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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:45 pm
Storm knew she was opening the fabled Pandora's box, but couldn't help herself.
"And the third?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 6:55 pm
Allen took a bottle, taking a tiny sip.
Allen: Unconsciousness.
With that, he fell over, completely passed out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:36 pm
Storm took the bottle from Allen's slack hand and took a drink from it, watching him snore off his booze. He really was an interesting fellow...and cute...and a mancer...
Before she quite knew what she was doing, Storm stood and moved over to Allen, smiling. She propped herself up over the male's unconcious form on her hands and knees. The drow smiled and bent down, kissing him lightly.
"I do feel just a twinge of sorrow for this, Allen, you must understand...and I do like you. A lot."
She sat back on Allen's thighs, calling two names. Zia and Maida found their mother still seated on Allen when they bounced into the room. Their jovial expressions dissovled into masks of contempt.
"What're you doing?" "He's a bad man, mother." "He tried to hurt us."
Storm didn't look at them.
"I know. That's why I'm giving him to you. To do what you will."
The laughter in their eyes had returned with a fury.
"Really?" "This isn't a joke?"
"No. He's all yours."
Evil cackle dominated the ship as Zia and Maida bodily dragged Allen away for nefarious nefariying.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 3:58 pm
((Nefarious nefariying?))
Allen groaned in his stupor, muttering something akin to, "No, it only has one neck," Before falling silent again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:12 pm
[Isebella Callahan: Creating interesting phrases since 198*cough*]
Much, much later found the crow girls stearing up at a naked Allen, wondering how to get him back down for more fun. Already, he had a new tat on his stomach, a new form of makeup and was currently hanging by a complicatly knoted arm, leg, and what look suspicously like his...well...you know...
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:49 pm
((Will you be able to make them once you're Isabella Zook?))
Allen finally stirred, awaking slowly.
Allen: Ooww, my crotch hurts. What happe- WHAT THE ******** DID YOU DO TO ME?!?!
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 7:23 pm
[I shall be very cross indeed, if it turns out that I cannot. Intersting turns of phrases are all I really have, you know.]
The crow girls giggled, folding their arms across painfully thin chests.
"We didn't," "Do anything." "Well, except for that tat..." "But isn't the knight ever so pretty?" "Do you like it?" "Please say yes!" "It goes with your makeup!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:58 pm
Allen looked at his throbbing stomach, roaring down at the girls.
Allen: GET MY THE ******** DOWN FROM HERE, YOU ******** HARPIES!!!!
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 3:50 pm
Zia and Maida shook her head.
"Nonono," "Not if you," "Are cursing at us." "And calling us harpies," "When we clearly aren't."
Storm wandered back up on deck, finishing buttoning up the buttons on the front of her shirt. She looked flushed and her hair was slightly askew. Storm looked the picture of innocence. Or rather, the picture of the sterotypical eighteen year old child who still thought sex was this new and exciting toy.
"What is all this yelling?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:12 pm
Allen: STORM! Get your fingers out of your crotch and get me the ******** down from here!
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:37 pm
Storm sighed and came up in line with her daughters.
"Yes, because yelling rude things at me is a way to get my a** moving."
She didn't bother to try and get Allen to understand the small fact that she hadn't been alone; he was still getting dressed. Instead, she cocked her head and tried to figure out just how Allen was stuck.
"Um, care to explain how your leg is bending that way? I thought human limbs didn't go that way?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:46 pm
Allen: Graagh, ******** you all!
He snapped his fingers, and shadows appeared, slicing him down, and forming shadowy clothes.
Allen: You all are a bunch of bitches. Two bitches and a whore!
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:08 pm
Zia and Maida stuck their tounges out at Allen.
"You are mean!" "Ever so veryvery mean!"
Storm put a hand on Maida's shoulder.
"Now now, sweetlings. He doesn't mean what he is saying. You did just tie him up on the main mast. With a leg, arm and his sex, I might add."
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:52 pm
Allen: That hurt like hell, I might add! At least when I impaled you two, I didn't shove shadow spikes up your c*nts!
He growled and stormed off belowdecks, pushing the half-clothed man that had come running up back down the stairs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 6:45 pm
Storm sighed.
"I'll go deal with him, before he tries to destory the ship again. Stay here, please."
She helped the half naked man back to his feet as she passed him.
"Be more careful next time, Eddard. And try not to run with your trousers at your ankles next time, please. I have found just how much it imparies one's running ablities."
Eddar nodded and started to pull his pants back up around his waist as Storm walked on. She found Allen in the first place she looked: Her personal stock of brews. Storm folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the door jamb, just looking at him.
"Why are you so mad, mister Allen?"
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