Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Feb 2, 2006 2:12:02 GMT -5
Ok... you all know that right now I have 5 charries running around... I soon hope to have 6... but we won't discuss that now. After doing an interesting reply in the RPG signup thread I thought "What if all of my charries were sitting around a table together talking?"
Well I figured the padded ship was as good a place as any to find out... and because this is the padded ship, I'm not going to keep it totaly period. This is for my own pleasure as well as yours... Enjoy!
The scene is still, tranquill almost, but also increadibly odd. Five people are seated around an ordinary wooden table, and a "get your own drink" bar is standing nearby. The Five are very different in looks and ways...
The first is a young woman, about 24 years old, and standing only a few inches over 5ft tall. Her face is pleasent, but her deep blue eyes seem to hold a sorrow that no man can fathom. Her clothing is simple... Dark blue almost black pants, black leather boots, a green sash and a wide leather belt, a tight blue corset and a loose white shirt. Her look is compleated by a blue silk scarf wrapped around her head and brown hair. She is the one they call Saber... master swords woman...
Next to her is a woman, slightly older and taller then herself. Green pericing eyes search the others in the room with a cold vengence, her red lips curled into a subtle scowl. Her outfit is differnt from any of the others in the room. Mainly because of the tatterd cloak that hangs from her shoulders, and the straight rimmed black hat jammed firmly onto her firey red hair. She also wears Black boots, and blackish pants. A white shirt with a green bodice comprise the top of her costume. She is known as Kat... assasin at large...
After Kat comes a man. Young, handsome, charming, muscular, and tall he is a young girl's dream. And he knows it too. Pushing his white blond hair out of his face, he looks with cool blue eyes at the women seated around the table. He is wearing a light blue shirt, only partially laced up, that compliments his eyes. Black pants and boots are the bottom of his outfit, but his boots are different. White Celtic designs run down their sides. Also, under his thick black belt, a white sash hangs. He is Aaron... breaker of hearts...
Another man is seated at the table, and he is as dark, as Aaron is light. His black waves of hair fall about his broad shoulders, and his lustful brown eyes look about the room, as he sits back in his chair, bearded chin in his hand. His clothing is more elaborate then the rest, suggesting rank and prosperity. His shirt is white, and evidently made of silk. He wears black pants, boots, and a stiff black waist coat with gold buttons. Over it all, he has a blood red gentleman's coat, also with gold buttons and trim. This is Neron... foremost slaver in the Caribbean...
The last person in the party was a female... and boy was she ever. Beautiful is not the word, more like senual. Her black eyes gazed upon the men in the room, perhaps hoping to get a bite. Her raven black hair, wildly dyed with blue and purple, fell about her bare shoulders. Legs crossed, she shows off her pants. Though black, they have a intentional slit down the side of each leg, that has been laced up again almost closed... but not quite. Her loose shirt, that has compleatly fallen off her shoulders, is only contained by an extreamly tight deep purple corset. her shoes, unlike the rest, are brown, and are made of a soft leather. Silver jewelry jangles on her wrists as she moves, and a solid silver collar is about her neck. A sign of the time she spent in slavery. Men call her Nakia... temptress of Tortuga...
*crickets chirping*
"So why the hell are we here again?"
"I think some crazy person wanted to see what would happen if five people with really different personalities got together in a room and talked" Kat shrugged. "I was told I would get free rum."
Neron sighed and leaned forward a bit "Well I do hope whoever it is hurries up with their experiment, I have bussiness to attend to."
"By the way Neron, are you still in the slave trade?"
"Yes."
"facinating..."
Saber stared oddly at Nakia "Um... wasnt he the one who sold you into slavery in the first place?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot!"
Kat muttered something under her breath about someone being a closet blonde.
"Hey no dissing anyone... were here to just talk and have fun...
"Oh shut up Aaron."
"Now Kat please... dont start anything. After all he's my ex-boyfriend, and your ex-coworker."
"He's your ex-boyfriend?"
"Who said anything about ex?"
"I dumped you 6 years ago."
"No... you just left, you never said anything about stoping the relationship."
Kat once again muttered something about blondes.
"Well you know... if Saber left you, I'm always available."
"Technically your not. I bought you, and then sold you. You ran away, and they didn't come looking for you. So really you still belong to me."
"Actually that doesn't make any sence..."
"Oh shut up Saber, or I'll drag you off next."
"Did you just threaten my sister?"
"Maybe."
"Thats it... you're really at the top of my list now!"
"For goodness sake Kat! I can take care of myself!"
"Then why is it everywhere you go, people constantly have to rescue you?"
Nakia giggled.
Neron chuckled.
kat nodded.
Saber glared.
"What?"
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ok thats all I have time for tonight... this will be an ongoing thing for me to do when I get bored and want to post. Feel free to leave comments, but I would apprechiate it if you didn't try to join in on the conversation. If you want to post in character, pretend you are watching the whole thing through one of those mirrors that investigators use. *g* hope I was able to make you at least smile at my insanity!
Well I figured the padded ship was as good a place as any to find out... and because this is the padded ship, I'm not going to keep it totaly period. This is for my own pleasure as well as yours... Enjoy!
The scene is still, tranquill almost, but also increadibly odd. Five people are seated around an ordinary wooden table, and a "get your own drink" bar is standing nearby. The Five are very different in looks and ways...
The first is a young woman, about 24 years old, and standing only a few inches over 5ft tall. Her face is pleasent, but her deep blue eyes seem to hold a sorrow that no man can fathom. Her clothing is simple... Dark blue almost black pants, black leather boots, a green sash and a wide leather belt, a tight blue corset and a loose white shirt. Her look is compleated by a blue silk scarf wrapped around her head and brown hair. She is the one they call Saber... master swords woman...
Next to her is a woman, slightly older and taller then herself. Green pericing eyes search the others in the room with a cold vengence, her red lips curled into a subtle scowl. Her outfit is differnt from any of the others in the room. Mainly because of the tatterd cloak that hangs from her shoulders, and the straight rimmed black hat jammed firmly onto her firey red hair. She also wears Black boots, and blackish pants. A white shirt with a green bodice comprise the top of her costume. She is known as Kat... assasin at large...
After Kat comes a man. Young, handsome, charming, muscular, and tall he is a young girl's dream. And he knows it too. Pushing his white blond hair out of his face, he looks with cool blue eyes at the women seated around the table. He is wearing a light blue shirt, only partially laced up, that compliments his eyes. Black pants and boots are the bottom of his outfit, but his boots are different. White Celtic designs run down their sides. Also, under his thick black belt, a white sash hangs. He is Aaron... breaker of hearts...
Another man is seated at the table, and he is as dark, as Aaron is light. His black waves of hair fall about his broad shoulders, and his lustful brown eyes look about the room, as he sits back in his chair, bearded chin in his hand. His clothing is more elaborate then the rest, suggesting rank and prosperity. His shirt is white, and evidently made of silk. He wears black pants, boots, and a stiff black waist coat with gold buttons. Over it all, he has a blood red gentleman's coat, also with gold buttons and trim. This is Neron... foremost slaver in the Caribbean...
The last person in the party was a female... and boy was she ever. Beautiful is not the word, more like senual. Her black eyes gazed upon the men in the room, perhaps hoping to get a bite. Her raven black hair, wildly dyed with blue and purple, fell about her bare shoulders. Legs crossed, she shows off her pants. Though black, they have a intentional slit down the side of each leg, that has been laced up again almost closed... but not quite. Her loose shirt, that has compleatly fallen off her shoulders, is only contained by an extreamly tight deep purple corset. her shoes, unlike the rest, are brown, and are made of a soft leather. Silver jewelry jangles on her wrists as she moves, and a solid silver collar is about her neck. A sign of the time she spent in slavery. Men call her Nakia... temptress of Tortuga...
*crickets chirping*
"So why the hell are we here again?"
"I think some crazy person wanted to see what would happen if five people with really different personalities got together in a room and talked" Kat shrugged. "I was told I would get free rum."
Neron sighed and leaned forward a bit "Well I do hope whoever it is hurries up with their experiment, I have bussiness to attend to."
"By the way Neron, are you still in the slave trade?"
"Yes."
"facinating..."
Saber stared oddly at Nakia "Um... wasnt he the one who sold you into slavery in the first place?"
"Oh yeah! I forgot!"
Kat muttered something under her breath about someone being a closet blonde.
"Hey no dissing anyone... were here to just talk and have fun...
"Oh shut up Aaron."
"Now Kat please... dont start anything. After all he's my ex-boyfriend, and your ex-coworker."
"He's your ex-boyfriend?"
"Who said anything about ex?"
"I dumped you 6 years ago."
"No... you just left, you never said anything about stoping the relationship."
Kat once again muttered something about blondes.
"Well you know... if Saber left you, I'm always available."
"Technically your not. I bought you, and then sold you. You ran away, and they didn't come looking for you. So really you still belong to me."
"Actually that doesn't make any sence..."
"Oh shut up Saber, or I'll drag you off next."
"Did you just threaten my sister?"
"Maybe."
"Thats it... you're really at the top of my list now!"
"For goodness sake Kat! I can take care of myself!"
"Then why is it everywhere you go, people constantly have to rescue you?"
Nakia giggled.
Neron chuckled.
kat nodded.
Saber glared.
"What?"
~~~~~~~~~
ok thats all I have time for tonight... this will be an ongoing thing for me to do when I get bored and want to post. Feel free to leave comments, but I would apprechiate it if you didn't try to join in on the conversation. If you want to post in character, pretend you are watching the whole thing through one of those mirrors that investigators use. *g* hope I was able to make you at least smile at my insanity!