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 Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 10:42 am
*the sounds of the song calmed kubain, he relaxes on the deck*
ah....whats a soothing song...if only i could recognize the tune...
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 5:36 pm
The Nameless One eek DISCOVERED! *Sparrow had discovered him, not so hard to grasp considering his smell. When she lunged at him, he jumped out from behind the barrel and ran around her back to the upper deck. It seemed as if there was nowhere to go, thus he climbed the ropes that led to the crows nest because Sparrow wouldn't even think of finding him there.* *spills rose water on Nameless* ...and I thought I smelt bad *jumps down from the top of the mast and faceplants onto the deck* ...not one of me best jumps*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:08 pm
crying I feel so defeated... *sigh*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:10 pm
Ares *leans out towards the water, then rocks back to the deck. Her humming becomes more audible, though still quiet. She stares off into space* ((Someone might want to stop a SIREN from having an audible song sung on a ship with MEN around.)) ((MIGHT. And beleive me, If I were to stop you, it wouldn't be plesant. *Murder ideas come into head*))
Sparrow stares at Ares for a few moments, before she claps her hands over her eyes to the wretched noise spilling from Ares mouth. "Ares, you sound like a dying chipmonk! Do us all a favor and please, shutup."
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:13 pm
The Nameless One crying I feel so defeated... *sigh*
Sparrow turns from Ares to laugh at Nameless. Climbing up to where he is, she wraps an arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry Nameless, you smell better. Actualy, you smell like a whore. ^_^"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:18 pm
eek A WHORE?! YARR, I'LL SLEEP WITH THE FISHES BEFORE I SIMPLY LET THAT HAPPEN...
*Before he could say anything more, he jumped down from the crowsnest and to look for filthy things to whipe away the smell.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:21 pm
Sparrow blinked and watched him plummit down to the deck. Shaking her head, she scurried down after him. "Wait!!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:23 pm
*Upon Sparrow's speaking, he stopped in his tracks and looked back up to her.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:28 pm
The Nameless One *Upon Sparrow's speaking, he stopped in his tracks and looked back up to her.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:32 pm
eek ...
*Feeling totally pitiful, he submits knowing he'll never win because... well he's the Nameless One...*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:35 pm
Happy that she won, she stands triumphitly and prods Namless. "Aye, Nameless, you did the right thing...besides..you smell pretty too!" Plopping down on the deck and leaning against the mast, she grabs his arm. "Sit!!!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:40 pm
*He felt her arm pull at him to sit down, so he does so without thinking.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:42 pm
Sparrow grins as she thinks to herself "Bwahahahha! He is all...like...Zombie ish!"Prodding him gently in the ribs, she squirst another bit of perfume on him. "My...don't you smell manly! ^__^" Wrapping an arm around his shoulder once more, she opens a bottle of Vodka, takes a swig, then passes it to him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:45 pm
*Having been without alcohol of any form for almost 4 days now, he snatched the flask from her when she offered and took a large swig.*
AH, that hits the spot... thank ye 3nodding .
*He handed the flask back to her, wanting to simply run off with it, but yet he simply let it go.*
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 7:50 pm
Pleased that he remained seated, she sought no need for the coil of rope she stuffed in her blouse. Taking back the flask to have another swig, she mumbled. Handing it back to him, she took out a crush and brushed his hair.
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