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  1. Abe shook her head and waved her hand. "Do what you want." Of course, that didn't really mean what the words should have meant. It was a test of some sort. Perhaps an automatic response, perhaps calculated. Abigail herself was unsure. But it came out of her mouth and she wasn't allowed to take it make. "Just do what you want, I can take a hint if that's what you want. I know you're too polite to be clear anyways." And with that she disappeared into the crowd and made her way to the cannons. They spoke to her and offered her consolation as she cleaned them vigorously. You know, you're very hars
  2. Upset at the man for so brazenly rejecting her anger, Abe reverted back to the less private Italian. It made them less...united in their language. "Now you just listen here. You could have incapacitated him right from the beginning. You could have just left. You could have asked why he was so angry. Now you're both hurt and there still aren't any answers. It's bad enough that we're starving and thirsty on this ship every voyage, but I'll have you know that we're in no position to keep buying medical supplies. You should have at least thought about that!" Feeling almost guilty, she snorted. Goi
  3. (Rain! ) When the girl freaked out about her hand, she felt paralyzed. Oh, look what being amiable had gotten her? She'd just made everything worse. That was the curse of Havoc. She always ruined everything for Blitz. Every friendship was just a step from close, but the girl was always afraid of hurting her loved ones, so she kept people out. Every time people got too close, she locked the door. She told people to keep away. She curled up and tried to wish it all away. Havoc, Natasha, her parents, everything. And in that moment, the white-haired girl could relate to the stranger. Yes, the
  4. Abe had been below decks taking stock of the gunpowder and cannonballs while the fight was going on and was unaware of it. Strolling casually to the top deck, she saw some blood spatter on the ground and laughed a little. Nudging another sailor goodnaturedly, she rolled her eyes. "Who was it this time? Not Robb and Castiel, I hope." "No. Cullen and Garrett. Garrett started it. Seemed pretty drunk too. He kept going on and on about Ireland being annoying and how was useful and stuff. Half of it didn't make any sense." "You sure it was them?" "Yeah. Cullen's the only one with hair of th
  5. Blitz wore a pale grey sweater and a medium grey pleated skirt that day. All her clothes were basically the same color scheme, though, if one really observed, one would see that she did actually distinguish between the clothes and think critically about which to wear, though not many actually noticed a difference. Perhaps a very, very skilled observer would even note that, because of her apparent obsessiveness about the minutest details, she cared a great deal about what others thought about her. In fact, it was the center of her being. Pleasing others, doing what they wanted. It kept her mind
  6. Katerina walked down the street with Bohemian Rhapsody playing in her headphones. It was one of the songs she just adored whenever it played. Passing by a coffee shop, she saw a girl she vaguely recognized. I know this is gonna bug me... Walking in casually, she paused the song and put down her headphones to order a plain cappuccino and paid. While she waited around for the barista to make her coffee, the girl looked at the person she thought she recognized and then took her coffee when it was done. Walking out because she had no real excuse to stay, she ground her teeth and sighed. I just kno
  7. Looks fine. Do you want this to be wiped or no?
  8. The captain, who hadn't yet been moved to the infirmary, heard what was going on and eventually regained some feeling and capacity to think, but she was very tired. "Come aboard," the woman rasped softly. "The first mate will...collect your rent..." She smiled softly with eyes glazed as she blinked to clear them. God, it was so damn loud... Why couldn't everyone just quiet down? Why couldn't she just be in her bunk with pillows over her head and wish the noise away? But Lyra knew that would suffocate her in the state she was in. Besides, she was in no way capable of getting up and taking a str
  9. (Just to let you know, you guys can post short, but please stay above or at four sentences. )
  10. Duncan watched with arms crossed, shaking his head slightly. No one noticed him hiding in the shadows. No one noticed him ever. He didn't want them to anyways. It was better to watch and think and be quiet. Then no one would think of him. He'd just be the dutiful sailor who liked the sea just a tad more than one would expect. As he watched, though, the man's thoughts wandered and brought him back to his fateful encounter with the priest at a church in Rome not more than a year and a half ago. "Father, does God have a plan for everyone?" "Yes, He does." "Does he have a plan for sinners
  11. (C'mon, TMD. You're making me feel like , even though we all planned this.) Duncan, concealed by shadow as he scrubbed the deck, saw Garrett's little breakdown and sighed quietly. He could relate to Garrett, kind of. They were the sorts to be overlooked. To fade into the background. Standing, the man put his rag into the bucket of half-clean water that he'd been using to clean the ship's deck while the others partied. "It's not your fault, you know. Women just don't know anything sometimes. It seems like they're waiting for you, and then, without any sort of notice, they're in bed with so
  12. Abe was a bit startled by his reaction and nodded, smiling. Getting a little bit closer she wrapped her arms around his waist, both because she felt the urge to hug him and because she didn't want him to fall over at what she was about to say. "Then will you show me what love feels like? All the other men... It was frustration...anger... I want to be with you... And I want to love you... But I don't know what that means, which hurts me more than you'll ever know..." She tilted her head and kissed him, but only for a second. "I want to be in love with you. I want to be so in love with you that
  13. "You...," she started shakily. "I was fine before you came along and ruined everything. What right have you to walk into my life and set up a fool's paradise for me?" Taking a step onto the broken glass, she could feel it uneven and sharp against the sole of her boot. "You take my feelings in your hands and contort them such that I don't even recognize them anymore. You take my very soul and make me dependent after I've spent so long trying to be content alone." She took another step. Her room was small enough and her step long enough so she was close enough to smell the alcohol on him. Then,
  14. Abe grit her teeth and looked away. "Don't be an ass. The Isles would sooner destroy themselves than be beaten by any other nation." Setting a brisk pace, she started toward the ship. You're a foolish girl, you know. Just a wayward woman who's never been around chivalry before. Just looking for some happy ending to a miserable life that just isn't there. Breaking into a run, felt her cheeks growing red with embarrassment as she started to cry. Not sobbing, just tears rolling from her eyes. Rubbing them away, she ran onto the ship and into her room. Collapsing into a ball, she sat alone there a
  15. Alcohol was no fun with Abe. If she did manage to get drunk - really, really drunk - her body burned through it so quickly she had a hangover much too quickly after drinking it. And never with very good recollection of what she'd done. It wasn't as if she couldn't remember anything, but it was foggy and annoying. Yet those didn't last for very long either. Maybe an hour or two of suffering, and she was too used to them to hide out in a little corner and cry. No. She went to the party with her hangover and a short time after she was done with it. And she saw people getting crazy drunk and sighe
  16. -.- I'll do it, but to where? I mean, if you really don't want to do it, Danni, I'm not busy.
  17. I expect Duncan must have some minor cuts and bruises. Abe was a bit clumsier and got hurt a bit worse, but she'd not very serious either.
  18. Abe crawled onto the boat amongst the Templars, bleeding more than she thought she was from several lacerations all across her body. Some of which were deeper than others and most were dirty from falling a few times on her way to the ship, but she had arrived. But she wasn't dumb. The woman crawled to remain mostly unseen by the clumsy footsoldiers. Every so often she'd trip one and kill him with a small stab to the back and scurry off, unseen. When she got nearer to the front, she saw Robb and Mary through her foggy vision and the legs of the Templars. Ducking her head down, she let the men
  19. I'm okay with an alt. reality there, but it could get annoying to do two RPs based on the same thing. *shrug*
  20. Um...I don't really know what you mean exactly, but you could certainly finish the story, have another timeline suddenly begin and just use the characters however. Or just continue from the 'end' of your plot. Basically, you can have fun as long as you're on topic and being nice to everyone. What wouldn't be okay would be excluding people, being rude, or just using the thread to chat.
  21. No big deal, Danni. Edit: Well, they're attacking Lipari now, so just have your character(s) - depending on how many you want to involve) get ready to rush the Templars. You came at a good time. Um...well... So here's where I stand on that: Given the fact that they have no real means of instant long-distance communication so characters on different ships could interact to avoid cliquing, I think it'd be extremely difficult to RP a fleet of pirate ships. I mean, if we had a whole board for this one RP and there were different threads for each ship, it'd be kind of manageable, but
  22. The woman grinned after Cullen and waved a big wave. The kind of wave that made someone's whole body move. And it was worse with the tremors, but Abe just didn't care. "Seeeeeeeeeeeee yooooooooouuuuuuu laaaaaaaaaaaaterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she shouted, slurring and holding the words for eternities longer than necessary. As the alcohol flowed through her and really took a hold her her, she stopped shaking involuntarily, but her giggles rattled the body just as much, maybe more. As she stumbled, the drunk pirate fell on the ground against the rail of the ship and stayed there a bit. God, what's gott
  23. Abe heard the orders from Ceto and nodded slightly. So slightly that one might not even notice that she'd moved and inch. "...Rush....them...," she murmured quietly. "Rush them. I have to rush them..." Her voice was a quiet whisper. Some words didn't even come out, so she just lost air in trying to say them. Blinking the surprise from her eyes, she rubbed her temples and sighed deeply. It's okay, it's okay. Just nerves. Calm down and you'll be fine. Putting one shaking hand on top of another, she tried to quell her jitters. Finding herself unsuccessful, she lowered one hand into one of her man
  24. The wind blew and batted mercilessly. It was a rather windy day and the sky was overcast and melancholy, but no rain came to satisfy the flora and fauna. It was a day where all the lonely people and the sad drunkards would look outside and just think about how life was so depressing. All the easily influenced would feel apathetic and lazy, not wanting to stir or move a single muscle. And yet on that lazy, sad day, the assassins of the Sista Viska were taking a city by storm. Ceto's home city was under the heavy thumb of the Knight's Templar, being exploited and drained dry by their oppressive