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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 16:39:40 GMT -5
Jacob began walking, almost in a silent command for her to walk beside him. He knew he should be honest with his mother but she was so...his mother. Mrs. Swanson wasn't his favorite person at times. Right now he was kind of rebelling because he wanted to along with the fact that he didn't feel like working. Jacob knew he shouldn't keep that sort of mindset that it was okay to do whatever you want but right now, those rules didn't seem to apply.
When she mentioned plans, Jacob realized he hadn't thought about anything to do until then. He was too bored to think of what to do but too distracted to try. Now however, he wouldn't be bored because he has someone to talk to. "I guess I'm playing hooky with no plans. I have no ideas right now, besides avoiding my coworkers. They tend to be snitches."
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Post by cherry on Oct 30, 2016 17:52:27 GMT -5
At first, Fi panicked. Snitches were dangerous people to associate with, whether they talked with the cops, people in their gang, or other gangs. Of course, she soon realized that's not the kind of snitch he was referring to. The Italian quickly recovered, and rolled her eyes. "Ditching work and you don't have anything spectacular to do? That's just low. What if someone had to cover your shift on their day off when you don't have anything goin' on."
As they walked along, Fia kept an eye out for the guys from her crew. It wouldn't do any good for them to come by right now, though they might leave her alone if they things she's in the middle of a sting. Maybe. Sometimes, those guys had bees for brains.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 18:05:30 GMT -5
Jacob smiled even though he knew she was right when he told her that it was low of him to do something like that. It was low, and also selfish, but on the other side of that, whoever covers his shift gets paid overtime so it's a win win situation. "It may be low but whoever does my shift gets paid overtime too so I'm actually helping them out. But since I have nothing better to do, maybe you can help me think of something. If you wanted, you could tag along. I know we just met and all but I say what the heck? I get it if you want to decline, but it was just a suggestion." Jacob actually wanted her to go too. She was kind of pretty in her own way. What's the harm in that? Plus Jacob knew he was nice to look at, she shouldn't mind either. He wanted to chuckle at his own cocky thought but did not want to appear like a loon. That was besides the point though, he was bore and she looked kind of bored too. So why not do something.
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Post by cherry on Oct 30, 2016 18:19:45 GMT -5
Again, Fi ends up smirking. "You realize you're rambling?" She points out, raising a brow. "I say that if we go anywhere, it should at least be more than meandering around a play-ground. How about a movie or something? There's a new Disney flick out for you, little prince." Again, it was meant more sarcastically than in a way to hurt his feelings. Fi added with mirth, "I mean, we could also just walk around a strip mall aimlessly, but unless you give me your golden credit card -I can't say I'm much for window shopping."
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Post by lordclover on Oct 30, 2016 18:54:52 GMT -5
She didn't immediately open her eyes after hearing the captain speak. She waited a few heartbeats before letting her eyes slowly open, peering at his boots. Almost immediately she felt nauseous, and it wasn't just because of him. She had made herself sick from worrying, her thoughts a constant plague the night before. The rocking of the boat certainly didn't help, nor did the fact that this was her nightmare scenario. Even worse, she had caused it. She certainly wasn't in the mood for what looked like a stale biscuit, but the water gathered her interest for a moment. Before she felt like throwing up again that is. It felt like a cruel joke, setting the very thing she feared in front of her. She wondered briefly if it was filled with salt water, she wouldn't put it past him. After a moment's hesitance she took the water and held in between her hands. She watched the water quiver back and forth for a moment, and felt exceedingly worse. She took one quick sip before setting it back down. Annabelle wasn't amused by his tone, nor grateful. She found it more mocking than caring, and it made her even more annoyed than the nausea. She wanted to ask why he was even here and what exactly warranted a visit from the captain, but she kept her lips sealed, afraid something horrible would slip out that would make her situation worse. She settled for a clipped sentence that she rehearsed in thought a few times before speaking. "As tempting as it looks, I'm not in the mood to eat, sir." She made it through the sentence easily, but at the last moment she couldn't help but release her irritation in the final word. He had called her miss after treating her like scum, she figured she could return it in kind. She wasn't certain what he would do, but she figured it couldn't be any worse. Pain might be better than having a constant reminder of the ocean caving her in, trapping her in this wretched vessel.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Oct 30, 2016 19:05:24 GMT -5
Kihyun had been living in Seoul since...well, since not that long ago. He had been born in Daegu, the second son of a father who didn't want him and a mother who struggled with the burden of working three jobs to support herself and two children. He loved her dearly, and so did his brother. But when Yoongi turned sixteen (Kihyun was fourteen), he packed up his bags, ruffled Kihyun's hair, and walked out the door. To Seoul, he said, to pursue his dreams, to start a new life.
Two years later, their mother had died in a car accident and Kihyun was stuck living with their father. It wasn't an ideal situation by any means and Kihyun was only too happy to board a bus to Seoul when Yoongi called to offer him a new home, too happy to turn his back on his hometown, never looking back.
Yoongi was eighteen at the time and Kihyun was sixteen. Five years have passed.
Now, Kihyun found himself caught up in the dealings of some local gang. It was his own fault, really, but at this point, he'd stopped regretting his decisions. All he could do was look forward. And so he found himself in the same situation again and again: staring down at a battered and bruised, nearly unconscious, body in a dark alleyway, twirling a knife in his right hand because he thought guns were too messy and made too much noise, left hand on his hip as he chewed his lip. The knife passed through that chest almost too easily and sometimes Kihyun was afraid of himself.
But as he shifted his grip, fingers feeling for any lingering pulse in the body, Kihyun happened to glance upwards and notice a girl. A foreign looking girl with an iPhone, taking a picture of her surroundings. That didn't bother him. What bothered him was that he was in the frame of the shot. That's annoying. He didn't like having to deal with complications, but he supposed that he had no choice.
Kihyun let out a small sigh, letting go of the body and the knife, letting them crumple to the ground. Clean-up would come by here in a few minutes. He didn't get any blood on himself, thank the lord, just wrinkled his shirt a little. He shot the body one last disgusted look before peeking around the alley to see the girl walking off. I hope she knows English. That was the only foreign language he had bothered to learn. If he could just get his hands on that phone...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 19:33:42 GMT -5
High Seas
A corner of Asa's mouth went up in the faintest if smiles as she studied the water. He could understand her hesitancy to drink it, he would too if it had been delivered by his own self. Yes, it was funny thay Asa wouldn't even trust himself. He did not trust himself in a lot of things but usually instinct kicked in and saved his rear from trouble. That was another thing Asa had going for him. But he found the girl somewhat intriguing as she spoke. She actually had the guts to give him and attitude, most prisoners cower in fear or stay silent the entire time. He enjoyed it at times, which may sound cruel but there was something about being above people that gave you a sort of...satisfaction if you will. Despite their thoughts of him though, Asa wasn't all bad, but that was the side he usually had a tendency to show more of. He never corrected it though, it seemed to grow on him in a way. "I see you're still a little feisty." Asa chuckled, "But suit yourself. Just remember that your next meal won't be for a while." Asa took a deep breath, almost wishing he hadn't because of the slight pestilential stench this room had. "You're eating arrangements were not what I came here to chat about though." He used the word chat for this, which would not be the appropriate time to use it though. He assumed that she felt the same. "I'm Captain Asa Riggs if you didn't know that already. What might your name be?" He was starting the conversation out slow though, he would ease his way into the topic
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Post by Sherk on Oct 30, 2016 19:48:56 GMT -5
Jube scowled at her, "I hope you remember that you are my prisoner. I could easily make you." He crossed his arms, glaring at her, "I'd just rather keep you alive for the time being." He tried looking threatening for once. "The moment your trouble outweighs a ransom...zing! you're gone." He'd probably be a little more threatening if he hadn't used the word zing. "Keep that in mind." He said, backing away and leaving her alone. OOC: I might have someone else come by, then she overpowers them, takes their weapon, then meets up with Jube and has that fight. You cool with that? {Yep that's fine} As soon as he left Arabella mimicked him to herself with an annoying voice. Words wouldn't begin to describe how much he despised him. She was just overjoyed when he did leave though. He was getting on her last nerve and she was about to snap. And no, not with her fingers. She wasn't worried about his threat though, she figured she would be fine. Arabella had usually left places alive. The thought made her smile though, of course she made it out alive every time. But unscathed? Impossible Emmett was an old man for a bandit living in the woods most of his life: he was in his forties, and counted himself lucky that he'd never be left behind. Jube wouldn't let the others do such a thing. Emmett had been the one to bring together a small group of outlaws and begin this tradition of robbing whoever came by their current area. After he'd gotten just a bit too stiff to go raiding with the men, he'd handed the reins over to Jube, and began instead chilling around camp, cooking and keeping track of prisoners and supplies. He still insisted that he could hold his own in a fight. Anyway, said Emmett was working on some tasty, A-grade gruel to feed the knight and the king's brother. It was coming by pretty nicely, actually, and was just about done. He proudly took the pot off the fire, and turned to head into the cave, only to come face-to-face with a sullen Jube. "Are things going good, Jubil-" Jube cut him off with a "fine!", and Emmett frowned a little. But it wasn't his concern, not at the moment. He could deal with Jube at some other point. Right now, he took the pot into the cave and first went to Arabella, "hi," he called, "I brought you something."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 19:55:06 GMT -5
Katelyn had just turned off her phone and out it in her back pocket to save the battery. She can't risk it dying. She wished she could call someone but who would she call? Was the emergency number 911 like in the US? She knew one thing though, Katelyn knew she should have done more research. This should be routine to her but apparently it is not. Memorization was key when traveling to a new place and she seemed to be unable let to memorize memorization itself, it was almost ironic in a way. If a friend was in her place and telling her this story, Katelyn would surely laugh. But the sad part is, no one replaced her in this situation. She felt so lonely at the moment, with only the street sign that had a language that looked similar to chicken scratch on it. That's what most languages in the far East looked like to her, chicken scratch. Belle would know, she lived in Texas and had her own chickens. She wasn't as country as some people but she did own land, and that was about as country as it would get.
Katelyn sighed and started putting up her black hair in a ponytail. With it down it hit went to about the middle of her shoulder blades but up it was at about the bottom of her neck. It was very thick too, a pain to deal with on most days. However, today was not the day to be worried about hair, today was the day to be worried about...everything else. It was not a good time to tell herself that though, since she heard footsteps behind her. It made her want to jump in surprise but she was glued to the spot, only hoping that this person knew English and was friendly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 20:01:11 GMT -5
Arabella wanted to yell at the person she heard coming down the cavern to her cell to go away, and leave her to sulk. But she did not say much until the man had spoken to her. He seemed nice but you could never be sure. She slowly rose from where she was sitting, making sure that that Jube person was not around. Arabella looked at the gruel he carried and gave it a look of distaste. She hated gruel with a burning passion. Plus, who was to say that this was not poisoned? Arabella didn't say anything, only took a step or two towards the man and suddenly, without warning, struck out at the pot. She knocked it out of his hands and let it clatter onto the floor, the food spilling everywhere. While he was distracted, she reared her arm back and gave a swing to the man's face. She needed to search him for a weapon. Any kind would do, just something to save the king's brother and hopefully kill Jube
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Oct 30, 2016 20:50:24 GMT -5
She wasn't holding her phone anymore. And she was paused in the middle of the sidewalk. Perhaps she was lost? Foreigners were good at doing that. Not that Kihyun blamed them, because honestly he'd probably get lost too if he ever traveled outside the country. The amount of English he knew was workable, but accented and consisted of only simple vocabulary and sentence construction. At least he could take pride in the fact that he was better than his brother, who keeps saying "infires" when what he means is "inspires."
Speaking of Yoongi, he hadn't met up with his brother in a long time. But the nature of Yoongi's work made it easy for Kihyun to keep up with his activities. They still had the same dark brown eyes that exuded an aura of bored annoyance, or perhaps it was just a tiredness of life. But over the years, he'd watched Yoongi's hair color change from mint to silver to blonde to red and he wondered if his brother even remembered that once upon a time, his hair was dark, almost black. Kihyun's own hair was never that dark, it had always been a medium shade of brown.
If he tried to take her phone now (it was in her back pocket, he could see it), she would surely be aware. He himself was aware of how loud his footsteps sounded against the pavement. He'd have to get a little creative. As he drew closer, mind racing, thumb toying with the platinum ring on his right index finger, he cleared his throat. "Are you lost?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 21:12:06 GMT -5
Katelyn was just waiting for another voice speaking Korean in a way that made them sound angry at her. She thought any language besides English always sounded like they were angry at someone or something. Perhaps that was just her imagination. Her body turned to face the person behind her as he spoke...English. Hallelujah is how she felt, finally someone whom she can communicate with without hand signals and confusion. Her blue eyes looked up at the man that was speaking to her and into the dark ones of his. "Finally, someone who knows English! This has been a very hectic day and I want to thank you in advance for helping me." She paused to take a breath, "I'm sorry, I sound stupid I know, but yes I'm very lost." She told him trying to wrap up what she was saying. She hated rambling, she feared it made her sound as unintelligent as she felt.
Her mother always told her to know when to shut up, perhaps she should have taken those words in some more. Another thing she needed to remember...if she even remembered to remember that. Katelyn pushed the thought away. Her mother was not here right now, she hated how Katelyn traveled all the time, away from home and away from all of her family.
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Post by lordclover on Oct 30, 2016 21:13:43 GMT -5
He had called this a chat, as if they were old friends. Annabelle stared at him with narrowed eyes, yet her curiosity got the better of her. "Annabelle Willis, by blood. How about you? Self-proclaimed Asa Riggs or born?" She wasn't quite sure what she was trying to figure out from this question, but it just felt right to ask, as if somehow she could chink away at the mystery surrounding him. Perhaps it would, but she doubted it would help by much. He was a strange man, one she couldn't understand. He seemed cruel and cold, yet here he was. A biscuit, a glass of water, and a 'chat' his only offerings. No harsh words or weapons. She was suspicious and uncertain, she had heard the absolute worst of pirates and seen the worst when her ship was raided. This was far better than she had expected, even if it wasn't great. Her father often told her of times his ship had been seized before,and had told her it had been much worse, the best comfort he could offer her when she woke up from nightmares of that night. Yet he had said they had starved them for four straight days, and one of them had died the first week from the combination of diseases and starvation. He clearly wasn't prying information from her yet, but she wouldn't put it past him. There was no point in her with holding her name, he probably already knew her father's. Keeping hers to herself would be like chucking the water back in his face. She wasn't about to do that... she would be lying if she didn't admit she was curious as to where this conversation would lead.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 21:30:31 GMT -5
Asa was expecting her to snap at him again. Say something like 'Why would you care?' Or if she was stupid enough, throw the water in his face. However, she did not seem ignorant to him. Mostly clever was what she was. He couldn't help but be slightly intruiged but he pushed the thought away. Annabelle was a prisoner. That's what she will always be to him. "Yes, that was my name given to me at birth, however some address me as Koba. There is a story behind it but I'm not going to go into it." He sat with his legs crossed and hands in his lap, trying to appear less hostile and possibly get her to open up to him. She would know something he wouldn't, he was very concerned about Lewis. He didn't seem to have his head screwed on straight. He was too gentle with this prisoner, and Asa had walked very slowly on purpouse back up to the deck to see what Lewis was doing. He hadn't heard him say anything, if he did it was very softly but he didn't hear any struggle against chains nor the sound of him forcing her into her restraints.
"I'm curious to know though, what is your opinion of Lewis? I would ask about my other crew members but you have yet to meet them. If you meet them that is." Asa looked at her face, revealing nothing, wanting to shroud himself in mystery. She can reveal everything and Asa could only reveal a few things about himself. Most would be very useless. That was what he assumed, she would be like most prisoners he suspected
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Post by Tals on Oct 30, 2016 22:13:51 GMT -5
oh she totally would lol
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Aurik could only watch. His large palm was held out to her and was given the pills. He could only stare at the small objects and contemplate if it was really rather a good idea. They might know he was German- that he was their biggest and worst enemy and they could be planning to- oh. When she had asked if it was in English, he simply got up and popped the little objects into his mouth, where he downed them with a small glass of water and soon made his way over to her. His movements were slow and cautious, like a stray dog moving to a person holding out their hand. Nostalgia hit him like a wave, his calloused palm gently engulfing the rounded rectangles that served as his I.D. and gently took them from her fingertips. The chain slid through her palm like a silky strand, and his eyes softened at the sight. It wasn't in English, but that didn't stop him from speaking as if it was in this foreign tongue. Bringing the chain up and over his head, he let the two objects rest at the small space where the collarbones barely touch in the front of his throat. Eyes turning from the metal, he looked to her and spoke.
"Ya it is... It reads, Aurik Eckstein... And then my serial number," he told her then. He didn't say what else that had been stamped and issued. In fact, before he was shipped to the front lines, he had been part of the infamous S.S. They were the best and only the best- the people who didn't question the Frührer; Anyone who dared do so would be put on trial and executed for suspicion of conspiracies against said Frührer. That said- he was a loyal dog and wore his status high and proud back amongst the other soldiers. However- it was different. His patch was removed along the left bicep and he wondered if it was because fate decided to keep him here. Reaching out to his uniform, his hands delicately handled it, and soon cradled the warm wool to his chest before he lazily trailed over to his bed once again. His eyes half lidded, and he gently set the object down on the bed. He laid out the jacket to the side, then his pants that had been recently patched up and pulled up the shirt and pulled it over his head to hide the dogtags. It was shredded up all along the back- but it seemed he didn't care. His bandages were taking care of that. Besides, being here amongst the Americans meant you really couldn't get that special mother's patch up.
His battalion was supposed to go home when he had been struck. He was planning to meet his proud mother and father back inside the home and he was going to announce that he was moving across the front lines to stop the Americans... But... His eyes turned over the shirt his mother had made for him- really the last ever shirt made due to the fact that he was able to afford the newer clothing because of his lavish lifestyle- and he felt sick. He slowly sat on the bed, his hands rubbing his face before he looked to Sharon. Eyebrows twitching, curiosity got the better of him. "Ah... miss, what is your name?" he asked curiously. The way he sat straight backed was something he had learnt in his young military school. "I never really caught it." Usually, a young American man would be kind enough to compliment or flatter a woman, but he was the exact opposite. His eyes turned away in time to hide his loathing of her hair and eye color... But it had disappeared just as fast as it came. It made his pale eartips tinge pink with his own embarrassment, but as well as the fact he begun to recognize it as a childish emotion called Love. ( Or, that he simply liked her- he didn't know what it was and he frankly didn't really care. )
His ears pricked then, body slowly lifting to the people that were coming in to inspect those that had been brought in. Aurik stood tense, and really rather on edge. They were coming in to tell Sharon something, his eyes scanning everything as he read the body language. Indeed, her current patient was the last of the last, but there had been wounded civilians. They had been relocated so she and the nurses wouldn't have as much stress on their shoulders, and that all the people that had been on the battle field had been accounted for. His body twisted, pulling his newly patched pants up and buckled them to his waist before he stood to stare at Sharon. The men moved off, letting the German to slowly move over to her. "Everyone is counted for?" he asked with the subtle tilt of his head and let his eyes half lid once again. He was playing charm- a tactic he'd hope would work and not backfire.
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Post by lordclover on Oct 30, 2016 22:32:07 GMT -5
She watched Asa closely and uncertainly. He sat cross legged, and she was eerily reminded of sitting on the lawn with her friend, Daniel, as they discussed plans for... she couldn't remember, it was something her father wanted him to do. That was back when he was trying to impress him, and his assistant. Now, here she was with Asa Riggs, the person who destroyed her town. It sent a shiver down her spine, but despite this she didn't feel the need to lie to him. Not yet. She hoped he wouldn't lie to her either, she was fairly good at detecting lies, at least she thought so. She was also fairly good at lying, but if she was a betting person she'd say he was too. "Lewis?" She asked, surprise littering her voice. She grew irritated at herself instantly, annoyed she had let her emotions show so clearly in her voice. Annabelle was used to hiding her emotion and keeping a formal tone, but she wasn't great at it. There were moments were it was clear exactly what she was thinking, but there were other times when she was like talking to a painting."He..." He what? He was kind, but she felt uneasy by this. He's a kid, she wanted say, but that wasn't it. He's weak, was her next thought, but that wasn't it either. The word was on the tip of her tongue, but not willing to reveal itself. It was a nagging feeling, one she wasn't used to. "He's... innocent," She paused for a moment, considering her words. She didn't want to make this life harder for him, he was probably the underdog here. Yet for some reason she didn't fully trust him, even after he treated her kindly. He was too young to be here... it was scary to think of someone growing up like this, around these people. He wouldn't be able to stay how he was, not in this constant environment of crude pirates. She was scared of what he would grow up to be, especially since he seemed like a good lad. "He's in a situation no boy should be in." She wasn't quite sure why he was asking her of all people, someone who probably grew up in an almost direct opposite to this life. She hadn't lied and she also hadn't said anything that would make Lewis's life harder... she hoped. "Why is he here?"[ this last bit was a little repetitive, sorry for that c'x]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 22:38:13 GMT -5
Sharon did not speak, only listened as watched as Aurik moved to her and took the dog tags from her hand. She believed him when he said that the words were printed in English, she had no reason not to after all. He just seemed very...lost. Physically and emotionally. She knew a lot about being lost. Emotionally though first hand. Like when she lost her father just a few months ago to one of those dark hearted Germans. It was a good thing he was shot instead of being sent to some sort of concentration camp. Sharon wouldn't know what to do with herself if she heard he was sent there.
She feared the Germans more than she hated them though. They were so...horrifying to her. Especially their leader. She did not wish to have the knowledge of what else went on in Germany and the countries it has seized. All she knew was that they tortured and killed. She didn't know how, but she knew that they killed, and that was enough for Sharon. If she had ever met one of those pigs she would...she wouldn't know what she would do but Sharon figured she would get an idea in the situation. If she didn't it would be the death of her. Her father told her about some of the things the Germans have done before he was KIA. But Sharon pushed those thoughts away, she didn't want to think about it any longer.
Her eyes were clouded over in thought while she dwelled on this but went back to what they were when he moved over to her. He stood as if he should be standing at attention almost, it was something she admired about those who served. She knew that she would be able to pick a military member out of a group of civilians in moments. Just by the way they carried themselves. Sharon would always remember what they did for not only America but the world. What did Germany plan to do if they defeated America? Sharon was about to start arguing with no one but herself again but she did not. "Yes, I believe everyone is accounted for. I'm Sharon by the way. Sharon Koehler."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 22:58:46 GMT -5
Asa couldn't help but wondered why she was so surprised by him bringing up Lewis. Did she know Lewis from somewhere? Or did he come in here during the middle of the night, maybe to tell her something? He couldn't help but become suspicious of her...and Lewis. He would have a talk with him later. Or more than a talk, it depends on how this ended. When she started pausing he wanted to smack the back of her head as if that would get the words to come out faster but he kept himself sitting still. His eyes widened though when she said that Lewis was innocent. Pirates shouldn't be innocent. They should be merciless, determined, and as tough as the ocean itself. Lewis could be ruining his reputation. He hadn't thought about it until now. "Why is Lewis here? Lewis...he is a strange case I will admit that much. I'm not sure if you would be intrested in that. It would surely change your views of me though. Perhaps I will tell you at some other point. Unless you are desperate to know now." Asa had to stop himself from going to the flashback he had stored in his memory of Lewis. He could hear the desperate begging of a woman, a child crying out for his father, and it sent shudders down his spine. Something that happened very rarely. The circumstances of what had happened though...Asa was ashamed. A word that never really went through to his head. There was only one time he was ever ashamed of himself, and it was the day he met Lewis.
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Post by Sherk on Oct 30, 2016 23:10:11 GMT -5
Arabella wanted to yell at the person she heard coming down the cavern to her cell to go away, and leave her to sulk. But she did not say much until the man had spoken to her. He seemed nice but you could never be sure. She slowly rose from where she was sitting, making sure that that Jube person was not around. Arabella looked at the gruel he carried and gave it a look of distaste. She hated gruel with a burning passion. Plus, who was to say that this was not poisoned? Arabella didn't say anything, only took a step or two towards the man and suddenly, without warning, struck out at the pot. She knocked it out of his hands and let it clatter onto the floor, the food spilling everywhere. While he was distracted, she reared her arm back and gave a swing to the man's face. She needed to search him for a weapon. Any kind would do, just something to save the king's brother and hopefully kill Jube "Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus!" Emmett shrieked, reaching futilely for his sword. But he was too late, and it was only halfway out of its scabbard when he was whacked in the face and crumpled to the floor. He lay there groaning lightly, not quite unconscious, but too stunned to do anything to stop her. Meanwhile, outside, Reval ran back into camp, shouting about a new merchant entering their land a couple kilometers or so away. Jube stopped sulking for a little bit to listen to Reval, then began organizing everyone else to start heading to this merchant. He'd stick around a little longer to make sure Emmett wouldn't come out and discover everyone gone. That'd be an unpleasant surprise.
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Post by lordclover on Oct 30, 2016 23:13:38 GMT -5
Annabelle watched him curiously as for a moment he seemed to be absent, lost in a distant memory. An emotion flashed across him, one she hadn't seen before. She wan't able to properly identify it either, but she wasn't about to pry. Especially since he seemed to like having a mysterious air around him. Annabelle promised that she wouldn't divulge much more information unless he offered some in return. She may be captive, but what she knew was valuable, and one of the few things she had left. For a moment she wondered how her views would be changed of him, it wasn't as if she held him in the best of light now. She highly doubted he could... no, he definitely could get worse. But for some reason she wasn't sure if she believed he was worse. She didn't like him, nor did she trust him, but he wasn't the monster that haunted her nightmares. She winced slightly as the ship rocked suddenly, jolting her back to reality. She'd become invested in their conversation, enough so she had ignored her nausea and unease. The ocean was not something she wanted to be near, especially not for this long. "Desperate?"Annabelle murmured, her voice softer and holding the makings of a chuckle. Not at all because it was all that funny, or that she was about to laugh, but just because of the absurdity of it. Desperate was not a word she ever wanted to use to describe herself, but she felt pretty miserable right now. Cold, weak, and trapped. That's what she was. All she had with her was her wits, but how long could that last? She wasn't sure how strong she truly was, and she didn't want to find out. She shuddered as the ship creaked. It had creaked and groaned all night long, a terrible song that kept reminding her where she was. "I'm getting there."The words slid off of her tongue, but she didn't care much. She wasn't divulging some huge secret. He knew, he had to. her denying it was just foolish.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 23:17:20 GMT -5
Arabella was quick about her next move, she bent down to the sword still sheathed. Arabella was good with a sword, so any would do at the moment even if it wasn't like the one that was made to perfectly fit her hand and proportions. She looked down at the man who was stunned on the ground, it made her want to laugh but she only smiled and said in a quiet enough tone so only he would hear it. "This is why you don't mess with girls." She told him. Even if he hadn't been engaged in combat with her directly, it didn't matter. He was still part of this band of theives. She held onto the sword as she started moving swiftly through the cavern tunnels.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Oct 31, 2016 11:13:45 GMT -5
If Kihyun was going to be honest with himself, the first half of what the girl said flew right over his head. His English was nowhere near fluent enough to catch all those words coming out of her mouth, but he smiled in what he hoped to be a friendly manner and focused his attention on the latter half of her response. So indeed, she was "very lost." How do I get to her phone? "My English is not the best, sorry, but I think I can help. Where are you going?" He'd tried hard, over the years, to rid himself of his naturally foreign accent, to adopt a more American one. And to some extent, he succeeded, but in his tone and inflection there were irremovable traces of his origin, just as how his Korean speech carried with it the satoori dialect of his hometown.
"Do you have an address, perhaps? On your phone?" Was that too direct? Was that suspicious? Yes, probably, but the words had already left his mouth. But it didn't matter what she thought of him in the end, it wasn't as if he were trying to impress her, only prevent her from seeing that picture she took, from noticing what was going on in the background and maybe try to send it into the authorities. Kihyun wasn't stupid. The people he worked for and with may present him with the illusion of unity, but if he got himself in trouble, he would be alone. Not even Yoongi would (be able to) help him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 16:32:24 GMT -5
Katelyn was relieved when he simply smiled at her rambling, maybe he found it humorous. She hoped that he was not silently judging her. She wanted to slap herself for being as talkative as she was, but she did not do so in front of a stranger. Katelyn wanted to avoid looking insane for as long as possible. Especially in front of strangers. He seemed to be willing to help her and that was all she needed momentarily. "Yes I do have an address. Hold on, let me search for it..." she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and used her thumb to unlock it (since her phone had a thumbprint lock). She scrolled through a few things, closed out an app or two, and then went to her phone's notes where the address to her hotel was.
She turned her phone around in her hand to show the man she had just met. "There is where I need to go. But I have no clue what any of these...symbols mean." She told him, a slight plead in her voice. All she wanted to do right now, is go to her hotel and crash on the couch. She had been walking all day and it would feel like heaven just to sit down. It felt as if she had not sat down in years but in reality it was just this morning. Katelyn had actually skipped lunch because well...she was lost obviously. She didn't have any idea of the location of the closest restaurant.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Oct 31, 2016 18:35:06 GMT -5
"Oh, Insa-dong?" Kihyun's heart was pounding, though he wasn't quite sure why. He'd done much more dangerous things than simply trying to figure out how to inconspicuously delete a photo from someone's phone. "You're actually some distance away from it." How had she ended up all the way out here? This little venture of hers was evidently proving troublesome for both of them.
He could ask to see her phone. To take it...but...she would certainly get suspicious if he started messing around with her photos. What do I do? What do I... "Can I just see your phone for a second?" Immediately, Kihyun regretted those words. "I mean...I can, uh, walk you there if you'd like?" Just buy some time. Nothing in his twenty-one years of life had prepared him for something like this. He was a common criminal at this point (alright, more like a serial killer), not some trained spy. He'd long suppressed the urge to throw up at the sight and feel of a dead or dying body, but for some reason, this little venture was making him rather anxious. Maybe it was just the fear of getting caught. "...Insa-dong has good food. I can show you some of my favorite places if you haven't eaten yet?" At this point all he was doing was stalling. And he felt like the longer he stood here and talked, the more awkward and strange he seemed. Not that he cared much about that...he just wanted to get rid of that stupid photo...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 21:28:18 GMT -5
Thug Love
Jacob rolled his eyes about her comment on the Disney movie. He hated them, the only reason he went out to see them, was because his little sister wouldn't shut up until he took her. Isabelle was her name, by he called her Izzy. He wondered if all little sisters were like that, needy and tried to sing when they really can't. He never criticized her to her face though, it was more in his head than anything. Jacob got the singing gene, and he was very thankful for it, was quite useful when attempting to impress girls. It worked nearly every time. "I prefer something...not rated G?" He chuckled, those kidding movies were so stupid and cheesy, he wondered how his parents ever sat through Thomas the train movies with him. But Jacob always had a soft spot for super hero movies or Star Wars films. Although he kept that a secret for the most part. "What are you into?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 21:34:35 GMT -5
High Seas
Asa gave a small mischievous grin, he figured she didn't know what he was up to but decided not to reveal anything yet. "Don't go saying Lewis is innocent though. I'm sure he won't be for long." Asa almost wanted her to ask about Lewis's past but he didn't want her to at the same time. He couldn't reveal how soft he had gone for the boy when he...Asa couldn't continue. Even the memory of him doing what he did made him feel less worthy of his leadership role. As a pirate captain, you were fierce, and people respected you for that. When you showed mercy or gave in, you immediately lost that respect and intimidation you once had.
"I also wanted to ask something else: is it only my ship that makes you uneasy, or is it every?" Asa had caught on that nauseated face she made whenever the boat rocked more than usual or when the boat creaked. It was a topic he was curious about, he wanted to make her stay as...Intresting as possible.
{Sorry that's short}
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 31, 2016 21:45:23 GMT -5
I Can Help Catherine stared over at the new enterance with curiosity filling her. She shouldn't be so surprised though, speakeasies always has multiple escape routes in case the fuzz came after them. Although in Catherine's eyes, she did not view mobsters like Riley as criminals. They were just trying to make a living in her perspective. Maybe that's why she didn't have many friends. Most of the ones she used to have didn't trust her judgment and Catherine couldn't blame them, the idea did sound a bit...out there. She followed a few feet behind Riley as he opened the enterance, "Yes I'm ready." Catherine wasn't sure what kind of car she was expecting but for a mobster she expected something a bit extravagant. They were always like that whenever it came to cars or the suits they wore. For wanted men, Catherine had to admit they dressed very nice for the part. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Riley's car was a black and grey Chevrolet. There was a howling wolf embossed on the hood of the car, looking very much like the symbol on the pin that Riley had given her. He opened the passenger door for her. The interior was blacks and very dark reds. Once she was in the car, Riley moved around and slipped in the other side, reaching over her lap to pull some gloves out of the glovebox (hah) on the passenger side. "I won't take you all the way to your home by car," He told her as the Chevy rumbled to life under RIley's guidance. "But I will walk you the rest of the way. I don't want Perry seeing my car, and if possible, avoid him seeing me too." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 8:00:05 GMT -5
{Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been on in a while, I'm trying to plan another rp and things got kinda hectic hehe}
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Post by lordclover on Nov 1, 2016 11:36:57 GMT -5
[ it's fine ! ] "Not so fast," Annabelle said with a small smile. "I believe it's my turn for a question... You've only made my curiosity grow by not answering." This was at least true, she wasn't about to beg for the information, but since she had asked... he seemed more open to answering. She figured it was at least worth a shot, and he too had asked a high risk question. And it wasn't exactly information she was ready to give with nothing in return, especially since she could be viewed as weak because of it. She may be a hostage, but that didn't mean she was ready to give up all of her power, what little she still had.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 17:51:07 GMT -5
Asa raised an eyebrow as Annabelle had told him to stop what he was saying. Most people didn't have the guts to tell him what to do and the ones who did...well, he didn't like to boast about what he did to them. He remembered a time though when that had happened before this. His name was George apparently, one of the crew members on the previous ship he was on. This previous ship was where he had later gained the status of captain, but at the time of this he was merely another man who robbed others on the sea. This George though, he was older than Asa at the time, maybe 43 or so. Asa was only 24. It was about noon when this happened, an argument amongst the men. There had recently been a failed attempt at pillaging and crew's nutrition needs suffered from it. Some men were already falling into diseases due to malnutrition, and before this any man would just take what food as they pleased. George and Asa were the two men debating the most, with supporters on either side of them. Asa had proposed a 'eat as much as you work' plan, but George decided that everything must be divided equally. Asa didn't see the need to give food to men who didn't work and began to list reasons why it wouldn't work, can one imagine? Pirates debating like a democracy? It was unthinkable and seemed to stay that way when that wretched George interrupted him as he was explaining why George's plan wouldn't work. Asa was offended to say the least, and without another word shot the man in the face. It was easy to guess which plan they went with. "Oh we take turns now? Then I suppose go ahead." Being interrupted was his number one pet peeve but what could he do? She didn't know, and he would consider this her warning. "Next time though, don't interrupt, nor shall you override me in that sort of logic. Am I clear when I say this?"
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