...)
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Post by Eric Jackson on Mar 4, 2006 0:53:50 GMT -5
*Eric held Evelyn closely to his chest as he swept her up the stairs towards the crews quarters and off in the direction of their cabin. She looked awful and his brow was stitched deeply together in great concern. He heard her whisper his name and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.* Shh, Evelyn. *He whispered, just wanting her to try and rest at the moment. He wasn't certain yet how badly she was injured and he didn't want them pushing their luck.
Slipping into the cabin he kicked the door shut behind him and gently laid her down upon the bed. She was clutching a hold of his shirt so tightly that he couldn't fully stand back up and so he sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, wrapping his hands about hers.* Let go just for a minute, Evelyn. I need to get you cleaned up, but I'm not going anywhere. *He said, freeing himself from her grip. Rushing to the washbasin he snatched up a towel and dipped it in the warm water. Going back to her he tenderly wiped away the blood and cleaned out her cuts.
Setting the rag aside he blew on the larger cut across her scalp and then bandaged it up, doing the best he could not to cause her much more pain, knowing she was feeling plenty of that already. He sighed, still confused as to why Saber had pointed a pistol at her as if she had lost her trust in her. For now, he refrained asking Evelyn any questions about it in an attempt to keep her thoughts away from the incident.* Do you need anything Evelyn, water or food or anything? *He asked quietly, wiping away her tears and stroking her hair.*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Mar 4, 2006 1:04:27 GMT -5
Emma was still only halfway down to the hold when she heard all the shouting.Someone down there was raising absolute bloody Hell...what was going on?Her pace quickened slightly, as the noise escalated and all semblance of coherency tumbled down into thorough chaos.
She had to step to the side as Eric and TP came barrelling down the stairs like a goddamned hurricane,obviously headed to the same place as she was.Emma frowned,feeling more worried than she had for a while before. What in the blue blazes was going on down there?
Her boots thudded dully against the wooden planks, their rapid rythm keeping pace with her pounding heart.She had to get down there...her friends might be in trouble!
By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs,the noise had grown to an overwhelming crescendo...
And then a halt.She stood near the doorway unobtrusively,her confusion not abating for a moment as Evy sobbed against Eric's shoulder.Seurill was in the room as well,looking as bad as Evelyn sounded.And then,there was a bewildered Saber,over on the other side of the room.
Emma's head spun,as she tried to make sense out of utter chaos through her terrible hangover. Then,as Eric and Evy left,she slipped quietly out of the door as well,sitting down against the wall on the other side and listening.Maybe that would help clear things up,dammit...
They must have slept in much longer than usual,because much of the damage from yesterday was already halfway through getting patched up by the time Rick reached the deck.It seemed mostly abandoned,which was odd,but he shrugged it off,picking up a hammer and getting to work.
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Post by Evelyn on Mar 4, 2006 1:34:27 GMT -5
noBeing set upon the bed Evelyn clutched Eric to her, afraid to let him part from her. She still couldn't see properly, but the only thing keeping her sane at the moment was him. She trembled but could feel his hands close around hers and he asked for her to release him. She sniffled, nodded, then let go very, very, slowly allowing him to leave her side.
She tried sitting with her back against the headboard of the bed but her side ached immensely. She cringed and let out an "ow" lightly as she did so and managed to sit up a bit. When he returned he tended to her, but she felt horrible the whole way through. Her head was pounding still and she just couldn't see at all really. She kept going in and out of blackness, though she suspected that was merely the closing of her eyes. At this point she wasn't well enough to tell the difference.
But she felt Eric. She could sense his tender touches, his soft caresses, and then his warm breath upon her skin. "Eric..." she whispered breathlessly. He spoke to her again and she shook her head. The tears just continued to fall and she shook her head more intensely. "No...no..." she breathed, clutching his shirt in between her hands, entwining her fingers in the fabric as much as she could, allowing herself to lean forward into him.
She breathed into his chest, fighting off the wave of pain that swelled into her head. "Gah...tha' bastard..." she muttered, blinking away a few more tears. She was frustrated and angry all at the same time. "I hope he dies..." she growled, shutting her eyes again, then parting from Eric a bit, laying herself back against the headboard of the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to get some air into her lungs as at the moment she couldn't breathe through her bloodied and stuffed nose.
She wiped at it with the back of her arm, wiping away some of the crimson liquid that still trickled there. "And Saber..." she muttered, shaking her head, and turning her eyes without moving anything else to Eric. "I dunno what's gotten into her...she..." but she placed the back of her hand to her forehead then, another swell of pain seared across it and made her dizzy again. "Jesus!" She cried, sobbing a bit. She had NEVER had her head rammed into an iron bar before and this was by far the worst pain ever.
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