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Post by Tals on Nov 1, 2016 22:24:38 GMT -5
Everyone being accounted for could be a very dangerous thing indeed. In fact, his icy hues immediately flashed and his brows quirked, taking a small glance around before turning to Sharon. He gave a slight tip of his head, as if confirming he heard. He didn't really want to say it was a pleasure to meet her- in fact to the German he didn't know if it was or if it was his nightmare. Simply raising a palm, he ran it through his short hair and ruffled it before his lips pursed. It was then, his teeth peeked out and skimmed over his lower lip, giving a low sigh through his nose as he contemplated on what he could and couldn't do. It was most likely that they would debrief him sooner or later- just to find out what exactly happened in the battle and what battalion he was in to report to that Captain that their soldier could go in soon instead of later. That being said, he gave the general a small look when he turned around and walked out.
Silence enveloped them, the tall man standing with arms nervously crossed at his chest and blinking. He could eat- stay here for a couple days and then hopefully escape. Licking his thin lips, his eyes immediately turned from the old door to her below him. Something inside him tugged his heart strings to stay... To know her and find out why exactly his people loathed the American mutts. Was it because they were a melting pot of different breeds and races? Or was it because they simply didn't share the Fruhrer's ways? Nostrils flaring slightly at the thought, he simply shifted his shirt before giving a weak smile. He cleared his throat, hoping to push away the catch of his accent away and tilted his head. "Do you mind taking me to the cafeteria? I... am hungry.." he asked her kindly, though it was a subtle hint of fake sincerity.
Though it didn't reek it, it was a tiny and suspicious sniff. His hand reached behind him, grabbing his jacket and holding it to his broad chest. It was in case anyone grew nosy- he couldn't have people rummaging through his pockets. His I.D.s were in there- from him in his S.S. uniform to his civilian I.D. You see, because he was such a superb soldier, he was treated like a god. Perfect features, genes, down to the perfect ideological soldier in the German System. Though, when dressed up in black uniform and adorned with the silver skulls and eagle on his left chest- he was rather... drop dead gorgeous. Anyways, his piercing gaze turned from her to the area around him, shifting his jacket to a more relaxed position and let the smile relax to a tiny one on his lips.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 22:48:23 GMT -5
Sharon was good at retaining and memorize information, so it would not be hard for her to remember that debriefing of soliders would be in about a week or two from today. The general and colonel seemed to look bored though, like they had given this speech a thousand times and to all Sharon knew they might have. It was a good thing she was a nurse, she didn't have to worry about speeches. She had to worry about saving lives though, and Sharon immediately felt guilty whenever she could not save someone. She blamed herself each time and was beyond judgemental of her abilities, actions, even her looks.
Most men would beg to differ though about her looks. She has had many men flirt with her but she ignored most of them, just not wanting their company in general. She supposed that most men were needy but Sharon has never dated that many to know. "Yes of course. Are you sure you don't want me to bring it here though? So you can rest?" Sharon turned around to look at him as she spoke. She thought it would be rude of her to not look at him while she answered his question.
Sharon believed they were serving chicken noodle soup today with a dinner roll and pie the last time she checked. Sharon didn't mind eating at the cafeteria on pie days, it actually wasn't too bad. Probably because the cafeteria workers actually try to make the best food the can in large amounts to compensate for the soliders efforts in war as they healed.
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Post by lordclover on Nov 2, 2016 11:48:07 GMT -5
Annabelle smiled sweetly, enjoying the fact that she had struck some sort of nerve. It was petty and childish, but it was something new she now knew. He'd dragged her out of home and destroyed her town, she wasn't about to layout everything he wanted from her. She wouldn't be a cordial prisoner and beg for her life, eagerly give him everything she knew. This situation wasn't new to her, she'd seen this same act before. Bureaucrats used it all the time at galas or events, and she'd learned that for the most part she was looked down upon. If she was a great actor she would play the part of the terrified little girl, just so that they would let their guard down for a second. But she couldn't, every time she tried in the past her facade had cracked. She needed to be smart. She needed to stay alive. "As clear as seawater," She said. She herself wasn't entirely sure if she meant anything by saying this. She found it fitting despite this. She paused for a moment, considering her next question. This would probably be one of her last, but at first she couldn't think of anything that was important enough to waste time on and that she wanted him to know she was curious about. Then she found one, one that'd been plaguing her since she'd been locked up. "What happened to Louis's family?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 19:48:05 GMT -5
Katelyn gave a confused look when he asked for her phone but when he corrected himself she assumed it might be because English was not his first language. She didn't think too much of it after that and just listened as he continued speaking. Food sounded good a the moment. "Food would be nice, if it isn't too much trouble. You are already walking me home. I can pay if you want?" Katelyn looked down at her Donnie and Bourke leather purse that held her money she had exchanged at one of the banks. Last time she checked it was enough money to eat a meal or two. She had more money in her hotel but Katelyn didn't think she would need much more than what she brought for a day's outing.
"I'm sorry if I'm more trouble than it's worth. I don't try to be that way." Katelyn have a nervous smile, which was also sheepish too. She wasn't used to this kind of help in other areas because it took longer to find someone who could actually speak English on a typical day.
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Post by Tals on Nov 2, 2016 22:26:21 GMT -5
Giving a nod, he then looked down to her. "I am 100% sure. Its really not good if I make you do everything. You're a nurse, your hands are already full," he stated seriously. Yet it seems you think your hands are stained with the blood of the innocent. How cute; you should- his thoughts went odd, his eyes turning down to his shoes as he halted the inner turmoil. What? Blood of the innocent? What pills did he take? Those people were conspiring against the Fruhrer, they weren't pure blooded they- didn't do anything. Yet- as soon as that inner change and battle took place, it quickly disappeared and the firm hold of his former training and education took hold once again. As far as he knew, he had to get out of here as soon as he could. Eyes flicking up to her face once again, he slowly strolled in the direction of what he thought could be the cafeteria.
He gave a slow sigh, his lips pursing. People of all colors, races and nationality were talking in harmony. Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, black hair, blonde hair, brown hair- you name it, it was probably there. His gaze traveled around. How could they associate with each other? Werent they disgusted and absolutely loathsome of each other? They had to be- no one of pale skin and dark skin could be able to talk so calmly. He felt it was tyranny and yet- he could only pause and think. What if his leaders and educators were wrong? What if everybody could live in peace and that there wasn't really a superior race? His lips pursed together and his jaw tightened, taking a look away and he sighed slowly through his nose. Aurik felt confused. He didn't know anymore- deep down, he felt happy to be out of all of the praises and admirers, but yet he felt like this was horrible.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 22:42:04 GMT -5
Sharon was obligated to follow him though, Aurik was her patient and she was therefore responsible for his well being. He didn't seem to like her much though. Every time he looked at her, his face said one thing, but his eyes seemed to yell at her. For what though? Was he thinking about his previous battle? Or was it really Sharon? She rubbed the sides of her temples after he walked out, as if she had a headache that didn't want to leave. Aurik might be just that if he didn't act more...she wasn't sure what 'more' he could actually like but there was something. She could think of something at least.
She made her way to the cafeteria behind him, heels making a click like could as she walked. But when she arrives there behind him, she watched as he looked at his surroundings. What did he look so tense about? They were just people eating after all. There was nothing to be upset about. She quickened her pace and walked beside him, and without speaking, she put a hand on his shoulder and began walking with him to the beginning of the line of the cafeteria.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 20:37:12 GMT -5
Asa let out a heavy sigh when asked about Lewis' family. It was hard to relive actually, mainly because Asa was ashamed at himself. He should not have taken the boy with him. His men questioned him too often about it. "Well, I suppose it's story time then." He told Annabelle. Asa cleared his throat and started off slowly, very slowly, "It was about...five years ago. I was very early into my captain hood and this was one of my bigger raids." Asa paused, trying to get his thoughts in order, "We got out and into the town, but we did more than just kill a few people. Some of my crew back them, most of the previous ones are dead now, took women from their homes. They...they did some horrible things to them, and I won't say what but I'm assuming you get the idea. I did not partake in that, I wouldn't hurt a woman in that way but it was not my position to stop them. I couldn't, the majority thought of me as an amature and would most definitely throw me overboard if I told them to stop. So I let that happen." Asa was tempted to take off his hat, like he was sweating and run his fingers through his hair out of nervousness. Wait? Nervousness? Asa? No, he can't think like that, not in front of the prisoner. "Then they got to who I would find out later is Lewis' older sister." Asa looked down at the ground, brow furrowed in thought, "John made Lewis watch. He begged them to stop and I asked him what he had for us that would make my men stop. Lewis told us that he would join us on our ship, as a recruit. I figured I could toughen him up, and I myself was sick of these revolting actions so I accepted. They let the girl go and...now we are here." Asa pursed his lips. He didn't like thinking about the poor girl. But Asa did not know what has become of her since then.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Nov 3, 2016 21:41:53 GMT -5
Kihyun smiled sheepishly, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. The situation was becoming more complicated as the seconds ticked by, but he couldn't let it go, let her go, just like that. With the photo and all. Why is this so hard? Of course, he could always have chosen a different path. His brother had suggested it, actually, taking up a similar path to him. But Kihyun had figured that it wouldn't be the right choice.
Now he was regretting having taken to the streets.
"That wouldn't be proper...to have you pay for it." Free food didn't sound bad, but this girl...he didn't want to take advantage of her. Not in this situation. Not in any situation. It didn't feel right, to let a stranger pay for dinner. "You are no trouble, don't worry. Come," he gestured for her to follow as he started down the sidewalk, away from the crime scene before the clean-up crew could show up. "What are you thinking of eating?" On a typical night, Kihyun didn't do anything fancy. He would go home and fix up a cup of instant ramyeon and that would be that. But on the few occasions when his brother (or his boss) was feeling generous, he'd visited some rather nice places. Certainly, the girl wasn't worth spending a whole lot of money on, but that photo...that photo was.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2016 22:00:55 GMT -5
Katelyn was about to argue when he said that he would pay for the food but he didn't seem to want to leave any room for argument, and she didn't want to start off that way. She hoped he wasn't taking her anywhere too nice, for one thing she wasn't dressed for it, and two, that would make her feel even more guilty. Katelyn didn't bring any really nice clothes with her either in her suitcase. She never brought anything for a fancy dinner while on some tourist trip, anything would do for a meal as long as it tasted decent.
"I just got here yesterday, so I'm not too sure what I want." Katelyn told him. She didn't do a whole lot of research on food around here either. She sort of assumed it would be like her trip to China but everything was so different. "Before you buy anything for me though, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Katelyn." Hopefully he would exchange his name, it would be awkward for her otherwise just addressing him as 'you'. She hated doing that , it just seemed like such a New Jersey thing, 'hey, you'z guys!' Her Jersey uncle would say.
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Post by cherry on Nov 3, 2016 23:45:17 GMT -5
Hi! I'm sorry I haven't been on, I keeping get called into work. I'm going camping this weekend, but I'll be back Sunday evening.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 4:14:58 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 4:37:51 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." Did you see this or did I completely miss your response? owo
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 5:19:46 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 5:23:43 GMT -5
It wasn't hard for Catherine to see the symbol on the car that resembled the pin Riley gave her. The same howling wolf. She got inside the car without a problem and sat cross legged on the seat. "Yes that's fine. I understand why you would not want to be seen by Governor Perry." She nodded her head. That made two of them who didn't want to see her father.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 5:51:10 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - Riley pulled out and onto the street gracefully. He drove professionally and cautiously, eyes forward for most of the trip. "So, obviously your father is corrupt," He said as he turned the corner two streets away from the Governor's home. "And he is working with some dangerous people, but what I want to know is if you've gone to other opposing gangs other than mine for help? I want to know if I need to be on the look out for anything beyond those men and their gangs that you warned me about." He pulled up at the kerb a few feet from a lantern and turned the car off.
He turned his attention fully yo Catherine. "Knowledge is a powerful and expensive commodity, and what you've provided me has given me enough reason to put your father on a hit list should he become too much of a nuisance." He took the keys out. "I'm cornered that allied gangs may try to snatch you up for the information that you have - not that they will hurt you, but they won't provide what I've offered as so." He gestured to the car and himself and his own pin.
Riley got out of the car, "I'm not driving any further. I'll escort you back home now, if you wish." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 6:15:50 GMT -5
Catherine hadn't really thought about any other gang that had heard what she said. "Yes I have. Just one. I didn't tell them much, just that I need something done. However, they said they wouldn't help 'Perry's daughter'. So I don't know if they see me as a target or future collateral or what." She opened the car door and stepped out when Riley said he would walk her home from here. Her shoes were killing her feet but she would have to live with it. Perhaps that's what she compared her father to, painful heels. You can't get away from them if you were a woman in some kind of high position, and you had to though it out and sit pretty.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 6:25:25 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - If it isn't obvious, Malcolm is going to betray Riley - ROLEPLAY - "Did you manage to catch any names?" Riley asked, holding his arm out like a proper gentalman who was walking his date home. "Or anything that would help me identify them? I'll make sure that they know that you're off limits." He eyed her out of the corner of his eye. "As per our deal. You won't be touched by anyone affilated with me or your father's allys." He glanced back behind him at his car as he started walking. "Tomorrow one of my affilates will approach you as your body guard. It will most likely be Chole, but if not it'll be a man called Malcolm." He touched the pocket of the pants he was wearing. "He's slightly shorter than me, dark hair and brown eyes. He may seem a little too lively for a gang member, but he's a good friend." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 6:52:07 GMT -5
{Lol, this should be fun then ^^ Wouldn't it be intresting if Malcom got into a relationship with Catherine but then used her to get information? Just a thought idk}
Catherine felt herself smile a little when he said that no one would hurt her. It felt nice to be safe, a foreign feeling thay had been absent for many years of her life. She took his arm, this was not new to her. She was almost programed to do so, as Catherine was expected to look lady like everywhere she went. "I'll keep an eye out for them Riley. I know what Chole looks like, but will Malcom be wearing the pin? Or are they approaching me so I know who they are?" Catherine looked up at Riley and gave him a slightly puzzle expression.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 7:02:35 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - Maybe a one sided thing. I don't tend to really give bad character much depth beyond the normalcy of humanishness so if i would have him in a relationship I would have to develop him more and I don't really want to do that - ROLEPLAY - "They'll both be wearing the pins, yes." Riley responded afrer a moment of thought. "Malcolm may approach you because he doen't really do anything the traditional way - I don't really approve of how he does it, but so no civilians die, I don't care how he does it." Riley sighed, looking up as they finally arrived at the edge of the fence for Perry's Home. He dropped his arm to his side and gave her an easy smile. "There you are, safe and sound." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 7:12:59 GMT -5
{Lol, I'm the same way}
Catherine made sure to take in every word that was said by Riley, she wanted to make sure she would meet the right person and not someone who she mistook for Malcolm. "I'll make sure I meet up with one of them tomorrow then." Catherine told him somewhat quietly, as if she suspected one of her father's gang members to be hiding in the bushes of their manicured lawn. It was not a relief to be home aside from the fact that when she got to her room she could take her shoes off. "Thank you for all of your help Riley. I hope what I am exchanging for it is enough." She dropped her arm as well, "Have a good night Riley." Catherine smiled before walking up the sidewalk and to the front gate, unlocking it, and then headed up the path to her house.
{We can time skip if you want}
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 7:15:38 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - mhm. Where should we skip to? - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 7:34:36 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 4, 2016 7:52:57 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - okay x3 I'm just about to head to bed now, so I'll respond in the morning.- ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 8:03:42 GMT -5
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Post by lordclover on Nov 4, 2016 9:00:39 GMT -5
[ I like the new post finder/navigation :3 I love how organized you keep this c'x ] Annabelle shivered, overcome by too many emotions. She wasn't sure how to react or if he even wanted her to. His voice hadn't been as hard, not nearly as rigid as it had been. It was frightening to hear even a speck of humanity in his voice, she even thought she heard guilt. It was frightening to remember that this same person had torched her entire town, shot a man several times, and seemed to bask in the screams... yet he felt guilt. Of some kind, but it was there. "Thank you for telling me," She murmured. "I'm-" she paused, thinking over what she wanted to say. I'm sorry. But why? this was the man that took her from her home, and had planned on killing her. How was it that she still felt a stirring of sympathy, and a need to... comfort him. This very thought terrified her, how would she escape if she felt sorry for the captain? For Lewis? She didn't want to forget about everything else that had happened, but in that moment it slid to the back of her mind as she recalled how he wouldn't meet her eyes, and how he said it would change her opinion of him. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 16:16:03 GMT -5
{Aw thanks, I try to make things more convenient for people}
Asa stared at the ground as Annabelle stumbled over her words, or thought about them. But whatever she was doing it didn't matter, Asa was too busy being lost in thought. However, when she had...apologized...his head shot up faster than he meant it to. An apology coming from her mouth, after hearing and seeing some things that he has done, was beyond him. It was rare Asa got an apology from anyone besides his crew. His eyes were hard now, revealing nothing. He was weak when he spoke about what happened with Lewis. He had let his emotions show, and to reveal them in front of her was not a smart idea. She could use them against Asa, but what was done was done. That did not stop his gaze from being steeled against any emotion and his jaw clenched. His voice was back to it's rigid state. Annabelle had found an opening in him and he determined to seal it once more. "Sorry? What do you have to apologize for? Or are you mocking me?" Asa kept a glare from forming and just have her a hard look. He stood up in a swift motion and began pacing a bit, hands behind his back before turning to face her again. "Lewis' personal life was none of your buisness and I shouldn't have told you in the first place."
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Post by Sherk on Nov 4, 2016 18:13:55 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. OOC: Sorry I took so long. I've been a bit too busy lately to do long replies. BIC: Emmett just groaned in response, not going to chase after her. Everyone was leaving to go raid this merchant. Except for Jube. He was hanging behind, for the purpose of making sure Emmett knew where they were. That was important. Didn't want to leave the daft guy wondering where everyone was. Jube entered the cave, deciding to check the woman's cell first. He knew the way, and made his way down there quickly. Of course, the moment he got there, he noticed the other man laying on the ground, "Emmett!" He called, running over and kneeling next to him, licking a finger and holding it over his mouth to make sure he was still breathing. Satisfied that Emmett was alive(and only now just realizing how freaking stupid their whole prisoner system was), Jube drew his sword and ran off to find this woman again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 20:19:35 GMT -5
{No problem, I get the same way}
Arabella was running down the cavern corridors with swift movements. It as a good thing that she did not have her cloak on or she may have been discovered. It was not long though when she heard someone coming after her, or at least in her direction. She was unsure as to whether or not they had really seen her or if they were just trying to send their men in different directions to search for her.
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Post by lordclover on Nov 4, 2016 20:31:07 GMT -5
She stared at him in surprise, she hadn't expected him to react this way. She frowned slightly, and felt a bit hurt by his words. This only made things more confusing for her-- she shouldn't have cared about what he said! He was the pirate captain. This was all she needed to get dragged back into reality, reminded of everything that had happened. They weren't old friends. "Am I in any position to mock you?" Annabelle asked irritably. She crossed her arms across her chest, and looked past him for a moment, before looking back at him as he began to pace. "Alright, fine. I won't ask anymore then."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 20:39:15 GMT -5
That was more like it, she had gone back to what she was like when he first saw her. But yet, something didn't feel quite right. Was he insane? Was he going mad? He wanted to start pulling his hair out. This was so confusing for some reason. He had never had a problem similar to this with other prisoners, why was she any different? The truth was she wasn't, it was all in Asa's head. Yes that was it, all in Asa's head. Like the Demons that reminded him of Lewis' family, they were all in his head. "I can see you trying to cop and attitude even in the position you are in." Asa told her when he began to pace again, but he mumbled this next part so he was unsure if she heard it or not, "daddy's girl is more arrogant than she realizes..." he said, brining his hand up to his chin as if he was considering something. Asa's eyes were downcast, like he was debating something but if one were to see his eyes, they would still be the solid, impenetrable brown eyes he always had.
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