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Post by Ru'Thor on Nov 1, 2006 16:45:15 GMT -5
"'E's busy." Kar came out onto the deck as she spoke, another sneer on his face. "Don' tell me yer the one 'e's lettin' aboard." His eyes narrowed as he spoke. "Yer a woman."
OOC: Sorry for the badness, but I can't really think of anything...
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Post by abunaibijin on Nov 7, 2006 1:48:37 GMT -5
((OOCness: Ok, I got a little lost when I became impatient and skimmed over the last few messages... you still at the dock? =o Also... I would love to join. ^-^))
Hazel eyes narrowed into a thin, venomous glare at the drunk bastard who made the lewd comment, and the boy's lips tightened into a scowl, a thin hand sliding along his belt to the hilt of a deadly little dagger. His eyes flashed angrily as the dagger was yanked from the scabbard so quickly it was almost imperceptible, the tip shooting towards the offenders neck, stopping only when a pinprick of blood trickled down the pirate's neck.
"Say tha' again Mate, I been needin' somethin to skin. Need a new pair of boots I do."
The offender's face blanched, and he sucked in breath, groping for the words to form a reply, and then merely stumbled backwards in a drunken faint. The lad grunted and resheathed the dagger, and then stepped over the pitiful brute.
"Crew of the Avenger eh? Well matey, looks like you've lost your job."
The toe of one fine boot lifted swiftly from the floor and connected sharply with the ribs of the fallen pirate resulting in a sickening crack, and then the lad whirled, his chestnut ponytail slapping his shoulders.
"Been wantin' to sail again anyway."
He turned and trudged towards the dock, pausing only breifly to gather a worn duffel that waited for him at the door of the tavern before finding the ship. Even if the Avenger wasn't in port, he supposed he would find something he could sail out on.
((OOCness: I figure that if my lad here can be part of the crew, then I will give a more detailed description of him. ^^))
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Post by Ru'Thor on Nov 7, 2006 15:05:44 GMT -5
OOC: ^_^ It would be a little confusion if you didn't read the whole thing.
Sebastian and Slip-Slip are belowdecks. Kar was sent to wait for Mac's character, whose name I can't remember at the moment (*blush*), basically because, OOC'ly, Mac isn't here.
The captian is on a hire-people frenzy, so your character will most definately be allowed on the crew, unless something freaky happens.
But, yeah... the ship's in port, Sebastian and Slip-Slip are belowdecks, and Kar the Jerk and Mac's character are standing on the dock, as Kar is a loser and has no friends so must pick on seemingly helpless old women.
... Can anyone tell that I don't like Kar?
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Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
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Post by Mac on Nov 17, 2006 11:35:57 GMT -5
ooc:// He he! *grins* I hate having to create more characters to keep the board moving- espicially when one made the board. Being a creator is one of the hardest things about internet roleplaying for me. Y'all are very good at it (Lali, Shira, Ru- glomp me if I missed someone).
But her name is Nallie, not very creative.
Ish thinking right now, will post later.
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Post by abunaibijin on Nov 26, 2006 16:11:00 GMT -5
((Ah darn. D= I had this great post shaping up a few days ago and then I restarted my computer without thinking. Almost a week of never ending work shifts and end-of-day crash and burns later, I forgot what it was I was going to write. >.< I'll try to recreate it though.))
Alexandre Moreau surveyed the scene before him, his hazel eyes wide and alert, the memories of past misadventures on the sea coming back to him with a clarity only to be had when the salt air filled his lungs. He raked a calloused hand through his thick chestnut mane, inadvertently pulling it loose from it's bindings as he trod toward the dock where his ship of choice sat at port.
As he approached it became clear to him among the bustle of busy sailors loading the hold with supplies and rations that they where making ready to sail shortly, and he stepped hurriedly toward the gangplank.
"Ahoy there sailor, where be your cap'n?"
The lad pulled his duffel ever closer to him on his shoulder, mindful of the thieves and pickpockets that frequented the docks, and stepped toward the nearest sailor that had come striding down the gangplank from the Avenger.
The sight of the boy was one promising of a good sailor; his body was thin and lithe yes, but well toned and muscled for climbing, ideal for the crows nest, but certainly capable of other duties. He wore mostly the same thing that every other sailor wore; a linen shirt that was open at the neck to reveal smooth, unscarred skin and a variety of pendants and leather straps tied about his neck; drab brown woolen breeches that tucked into the tops of well oiled very handsome new boots. He wore a belt across his chest and waist that held his pistols and cutlass, and over that a leather vest that no longer fastened in the front. His costume was completed by several leather straps tied also around his wrists, a three cornered hat felt hat that had seen better days held in his hand at the present and a huge wool coat that was far too large for him and nearly dragged the ground.
"Tha name's Alex Moreau. Heard ya might be needin an experienced sailor."
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Mac
Junior mage
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Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on Jan 5, 2007 13:01:59 GMT -5
She glanced briefly at the new comer.
"And if ah lady az meh creyates feelins in yeou, hm, laddie? I'm jest 'ere to keep yeou alive in exchange fer passage." She let on a hacking cough into the crook of her arm as she hobbled lightly further aboard the ship.
OOC:// Care to move this further along, or do you have something instore?
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