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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 24, 2003 16:45:58 GMT -5
* As maria dodged Emma first blow by throwing BBB at her She tookout more rum and threw them on the floor one by once. tilll your feet were so soaked in it it would squish eveery time they took a step. The scent filled the air*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 25, 2003 7:34:01 GMT -5
:The scent of rum nearly overpowered Emma's self-discipline.She was unsure of whether to cry at the loss of so much rum,or try to save it.But she did neither:You'll pay for this!:She picked up Barbossa and flung him once more at Maria:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 25, 2003 20:25:35 GMT -5
* Maria shook her head and walked slowly out of the pub* Don't worry I'll be back!!!
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Post by Evelyn on Sept 27, 2003 13:53:58 GMT -5
Evelyn walked in with her long black coat as Maria passed her angrily and she looked around. It seemed as if something must have happened, judging at the smashed bottle of rum on the floor and other sights. She sees Barbossa and she grins. Evelyn walks to a table and sits down looking around at the scene. She widens her eyes. "Looks like it's been a bit of a rough day, hasn't it?" she asked noticing the famous Barbossa and quietly rests her left hand under her coat on the hilt of her sword. In a place like this, you never know.
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 27, 2003 15:17:36 GMT -5
*Maria waltzes in carrying Emma's spork and a huge sly grin on her face* " Emma" *She coes to the side of the pub and hold the spork out tyhe window, the sea below* I'll drop it
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 27, 2003 18:41:43 GMT -5
:Emma stares:My...my spork!:She freezes: Ok,Maria...now...don' do anythin' unnecessary...
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 27, 2003 21:29:42 GMT -5
Ah so I 'ave found yer weakness, aye?But....: She loosens her gri[p to only catch it at the very tip of the handle:
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 27, 2003 21:40:07 GMT -5
:Emma gulps,paling"Aye....aye...name yer demands....
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 27, 2003 21:44:31 GMT -5
Fisrt :she starts: I would like you to lay of Barbossa and Saber. Next quit drinking. At least for tonite.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 27, 2003 22:00:46 GMT -5
:Emma nods as the demands are made.Then,her jaw drops:Stop drinking?[/i]:Her eyes grow huge and fill with tears.Just when she thinks all hope is lost...:
:Rick wanders in,clad as usual in his pirate's attire.He sees Emma in all her pinkness,the smashed bottles of rum on the floor,and Maria,holding Emma's spork out of the window,and knows one thing-this evil being must be brought to justice...:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 27, 2003 22:04:22 GMT -5
Please Emma no more drinking. Just for tonite.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 27, 2003 22:15:57 GMT -5
Rick heard the girl speak,and he blinked.He drew her aside."Believe me,lass...ye don' want te be tryin' that.Las' time I tried te keep Emma from her rum...well,le's just say it's a good thing fer me she's fond of me,or I might not be standin' 'ere today,,,"
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Sept 27, 2003 22:20:12 GMT -5
* As Maria was pulled aside by rick and as he told her of the last incidence Maria couldn't help but wonder. Was she an addict?* " But... I 'ave 'er spork. She'll 'ave te give up."
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Post by Evelyn on Sept 27, 2003 22:45:29 GMT -5
Evelyn could only look at the whole situation and lifted her brows wondering what was going to happen. She could see Emma on the ground and Maria holding her spork. 'What is that?' Evelyn thought to herself.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Sept 27, 2003 22:47:07 GMT -5
Rick shook his head."I's not 'er fault...mainly me father's actually.'E took 'er in an' all...but 'e didn't know much abou' raisin' kids.She's been drinkin' since she was twelve years old,I don' think there's much ye can do about it now.Ye won' do anyone any good by witholdin' the spork,or by destroyin' it..."
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