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 Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 6:51 pm
Ilor *looks down at her* "Why? what would have been the point of that? There's no way around it I had to save you that's that so live with it." *smiles at her* "now sleep you need it. Let the rest of the crew take care of searching for the captin." *attempts to get up* I can at least help with something....
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 11:16 pm
John-0935 *looking down after drinking his stolen rum to his now empty hand from someone snaching from him* ahhhh, me Pepto-Bismol...., my tummy hurts, i was looking forward to that crying ... ZZZ...
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 2:07 am
*push's her down with one of his hands*
"No you aren't you wouldn't let me when I was in the same condition...paybacks a b***h isn't it."
*smiles at her*
"now stay there and rest."
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 2:52 pm
I'm not used to being taken care of....
*lays back and gives in*
I might get used to it....
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 6:42 pm
*wakes up amidst the beaches of an unknown place, with one of his bags of rum from his pillaging gone*
hm....what a conundrum....
*he looks for his ship, but its nowhere to be found, in fact...no kind of wood can be seen, trees, huts...nothin*
oh well...
*his eyes glow blue as he tries to open a portal to return to the ship...but the dark, swiveling portal blinks out before it fully opens*
hm.....haven't seen an island like this since.....
....
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The arena....but its gone...or at least it supposed to
*he walks off into the desert with his rum in hand*
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 5:29 pm
looks around realizing nobody cares that he showed up on the ship for the fourth time after a long absence, in his lonly state he walks toward his old cabin and notices the sign posted on the door "Storage Cabnet", where his ensigna was once enscribed.........bored he checks the crew roster his name almost faded from when it was written and lines crossing out the names of most of his old friends and companions.........
"Wow......things have changed a lot since the first time I have set foot on the lady she doesn't feel like home anymore.....maybe it will just take some time........or maybe......"
looking down at the bottle in his hand he starts to drink somemore until yet again he passes out in his depression
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 6:24 pm
::- Nyssa walked up onto the top deck. Her features were pale, her eyes vacant. Within her arms she carried her son's blanket, her fingers playing with the soft fabric as she leant over the railing and looked down at the water. Down below her bunk was desicrated. Clothing was thrown all over the place and baby Hayate's crib remained empty. Her hands trembled as she kneeled down by the railing, feeing as if she were to be sick. Within moments, her entire body was trembling, tears forming within her crimson optics as she closed her eyes, the beads of hot liquid sliding down her cheeks and dripping down to her lap, being absorbed into the fabric of her pants. -::
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 8:01 pm
It took Harley nearly half an hour to find an empty bunk somewhere on the ship. At least, she thought it was empty. There were no signs of occupation. Harley grinned to herself. If someone cares, I'll fight 'em for it. Her performance in front of the Captain was just pitiful. She'd sounded meek, nervous, and unpromising as a pirate. She hoped to make a better impression to the rest of her shipmates.
Effortlessly, Harley deposited her sea chest on her bed. It was mostly empty and all the weight came from the chest itself. Inside was nothing but a stolen journal and pen. That, along with the clothes on her back, where all the things she owned. That's why I joined this crew. So I could have some place to sleep for a while.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 9:54 pm
*Walking through the crew's cabin in his apparently drunken state, he tripped over the outcold Valduil. He glared at the bottle the elf held in his hand and felt a spark of pity for him. He threw a blanket from the nearest bunk down to the body lying on the floor and returned to his bunk to snuggle with his rum and his teddy bear.*
:sigh: it seems like perpetual night here... i wonder how far we are on the course for Spain...
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 12:28 am
*leans back in his chair and sets the bottle on the floor*
"Good. well then with that all taken care of is there anything you'd like? food, drink, anything. you name it and I'll get it for ya."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 1:48 am
*climbs himself up to the crows nest and relaxes in his own peace and serinity chugging down rum looking to the stars as the past hits him like a metaphor im thinking of but havent come up with it yet..., as john whispers to himself*
...Carina
*he then closes his eyes and drinks down more rum as he trys to wash away his so faverite memory that brings him pain as the days go on and the littleist things remind him*
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 5:16 am
Ilor *leans back in his chair and sets the bottle on the floor* "Good. well then with that all taken care of is there anything you'd like? food, drink, anything. you name it and I'll get it for ya." *smirks* You know, if I was at my usual, I would probably take advantage of that.... *looks at him* But, no. I'm alright.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 4:42 pm
Harley shook her head as she realized she'd been staring at her journal. She opend the cover and looked at the first thing she'd written in it: the Alphabet, in her awkward chicken scratch. She sat down and added a new entry to it. "Today I gawt a nuh jahb!"
Placing her journal back in her empty chest, she looked around her room. Her entire journey around the ship had given her the feeling that some sort of drowzy sorrow had been cast over this place. There were drunken pirates in the halls and boozing loners hanging off the rails on deck. Everyone seemed haunted by something.
A quiet rumble echoed through the walls and whispered to Harley. The rumble grew to a quiet, hushed, roar - unmistakable raucous laghter from somewhere on the ship. That's more of what I'm talking about! she grinned, locking her chest and rushing out the door towards the sounds of a drunk party.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 6:56 pm
[The arena....Kubain remembered it all too well...when Kubain was "more" human, he was forced into a contest, seeing things never thought possible and completly hidden from civilization...or so it seemed]
i never thought id ever see this place again....if only others knew of the abominations he saw there...
[the arena was hidden for its specific reasons, it was mainly the use for an overlord's experiments...until his kingdom fell, then it became a coliseum full of demons, angels, and more]
*As he walked along the corridors of the mysterious place, kubain noticed something all too familiar*
no....then this is the place...
[the arena was the birthplace and also deathbed to many creatures...a place where warlords, to even peasants bet, won, and lost more then their share of possesions...as well as lives]
*Kubain stares at the wall of pikes...a wall that used to remind warriors of the pain and consequence of a loss in battle...
Heads of many warriors are seen impaled on the pikes themselves...as well as how they died, written in blood on the wall...*
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2005 1:11 am
*lefts his head slightly to see a dark spot in the dark horizon above the ocean, as a shock comes acrossed johns face*
there be Spain, LAND HO ALL YE LASSES, PREPARE FOR SHORE DOCK, GET THIS SHIP CLOSE ENOUGH TO SEND OUT LONGBOATS, LETS GET A MOVE ON!!!
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