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Post by lordclover on Nov 4, 2016 20:49:50 GMT -5
"Arrogant?" Annabelle repeated, arching an eyebrow as she did so. Maybe it was, but she thought of it more as stubbornness. She refused to become another sniveling prisoner, ready to grovel at his feet at the chance of getting out. If he killed her, so be it. That would be his own stupid mistake, he'd lose out on quite a payday. In truth death didn't scare her, not anymore. She wasn't quite sure when she came to terms with it, she was afraid of it ever since her mother died after their ship was raided. Now... she simply wasn't. At home, she was going no where. She took fencing lessons, which clearly didn't work out well for her, she wrote endlessly, she sung, she danced, she did everything expected of her... but it wasn't enough. She felt like she was just running in circles, every day presenting itself as the former. She wasn't ready to die, not by a long shot... but it wasn't the worst thing possible. She was already in her worst nightmare, death would be simple. Annabelle sighed and ran a hand through her hair, watching with narrowed eyes as he paced back and forth. Why had he come down here? To ridicule her? Make her feel small? She refused to let that happen, not now. She knew for a fact she would crumble, she could already feel her thoughts swirling uncomfortably like a storm, but her resolve didn't weaken. She wouldn't let him see just how weak she was, if she stayed the arrogant girl that he saw her as, she had some chance of keeping her sanity.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 21:05:01 GMT -5
Asa had kept a smirk from forming on his face as she repeated what he had said. But he played it as if he had done nothing wrond. "Arrogant? I never said that." Asa stopped pacing for a minute, but his eyes were still downcast. "Anyway, my purpouse to come down here was obviously not to take about Lewis. I came here to discuss your situation." Asa cleared his throat, "I need an estimate as to how much food you eat so I can figure out how much to feed you. There will be more to talk about, but let me just start with this." Asa stood with his feet together, hands clasped behind his back. He looked at her expectantly. He would be giving her a third of how much she usually aye as he was sure she ate well, and all be needed to feed her was enough to keep some muscle underneath her skin. Water would be a given, but food, clothes, anything else...that would change most definitely.
{Sorry, this is short}
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Post by Tals on Nov 4, 2016 21:07:18 GMT -5
Aurik had blanked for a long moment, eyes shifting slowly before looking to Sharon. When she touched him, it felt so out of place. Usually he would be the one grabbing, shoving- his eyes turned to his boots for a long moment before he sighed quietly. "I hope I didn't give you trouble when I was out," he told her quietly as he stood straight backed in the line. It was slowly shuffling forward, the German catching glimpses of people with missing legs, arms, their heads wrapped, and almost anything you could ever imagine. He swallowed thickly, the urge to obliterate the imperfect rising, but something hindered it. He knew that a) it was because he would be caught, probably shot on the spot, or whatever else, or something effected him. Was it pity? Was it because that he himself was wounded enough that he probably would be destroyed because his once unblemished skin was ruined?
Finding the earlier more explainable (mostly because he was in a high state of denial at the moment), and he looked down. It was a good thing no one noticed the tattoo. His gaze swept a nervous glance to his left arm, fully aware of the black ink that held a small marking of his blood type. If anything, they might have just thought it was an unfinished tattoo before he left the war. Either way- it was going to make him paranoid if they found out. He came to a small stop, taking a tray and setting his jacket on his shoulder before casually glancing over the food. He felt sick to the stomach- he used to feast like a king and yet here he was, eating like the people he mistreated.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2016 21:25:26 GMT -5
She kept her face expressionless, not wanting to make Aurik feel...awkward in anyway. She felt as if she was the problem but every time she looked at him, he seemed so ready to say or do something but hesitated. Sharon couldn't pick up what or why but she just had an uncertain feeling. "I do my job for a reason, and it is not to worry about myself." Sharon told Aurik without looking at him, she looked down at the tray he held for himself. Sharon suddenly didn't feel hungry enough for lunch. Despite the fact that she skipped breakfast.
Sharon looked over at the men that served the lunches for the soliders. Most of them are retried Great War soliders who wished to help the next generation of brave men who wanted to defend their home land. She found it honorable that even after serving, they still serve. It was beyond her be they felt such devotion but Sharon did not ponder the thought. She figured she would get an idea soon. Especially after helping as many soliders as she can heal.
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Post by Tals on Nov 4, 2016 21:34:49 GMT -5
Aurik took little, giving her a strained smile before he took a seat. It was less from the crowd, but it was comfortable enough that his back wasn't to any door and he could keep a good look out over the general area. His eyes shifted over to an approaching man, his blood pressure shooting through the roof as he internally panicked. Would he be caught? He was sure he would be filleted like a fish if he was caught. He didn't blame them either. Keeping his exterior calm, he gave the older man a smile as he took a seat across Sharon.
"Seems you found yourself a handsome young patient there Sharon," the older man teased the young woman with a kind smile. Aurik simply smiled in answer. it looked awkward and strained, and it grew more awkward when Aurik let his ears pick up on the distant gun fire. He would be lucky if his people even found out he was missing- and they sent a solider. His hand slowly gripped down on his fork. He promised the Fruhrer he would fight bravely. Please don't let them find Mutter und Schwester Gott... he prayed silently. His mother and sister were his everything after his father died. He grew up- practically raising the two females until he was allowed to go off for the S.S. There- he raised enough money and food to spoil his mother and sister back home. If his body wasn't found dead amongst the battle...
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 5, 2016 5:12:00 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} Because he was normally up so late to run his speakeasy, he slept late because he only opened at five in the afternoon. At ten in the morning, Riley was still sound asleep, curled in his bed with his wife reading a book quietly next to him. She worked nights as well, but was normally up earlier than Riley. Chole, however, despite working nights often with Riley was always up early, mostly because her day job called for it - and now, with Catherine as her charge - she had something to keep her awake. So, with an extra large black coffee in a ceramic thermos, she sat at a small cafe owned by her older brother's gang, she watched for Catherine. Idly, she wondered if Malcolm was even going to show up today.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 8:15:52 GMT -5
[ Can I have the girl (Muse A) in "This Old House"? ] {You sure can, I'll mark it as claimed }
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 8:49:57 GMT -5
Sharon didn't notice his strained smile, she was just looking at the crowd of men either waiting to get their food or chatting with others as they ate. It didn't remind her of home though. Mainly because they were all wounded and no one ever saw wounded soliders in this state unless a war had just ended and everyone was going back home. She was homesick to say the least. Slowly, ever so slowly her brain would twist little things into making her think of home. Like 1st Sergeant Burton, she occasionally addressed him as Wallace because he reminded Sharon of her brother. Or she'll see someone with crutches and instantly think of Tommy, her nephew. But she could not afford to start going insane. She didn't belong in some mental institution and wasn't going to start letting others believe Sharon M. Koehler belonged in one.
She looked up at the man that had addressed Aurik and her. Her eyes seemed to say she was lost for a few moments but then returned to their original state. "Yes, but he's a handful." Sharon smiled, trying to hide the feeling that she didn't feel quite right. Aurik seemed nervous about something too, maybe he was afraid of failing his higher ups by being injured. But being wounded is battle is quite a nobel thing. This also went for those German scum who stood for all the wrong things. But they were still someone's father, brother, son, or uncle. They were still human.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 15:33:45 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 5, 2016 22:13:49 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - poke - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 22:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 5, 2016 22:45:30 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} Because he was normally up so late to run his speakeasy, he slept late because he only opened at five in the afternoon. At ten in the morning, Riley was still sound asleep, curled in his bed with his wife reading a book quietly next to him. She worked nights as well, but was normally up earlier than Riley. Chole, however, despite working nights often with Riley was always up early, mostly because her day job called for it - and now, with Catherine as her charge - she had something to keep her awake. So, with an extra large black coffee in a ceramic thermos, she sat at a small cafe owned by her older brother's gang, she watched for Catherine. Idly, she wondered if Malcolm was even going to show up today. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - mhm. My header glitched. ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by lordclover on Nov 5, 2016 22:51:01 GMT -5
Asa had kept a smirk from forming on his face as she repeated what he had said. But he played it as if he had done nothing wrond. "Arrogant? I never said that." Asa stopped pacing for a minute, but his eyes were still downcast. "Anyway, my purpouse to come down here was obviously not to take about Lewis. I came here to discuss your situation." Asa cleared his throat, "I need an estimate as to how much food you eat so I can figure out how much to feed you. There will be more to talk about, but let me just start with this." Asa stood with his feet together, hands clasped behind his back. He looked at her expectantly. He would be giving her a third of how much she usually aye as he was sure she ate well, and all be needed to feed her was enough to keep some muscle underneath her skin. Water would be a given, but food, clothes, anything else...that would change most definitely. {Sorry, this is short} Annabelle felt the need to repeat 'my situation' back to him, but she'd sound like a parrot if she did it again. Instead she raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "I'll be fine with the same amount you give other prisoners." She almost wanted to say something snarky, but she felt as if this little conversation had already drained her of all of her patience. She was growing weary with this conversation, she had too much to think about, but not enough to keep her busy. Her head was still spinning, trying to figure out every detail she could. Yet she couldn't seem to see past his words, she didn't really understand why he was asking her this. She was certain Riggs was keeping her alive just for the pay day, but she didn't quite understand why he was personally down here. Maybe he didn't trust Lewis enough, but that didn't explain why another lower man wasn't here. Unless he didn't trust his crew. That was a little frightening to imagine, especially since she was trapped on this ship with them-- a ship that seemed to be getting smaller every second.
[ it's cool ^-^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2016 23:01:44 GMT -5
Asa eyes widened a little when she gave her response. Annabelle obviously had no clue how much the typical prisoner ate. It wasn't near the recommended amount for humans if one wanted to maintain a stable rate of food intake and regulated nutrition. "Suit yourself then. Your next meal will be when Lewis remembers. After that...we'll see." He said with uncertainty laced in his voice and a nod of his head as if he had just come to the conclusion of something. "Are you allergic to anything?" Asa felt as if he was giving her a medical exam of sorts. He remembered being asked that question when he first decided to live on the sea. Asa was aergic to a certain foods though: mint. Nothing that contained mint he was deathly allergic to it, but his life wouldn't be in danger unless he were to actually eat it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 6:52:08 GMT -5
Catherine would never forget that she was supposed to meet with her 'body guards' today. Her life depended on it after all. As of now, since they did not have a designated meeting place, she was strolling around the city shopping here and there. So she was taken by surprise when she saw Chole sitting in front of a café, but it was a good kind on surprise. Catherine smiled and headed over to Chole's tables, taking a seat. "I didn't realize we would be meeting here." A café seemed like...the complete opposite of where she was expecting to meet gang members. It was almost to peaceful for them, but Catherine was not about to argue. It wasn't like she wanted to meet somewhere illegal.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 6, 2016 6:53:50 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - that was strangely unque timing, responding... - ROLEPLAY - -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 6, 2016 6:59:32 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - - ROLEPLAY - "I wouldn't call it a meeting," Chole shrugged, "do you want something to eat, drink? It's on Riley." She flashed a grin that was very similar to one of Riley's. "Malc will be your main charge. I'll keep an eye on the both of you from the sidelines. Being involved in danger is something that I like to avoid. I'm a very behind the scenes person." She rubbed at her throat, "say, do you understand sign language? I'm not fond of speaking aloud, and it makes it harder for people to recognise me if they don't know my voice." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 7:40:03 GMT -5
Catherine grinned when she was told Riley was paying. A mischievous grin at that one, but Catherine didn't need Riley's money, she had plenty herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know sign language." Catherine told her, eyes downcast thinking of a way they could possibly communicate without using their voices. It was difficult though, that was the reason languages were made, to better understand one another verbally.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 7:40:23 GMT -5
{How so?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 11:55:13 GMT -5
{Okay kewl, I'll adjust the plot }
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 12:28:24 GMT -5
{Sure thing, I'll do it when I get a chance}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 22:04:52 GMT -5
Edmund had appeared from out of the shadows like he normally did every morning. There was no need for him to get a house, since he was dead. But people found him slightly odd though because no one knew where he lived, and although he was a ghost, people could see him unless he disguised himself on purpose. He found it funny when someone had greeted him ad then turned around only to find him gone. Today was a little different though, the house he used to live in all those years ago, has finally been sold. Something Edmund didn't think would happen for a few more years.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 22:38:23 GMT -5
Edmund watched as the person, a girl around his age (well, the age when he died), unpacked her belongings. Maybe he should introduce himself, there was nothing wrong with meeting the newest person that came into his neighborhood. Edmund walked forward, running a hand through his pale blonde hair and wrapped his knuckles on the solid door.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 22:59:20 GMT -5
Edmund realized his mistake. He wasn't supposed to start creeping people out until at least week two. "You left the door open. I came in the see if anyone is in the house." He told her, hoping that was good enough for a story. Edmund lied often enough, to strangers, to...that's about it. He never had any sort of connection with people.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Nov 7, 2016 6:09:36 GMT -5
Catherine grinned when she was told Riley was paying. A mischievous grin at that one, but Catherine didn't need Riley's money, she had plenty herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know sign language." Catherine told her, eyes downcast thinking of a way they could possibly communicate without using their voices. It was difficult though, that was the reason languages were made, to better understand one another verbally. "I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - Because just as I liked your post you responded. - ROLEPLAY - "Riley owns the place, technically anyway." Chole shrugged, smiling anyway. "It's okay. I know a lot of people can't." She leant back in her seat and made a few hand gestures into the doorway. After a few moments, a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes came out and joined the two of them. He was followed by a young woman wearing an apron and held a notepad and a menu. She placed the menu in front of Catherine and left the three of them alone - she had signed quickly to Chole, who responded in turn.
Malcolm grinned at Catherine. "Malcolm Radley. Heard you impressed Ri last night. I'm impressed." He offered her a hand. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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