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Post by Trey on Nov 7, 2006 0:13:58 GMT -5
Trey's face turned to one of utter horror, "Please, for the love of all things holy, don't read me anything French!" The words that dripped from his tongue hardly carried a syllable recognizable to the learned man, each constanant seemed to be lost within the vowels as though the speaker himself was constantly drunk. A slight smirk replaced the horrified look. If this was anything like what Trey had experienced in the Spanish prisons, it would be a cake walk. If it was anything like what Trey went through in the hands of the Chinese government, this would be worse than death.
((And now, a challanger appears!))
Douglas McDougle stood Idly at the helm of the ship. Long red hair was brushed neatly and tied back into a pony tail, bands keeping it together every couple of inches. Standing at a good 5'11", Douglas was massive, but not neccesarily tall. His enormous muscles were hidden slightly by the Naval uniform he wore, a bit of salad on it, but not much. The British seemed to be racist when it came to the Scottish. A red beard matched his clean kept hair. Only a five o'clock shadow adorned his scarred and deeply tanned chin.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 7, 2006 4:35:30 GMT -5
((Bleh... post later... sleep now....))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 7, 2006 18:25:11 GMT -5
((eh Im out of ideas T_T))
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Post by Trey on Nov 7, 2006 21:27:24 GMT -5
((Make a navy sailor too. ^_^ that way you'll have two options when you come to post.))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 7, 2006 21:47:35 GMT -5
((okies ^^ I dunno...maybe it should be a guy...too many girls here >>))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 7, 2006 21:53:59 GMT -5
In the hull of the ship a clanging resonated through the darkenss. Her muscles tense, had anyone heard? She bites her lower lip, quickly picking up the tool the had fell and placing it back with a trembling hand. She was so hungry.
She runs her hand through her hair, scaggley from days of neglect. Her icy blue eyes pierce the darkness and she utters a soft sigh of relief. Good. No one was coming. She leans back slightly against a crate and closes her eyes, perhaps they would reach a port soon. Oh well at least she was away from her master now.
She never thought she would be a stowaway, she was practically asking to be hung. But then again what choice did she have? She couldnt go back, not after that, not back to him. She shudders slightly at the thought and brings her knees close to her chest, letting her light brown hair come over her face slightly as she rests her forhead on her knees. She stiffles a whimper and just lets the ship rock her back and forth, it was comforting in a way. ((ok btw this is the British ship. She is a stoaway obviously...just kinda hiding out >>))
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 9, 2006 21:39:41 GMT -5
Skye wiped her fingers on the hem of her tunic, removing what she could of the pulpy mess of blood and salve from her hands. Numbness was spreading slowly through her wound, which had stopped bleeding (if only due to the two short stitched holding it together). Rather than risk the pain of moving herself again and further irritating her broken bones, she reached up and grabbed the first firm thing in hand - more @* fruit. Oh well, one used what tools were on hand. So she threw it at the door, and grabbed another. Dissatisfied with the sound it made, she threw another, and screamed. Sooner or later, someone had to come this way, and they'd hear her.
((In theory...XD))
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 10, 2006 16:21:59 GMT -5
((AVAST! I will slip into the RP again! And am greatly sorry for not checking in like...months. SRY D=))
Bella had been well and good into the fight, until she'd taken a tragic fall. All she recalled in those last moments was diving at one of the unappreciative fools she'd been sailing with- when she caught her heel in a rather sinister red puddle. When she finally awoke she smelled soot and blood. Whether the latter was hers or not was yet to be determined. First and foremost, she was angry that she hadn't been more careful with her footing. She was the graceful Belladonna, damnit. She didn't trip in some peons blood and knock herself unconscious! She needed to find whatever fool had bled in her treading space and gut him- if he wasn't already. She was quite positive it was a mans blood she'd slipped in. Only a man would be so tasteless as to bleed where she was so obviously walking. She attempted to open her eyes, but the sting of the soot forced them instantly closed. She attempted to sit up also, but found this to be a futile attempt at best. It seemed she was trapped beneath something. A rather heavy something. She couldn't kick it off because her legs were pinned, couldn't push it off because her arms were pinned as well. Hmph. She wanted to find the fool whose blood she'd tripped in, and now the fool captain of this ship as well. What self respecting man left a beautiful woman such as herself trapped beneath debris, lying in blood of questionable origin? Bella huffed. Then took a deep, though painfully sooty breath, and screamed.
((I am assuming there is debris on the deck since things were all flamey, and most likely fall apart. y. If not hoboy is my post suck!))
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Post by Trey on Nov 10, 2006 20:34:22 GMT -5
((>=o FORGIVEN!))
Douglas noted the sun's position and, as he'd done so many times before, Rang the brass bell that hung idly next to the wheel. Three chimes emitted from it, signaling a change of shift. In less than a minute, a clean-shaven and eager young man, no more than 27, approached. The young mate nodded to McDougle and took over the wheel with ease. A pleased look at the man's skill at the wheel made Douglas' face it's home as the first mate made his way down to the lower deck. That's when he heard the highpitched, annoying shriek of the harpy his captain had brought aboard as well. The scottsman stopped, his eyelids drooping into a glare as he entered the galley. In only a few short strides, McDougle was at the pantry door and flung the unlocked, and frankly poorly build door open. Noting the captive was where he had placed her earlier, Douglas took up the demeanor of a naval officer. And spoke with the demeanor that a Naval Officer would to her type. "M'Lahdy. The pantry door cannot take your song of woe. Please, we have proper attire for you, if you would follow me." Douglas held a hand out to Skye, his other hand, quite out of sight, rests at the ready on the hilt of a small daggar. She may be a lady, but she had taken in with pirates.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 10, 2006 23:30:44 GMT -5
A chill rain up her spine at the sound of a sceam. She bites her lower lip, looking to the side and into darkness. She hoped nothing too terrible was happening. She closes her eyes, some raven hairs falling over her face as she leans her head back against the wall behind her. How long had it been since she had entered this ship? Her provisions she had brought herself were dwindling and she feared that soon she would have to go out in the open, possibly steal a meal or two. Above all else she couldnt be caught, not now, not unless she wanted to go back..there.
She shivers and opens icy blue eyes, staring blankly to the grungy floor before her and listening to the footsteps above her, the occasional scurry of a rat and above all else the waves lapping against the side of the boat.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 11, 2006 22:21:00 GMT -5
Delano took a small pair of surgeon tongs and an ill looking scalpel from within the menacing bag. He could do so much with these tools alone but he had something else in mind.
With a well aim jab, Delano dug the tongs into one of the grapshot wounds on Trey's chest, shortly pulling out a piece of iron the size of a pebble. He methodically continued withdrawing the gnarled bullets from within the priate's chest and arm. His eyes seemed to carry a sense of knowledge, a surgeon a many years would have had the same look in his hues. He knew how to remove the grapes wsafely but at the same time inflicting a great amount of pain.
"You're lucky," Delano said dropping the last piece of metal into a small dish,"No vitals were hit... surprisingly... You'd be dead by now if any of these had.... That would have been a pity."
((Sorry for the wait.))
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Post by Spammich on Nov 11, 2006 22:35:25 GMT -5
Saigo yawned slightly when he heard a familiar voice screaming.... Bella...
"Oi," He shouted to get the attention of one of the men repairing the deck, "Go find Bella, I think she has fallen under something and can't get up."
He laughed and continued watching the water ahead of the boat for reefs and sandbars... He had no idea what lie in the waters around this area, and he wanted to get Trey's ship back to him in good condition.
((Bella RP being found now ;] ))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 11, 2006 23:00:35 GMT -5
((wow my stow away is awfully good a stowing away ^^))
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Post by Trey on Nov 12, 2006 0:24:54 GMT -5
((My characters are all busy at the moment. Perhaps you should go sneak into the galley(McDougle and Skye just so happen to be there) to get some food.))
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 12, 2006 1:38:10 GMT -5
Ever so slowly, the weight was eased. She could inhale without taking in a mouth full of soot for her efforts, and she was able to get the hell out of that puddle of blood. Which, when she stood, she discovered was not hers. She stalked past the men who'd aided her. Of course she sent each a gracious smile as she went. She was no manner-less cur. She was looking for someone. Someone who looked like they were in charge. Someone she could properly scream at for her appalling condition. Her hair was dirty, her skirt torn, her blouse stained, and oh god someone had cut her face. "YOU!" She screeched, pointing at Saigo. "You look vaguely familiar! Whose ship am I on and who are you!" She'd been on so many vessels over the past few years, graced so many eyes, she barely knew where she was anymore.
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