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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on May 15, 2004 0:16:35 GMT -5
Welcome ta Isla DeMuerta! I'm yer host, Cap'n Barbossa! The old pub 'ere on this Godfersaken rock seems ta have died *grin* so, at the request o' me Evil Cohort, I reopened it here! There be a few rules fer postin' here mate: 1. Stay in character at all times! This isn't an official RPG, but its possible that some of the things that happen here will have an impact in the main story 2. No killing! Maiming is fine, although I won't be held responsible for lost or damaged body parts... 3. Have fun! That's what you're here for, after all! If things get a bit boring, feel free to whip out the rabid duck, or kamikaze platypi to liven the place up a bit Enjoy yer rum, me hearties!
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Post by Evelyn on May 15, 2004 0:26:25 GMT -5
Selina strode into the pub running a hand through her dark locks, and took a seat at the bar. "An ale." Selina said flatly slapping her hand down on the counter. Her Spanish accent apparent in her speech, but not overwhelming. Her green eyes stared aroud as the ale was brought to her. The pub was empty at the moment, but she suspected her new Captain, Barbossa would be in soon enough.
She took the ale and drank it down in one long swig. She placed it down and looked around. Her hands were covered in a leather glove. Selina always found herself wearing leather gloves, and she never really knew why. She had even slept with them. A strange fact about her that most men noticed, because it was they who would be caught gazing at her for long periods of time. Her beauty was stunning, but she used it to her advantage...this tactic had built up her famous nickname........The Black Widow.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on May 15, 2004 0:59:23 GMT -5
::Barbossa strides into the pub, tossing his large coat over the back of a chair and flopping down into a seat near Selina. Had he been any other man, he wouldn't have been able to take his eyes off the beautiful face across from him. But he'd been around the Black Widow for too long now to fall for her tricks. He cleared his throat and put his boots up on the table::
"So, 'ow 'ave things been, Selina? It's been a while.... I was beginnin' ta think ye'd finally gotten yerself killed."
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Post by Evelyn on May 15, 2004 1:06:46 GMT -5
Selina turned her gaze to him. "Killed? No...but I have a scar or two to show for it." She grinned as she lifted her chin to reveal a long scar under her neck. "Seems my reputation is getting too well known for my own good." Selina spoke in perfect english so that her words were clear so that the Spanish accent never accidently changed what she had meant to say.
"But what about you?" she asked him lifting a curved brow. "Any interesting propositions you have for me? Remember I'll be yours for the right price...in business anyway." she smirked drumming her decorated fingers upon the bar. They glittered with rings of all shapes and sizes. It had been a while since Selina had had a true voyage and adventure, and she had been anxious to be part of one.
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on May 15, 2004 1:29:40 GMT -5
::The pirate captain shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was very fond of Selina as a friend, but something about her make him nervous::
"None at the moment, lass, sorry ta disappoint ye. But I did make an interestin' acquiantance on the way 'ere... Selina, this be Damien."
::The doors swing open once again and a tall figure wrapped completely in a black cloak and hood enters the tavern. He walks up the table Barbossa and Selina are sitting at, he face emotionless::
"Well met, Selina..." ::he says, pulling her hand up to kiss her palm. His hands are cold, and his nails are unnaturally long for a man his age. However, he has a certain charm to him, despite his mysterious air...or perhaps because of it::
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Post by Evelyn on May 15, 2004 1:36:55 GMT -5
Selina smiled at the Captain until the doors opened and in came in a dark figure. He caught her interest...but only slightly. Something about the man was a bit odd. As he slowly kissed her hand she smirked slightly. "Damien...interesting. Very interesting." She smiled evilly at Barbossa.
"Good to meet you as well." She gave him a smirk and a wink. He was handsome, but very pale, her gloved hands shielding her from the coldness of his hands, but that didn't prevent a shiver from racing down her spine. "Tell me, Damien...where did Barbossa acquire such an interesting find?" Selina asked as she scooted a bit closer to the man.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on May 15, 2004 19:14:27 GMT -5
(ooc-Oh,yeah,Barbossa,just open a new pub and don't tell me?!For the purposes of this,and since I'm bringing Gypsy back in the new rpgs,she's not dead,lol)
A young woman walks into the bar,the coins on her sash jingling as she swings her hips.Her dark eyes looked warily around before she sat down,parts of her crossed legs visible through the slit in her long skirt.She sat with Barbossa,her captain,and Selina,whom she had encountered before,and also a man to whom she had not been introduced.She brushes back a strand of mid-back length,raven hair,grabbing herself a mug of rum.She didn't particularly care for the taste,but the alcohol always helped...helped her forget about the misery life had brought on her over the years.
"Hello,Captain,"she said,after taking a sip of her drink,pursing her lips at the strong,displeasing flavor.She then nodded towards Selina,and cast a curious glance at Damien."Who is your...friend?"Gypsy did not usually get along well with anyone,and truth be told hated men for all that they'd done to her,but there was something different about this one...something she wasn't sure whether she liked...
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Post by Carrie "Longshanks" Barker on Jul 28, 2004 10:23:14 GMT -5
*Carrie creeps up to the pub and read the sign.* "What a curious name fer a pub, since dead men tell no tales" *She walks into the pub, she nods at Cap'n Barbossa but doesn't go over to him. So she sits all by her onesies in a corner.*
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