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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 17:17:35 GMT -5
{Hey everyone! Sorry I poofed, I was at school. I'll put a note up on the main post for the best times to catch me on here I'll reply as soon as I put up some new dialogue prompts}
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 17:44:55 GMT -5
I Can Help:
Catherine wasn't sure if it was the slightly dizzy feeling she felt from her drink, or if it was her own self, but she started laughing at his response. It was white unlike her to laugh at something like that but she attempted to keep it as casual as a Mayor's daughter could speaking to a mobster in a speakeasy. When putting it that way it made her almost want to laugh again. "You think that I care about what happens to him?" After she collected herself she only flashed a smile as she spoke, "Sir, I am looking out for my own skin here. And of course whoever is helping me. If you were the child of that man I think you would feel the same way." Catherine sat up in her seat as straight as she could, wanting to look more lady like than she felt in this bar.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 17:47:36 GMT -5
✒ [ Awesome ^-^ here's a very quick description Annabelle Willis - a petite girl with pale skin and bright hazel eyes. She has a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, but most are fairly light in color and can't be seen unless they see her from a short distance. Her hair is a little past shoulder length and is a soft sandy brown that tends to fall in waves. She typically wears dresses in soft colors that blend in, but they are finely made and have no patches, indicating that she is from a well off family. ] Template made by Gengar ♀ {She looks good! I'm ready to start when you are (^o^)}
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 17:52:04 GMT -5
Ugh Royals:
Arabella rubbed her head with the palm of her hand. It hurt beyond belief and she couldn't really see straight either. The place where they held her - which appeared to her to be a cave - looked lopsided and stretched out occasionally. She was flustered at the fact that she could not see quite correctly and prayed the moment would come soon when her vision would return to normal. She closed her eyes, hoping to rest and hopefully her vision would clear up as she did so. But that was before she heard the sound of boots echo in the cavern tunnel. She wanted to swear at whoever was coming to mind their own buisness but Arabella didn't find the strength in her to stand up and shout.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 28, 2016 18:01:12 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - "He is your father." Riley pointed out, "as much as I hated mine, I still couldn't bring myself to give him such a deathwish." He shrugged, "but, if you care so little for his life, so be it. We have a deal. You provide me information and myself and everyone in my gang will provide you with protection." He stepped back over to her, holding his hands out.
It was only in the bar where he didn't wear gloves. His hands were rough and calloused and used to work behind enemy lines. He was a man of expereince, and despite his youngish age, he was still very good at his work. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by lordclover on Oct 28, 2016 18:11:11 GMT -5
✒ [ I'm ready as well ! I can post a starter if you want c: how far in are we going to start? ] Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 18:48:50 GMT -5
{We will probably start at the town. It will most likely be at least 0200 in their time (2:00am) and I can have my pirate bring his crew in}
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 18:54:41 GMT -5
Catherine stood up as the bartender did. She figured it was polite to do so. Her hand was small and slipped into his as they shook. She noticed how rough his hands were, he seemed to be a very busy man. "I suppose we have a deal then. But I never quite got your name. You seem to know me already." Catherine winked. She knew he knew her, after all he had addressed her by her first name. And she expected that. Being in as many papers as she was, Catherine was bound to be noticed by at least a handful of people. Her face wasn't one to be overlooked in this bustling town. Filled with gossips and gangs. Neither differed too far from each other. Other than the fact that one was more likely to brandish their firearms and the other to use their only weapon: blackmail.
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Post by lordclover on Oct 28, 2016 19:25:04 GMT -5
✒ [ alright ! sounds cool to me c: I'll have my chara be awake I think, just to set up her personality and everything ]
Annabelle had never really liked the prospect of sleep. Every hour that neared her fated slumber, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being forced into a box. A box far to small for her to reach out her arms with a long yawn and drift off, no it was all far too confining. That's not to say the room itself was small, it was actually quite the opposite. It was large and rather extravagant, having oil paintings on the wall in between armchairs and by well-crafted and intricately detailed towers of bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling, a ceiling Annabelle could never dream of touching. Yes, it was all very nice. A nice chamber, she supposed, but nonetheless a chamber. To her a chamber held in secrets and treasures, it wasn't homely. The cold stone beneath her feet certainly wasn't homely, and neither was the massive mirror that loomed over her, scrutinizing her its watchful gaze. Often to escape it Annabelle would lean against the stone railing of her balcony and look out towards the sea. The massively vast swirling storm of coiling greens and blues, with foam bubbling up like a diseased animal, it's hungry stirring striking fear into her heart with every crash. Yet tonight, it was calm. Fog hung over it, choking it into submission. She sighed contentedly and let the cold air caress her face gently, calming her. She'd woken up from a terrible nightmare, but this was normal. Almost a routine even, her sleep was often fitful. It had been ever since a ship she had been on was seized, and her life seemed all to short suddenly. All to short, yet all of it wasted. Her head was filled with more knowledge than a commoner could even dream of, yet none of it seemed to matter. Her father insisted life was about how you appeared, so her image never faltered. Even now, with the wind gently stroking her hair, it remained in neat waves, and her nightgown was without a single tear or wrinkle. Yes, she was the image of a proper young maiden. Yet as her gaze stretched across the sea, she couldn't help but feel like it wasn't enough. Here she was, against her father's wishes, simply staring at the being that terrified her. It was right about then that she saw a looming figure in the distance, a figure all to familiar to her.
A ship. [ ahh sorry this is really long, I got a little carried away ^^" ] Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 28, 2016 19:42:07 GMT -5
Catherine stood up as the bartender did. She figured it was polite to do so. Her hand was small and slipped into his as they shook. She noticed how rough his hands were, he seemed to be a very busy man. "I suppose we have a deal then. But I never quite got your name. You seem to know me already." Catherine winked. She knew he knew her, after all he had addressed her by her first name. And she expected that. Being in as many papers as she was, Catherine was bound to be noticed by at least a handful of people. Her face wasn't one to be overlooked in this bustling town. Filled with gossips and gangs. Neither differed too far from each other. Other than the fact that one was more likely to brandish their firearms and the other to use their only weapon: blackmail. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - I'm having a hard time deciding Riley's age. I think i'll go with 35 ish. - ROLEPLAY - "I don't normally give my name out to people," He commented with a smile, "but you seem safe enough. Riley Tyler, pleasure to do business with you." He leant once again on the bar, tilting his head. "So, now that you're under my gang's protection, I think it best if you meet my second charge." He looked over to where the young girl had gone before and he called out her name. "Chole, c'mere."
The girl emerged, smiling sheepishly as if she had been caught eavesdropping - well, she had been, but all the same. She came over from behind the bar, grinning wide at Catherine. "Hello!" She intoned brigtly. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 28, 2016 19:46:14 GMT -5
{Yeah we can skip *throws sparkles* Time skip!} In the Lime Light: Alden sat and watched the play as intently as if it was his last. Sadie was amazing as always, he noticed her makeup was different though, maybe they put less than usual? But Alden shook his head, realizing he was giving it too much thought. If Alden was able to pick up on something like that, you know he has really been paying attention. He usually wasn't one to do so. Mainly because if he grew bored of something within five minutes you can forget trying to make him listen. However, Sadie Brennan was a different story. The way she acted was nearly flawless, no wonder he always went to her plays. As soon as the actors got onto the stage and bowed, Alden stood up and clapped his heart out. Even if the storyline to this play was not his favorite, the actors seemed to become their characters and that was what Alden really came to see tonight. The way people morphed into other people was stunning. To top it all off, he was getting to meet Sadie Brennan backstage. He always dreamed of the day he could get her autograph, it definitely got him bragging rights. Plus, this is Sadie Brennan, who wouldn't want an autographed photo of her? Alden did not hesitate for a moment when the intercom announced that Backstage meetings with the Stars were open as of now. He had his pass on a lanyard in the back pocket of his kaki pants that read on one side 'Broadway Official Backstage Pass'. Alden felt special looking at those words as he handed over the pass to a stiff looking security guard. He couldn't help but notice the guards crooked moustache and bored expression, but Alden didn't do anything but smile and nod his head in a 'thank you' sort of fashion before immediately moving through the door marked 'Backstage'. It didn't take him long to find Sadie though, he knew what she looked like so well he could recognize the actress anywhere. He made sure he was the first in line to get her autograph though, and brought a little notepad inside of his kaki colored suit jacket and a pen in his breast pocket to allow for communication. By the time the play was over, Sadie felt exhausted, but she was smiling, the feeling of exhilaration still flooding through her. She went onstage with the rest of the cast to do the curtain call, then made her way backstage once more. Her twin was nowhere in sight; she was probably off looking for Marshall, a young wannabe producer she'd been smitten with since they'd met. That was fine with Sadie, as she had something else to do tonight. She didn't need a guide to lead her through the maze of hallways to the right place; she'd practically grown up here, and knew these halls as well as she knew her house. Soon she arrived at the right door, which she opened to reveal a mixture of the lucky VIP fans who had the opportunity to meet her, security guards who'd been sent to protect her, and a few odd reporters and their cameras. "Hello everyone!" She said cheerfully, making her way to the front of the room, where there was a table waiting for her there. Sliding behind it, she turned to smile at the man at the front of the line, a guy about her own age who seemed about ready to explode with excitement. "Sorry to keep you waiting; the halls are kind of a mess right now." She held out a hand, offering to shake his. "I'm Sadie."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 20:11:37 GMT -5
{Woah okay, I'll attempt to match that (@_@)} High Seas:
The sea gave Asa everything he owned now. It was his provider, his caretaker, his best friend. It was almost like a parent to him, because although humans have come and gone, the sea will never leave Asa. It's blue and green torrents of water either coming in small white capped waves or giant monsters tearing a ship down in moments. The sea was a wonderful thing as it was frightening. Perhaps that was why Asa loved it so much. The mystery of it all and the treasures left unexplored by many. No one knew the entire ocean, those who say they have gone around the world by boat are liars. Asa highly doubted they visited every island, fought every tribe of savages, and saw each settlement the sea housed. It was impossible, Asa knew, but he could not help but dream what it would be like to say he was the first to do all of those things. By that time though, he would have looted so much money he would not know what to do with himself any longer. Yes being a pirate was both a blessing and a curse. Although, Asa did not want to dwell on that now. Captain Asa Riggs was not one to dwell on such matters for too long. It was not his job. His job was to make sure he and his crew were well fed and content enough to assist him longer. Asa would not accept anything less than absolute loyalty.
One could find Asa out pacing the top deck of his ship: The Serpent. He thought over his plans one last time as his crew was beginning to take up their positions in order to raid the next port town. He had studied this area for weeks, knowing that this town had a lot more to offer than materialistic things. He ran his hand through his slicked back black hair, and then brining his hand to his chin where some stubble had grown. He never kept his facial hair too long. He figured if you were going to be an outlaw, might as well look clean as you did so. Asa proved that in the way he dressed too. He kept his outfit nicer than his crew's, as a captain should have the nicest things on the ship. He brushed off any specks of dust he possibly had on it from being in his quarters all evening. The gray overcoat was very tidy already though, something he wanted to keep that way. Although he would not be too concerned if any blood were to splatter on it. He was used to blood. Asa had a lot on his hands, he prefered not to boast about how many people he has killed though and kept it a secret.
His thoughts about his new pillaging efforts were interrupted as one of his lower ranking crew members rushed up to meet him. This man was much younger than Asa. "Captain! We have caught sight of the port!" He told his captain, trying to keep himself from possibly 'speaking too much'. He had seen multiple people thrown overboard for wasting the captain's time with too much speech. Asa looked up at Lewis. His eyes clouded over with thought before they returned back to normal. "Very good Lewis, get back in your position. Get ready for your biggest raid yet." Asa put a hand on the young man's shoulder before sending him off. Lewis was maybe around 16 years old, while Asa was about 31 or so. He felt much older compared to him, it was a good thing Asa's hair wasn't graying yet. Or else he really would have felt old.
Asa heard nothing but silence on the ship besides the occasional creaking of the boat or tugging of ropes at the sails as his crew pulled up to the port. His men were told to keep quiet until they physically went into town. By that time no one will know what is happening and they were free to do as they pleased. Chaos was a good thing sometimes. It lead to people becoming scared, even though sometimes the scared ones were the most dangerous. He pushed his thoughts aside and fixated himself on the task at hand. Asa turned towards the men that would be coming with him. And even though it was only half of his crew, they were very large in number. "Come along." He told them in an even tone, not making too much noise as to disturb the residents. They would hopefully not be aware of their presence yet. He walked forward, his boots echoing the sound on the docks and on the street where hardly a window was open. Asa took a deep breath before yelling out, "You have visitors!" He smiled as he said this. It was his favorite part in pillaging places. He watched as his men charged forward, shouting and bursting into homes. The screams of women and the cries of children were music to Asa's ears.
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Post by lordclover on Oct 28, 2016 20:39:09 GMT -5
✒ [ Sorry c'x I usually only do half of that, but I get a little carried away with starters, mine will get a lot shorter when they start to interact ^^" I like doing scenery detail a little too much x3 I think I'm going to have her be 28 or 29, I forgot to put that in my post, whoops I already love Asa tho <3 He kinda reminds me of Sinbad I recently watched that movie so that might be it] Annabelle had began to drift off, one hand propping up her head as her elbows rested on the cold stone railing. She'd watched the speck of the ship grow and grow until she felt her eyelids grow heavy. It wasn't until she heard a yell that she was jolted back awake. Her gaze immediately searched the horizon for the ship, but it was gone. Dread filled her as her gaze slowly shifted down to the ports. There it was, nestled in between the merchant ships. It was larger than them, much larger. The merchant ships that came to their town were small, carrying crews of at most twenty, but usually had ten or twelve on board. This ship looked like it could house an army, it seemed to stretch towards the heaven's themselves. She was snapped back to reality by more yelling, and she looked down at the village, craning her head to see past the house. The town was lit up, by fires and candles, and people ran across the streets, stampeding away. Her heart stopped as she saw a man walk across the deck of the port, his stride was slow, as if he was basking in the moment. That had to be the captain, she thought immediately. It simply had to be, none of the others seemed as calm, even from here she could see the excitement in their eyes, their jittery movements as they took treasure by treasure from the houses. "I have to help," Annabelle whispered. Surely- surely she had something to stop this, if she could find her father's key to the vault- no, that was impossible. He kept it with him, and he- he was off visiting another town. (ooc: I was thinking this would make it easier for her to actually give herself up as her dad would probably stop her at all costs). She rushed down from her room and towards the main hall. "Annabelle?" Mary Ann asked, her chambermaid. "Stay inside! There are pirates in the town!" Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by Tals on Oct 28, 2016 20:41:32 GMT -5
HIRE ME FOR BEHIND ENEMY LINES PLEASE HUN PLEASE
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 20:42:46 GMT -5
I Can Help:
{I think I'm going to make Catherine around 27 or 26ish}
Catherine directed her attention to the girl he motioned to. She was younger than Riley that was a definite fact. Chloe didn't appear like the type of girl that would be the second boss of a gang, but then again, Catherine wasn't exactly the type of girl to get assistance from he same group. So she didn't have a whole lot of room to talk. "Hello Chloe, I'm Catherine." She introduced herself quickly before turning back to Riley, "Who will be protecting me? How? I need to know the little details too." She told him, with her hands on the counter.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 20:44:05 GMT -5
HIRE ME FOR BEHIND ENEMY LINES PLEASE HUN PLEASE {Lol, sure thing! Just give me a character name and a description is optional}
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Post by Tals on Oct 28, 2016 20:49:28 GMT -5
oh geez
okay he's german fbdsjdjs
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Aurik Eckstein
His description will be told via rp
Edit: He can be A please?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 20:51:55 GMT -5
{Sure thing! I'll edit the thing after I reply to these few posts lol}
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Post by Tals on Oct 28, 2016 20:52:51 GMT -5
Well then I'll get started on a starter? :3
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 21:00:23 GMT -5
bonesAlden smiled broadly when he saw Sadie walk through the door to meet her fans. One of them being him. It was an honor. Something Alden would always remember. When she offered her hand, he took it casually, not wanting to appear more eager than he already was. Her hand fit nicely in his, and to make sure he didn't keep shaking it out of nervousness, he just shook it briefly. Alden didn't need Sadie to introduce herself though. He knew who she was. Alden brought out his notepad and pen though since he felt he should introduce himself too. His hand writing was very neat since that's what he did every single day to communicate with people. He wrote down on the notepad, 'Hello Sadie, my name is Alden. I apologize if it is an inconvenience to stop and read what I want to say. I can not speak, but I have always enjoyed communicating with others." He passed the little notebook to her as he finished.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 28, 2016 21:02:08 GMT -5
I Can Help: {I think I'm going to make Catherine around 27 or 26ish} Catherine directed her attention to the girl he motioned to. She was younger than Riley that was a definite fact. Chloe didn't appear like the type of girl that would be the second boss of a gang, but then again, Catherine wasn't exactly the type of girl to get assistance from he same group. So she didn't have a whole lot of room to talk. "Hello Chloe, I'm Catherine." She introduced herself quickly before turning back to Riley, "Who will be protecting me? How? I need to know the little details too." She told him, with her hands on the counter. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - "That would probably be me or Malcolm right Ri?" Chole asked, glancing at Riley who nodded in consideration. "Great!" She grinned, "pleasure, I'll see you." She winked before leaving, once again. Riley watched her go, fondness in his gaze. He turned his attention back to Catherine.
"I'll keep an eye on you too, but first, the information that you have for me?" -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 21:02:34 GMT -5
Well then I'll get started on a starter? :3 {Yes that's fine}
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Post by Tals on Oct 28, 2016 21:05:07 GMT -5
For a long moment, Aurik stood at the edge of the abyss. His head throbbed, platinum blonde locks wild and his skin dirtied. Geez- he did horrible didn't he? His general would be upset with him. That is even if he was still alive. Worry settled in. His chest expanded and rose as he begun to slowly panic. What if this was it? What if he was on his last moments and he was bleeding out somewhere?! The thought alone woke him up. His massive body came leering up, sitting in his bed and the forest green wool blankets pooling at his waist. Bare chest- his blue eyes flicked around this way and that and for a moment Aurik thought he was in the- wait. He looked around, his uniform missing and boots as well. But yet, he was patched up. Blinking, he found himself staring about until he registered where he was. His short cropped hair was askew and his eyes turned to the foreign uniforms.
Aurik swallowed nervously, having acquainted himself with the English language but not enough of it- and in fact, none of any other language should it be French or even Russian. He felt his large palms gently rubbing his pale skin and he finally let his hands flop into his lap as he assessed his surroundings. His ears grew red out of embarrassment as he heard the foreign language and he felt a soft sign escape through his nose. Maybe if a nurse or someone came around, he could find out where he was at.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 21:22:25 GMT -5
High Seas
Asa was overjoyed at the state the town was in. Fear was something he wanted to strike into the hearts of others. He needs to be known as the captain, on or off his ship. Asa was normally the one in charge of anything really. He held leadership roles before even becoming a pirate. It was just one of his many gifts. Asa chuckled though, he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to make sure everything was going to plan. He pulled out one of his pistols from the holster. He had two, but one was all he needed right now. Asa had a full round in each one, not including the ammo in the sash across his outfit. Asa meant buisness, and he was not one to let many people live either unless they held some sort of purpouse. He may leave the women and children, only for the purpose of telling any other men that came to the town the tale of what happened when Asa stormed in. He needed to keep his name out there. A name that would go down in history, a career that would not stop at his death. No, Asa planned to live even afterwards.
He continued walking down the cobblestone streets, gun in hand as he searched for a house or building that was worthy of Asa to loot. A man caught him off guard though, well, more like surprised him. He was a brute that came charging at him with a sword in hand but all Asa needed to follow was raise his gun. The man stopped in his tracks, raising his hands up in defeat. Although Asa did not feel like mercy at the moment. He took the safety off his gun and smiled. "That won't due will it?" Asa told him before firing at least three rounds into the man. The first in the shoulder, the next in the chest, and the third in his head. He planned to shoot in those areas so he felt every single hit until he was put out of his misery. Asa lowered the gun again and continued walking. Actually stepping on the man as he made his way to a place that intrested him. It was a very large house in the middle of town. There had to be something worth stealing there. Asa walked past the burning buildings as if this was nothing new to him, in which it wasn't.
Upon arriving at the front of the house, Asa took two bullets out of his sash and put them into the gun. He had about five rounds in it, which was the best he could get for now. He paused for a moment before suddenly kicking off the door handle with his foot and pushed it open with ease. He had broken into enough places to know how this sort of thing went. Asa whistled as he walked through the house, and up the stairs. He knew that if anyone who was already in the house had already heard him break open the door. One of the bedrooms caught his eye though. Asa assumed it was the master bedroom by the size of it. On one of the stands there was a jewelry box. These people were practically begging him to rob them! Asa chuckled softly before opening it up and grabbing what he figured what would he worth the most.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 21:47:02 GMT -5
Behind Enemy Lines:
It had been along day as always for Sharon and her colleagues. She had seen many things she wished to forget, but unfortunately knew she could not. It hurt to know she wouldn't but she was here to save lives, not stress about herself. She was not nearly as important as the soldiers out there risking their necks for her and the country they lived in. You could teach people how to fight yes, but you can't teach them how to be brave in the face of danger. That was what those men did out there. They defied the odds, or were at least attempting to. You can teach anyone how to cover up a wound, soldiers were taught that too for emergencies out in the field. Sharon felt helpful here though, knowing she can come up with come kind of change to soliders. To be that home away from home emotionally while they could not physically be home. With their loved ones that she knew would be overjoyed to see their daddy back home.
At the moment, Sharon was just searching through the pills trying to find the right pain killers prescribed for someone new they brought in today. He couldn't remember his name, it was hard to pronounce for her but she assumed he was of German descent. When she did find the right pills, she headed upstairs to where the new patient was. Even though they had new patients every day, he was the newest so far. Tomorrow though he would no longer be the newest. She opened the door to where a few other soldiers were conversing and the new solider seemingly looking lost. He shouldn't though, he was an American solider. But she didn't press the matter, he could be in shock. There was a chair next to his bed, she sat down in it quickly, putting the back of her hand to his forehead. "Hey there." She smiled, trying to stay calm to keep him calm. "How are you doing? Any more pain? Well, if you remember the condition you came in that is." Sharon tucked her shoulder length black hair behind her ear, trying to keep it out of the way as much as she could. Her green eyes wanting to take in the soliders condition.
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Post by cherry on Oct 28, 2016 22:26:01 GMT -5
{a description is up to you. Sometimes I make one as a reference but then other times I feel too lazy to make one XD but just get on whenever it works for you, no rush!} I'm back! I had a crazy day and couldn't get on until now. I have about an hour before bed though! Would you like to start or should I? I think describing through rp will be fine.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 22:28:05 GMT -5
{Could you start? I just don't want to start off in the wrong spot XD Did you give me a name for your character?}
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Post by lordclover on Oct 28, 2016 22:48:21 GMT -5
✒ Annabelle stopped her descent down the stairs suddenly, having hear gunshots. She stood frozen for several seconds, her heart beating rapidly against her chest. She could hear the servants bustling back and forth, doing their best to get out of the way. Mary Ann stood behind her, her eyes as large as saucers. "Go, find the others, the basement should be safe, the door's reinforced-" Mary Ann opened her mouth to interupt her, but with a loud bang the door slammed open. She glanced from Annabelle to the other servants, torn. "I'll be down in a minute," Annabelle said softly. And she had planned on that at the time. But then when she was hurrying to her father's desk, looking desperately for the jewelry box he kept hidden from her, she saw the sword. And one crazy thought ran through her mind. She could fight. She took her mother's locket from the jewelry box and slid it over her head and let it fall under her nightgown, hidden. Then she stood up on her father's desk chair to pull the sword he had used decades ago from it's display over the fireplace. Her resolve only grew as she heard them searching through her house, tossing heavy objects to the side. She would fight to save her home, her town. She did not consider the fact that she had never held a sword before, or that this was far from any games she had played as a child. Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by cherry on Oct 28, 2016 23:04:38 GMT -5
I'll try, but I have the same worry! I'll be a girl who was in the foster system, her name will be Fiammetta, and go by Fi or Fia. The names means flickering flame in Italian.)
Fia walked through the park, intent on avoiding everyone and everything for a few moments. The new leader of her gang was 're-initiating' everyone he wasn't close with, and honestly, she was just waiting to be jumped in. Hopefully, she'd be near a hospital when they did decide to strike. Her thin frame was covered by a thread-bare hoodie that had seen better days before she'd even bought it from the thrift shop where she'd found the ratty thing. Still, it was better than nothing, and that was really her only other option. Dues since the change in leadership had been outrageous, and Fi was nervous to show off her skill sets before she was officially allowed back in. This whole thing made her nervous -if she wasn't accepted, she was likely to be killed, since she'd been on the inside before hand.
She'd been in the gang since before she knew that Santa Claus wasn't real, because her foster brother had taken her to a meeting at age three when some other member argued that leaving her alone at the park wasn't safe. Yeah right... So, her she was, thirteen, almost fourteen years later. She'd basically been raised up in the gang, her mother being Franka, a fire-cracker personality who was basically gang's medic, and the 'mom friend'. Well, as much as anyone could boss someone around like their mother from inside a gang. She was condescending and sarcastic, traits that Fia had adopted for her own with time. As for her father.. She didn't want to think about that.
Indigo, their leader, had died. Not in a gang fight, no, that'd be too simple. The kid, because he was really only 25, had gotten sick and died for no reason doctors could give. And his second in command was murdered three days later, leaving this good for nothing in charge.
Even as the days got warmer, Fi shivered.Her skeletal frame came from not eating, whether she wanted the food or didn't. She didn't have a home, or her own bank account, or even a lot of money. All the food she got came from the higher-ups, and, Fi reasoned, they worked mostly like a pack; she, as the youngest, would always eat last. (Are they in school? We never really decided ages and what not. Sorry if this is a bad starter, by the way. It's been awhile.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 23:06:07 GMT -5
High Seas
"Come on out you all know we'll find you eventually!" Asa called out in a dark tone. But Asa was true to. Talking he said. They always found people, there weren't too many places to hide in most places they went to. Although in this house they may have to do a little searching. Asa was just walking through the house as confident as if he owned it. No one here should be stupid enough to actually believe they could take on Asa Riggs, Captain of The Serpent. They would have to have absolutely know thinking capacity. He headed towards the stairs, gun in hand like usual. He opened doors slowly, in case someone was planning to kill him. Asa tried to think of things like that ahead of time, it was either his neck or their own. And Asa prefered it the second way. There was one door he had not checked yet. It was the French Style doors that intrigued him the most. He assumed this was the master bedroom but there was only one way of knowing. He smiled momentarily before taking a few steps back charging to the doors, they opened up after his effort. Someone had seemed to lock them or at least shut them firmly. The master bedroom was so be though it was hard to determine where they were.
Asa raised an eyebrow, half expecting someone to come barreling towards him with a weapon, but when no one came he went straight to some jewelry boxes. They seemed to beholding jewels that would definitely get his crew a bit of pocket money. He saw necklaces and more stashed inside and he quickly put what he could in his pockets, tempted to call Lewis up here to get the rest of the boxes but he did not. Asa still felt as if someone was here, he turned around, keeping his back to a wall so no one could sneak up behind him. Asa tapped is gun on his side, anticipating for someone or something to come rushing out of a closet. But the only noises he heard were the ones of his men downstairs loading things into barrels and sacks. He was waiting to hear the noise of a maid's shriek or something similar. People were worth a lot. He could sell her as a servant to other pirates and still get enough money to buy a few days worth of provisions for everyone on board.
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