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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 22, 2006 19:25:05 GMT -5
Ed heard the shouts and the clash of swords above, men crying in agony and dull thuds as their bodies met the unforgiving planks. He finished treating his patient and went to stand, silently anxious, by the doorway. Then he remembered and his body loosened. There was nothing to worry about anymore. All that was worth worrying for had already been stripped from him. He'd expected to feel misery at the passing of his only precious thing, but really it was a freedom. A freedom from fear, from that all consuming dread each time he heard the cries of battle. These men were not his men. They were just future patients.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 22, 2006 19:50:23 GMT -5
Kathrine tenses at the prospect of being examined so forecefully by Ed. It wasn't as though it had hurt her or anything...she would just rather not be touched. When he had finished she rubs her face tenderly from where he had touched it 'Oui..." she murmurs. His orders were strange but then she couldn't argue. Or wanted to for that matter. Her stomach growls lowly and she looks away before turning.
Mouse walks past the rows of dying men and wounded sailors, not giving them a passing glance. When she arrives at the door she decides to take the only way to the galley she knew, the secret way. Soon she had arrived at the small trap doorish thing and rises out, smoothing her dress out and looking around curously. A proper meal? What had he meant, that could be many things. She walks steadily over to the pantry and pokes her head inside, perhaps she was to make something herself. She certainly hoped so.
She stops short and the sound of raised voices and she blinks, slowly peeking out from the galley. She could see much fighting and blinks, remaining silent. It would probably be best for her not to get caught up in such htings.
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Post by Trey on Nov 23, 2006 4:09:52 GMT -5
((By the way, the Ev was rammed FORCEFULLY. Very forcefully. I'm sure that things on the shelves in your little ward would have slid off and men would have been thrown too and fro.))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 23, 2006 18:41:28 GMT -5
((zomg no updates today. Anyways I probably wont be making posts for a few days due to out of town thanksgiving merryment. ta for now ^^))
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 23, 2006 21:47:50 GMT -5
((lol sorry about that, for some reason it hadn't clicked that the ships crashing into one another would cause problems down there xDD))
It was the oddest thing. He'd felt the shock ripple through the ship, knew he had distantly heard to sounds of vials crashing to the floor and those well enough to understand their situation cry out in either fear or outrage. But it hadn't registered. None of it had except that consuming fear, that anxiousness that had plagued him for years now. And so he had moved to the door, lost in thought, ignorant yet aware of the ward coming crashing down behind his back. Eli. The face was there then gone, and as the realization sunk in, that he no longer had to worry for Eli's safety, the sounds and smells came rushing back with vicious speed. He spun heel and began damage control. Mouse had gone up to the galley, he'd send someone after her in a moment. He couldn't leave here. He wouldn't leave here. He was needed. This was his duty, and his duty was all he had left.
- ((And because I feel like it: ))
Bella was sweating at the helm. The gash was deeper than she'd thought, she was bleeding all over the deck. This made her considerably slower. She didn't want a repeat of earlier events. She prided herself on her stamina- in all aspects of her life. Unfortunately, when she was wounded she tended to...flag. She was being worn down. She wanted to get the gash at least wrapped, but pride would not let her abandon her place.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 25, 2006 19:25:12 GMT -5
((Short and sweet - really low on time. Damn you, finals!))
Skye swore as the ship piched her to the floor, the cleft in her tailbone grating against itself. She bit her lip, and looked up. "You may need to make short work of the grief, Cadiz," she said through gritted teeth. "It sounds as if we may need to entertain a few more folk in our ward."
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Post by Clover on Nov 25, 2006 23:39:55 GMT -5
He smiled up at Syke, a waterly little thing, and had just opened his mouth to say something polite and utterly meaningless, he was sure, when the ship jolted and he was sent skittering into the wall. The impact resounded with a thud as his body all but bounced off the hard wood.
Skye's words were registered, as were the muffled sounds of fighting and cries of fallen men. His eyes narrowed, and he slowly pulled himself to his feet. Raising hands, he brushed tears from his cheeks. They would serve no good now, he knew, and would likely get him in quite a bit of trouble on top of that.
Cadiz hissed as a particularily loud thug caught his attention, and swore viciously under his breath. "..... MIERDA!" The curse did little to help, but assauged his feelings of uselessness. As did reaching down to his belt and feeling the heft of the large dagger he wore strapped to his belt.
He shot Skye a look, one eyebrow raising slowly. "Can you fight?"
[sorry if I'm slow.. my grandpa's in the hospital, so I rarely have a moment to sit down and write]
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 26, 2006 0:04:55 GMT -5
((No worries, I hope he gets well soon))
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 26, 2006 2:24:36 GMT -5
((Hope he gets well soon! Is it serious? *concerned*))
She grimaced, forcing herself into a seated position.
"With all parts working, I can keep out of the way and stay alive. With broken bits..."
Gingerly, she fingered her ribs and winced - despite her stitches, the wound in her side had reopened. She was unsurprised, however, since they had most certainly not been her best work. She stood.
"I'm more useful as cannon fodder," she admitted bluntly. "But I'll do what I can."
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Post by lor344 on Nov 26, 2006 19:36:01 GMT -5
((thank goodness I havent missed too much hope your grandfather gets well very soon!)) It had all happened so fast. She had heard some disturbances from outside and peeked out cautously but suddenly there was a jolt in the ship and items on shelves were sent to the floor. She wheels around, pressing herself against the wall so she would not prove as a target to any of the falling items. A few jars shattered on the wooden planks below and some pots followed shortly after but for the most part not much was shifted, this being a ship most things were secure for such occassions or for the might of the waves. She heaves a sigh of relief but soon a mettalic clang resonates through the galley and ten fold through her skull. Icy blue eyes roll back in her head and with a soft low moan she sinks to the floor out cold. Beside her lay an iron skillet that had no doubt met her forhead according to the nasty bruise. All the while outside people were still fighting whilst Mouse slept uneasily on the floor.
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Post by Trey on Nov 27, 2006 1:36:56 GMT -5
((lol <3 Bubbles))
Note: that made sence before Poppy deleted his post.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 28, 2006 13:37:10 GMT -5
Polly had a quickness to his awkward movement that struck the Naval officer's upon the neighboring ship dumb with wonderment. He jump up to the deck where Saigo and A large bohemoth of a man seemed to be sparring. He scammpered past the large man who was wearing what appeared to be a kilt made into pants, and scrunched his nose at him and made a growling noise that was soon accompanied by a his from Precious. Polly jumped over to the back of the boat, and looked down at Trey, before taking the rope in his mouth and giving a tug that lifted the captain a good three inches higher than before. Precious slid down the rope and landed on Trey's shoulder and rubbed against pirate's head with an affectionate purr before chomping down on the rope around Trey's wrists, working to free his arms so that the pirate could climb the last ten feet with ease.
((lol Polly is my favorite PIRATE! Saigo is also. So is Delano... They are the best characters. MYAH!))
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Post by Trey on Nov 28, 2006 15:30:39 GMT -5
McDougle gave Polly an awkward look from the floor and, after a confuzed pause, leapt to his feet and charged at Saigo.
Trey, now thouroughly annoyed and aggrivated, left those angry feelings behind when his rope was pulled without him. Looking up, he saw Precious, Polly's black cat, leap down and chew through his bindings.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 29, 2006 1:30:38 GMT -5
Saigo slid by Mcdougle's blade his side catching the end of it which made him fall to the wooden floor with a painful grunt. That was a little too close... Fuck it is pretty deep too. With an angry thrust of his leg he kicked McDougle's knee, hard.
Precious managed her way slowly but surely throught the three spliced pieces of rope, one, two, now only one left before Trey's wrists would be able to move of their own accord.
Polly almost dropped the rope when he saw the first mate's blood stain the deck but hed tight none the less, letting it slack a mere centimeter lower.
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Post by Trey on Nov 29, 2006 2:21:02 GMT -5
McDougle tripped, his knee giving him a splitting pain down his leg. The barbarian fell to his knees, which caused him more pain. Douglas flung his sword involuntarily, which flipped hilt over tip towards Polly.
Precious had chewed through the last of the ropes, and Trey was at the very top of the rope, about to grab the railing, when McDougle's sword cut through his rope above. Trey's eyes widened, "oh Fu--"
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