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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 9, 2006 22:09:25 GMT -5
There are many things that can be said about Tortuga.
It is an anomaly, a lawless place tucked away and kept miraculously safe from a world more insistent with each passing day on order and legality.
It is, in the opinions of most, a wretched place altogether, a breeding place for the lowest of the low, harlots and gamblers and pirates and scum.
You can never count on being welcomed home, if you can call it home at all. But in a strange,perhaps a bit hostile way, everyone is equally unwelcome here. In itself, that's a bit of a comfort. No matter where you've come from or what you've done, Tortuga's got a place for you.
It's also, incidentally, a Hell of a fun place.
The Rusty Pail is a small, unassuming building, near the center of Tortuga. The drinks are cheap, the music is free, and if you want to break your chair over your neighbor's head, well, we'll all understand. Blighter probably deserved it anyway.
Welcome to Tortuga, mate...
Thread rules:
-Stay in character
-No godmoding
-Swearing only in character, and as little as reasonably possible.
-Have fun. This is an absolute order, and if it is not followed to the letter, you will be flogged!
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jul 9, 2006 22:27:50 GMT -5
A figure, dressed in green and black, strode into the pub. Short in stature, and small in body, the percing green eyes, and the scowl they cast about the room made up for it. Kat Tompson threw her vibrant red hair over her shoulder, and twisted her head slightly cracking her neck. "Small... out of the way..." She muttered. No wonder her cliant had told her to meet him.. or her here.
Going to the bar she sat down and ordered a rum. Procuring it she turned on the stool and leaned back against the wood. She looked about. She didn't know exactly who she was meeting, but she figured time would tell. Sipping her drink she sighed and wished she had some way to pass the time. "Gah... the music is getting on my nerves... " She said with a small growl.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 9, 2006 22:36:45 GMT -5
"Then kill the musicians. That's right up yer alley, innit, Kat?"
Emma Hawkins slid into a chair next to the redhead, breathing a little heavily from the fight she'd just stepped out of. She pulled her auburn hair out of the way as she leaned back, and gave her old friend a grin. "Good t'see ya around here again, mate. Business, or just 'avin' a drink?"
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jul 9, 2006 23:37:08 GMT -5
Kat looked over at Em and gave a small smirk "Aye perhapse I should just kill 'em... but then I'm not sure they're worth the effort. She sipped her drink and settled back on her stool.
"It's good ta see you as well, I'm 'ere for both actualy. Not sure who my client is yet, butI'm sure he'll reveal 'isself in good time." She looked over at Emma and noticed her heavy breathing "Been havin a bit of a fight? Wot's it about this time?" She said turning back to look around the pub. "Debts? Old quarrels?... Someone insult Rick again?"
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 9, 2006 23:43:15 GMT -5
At the mention of Rick, Emma made a pained face. "Aye," she admitted, pausing in her explanation to steal a drink from a man she didn't know as another man she didn't know picked him up and tossed him out of his chair. He wouldn't be needing it, anyway. "Bleedin' Barbossa's got it inta everyone's 'eads that 'e wears women's clothes or somethin'..."
She glanced back at the chaos that was the rest of the bar, taking a pull from the cup and wondering how long she'd manage to stay out this time. Five minutes was her record for just sitting and talking here, and with Kat around, trouble was most likely not far off. She grinned a little bit, waxing nostalgic for a moment. "'Ey, Kat... what was the name of that one pub...y'know, the one where I met ye? Wasn' too far from 'ere..."
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jul 10, 2006 10:30:10 GMT -5
Kat snorted as Emma talked of Rick and his kilt. Sounded like something Barbossa would do. "Well it does look a bit like a skirt... " She muttered to herself, picking up another rum from the bar.
She managed a small smile as Emma began to talk of the old days, and where they first met. "ey what? The name? Oh let me see..." She mused for a moment, and then nodded curtly. "Falcon's Rest." She said with a small sigh. "Aye.. those where the days... I had jus' finished a job, so I was in a reletively good mood..." She paused and took a gulp of her drink. "Why were you there again? And we got into some sort of fight or somethin' didn't we?"
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Jul 12, 2006 21:46:57 GMT -5
Emma's eyes twinkled, and she raised her cup to Kat."Kat...o' course we got inta a fight!It's just a matter 'f rememberin' which fight it was...As I recall, someone was tryin' t' kill ye... but really, it was a bit rude, since I wasn' done talkin' to ye...lookin' back, I'd say it was only right an' proper that I did what I did." She took a sip of rum, then added thoughtfully, "Even if I did 'ave t'replace the stool afterwards. Shoulda used somethin' smaller an' cheaper, maybe..."
Her bluegreen eyes scanned the room periodically, just to make sure no one with a vendetta against her was nearby. There was a man in the corner whom she knew for a fact she owed money, but besides him, no one had a particular reason to want her dead. Even he wasn't a threat at the moment- a couple of other ladies seemed to have him quite occupied. Men... She leaned back in her chair, allowing herself to relax. Not a care in the world, then, and a friend at her side and a drink in her hand. Life was decidedly good today.
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Post by Saber & Kat Tompson on Jul 17, 2006 11:58:50 GMT -5
Kat smirked a little and nodded her head. "Aye... perhaps ya should have used a mug or somethin', but then we didnt want ta waste any o' the rum." She sat back, remembering the old times, and took a long draft from her mug. Yes... those had been good times, and not much had changed, except for the fact that Kat had found Saber and Emma had found Rick, and they all had signed up on the Pearl. It was a good life...
Kat sighed and set her mug down. "I wish my client would show hisself... things are gettin' a little quiet 'round here." She pasued and shiffted on her stool. "O course... we could do somthin' about that..." She said turning to Em and giving one of her rare small grins.
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