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 Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 12:43 am
 Welcome to the Logs of Gretel Cooke, owned by MleIlere. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.  Info Name: Gretel Cooke Owner: MleIlere Stage: Ship's Boy Crew Position: Rigging Rat Ship: Description:-
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:43 pm
-Gretel Cooke- Name: Gretel Cooke
Nickname: None as of yet... Let us keep it that way.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Parents: Alive...? Dead?
Eye Color: Blue and yellow.
Hair Color: Blonde with hints of blue at the tips.
Love: Hmm?
Hate: What's to hate so far?
Bio: Gretel looked around boredly, her mother cast her a quick, stern glance then walked away towards her father, who was talking to some of the crew. How much longer would they make her wait? She bit her lip and stood up, holding her large dress up as she walked to the side of the ship and looked down. The water gently crashed against the side of the ship, and not far off in the distance was a lovely tropical island. "Daddy... I want to go there. It's boring here." she looked at him only to find he hadn't heard a word she said.
There were eight people on the ship, not including her and the only one who paid the slightest amount of attention to her, was her mother. The crew mostly avoided her, and her father was usually to busy. Counting his money, or inspecting the wares, and comanding the crew. Gretel bit her lip once again, the island itself was enought to make her want to jump the ship. Warm sand between her toes, and the trees and plants. Why did it seem like only yesterday she was back at school, with friends, giggling at boys and riding her pony. Annoyed Gretel started towards her room. If she wanted to leave, she would. So what if someone saw her? What would they do...
She pulled out a sheet or paper and a quill and scribbled a quick note. "I have gone to shore. Send a boast to get me before nightfall. Gretel." she muttered under her breath while writing the note. She put it on her desk and placed a small rock over it's corner then grabbed a pair of her night pants and put them on under her skirt. She then tugged of the large, frilly dress with some trouble and and looked back towards the note.
"Maybe..." she sat down, her back against the wall. She started chewing at her nails. What if they didn't come get her? After a few minutes and she stood up, what a foolish thing to think. Of course they would. She wouldn't be surprised if they had someone go get her before she reached the island. No time to be scared! She thought of the island again, it seemed to give her a rush. Sneaking off, disobeying her parents. She would pay for it dearly after, but maybe. Just maybe it was worth it. There was little more they could to mkae their trips less enjoyable.
Standing up she made up her mind, there was no turing back now. She snuck of the stairs and looked around, then quickly made her way to the back of the ship. She was about to jump when she quickly stopped. How foolish, they would surely hear a splash, then that would be it. Running quietly around she finanlly seen rope and quickly went to grab it. Then quickly dropped it as one of the crew walked by, he looked at for maybe a second then kept walking like she hand't even been there. She grabbed the rope again and tied it tightly to the railing. Letting out a deep breath she jumped onto the railing and grabbed the rope.
She let out a small cry, and she slid down. The rope had burned her hands but before she had a chance to even look at them she was in the water. Gretel gasped and quietly started to swim towards the island. She would only swin till she was close enough that the current would take her. She looked back, still nothing. How long would it take someone to notice the rope? She tried to push the thought out of her head and countinued towards the island...
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:46 pm
-Relationships- None yet...
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:48 pm
-Currently- Meeting her hopefully new captain.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 5:42 pm
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