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 Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 6:01 pm
I am not a pretty girl.
That is not what I do…  Thieves Mae let out a frustrated grunt as she nearly snapped her pin in the lock. "Stupid little..." Mae pittered off angrily. She gave an impulsive, strong, yank on the chain, letting out a wounded yelp as it caught, cutting into her flesh. Mae sighed, laying back on the thin mattress. "Down here until I calm down. Well, that's bloody not working! Ugh! Being chained to the floor and trapped in a cage like an animal is not high on my list of soothing things."
Mae rolled onto her side, grabbing her bag that she had set on the corner of the mattress. She pulled out her bottle she had taken backat the bar. "May as well make the most of it, Mae. It's going to be a long time until that crab comes back." Mae shook her head, taking a drink and laying back. Gina could feel the waves rocking the ship and hear them, even. She wished there was some sort of window so she could tell how far they were. …I ain't no damsel in distress.
And I don't need to be rescued.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 6:42 pm
Night was falling swiftly as the Basilisk cut through the waves. William was at the front of the ship, stretched out on his back, watching the sky. The figurehead beneath him depicted Calypso at her finest, clad in nothing but water that swirled about her breast, her hands clasped to the Conch shell over her heart. The night crew was silent, most of them up in the rigging, keeping the ropes in shape, while a few ranged on the deck, cleaning. Freska wandered up, a tray in hand with a bowl of stew perched on it. Looking up at the smell of the meal, he waved a hand. "Take it to the brig. Even if she refuses, leave it." He murmured, lying back down and shifting a little. Freska nodded, turning and sweeping away, feet silent on the wooden desk.
A few minutes later, the young cook stood in front of Mae, her eyes blank as she unlatched the door and slid the tray inside. a jug of fresh water followed. Then, closing the door once more, she dipped her head in a small bow and slipped off.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 6:55 pm
I am not a pretty girl.
That is not what I do… Thieves Mae had given up unlocking herself and had finished off her bottle. She wondered if she could cut off her foot and still swim. Probably not.
Mae opened her eyes as a girl came in, carrying a tray. She slipped food in to her cell, along with water. "Wait! Take this back!" Mae shouted at the retreating figure. "I'm not eating this! That's so wasteful of you! Hey!" …I ain't no damsel in distress.
And I don't need to be rescued. (Sorry short. must go.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 11:59 pm
William snorted, hearing the faint yells from below, and smirked, resting one arm over his eyes and taking a deep breath of the sea air. 'Just as I thought. She'll either eat it warm, or have it cold.' He mused, humming to himself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:34 pm
I am not a pretty girl.
That is not what I do… Thieves Mae thrashed for a moment against the chain aroudn her ankle again, but ended up at the saem conclusion. This thing was built thief-proof. At least, unprepared for this kind of thing thief-proof.
Mae tried to move he clasp up or down so she could put something against her bleeding ankle, but she just couldn't get it far enough. Mae sighed in frustration. Instead, she took the pitched of clean water and poured a bit in her bottle, washing it out. She dumped that onto the floor. Then she poured more into the now-clean bottle before setting the pitcher down. "Alright." She muttered, ripping a stretch of cloth off of the bottom of her shirt. She crumpled it up and plugged the top of the botle with it, then got the whoel thing damp. Mae removed the cloth them, slipping it down under the clasp around her ankle and using her pin to move it so it was wrapped mostly around the cut. You didn't get to be a high-class thief like her without being recourseful. Then Mae lay back down on the thin mattress.
"Some down here captian loser-face." She dared him quietly, in case there was anyone listening to her, which she honestly doubted. "And knives are going to fly. I don't care. I have nothing to lose anymore. Hmph." Mae put her hands under her head, watching the ceiling and the swaying overhead light. She wondered what time it was. …I ain't no damsel in distress.
And I don't need to be rescued.
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