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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 20, 2016 22:41:09 GMT -5
Just a thread for Shea and I's little pirate rp. Nothing to see here.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 20, 2016 22:41:55 GMT -5
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 20, 2016 23:23:38 GMT -5
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Anastasia Hark \\ 28 \\ Female Choppy blonde hair that looks like it is constantly cut with a knife rather than with scissors. Bright green eyes that are shadowed from years of death and murder all around her. Often looks to others as a way of blaming them for what she has had to come to survive. Has a very controlled temper but when she looses it she's like a fireball. Very agile and talented in her art, she always went by the motto - never to be taken alive, despite her overshadowing fear of her own death at the hands of anyone but herself. She takes a lot of pride being a woman, and despite the fact that no one who hires her actually knows, it makes it all the better that her deception works.
Under it all, before she is who she is now, she was a person who liked to work for a very rich British man. He was not a kind man and often exploited Ana's kindness to bring people in and then make shows of how stupid they were. That man was Ana's first kill and she has been working for hire since. She is from British heritage, and her pale skin is long since tanned from her time on the Carribean. (» ѕρєαкѕ ιη нαηdѕ ✌)
Toza Moreau – 30 – Male – Captain of a (sorta) merchant ship- 5'10
Toza is man of pretty average height -if a bit on the short side-, and Chinese and creole descent(specifically French, Irish, Spanish, Igdo, and Fulani). He was a wiry build, is rather agile and isn't someone who likes sitting around. He has sharp light brown eyes -almond shaped- that tend notice even the smallest detail. His skin is tan, and he has a heart shaped face, with a scar running from the tip of his right eat to right underneath his chin. His hair is light brown, curly, and kept in a sort of low ponytail tied with a cord, with a bandana tied about his forehead at times. He dresses in what, in a forgiving mood, could be called tattered finery, silk shirts of bright colors, faded with age, pants, often ripped at the knees and ragged at the hems, a pea coat, knee high sea boots and a two gold rings with semi-precious gems on his right hand(which also function as added punching force). A real connoisseur of high fashion, to be sure.
He's hard-working, not being the type to stew in his cabin whilst there's work to be done. He's intelligent enough, at least where he needs to be, but he can be a bit proud at times. He's surprisingly cordial, and invites his crew to eat and drink in his cabin often. Toza is a vocal person, who tends to wave his hands about while speaking. He is a fair judge of character, and well-adapted to captaining a ship, but Toza also has a short, ungovernable, and sometimes violent, temper, however he never stays anger for long, and rarely remembers why he got so worked up in the first place. He isn't one to hold grudges nor is he one to mutter underhanded comments, if he has something he wants you to know he'll say it flat out. His accent is the produce of a slew of various languages, resulting in a rather unique voice and way of speaking. Though his generally speaks in English, he also knows Cantonese, Spanish, Dutch, a good amount of French, along with bits and bobs of a few dialects he picked up in his dealings. (☾--тнє σяαcℓє)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 23:28:30 GMT -5
*sticks head in* hey is this open? owo
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 20, 2016 23:30:14 GMT -5
'Ello! ^^ Yes, it is very much open, come right on in.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 23:32:27 GMT -5
You're really cool. owo
May I suggest a plot?
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 20, 2016 23:36:03 GMT -5
Ah nah, man, I really am not lol but thank you for the compliment.
Yeah, sure, suggest away, my friend.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 20, 2016 23:48:20 GMT -5
Sorry for poofing. I was watching Steven Universe x3
My assassin has been contracted to kill the captain of a ship, your character, but she is caught before she can do the deed. Your character locks them up of course and is surprised to see that it's a woman who had almost overpowered him.
He takes her somewhere to hand her over to the authorities, but as he does so, he is also arrested and is to be hanged for his 'privateering'. She saves him and justifies her action by only saying 'your life is mine' ... and we go on from there?
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 0:02:56 GMT -5
Ah yes, that show I've heard so much about yet still haven't watched. XD
That sounds like a pretty good idea. I like it. ^^ Just two quick questions, when is this set exactly, and around,roughly, what area?
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 0:10:42 GMT -5
I was thinking around the 1800's in the Carribean ??
It's sorta based off Assassins Creed Black Flag but has nothing to do with the game at all.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 0:15:24 GMT -5
Sounds good to me. I've never done anything based in the Caribbean, so this will be fun. o3o Oh, is my oc's ship a pirate one, or just a general merchant ship-thingy?
That's good, 'cause I've never played it. cx
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 0:18:20 GMT -5
It's all up to you. I'm still watching steven universe I've been having a mega marathon x3 so i'll be poofy.
(I can't seem to find anyone who has x3)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 0:32:52 GMT -5
That's fine with me, it'll also give me time to cook up a carrie. I think an armed merchant ship that has a bit of pilfering ways, when it comes to foreign ships, wouldn't go amiss.
I'm sure there's someone out there lol. As for me, I'm not really a gamer so I'm probably the last person you'd want to ask.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 0:36:47 GMT -5
I can post a starter in a couple of minutes I just need to go afk for a little bit.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 0:42:20 GMT -5
Sure, go right ahead.
I'll come up with a carrie and post a little form in the meanwhile or, if I fall asleep, tomorrow.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 0:42:25 GMT -5
Storms on the sea weren't an uncommon occurrence, and most of the time, for big ships they weren't an issue - so long as you had a loyal crew and the commanding ability of a Captain. Anastasia was unsure of why she had been contracted to kill this captain. From her sleuthing, she had seen that he was not as bad as many other pirates on the seas. The lightning flashed over-head, followed by a rumble of thunder. Anastasia climbed the riggings silently, her grey robes hiding her form against the dark clouds. Poised overtop of the captain, the stowaway readied herself to leap and take the kill. Another bolt of lightning lit the sky and it made her extended blade gleam. Ana leap, landing silently behind the Captain.
(I hate this post I can do so much better. xp)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 2:35:26 GMT -5
Sorry I fell a sleep for awhile.) It's fine. c: ) So he's on deck and she's right behind him, right? )
Toza sniffed a little, wiping a wet coat sleeve across his face-which only resulted in even damper nose than before- and heaved a sigh in quarter deck of his vessel, tugging the wheel every now and then to keep the merchant ship on course. Eyes fixed dead ahead, indifferent to the battering rain, he screamed out an order once in a while, making sure to be heard over the elements. The storm wasn't bad, just a little squall. Most of his crew was below deck, a few staying up to man the sails and rigging and all as soaking wet as him. At the very least there'd be no worry of sniffles or fevers the next day, at least if they listen to his orders and not sleep in their wet cloths. Sailors, at times, could be stubborn folk, himself included, and weren't given to take advice , particularly regarding their wardrobe, however if he saw one sickly face on-the-morrow he'd be sure to dish out apt punishment. It was a hindrance to everyone else to deal with a sick man who couldn't be bothered to prevent his own grievances, and Toza had dealt with it on too many occasions before to have any sympathy. He was pondering the situation of the next trading port when a crew member, his second mate, have a yell from behind. He swung around to address him, only to be confronted by shadowed cloaked figure, wielding a knife; he gave a start, immediately leaning back on the ships wheel and clutching for a weapon of his own, his mind racing all the while. Was this mutiny by the crew? Unlikely. How then did this man, this person, get on deck; they had been out on sea for at least a week. He finally found a weapon, a letter opener really, but he bared it all the same, shouting to what was left of his crew, who were scattered all across the deck.
And with this, I'm off to dreamland. See ya tomorrow or rather later on today )
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 2:36:38 GMT -5
Toza Moreau – 30 – Male – Captain of a (sorta) merchant ship- 5'10 Toza is man of pretty average height -if a bit on the short side-, and Chinese and creole descent(specifically French, Irish, Spanish, Igdo, and Fulani). He was a wiry build, is rather agile and isn't someone who likes sitting around. He has sharp light brown eyes -almond shaped- that tend notice even the smallest detail. His skin is tan, and he has a heart shaped face, with a scar running from the tip of his right eat to right underneath his chin. His hair is light brown, curly, and kept in a sort of low ponytail tied with a cord, with a bandana tied about his forehead at times. He dresses in what, in a forgiving mood, could be called tattered finery, silk shirts of bright colors, faded with age, pants, often ripped at the knees and ragged at the hems, a pea coat, knee high sea boots and a two gold rings with semi-precious gems on his right hand(which also function as added punching force). A real connoisseur of high fashion, to be sure.
He's hard-working, knowing he can't run a ship without putting in some effort,and isn't the type to stew in his cabin whilst there's work to be done. He's intelligent enough, at least where he needs to be, but he can be a bit proud at times. He's surprisingly cordial, and invites his crew to eat and drink in his cabin often. Toza is a vocal person, who tends to wave his hands about while speaking. He is a fair judge of character, and well-adapted to captaining a ship, but Toza also has a short, ungovernable, and sometimes violent, temper, however he never stays anger for long, and rarely remembers why he got so worked up in the first place. He isn't one to hold grudges nor is he one to mutter underhanded comments, if he has something he wants you to know he'll say it flat out. His accent is the produce of a slew of various languages, resulting in a rather unique voice and way of speaking. Though his generally speaks in English, he also knows Cantonese, Spanish, Dutch, a good amount of French, along with bits and bobs of a few dialects he picked up in his dealings.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 3:36:56 GMT -5
Sorry I fell a sleep for awhile.) It's fine. c: ) So he's on deck and she's right behind him, right? ) Toza sniffed a little, wiping a wet coat sleeve across his face-which only resulted in even damper nose than before- and heaved a sigh in quarter deck of his vessel, tugging the wheel every now and then to keep the merchant ship on course. Eyes fixed dead ahead, indifferent to the battering rain, he screamed out an order once in a while, making sure to be heard over the elements. The storm wasn't bad, just a little squall. Most of his crew was below deck, a few staying up to man the sails and rigging and all as soaking wet as him. At the very least there'd be no worry of sniffles or fevers the next day, at least if they listen to his orders and not sleep in their wet cloths. Sailors, at times, could be stubborn folk, himself included, and weren't given to take advice , particularly regarding their wardrobe, however if he saw one sickly face on-the-morrow he'd be sure to dish out apt punishment. It was a hindrance to everyone else to deal with a sick man who couldn't be bothered to prevent his own grievances, and Toza had dealt with it on too many occasions before to have any sympathy. He was pondering the situation of the next trading port when a crew member, his second mate, have a yell from behind. He swung around to address him, only to be confronted by shadowed cloaked figure, wielding a knife; he gave a start, immediately leaning back on the ships wheel and clutching for a weapon of his own, his mind racing all the while. Was this mutiny by the crew? Unlikely. How then did this man, this person, get on deck; they had been out on sea for at least a week. He finally found a weapon, a letter opener really, but he bared it all the same, shouting to what was left of his crew, who were scattered all across the deck. And with this, I'm off to dreamland. See ya tomorrow or rather later on today ) Anastasia tilted her head slightly, drawing another blade from the cuff in her wrist to go with the one in her other hand. Her face, hidden by the robes displayed little emotion as she darted forward while swinging her blade. She didn't think it necessary to speak to her target, after all, he would be dead in a moment anyhow. Her eyes tracked him as he pulled a blade and she leapt back a few steps on the wet desk to avoid him. She turned her head slightly as she heard the other members of the crew coming to their Captain's aide. She didn't attack any of them, despite them swinging longswords and clubs at her, which she avoided at a precision that a man would not have. She elbowed one man in the chest and darted over his body as he fell to the deck, wheezing from the breath being taken out of him. She leapt on Toza, blade poised for the kill. "No 'ard feelin's Cap'n." She said softly, voice deepened by an accent. "I only do wha' dey pay me." Before she could strike the killing blow, one of the men on the ship struck her hard across the head, sending her sprawling across the deck. She shook her head dizzily as she tried to pull herself up, but a boot came down on her back, pinning her down. She struggled vainly for a few moments before another strike to her head knocked her out. (Hope this was okay owo You can change or add anything as you wish.)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 21:03:02 GMT -5
Sorry this took a while, ended up going out today )
It's perfect. ^^ ) Ah, I hope you don't mind but can you post a form for Anatasia? Just a basic one, like age, gender, full name, a tiny description or picture, stuff like that. )
Hefting the cudgel he had ceased from one of his crew Toza removed his boot from his victim’s back, giving a nod of appreciation to Maddox, the tall Irishman who delivered the first blow. “ Well, ’hat’s the last time I come on deck ‘out me blackjack. Now, let us see whut little assassin we’ve caught, shall we?” He tossed the weapon back to its owner, before stooping down to pry Anastasia’s from her hands. Her grip was strong for an unconscious person, but after two good wrenches he tucked his new prizes into his sash. Straightening he pushed her form over with a sodden boot, none too gently, and frowned in the darkness. “Some’n fetch me light, tis dark as hades here. An’ da rest of yuh, get about to yer duties; I ain’t plannin’ on steerin’ off course. Oi, Ahdi! Man the wheel, will’ya?”
The first mate, an Indian, tugged a pierced ear, scuttling off to his duty. “Aye, aye, cap’itan.”
After a bit of standing about the awaited lantern arrived, shaded dutifully with a hand to keep the fluttering flame a lit in the downpour. “ ‘ere ya are, cap’n, ah la’ern as ‘equest.”
“Stove it ‘ere , boy, I don’t pay ya to take yahr sweet time…No, no! Over da bastard’s head; dat’s right.” He kicked back Anastasia’s hood, and an audible exclamation of astonishment escaped his lips. A woman, a woman had tried to kill him and, judging by her words, was paid to do so. He mastered his surprise, bending down to examine her closer. His crewman however was not as composed and the lanky lad piped up in a reedy voice. “Blimey, cap’n, twas a womun tryna do ya in!”
“Ah can see dat, ya clod, dunn’ye state the obvious. See ‘ere, help me prop the thing up.” He gritted, keeping his temper in check. His pride was rattled by the turn of events. To have an assassin on board, to not notice her presence at all for a week screamed to him that he was losing his touch. Inspecting the gash he had dealt on the back of Anatasia’s head, he frowned once more, beckoning the lad to lean closer. “Tie her hands tagether with her cloak, an’ go fetch me the good doctor an’ Danys.I don't want her bleedin' out before I can question 'er.”
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 21:19:01 GMT -5
(Of course. I love your post. Gimme a minute to get everything set up.)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 21:33:25 GMT -5
Thank you very much. c: and ok, take you time. )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 21:33:35 GMT -5
Anastasia Hark \\ 28 \\ Female Choppy blonde hair that looks like it is constantly cut with a knife rather than with scissors. Bright green eyes that are shadowed from years of death and murder all around her. Often looks to others as a way of blaming them for what she has had to come to survive. Has a very controlled temper but when she looses it she's like a fireball. Very agile and talented in her art, she always went by the motto - never to be taken alive, despite her overshadowing fear of her own death at the hands of anyone but herself. She takes a lot of pride being a woman, and despite the fact that no one who hires her actually knows, it makes it all the better that her deception works.
Under it all, before she is who she is now, she was a person who liked to work for a very rich British man. He was not a kind man and often exploited Ana's kindness to bring people in and then make shows of how stupid they were. That man was Ana's first kill and she has been working for hire since. She is from British heritage, and her pale skin is long since tanned from her time on the Carribean.
The boy did as he was told, seemingly more hesitant now that he knew that this person was a woman. His hands hovered over her form carefully so he would not touch her inappropriately despite knowing that she would not know. He pulled the cloak off of her and left her in a men's tunic that was tied with various other kinds of fabric. As he hands were tied together he stood back, quickly looking over at his Captain before dashing off to go below deck to fetch the good doctor.
He came back up shortly, the doctor behind him with his bag. He didn't look too pleased. "I told y'all not to get ye'selves cut in the rain!" He grumbled, his words falling flat as he saw his patient. "Who's dis then?" He asked, his calculating eyes falling on Toza.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 22:15:03 GMT -5
Looks good, thank you. I think I'll make my save post a little character thing, so I'll had her there, if I may. )
“Dat’s what ah wanna know, doctor; dis creature lunged at me, not more than a hour ago, claimed she was paid to do it. Ah, well, we both won’t get answers out of her today, I knocked ‘er clear out…Take a look at dis wound, can ya no patch it up?” Toza jabbed a ringed finger in the direction of the bleeding gash, jerking Anastasia’s up a little so he could get a better look. Looking around he added to the boy. “Where’s Dandys, did ya not get ‘er?”
Before he could get an answer from the lad Toza’s keen eyes spotted Dandys in a flash of lightening, a few yards away, ambling up with one hand wiping rainwater away from her face, clearly only half-awake. “There ya are, stand o’er there for a bit.”
The women gave a drowsy salute, shuffling into place behind the doctor. Dandys was a tall, dark woman, towering a good two heads over her captain, and powerfully built. She was the only women among the crew, but held her own with ease, keeping the duty of lookout. “Cap’n.” She said in greeting, her thick Spanish accent marking her out as Cuban.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 22:25:46 GMT -5
The doctor grumbled a bit as he bent down on the wet deck, dragging his bag over. "Did'ja have'ta cut 'er head open?" He asked under his breath with an irritated tone. He pulled out a thick wad of gauze that was almost immediately soaked as it came under the weather. He let out a grunt but continued his work on his unconscious patient. After a few moments of clearing away hair and blood from the gash, he pulled out a small bottle of whiskey, which he poured over the wound. Anastasia let out a low moan from the burn but otherwise didn't wake.
Again, after a small amount of time, the wound was stitched and bandaged. She had still not woken.
(oh yeah, you can put her up i don't mind)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 23:05:54 GMT -5
"Would ya rather have 'ad me give 'er a hug and let 'er wriggle up again and finish me off? Or are you tryna say ya'd prefer me dead body over patching up some missy?" He retorted in high dudgeon as the doctor started his work.
After Anastasia was treated and bandaged, respectively, Toza motioned over Dandys, who squatted down in order to be eye to eye with the captain. "At least for tonight an' tamarrow yer relieved of ya duty as lookout; Ben'll take yer place. I want ya tah keep an eye on this woman, put 'er in a cell and stay with her below deck until she wakes up- see she doesn't try any funny business- and send me word when she does. Oh, and search 'er for any more weapons, just to be safe. Ya got that?" "Si, cap'n. I'll guard her with my life." Dandys lifted the assassin up in her arms, careful not to shift her too much.
"Ugh, enough of the pretty words, just see ya do what I say. Be off with ya. Oi, m'laddo, go ahead of 'er so she can see where she's about, that's a good lad." He watched the trio lope off, letting out a weary sigh. It was two hours past midnight, nothing much to be done until dawn. He glanced over at Ahdi, still at the tiller, toying absently with the handles of Anastasia’s knives. His first mate was skilled enough to take over his position until the morning, and so the aching captain made his way to his cabin, eager for a respite from his life at sea.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 21, 2016 23:06:35 GMT -5
Sorry I'm poofy, watching psych. )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 21, 2016 23:19:12 GMT -5
(all good. I just swapped computers so i might have typos.)
Anastasia had never been captured in her life. She had always believed that she would rather die than be captured, and she was surprised that she wasn't actually dead. Ana opened her eyes slowly, and immediately closed them again, the pounding in the back of her head becoming apparent as she came back to her body. She tried to get a sense for the room around her but only felt pain as she shifted to lay on her side, anything to get the weight off her head.
She opened her eyes slowly, squinting at first. She saw one of the bars for the cell she was in and let out a huff. She shifted slightly, trying to feel for any of her spare weapons and she felt her blood run cold. She couldn't feel any of the blades she kept on her person. Even some of the ones that she had hidden in her undergarments. She sucked in a breath and pushed herself up into a sitting position, letting out a groan of pain as her head throbbed against her actions. Anastasia blinked a few times and the haze in her vision started to clear. Perhaps ... if she could just get to a blade she wouldn't have to be taken alive.
(eh I could have wrote this better I'm sorry.)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 0:28:09 GMT -5
It's fine, don't worry. c: I'm pretty rusty myself anyways so I'm sure my posts are a mess. )
sorry for poofing o3o but I gotta go to sleep now, got places to be in the morning )
Anastasia’s guard snuffled a bit in her sleep, shifting till she was parallel to the wall before settling back down again. It was a little before dawn. The ship was starting to come alive and muffled voices could be heard in the isolated little jail. Some sort of dispute must have erupted on deck as a crescendo of curses and oaths became clearly audible in the room, waking Dayana with a start. She let out an oath of her own, casting a quick look around her surroundings. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the soft lolling of the ship and her inert companion proved too great and she fell into a doze after keeping watch for a couple of hours. She had searched Ana, per her captain’s request, duly impressed with Anastasia’s meticulous concealment of her weapons, and casted her findings off to the cabin boy to store somewhere. Gray eyes fell unto the shadow of Anastasia in the dimly lighted cell and she scooted a bit closer to get a better look. She looked like she was in pain, as well she might, but not scared. “I see ya’er awake.” She gave a nod, scratching her shaved head. She was a curious, very curious regarding her charge's identity, but the capitan would find that out, and, if Perry was around listening, the info would soon be spread around the crew. Perry was a thin man, a self-proclaimed gossip, and often served the captain his meals.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 22, 2016 0:41:01 GMT -5
(Me too x3 But's it's only 3.34pm here so i still have a few more hours.)
Anastasia's eyebrows slowly rose at her guard's identity, yet she didn't speak. Both because the pounding in the back of her head and the fact that withholding information was one way to stay alive - even if it lead to other ... circumstances. She decided to just nod once in reply to what Dayana said, moving so she was closer to the cage. She held onto one of the bars and tilted her head to the side slightly.
After a few moments, she let out a quiet sigh, "May I have a glass of water?" Her accent was much different had been on the deck. Her words were solid and rounded and litted with her homeland of London. "Please." She added after another moment, her hand falling away from the bars.
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