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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 20:52:55 GMT -5
Benno Tigs When you invite trouble, it is usually quick to accept. ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
Benno had noticed the men headed for the pub, but hadn't thought much about it. There was no way he could know what was going to happen next at the pub. Would it cause a rift between him and the rest of the crew? Only time would tell. So far, he was glad that Nicola had jumped so quickly to his aid. He wondered why, there was no obligation for him to help Benno. As far as he could remember, in all of his near decade on the ship, he'd kept everyone at an arm's distance. Maybe he could have made more of an effort to connect with his crew members, but he really didn't see the use of it. Sure, it would be nice to have some friendly faces, but what was the point if at any second they could be tried for crimes, or killed in a raid? Benno probably wouldn't be able to handle losing someone close to him now.
All that was going through his mind right now was guilt and horror. He'd looked at the shard of glass in his arm, and although his form was blurry, it reflected his eyes. The eyes that looked almost akin to his father's. How had he let himself go down this road? Was he any better than his father now, now that he'd shown the darkness that bit away at his edges? Was he no more than an angry drunk losing a battle to his own demons? He'd promised himself he'd never become like his father. Could the promise be considered broken now, and was his word really worth anything now?
He didn't feel guilty just because of his actions, he felt guilty because poor Nicola was covered in blood, and seemed to be having just as difficult a time as he was. They both stumbled along, following Nicola's lead, it was hard for the passersby to know who was supporting who. Either way, they didn't stop to help the raven-haired male, and his brown-haired advocate. As far as Benno knew, no one stood behind him besides Nicola. Or in his case, stood under him. It was consoling to him, even if it probably was only because none would want to deal with Benno's corpse in the pub.
He focused on putting one weighty foot in front of the other. He'd set goals for himself as he went, just make it as far as this cart before you collapse, just as far as this next lamppost, just this one step further. It gave his mind something he desperately needed to focus on, and staring at the objects helped soothe his mind as they came closer, closer, close enough for him to touch. His expression had become rather blank, almost peaceful, and he became less conscious of the environment around him.
His hand reached for his neck, and he ran his hand over the wound, bringing his hand back to look at the slick blood on his hands. He looked down at Nicola, staring at the brown locks of hair that had become matted and sticky in some places with his blood. He frowned, woozily reaching out the touch the clumps, as if he couldn't believe it was his own blood.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 20, 2017 21:10:52 GMT -5
(okay dont let me reply again until I finish my lab report)
The boat was in sight, and Nicola was surprised he wasn't crying in relief. Without a doubt in his mind, supporting Benno on their walk through the disgusting city was the hardest thing he had ever done. Well, physically. Mentally, it was a breeze. Nicola thought vaguely about how exhausted and sore he was going to be tomorrow. We wanted to sleep for years, and would bite the head off of anyone who woke him. Yes, even Nemo. That guy didn't scare him! (Yes, he did)
Nicola stumbled a little as hit foot reached the beginning of the dock. The wood was wet, and with every step the navigator worried the two would go tumbling into the high tide. God, he prayed, don't let that happen. He knew he couldn't save them if the ocean got a hold of them; he probably couldn't even help himself at this point. Geez, where was the rest of the crew?! They have had to see the fight! Why did no one come out to offer help? He knew no one really liked him, but surely Benno warranted a bit more empathy?
Feeling a hand in his hair, Nicola flinched, looking around. "Christ, Benno, you scared me." He chided breathlessly, unable to swat the hand away. "Keep holding on, the ships' 'ere." Under normal circumstances, Nicola would be blushing enough to drown out his freckles at the though of Benno touching his hair, or even being this close to him! The navigator had a crush on the master gunner, and really, who could blame him? But now was not a normal circumstance, and all Nicola thought of was the fact that the two were finally on the ship. This time, he did cry tears of relief. He did it. Setting his friend down carefully, he stumbled backwards, unaware just how much blood covered the two. It wouldn't bee fun to mop this up tomorrow.
"Surgeon." Was really all he was able to get out, as he doubled over, finally allowing himself to be sick.
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 21:31:32 GMT -5
Benno Tigs
"Yeet" *WHIP*
~ Lazy Astro
The lights are flashing danger. You've turned into a stranger! ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
Benno's chest heaved a sigh of relief seeing the docks. The walk down towards the Vile Squid was definitely the longest part of getting back to the ship. It almost seemed like Benno wouldn't be able to make it to the ship, but sure enough, he did. He collapsed onto the deck, gasping like a fish out of water, sweating like a peasant in the sun.
He let out a weak smile when he accidentally startled Nicola, his trademark, sarcastic dark humor shining through. "It's hand o' Death comin' to clai-" He wheezed heavily, not stopping until he spewed blood onto the deck. He caught sound of Nicola upchucking on the deck.
"Shoot, Nicolaa, I'm ssorry." He slurred out.
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 21:32:37 GMT -5
[ Ack it's short.
You can do it! I believe in you! You can do the ting! ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 20, 2017 21:45:11 GMT -5
{ I swear to God Benno better not die lol ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 21:47:34 GMT -5
[ I won't kill him off ... yet.
Jk I love him too much. Salty babe. ]
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 20, 2017 21:53:26 GMT -5
( Almost done with my reply. Brynn is already working on ya boi )
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 21:58:18 GMT -5
[ Yee thanks Icey ]
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 20, 2017 21:59:48 GMT -5
BRYNN DURRETT
✦ ✧ ✧ X ✧ ✧ ✦
If there was one thing that Brynn had learned while she had been the surgeon on the Vile Squid, it was that the crew was never immune to getting themselves into trouble. And today was not going to be the day that she was going to be proved wrong.
She didn't exactly see the fight begin, but the deafening cry and cringe inducing crunch of bone was enough to give her some clue as to what was going on. She turned quickly with wide eyes and a rapid heart beat. Behind her stood Benno, his eyes wild as his fist struck another man in the gut who smashed a bottle on his way down. Everything seemed like your typical bar fight with drunken patrons brawling it out over one reason or another.
As her pulse began to slow, Brynn spotted something that made her breath hitch. A piece of glass stuck in her crewmate's arm. If it was stuck in just the right - or wrong - place, it could strike an artery. And that meant one thing and one thing only - death. But before she could pull him aside, the other man struck out with the jagged end of the broken bottle.
In horror, she watched blood spill from Benno's neck. Not good. Definitely not good. The ship navigator, Nicola, stepped in, supported the now weak and woozy Benno. Her gaze followed the two to the door as they wobbled uncertainly to the ship. That should have been that. But of course, it was not.
She was about to run out to go and tend to the potentially fatal wound that had been dealt to her crew mate, when three men pushed their way into the bar and immediately demanded the people that beat up their friend pay. Of course, no one hesitated to point out the crew of the Vile Squid. Great, Brynn thought as she grabbed her bag of medicine, just great. She crept along the back wall, her heart thudding in her chest as she tried to pass through unseen. The worn floor creaked beneath her feet, but the men were to focused on her crew mates to notice her.
However, that didn't mean the rest of the bar was ignorant to the figure sliding past them with a burlap sack like some kind of creepy Saint Nick. She caught the eyes of a wrinkled man, and as he opened his mouth, she pulled the dagger from the waistband of her pants. The blade gleamed against his throat, and her eyes like a feral cats. "I don't think so," she spat into his ear.
Brynn removed the knife from the old man's delicate neck, and her feet moved even faster as she continued on her path. She paused at the door, and turned. Spotting one of the men approaching Nemo, she felt the need to go help. That was until she saw Reigns standing by his side, with death shining in her eyes as the man threatened the captain. She couldn't keep the smirk of her face as she muttered lowly, "Good luck with that one buddy." She quickly left the bar, keeping a brisk pace as she made a beeline towards the ship.
When she got there, a grimace replaced the smirk as she beheld the sight on the deck. Nicola was all but spewing the contents of his stomach across the deck, and Benno was covered in his own blood. "Dear God," she whispered, and she immediately set the sack down before sprinting to her office.
With steady hands, she grabbed a needle and spool of thin, strong thread. On her way out, she snatched a candle from the desk. She hurried back, and kneeled down beside the nearly dead Benno. Rolling up her sleeves, and exposing the tentacles of the squid inked into her arm, she began to hold the needle in the flame. After a few agonizing long seconds, she blew the flame out and picked up the spool of thread. Her fingers couldn't work fast enough as she threaded the now sterilized needle.
Brynn gingerly picked up Benno's head, and she set it in her lap. Tilting him so that the gash in his neck was exposed, she placed the needle above his skin. "Hold still and I'll done soon." His blood was already staining her shirt and pants and she pushed the needle into his skin as she hurried to sew the wound closed before he could bleed out. Her hands and arms were soon drenched in blood, though her fingers remained ever steady in her stitching shut of the cut on Benno's neck. She hadn't even gotten to the piece of glass in his arm, or Nicola who was extremely ill and undoubtedly weak. But Nicola was just going to have to wait. Right now, the doctor was focused on saving a life.
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 22:15:43 GMT -5
Benno Tigs I could search every soul for a piece of you, and find nothing. ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
Benno blearily heard footsteps thump up onto the deck, followed by a "Dear God." The footsteps faded away into another part of the ship, but thankfully quickly returned. Benno could barely register what was happening around him as his blank eyes, normally cold and fierce, stared up at the sky. Black rings encircled his vision, making it hard for him to see.
He registered the pain of the hot needle going through his neck, the thread dragging through his skin, but didn't move. His face was relaxed and accepting of anything that happened to him at this point. "Nicola..." He muttered, weakly flopping his hand in the man's direction. He would be fine, he always was, but he wanted to make sure the younger man was ok. He didn't want to live with the guilt if something had happened to Nicola.
He let out a quiet string of expletives as he felt himself fading out and in, something about damning the man and all who associated with him, cursing all who came after him, and how when the bill came, he'd better be ready to pay. Very little of what he said made sense, he was woozy on alcohol, adrenaline, and blood-loss. His quiet mutterings didn't stop at pledging the death of Burton, but also something about Williams' death being slow and painful.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 20, 2017 22:17:25 GMT -5
(TFW U FINISH AND ITS APPARENTLY DUE NEXT WEEK GOD I WISH I WAS DEAD)
God came in the form of Brynn, and Nicola swore he could kiss her! Except he wouldn't, because that would be disgusting, even if he was drunk. Shaking like a leaf, Nicola slowly lowered himself into a sitting position on the deck, unaware if he was sitting in his own sick or not. His eyes were trained on Benno and Brynn. The rhythm in which the needle worked, their surgeon's steady hands, Benno's chest rising and falling. Poor Nicola winced every time the needle re-entered his skin, thankful he never had to take up the occupation of a surgeon on a pirate ship. He would stick to his stars, thank you very much.
Remembering the joke Benno made before their angle came to save them, Nicola frowned. "That wasn't funny." He said sharply, as though they were all on the same page. "You aren't allowed to make jokes like that." He decided, drawing his eyebrows together. God, how sick is that? Being on Death's welcome mat and still making jokes? Nicola noted to check up on Benno when they were both sober and free of blood.
Blood. It was everywhere. On his clothes, his skin, his hair, the boat. It would be easier to list where it wasn't. The air ripped across the waves, capping the dark blue waves with white, and bit into Nicola's skin. He was so cold, especially in these wet clothes. In a drunken haze, or perhaps shock, Nicola removed his coat, which was soaked, to reveal an equally wet shirt, which clung to his figure. Somehow, the navigator made his way to his feet. Shuffling towards his friend, he put his coat over Benno, as though it would help to keep him warm. He smiled and nodded meekly at his work.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 20, 2017 22:19:04 GMT -5
(oh we replied at the same time lol mine still works. Benno hurts my soul GOD)
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Post by lozi on Nov 20, 2017 22:28:33 GMT -5
[ NOOOO THAT SUX. Especially when the teach is on your back about getting it done and then makes an extension (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ ლ(ಠ益ಠლ) I'll reply a little later, I'm feeling like my posts aren't that great since they don't have too much content. ]
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 20, 2017 22:51:02 GMT -5
BRYNN DURRETT
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Her hands never stopped. Not once. She pulled the thread through this way, and then the other. Slowly, the blood flow began to slow as the cut grew smaller and smaller. Benno was perfectly still, aside from that foul mouth of his spewing curses about this and that. Her pale eyes stayed focused as her work slowly drew to a close. Finally, the gash was sewn shut. But considering he was cut by a bottle from a bar on an island chock full of thieves and outlaws, there was always the chance of infection. She gently set his head on the deck before slowly standing up. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she entered her office once again.
Though you could probably never get Brynn to admit it, she always got a rush when she did her job. Energy always coursed through her fingertips, as if electricity had struck her ever so suddenly. Whether it was fear or excitement, she had never figured that out. But afterwards, it took every ounce of her strength to her keep her heart steady and her hands from shaking, but it was nearly impossible to hide the almost mad shine in her eyes.
She opened one of the cupboards and pulled a bottle of alcohol out. Yanking the cork out, she returned to where Benno was laying on the ship's deck. It was only then she realized just how much blood he had lost. It was almost sure to stain the wood and as she glanced down at her shirt, she knew it was going to have to go through a couple washes before it was going to be wearable again.
Nicola had set his jacket upon Benno and he stood near the ship's gunner. She had heard Benno mutter something before the angry stream of curses came. She raised an eyebrow as she crouched down beside him. "This is going to sting." Without a second of hesitation, she poured a fair amount of the alcohol onto his neck, making sure that every inch of the cut was doused in it. Satisfied, she put the cork back into the bottle. "Only water, and lots of it. That goes for both of you." Her eyes landed on Nicola as she said this, and the surgeon stood easily to her feet. "You're welcome," she added with a small grin as she turned on her heel, stopping only to pick up her sack of medical goodies. She walked back to her office, which was now pitch black, as her candle was sitting on the bloodstained deck.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 0:49:27 GMT -5
(Waddup I'm home with my good markers and I have a lot of emotions lol)
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 1:09:28 GMT -5
[ hi yes. i finished my work hours for TWO DAYS. Probably totally illegal since my boss told me to clock it in as tomorrow(today) so i could leave tomorrow after class, pack and travel home with my cat. (probs gonna get a drink with my sis when she gets out of work) oh well. I'm gonna try and get something out? by that I mean try and finish most it tonight and post before/during class cause I'm a bad noodle. ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 21, 2017 7:02:25 GMT -5
[ dove It’s so pretty
But can I say big mood? ]
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 13:26:25 GMT -5
.CHARLIE._______________________________________________________________________________________ The beginning fight, Charlie had hoped nobody would get hurt and was glad blood wasn’t an uncommon sight among pirates when Benno did. Normally, he would of followed to help out—but the rest of the crew had gathered around in an uneasy semicircle watching their injured leave. His own normally bright brown eyes darkened in the haze of forbearance of the injured man being half-dragged, half-carried away licking his wounds. Everyone watched them leave with a bated breath before the pub erupted in hushed talking and light chatter again.
Charlie had been making faces when the other thugs had wandered in with a pause and growled out “who?” with a dangerous undertone. The thugs gazed sidled to him and Charlie instinctively shrank back, pressing his back against the wall and refusing to look anyone in the eye or seem remotely interested in the thuggish patrons as the ‘adults talked’ as Reigns or Nemo would call it when he wasn’t allowed to be directly involved in violent matters at the hands of the Vile Squid crew.
It was common knowledge that pirates were by no means ‘peaceful’ and ‘talk about their feelings’ sorts. In fact, anything that didn’t involve a fist to the face and loot to take wasn’t part of the pirate code, it seemed (with exceptions).
He’s fairly certain once a chair was knocked over and nearly crashed into his face someone had told him sternly, “Charlie get out of here!”
However, Charlie barreled ahead moving to duck under another table, dark eyes peeking from under the bar disobeying as any fourteen year would. “‘M not a kid.” He had muttered a lot throughout the excursion, puffing up. Sticking out a leg as a nearby thug backed up into him (wincing slightly at the weight of the man) with the heel of his foot and toppling over into a bar stool and clumsy pile of limbs and curse words.
“Sh-te!” The man exclaimed as he propped himself on his elbows, his frustrated gaze looking up towards the young lad who’s back was still against the wall of the bar. Charlie was not envying the others in the fray of the fight with punches being thrown around. “I’m gonna skin ya bunter!” He stumbled when he tried to crawl and reach towards Charlie, earning a frantic kick to the arm as the youngest hastily shot away to let another deal with the thuggish man.
Peering over the edge of the table, he noticed the Vile Squid crew engaged with everyone, the man he tripped having seemingly lost interest in him as he threw punches at another. Charlie mentally cheered the crew on, bright eyes and brown tufts of hair peeking over his hiding spot as he watched with slight enthusiasm and worry for everyone.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 14:37:45 GMT -5
(Thank you!! Honestly? The biggest of moods)
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Post by lozi on Nov 21, 2017 14:53:23 GMT -5
[ Not quite sure what to do with Benno. I’ll probably just have him hang around until the crew comes back. ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 15:31:50 GMT -5
(Yeah they just need rest lol)
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 16:15:30 GMT -5
[ ugh hair touch up is so tedious. ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 16:26:27 GMT -5
(??)
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 17:58:55 GMT -5
[ my bangs are dyed and I'm touching them up with purple this time ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 18:09:52 GMT -5
(Oh noice!! I dyed my hair red a couple weeks ago. Isn't the dye so itchy!!!)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 21, 2017 19:01:34 GMT -5
( nah don’t worry reigns will tear the throat off anyone who threatens charlie out and make them eat it )
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 19:52:17 GMT -5
[ honestly I've bleached an dyed my hair so much I find hair dye just a thing in my hair. ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 21, 2017 20:07:29 GMT -5
(Can reigns be my body guard pls Oh I've only done it twice omg)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 21, 2017 22:03:42 GMT -5
[ reigns would be the best bodyguard ]
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Post by shades on Nov 21, 2017 22:54:07 GMT -5
[ finally back to new york! stopping at my sister's boyfriends. ]
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