| Author |
Message |
|
|
Post subject:  Posted: April 9th, 2010, 1:35 pm |
|
Joined: 18 October 2007
Posts: 4502
|
|
Guin replied to Liam’s look with a smile, taking a sip of her wine. She shrugged and set the glass back down on the small table. “Changes of fortune come to us all,” she said. “Best to take advantage of any opportunity to turn the situation around.” She followed Liam’s gaze, which went towards the bar. More than anything, Guin was amused. She had already deduced that Liam seemed to have a dislike for pirates; in her opinion, he would do very well to go pirate himself and have a chance of earning some money. Guin had once been rich, but, upon being snatched away from her privileged life, there had been no other way for her to earn a decent living but to turn to piracy. She had never regretted it.
Suddenly, the door of the tavern swung open. Guin picked up her glass and swirled the contents round critically; it wasn’t the finest wine she had ever tasted, but she wasn’t about to complain. It was suitable for the money with which she had bought it, and that was all that could be said about it.
Raising her head, her smile widened as she looked at Liam – a half-mocking smile, not badly meant. Guin enjoyed not taking situations too seriously. Turning her head as she heard a step behind her, she immediately recognised the man at the bar with a dark expression crossing his features, impatiently waiting for the inn keeper to serve him.
The man, of course, was Cairbre. He looked round and caught sight of Guin, and looked for a moment as if he might go towards her, but then he noticed that she was sitting opposite Liam, and his jaw set with irritation. Guin raised her glass to him with a smile.
Cairbre still appeared fairly discontented, and turned to order a drink from the inn keeper, who had finally noticed him, and was shrinking back from Cairbre’s irritated look.
Guin looked back at Liam. “So,” she said, “have any opportunities for better fortune come your way recently?”
_________________ 
~~Siggy by Lembas~~
|
|
| Top |
|
 |
|
|
Post subject: Posted: April 24th, 2010, 1:47 pm |
|
Joined: 03 June 2006
Posts: 5673
Country: 
|
|
Liam looked up as well when the door of the tavern opened and a scornful smile appeared on his lips. By his tall figure and pompous display he was easily recognised; Cairbre, Guinevere’s bodyguard seemed to have followed her like an overgrown bloodhound. The man probably needed a woman’s guidance and couldn’t make it on his own.. Liam thought mockingly. He, himself, also needed women. Liam had always loved women and they loved him back. No governor’s daughters or any British ladies for that matter but girls, usually maids, whom he would meet after a day’s work. Outside Port Royal locals would meet and sometimes stay up all night with music and dance.
Liam looked at Guinevere again. She possessed a sort of beauty, with her pale skin and flaming locks of auburn hair, which he’d never seen before in any woman he’d met before. She was a tough one though. Her stubbornness and her own opinion proved that she had an agenda of her own and would not be fooled around with. But to Liam that did not matter, for he loved challenges.
He listened to her gentle words, which without doubt, tried to make out his opinion on their deal. “I might have,” he spoke finally, as his lips curled up in a smile. “And when it does, I’ll make sure that I will grab and exploit it.”
_________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: June 22nd, 2010, 1:56 pm |
|
Joined: 03 June 2006
Posts: 5673
Country:
|
|
[Bumpish? ]
_________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 3rd, 2010, 7:28 pm |
|
Joined: 03 June 2006
Posts: 5673
Country:
|
[ I'm saving this RPG from the deep depths of forgetfulness.. I know that Goldy and me have posted here for the majority. But this has so much potential.. so please? Shall we revive this again?  ] _________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 7th, 2010, 6:30 pm |
|
Joined: 13 June 2007
Posts: 8115
Location: Asleep Somewhere... Anywhere
Country: 
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 7th, 2010, 6:38 pm |
|
Joined: 18 October 2007
Posts: 4502
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 7th, 2010, 6:42 pm |
|
Joined: 13 June 2007
Posts: 8115
Location: Asleep Somewhere... Anywhere
Country:
|
|
K, so I guess I could just bring my charries in at the bar, no? and then all 5 (?) of them plot? lol or... hmmm
_________________ Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet
Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 7th, 2010, 6:47 pm |
|
Joined: 10 January 2008
Posts: 2443
Location: Going to Hell in a Handbasket
Country: 
|
|
Me of course! PDie.. do our plans still apply for Codea? I think another time jump may help?
_________________ 
Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 7th, 2010, 7:09 pm |
|
Joined: 13 June 2007
Posts: 8115
Location: Asleep Somewhere... Anywhere
Country:
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 8th, 2010, 3:49 pm |
|
Joined: 10 January 2008
Posts: 2443
Location: Going to Hell in a Handbasket
Country:
|
|
[Unless Tur wants to come back and play Lizzie I think I may try my hand at her, if no one objects?]
_________________
Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 8th, 2010, 3:54 pm |
|
Joined: 13 June 2007
Posts: 8115
Location: Asleep Somewhere... Anywhere
Country:
|
[I say have at 'er.  ]
_________________ Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet
Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 9th, 2010, 6:24 pm |
|
Joined: 10 January 2008
Posts: 2443
Location: Going to Hell in a Handbasket
Country:
|
[[Here we go then  ]]
Andrea stood at the railings of the Pearl's quarter deck, her eyes unseeing and glazed as around her the crew were in a silent flurry of activity. She swallowed slowly and let herself focus on the bay that lay before them, bathed in a darkness that was only punctured by the flickering of light from the town and the hidden moon. She hated the moon, once an orb of great mystery and beauty to her it now stood as her mocker, her accuser. For what beauty it gave out in it's light it stole from her and left her as the very image of hell and damnation. She doubted she could ever see it in the same way as before their curse. Sleekly they slid into the cove that encompassed Port Royal, silent as death and unnoticeable to naked eye.
Andrea's mood was now fast deteriorating and she struggled to keep her emotions in check. They were about to attack her home, or what had once been her home, and she could not deny that it didn't sit well with her. She knew it was a necessity, knew that this could be their chance of freedom and yet could not help but hate herself for what price would be paid in the process. Slowly her eyes took in the town, raking over the docks and the houses that sat on the waterfront. It had been ten years since she had seen them yet they still appeared the same, even in darkness. She swallowed hard and looked to the higher ground, past the fort to the upper hills.
There it sat; a house of once elegance and beauty in prime position over looking the bay. As she looked closer she saw raised scaffolding surrounding the west wing and her brow furrowed with puzzlement. The west wing had been destroyed in the same fire that had killed her parents and brother, meaning the house fell into her, admittedly large, dowry. She was yet unmarried so whom, apart from herself, would hold the right to order the restoration? She felt a surge of anger and part of her earlier guilt fell away. She pushed herself away from the railings forcefully and marched onto the main deck, the heels of her boots tapping sharply against the timber as she walked amongst the crew and began to bark her orders to roll out the canons. Feeling eyes upon her back she spared a glance over her shoulder toward the helm where Hector stood, Jack atop his shoulder. She didn't let his gaze phase her though, they had work to do and it was her job to see that it was done rightly.
-
Elizabeth stared blankly into the fire beyond her bed, contemplating the day's events. Since she was a young girl she had filled herself full of daydreams and ideas of what it would be like to meet a pirate. The reality was far better than her imagination could have even comprehended. It wasn't like the romanticised visions she frequently carried with her, the ones that made her mouth twitch upward into a devious smile when no-one was looking. Instead it had been thrilling and terrifying, yet adventurous and, in hindsight, rather enjoyable.
The chambermaid bustled about her, making sure to tuck the sheets tightly around the mattress and Elizabeth was dimly aware that she was being addressed, she attempted to pay attention but again her mind began to wander, this time to another man. Commodore James Norrington. He had proposed to her. She had hardly been surprised by the occurrence; She, as well as everyone else in Port Royal, was aware of the Commodore's intentions and with his promotion he was in a greater position than before to proposition her. She said as much to the maid in answer to her observations.
But then conversation took a different turn at the maid's mentioning of Will. Elizabeth of course scolded her maid for such boldness who in turn took her leave, but the comment left her wondering. Will Turner was indeed a fine man, but he was her friend. She highly doubted there would be any romantic occurrence between them, though at times she couldn't hep but wish it. Absentmindedly she slipped her fingers into her cleavage and played with the pirate medallion that was hidden there. Gently she rubbed it, her thoughts betraying her as the three men played on her mind. Suddenly, as if a sharp draught had filtered through her bedchamber, the candle on the table beside her flickered harshly, before extinguishing completely.
Elizabeth swallowed the feeling of unease it gave her and looked towards the windows. They were tightly shut and the curtains didn't move, something was wrong, her instincts screamed at her to run and hide as if all manner of monsters were upon her. The only source of light now came from the embers in the fireplace and cautiously she slid from her bed and walked to the window, her bare feet padding across the cold stone floor. She carefully drew back her curtains and peaked out onto the bay. A strange mist seemed to be forming and from the mist came a flash of flame. The explosion followed seconds after and although she should have expected it, the sound caused her to jump in fright and surprise. The house shook and Elizabeth mind finally pieced together what was happening; they were under attack.
_________________
Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 9th, 2010, 7:01 pm |
|
Joined: 18 October 2007
Posts: 4502
|
(Drink up me hearties yo ho!  )
Guinevere sat at a table in the main room of the tavern she’d spent the afternoon in, gazing at the crackling, dancing flames in the fireplace, the only source of light in the empty room. She had rented a room for the night, but she had been able to find no peace in the somewhat inadequate little bed, thoughts making her mind crowded and hectic.
A kiss. A kiss had sealed Liam’s agreement to help her get The Interceptor. Guin remembered her fury at the man’s impertinence to name such a price, how she’d slapped him across the face. However, in hindsight, the price hadn’t actually been that disagreeable, although she wouldn’t let Liam know that for the world. He still irritated her immensely, and she knew it would please Liam only too well if he knew she had begun to like him. But the one who he seemed to annoy most was undoubtedly Cairbre.
Guin’s long fingernails drummed against the tabletop as she glanced away from the fire. The two men had got off to a very bad start; they were each other’s exact opposites in every way. It couldn’t be denied that Cairbre had behaved inexcusably rudely towards Liam, but Guin knew that the display of pomposity and arrogance Liam had seen wasn’t at all the real Cairbre. The Cairbre she knew was kind, and understanding.
Then what had made him act in such a way? Pride, probably; Guin guessed he’d been annoyed that she wanted Liam’s help. Sighing, Guin pushed back her chair, rising to her feet, the green skirts of her gown sweeping the floor. When she turned towards the doorway that led to a flight of stairs, her breath suddenly hitched in her throat; like a silent ghost, there was someone standing framed in the door. Cairbre.
“You nearly frightened the life out of me,” she exclaimed. Her hand dropped from her belt, where two twin pistols were strapped by her waist. “Don’t creep up on me in the future. How long have you been standing there?” Her tone was affronted on purpose, her eyes glittering with amusement now, a grin taking hold of her features.
Cairbre laughed. “Not long,” he assured her. “I couldn’t sleep.” He gave her a small smile, which Guin returned. It felt good to see him acting like himself again. He took a few steps forward towards her.
“Nor I,” she replied. “Look, Cairbre; you do know that I want you to come with me, don’t you? The Interceptor should be ours, not just mine. But Liam…” she shook her head, “…Liam is very set against you.”
“I gave him good cause to be offended,” Cairbre said. “Good God, I behaved like a self-important idiot, didn’t I, Guin? But I… I just couldn’t stand…” he broke off into silence, looking slightly uncomfortable. Guin reached forward to touch his arm.
“Couldn’t stand what?”
I couldn’t stand the way he was looking at you, said Cairbre’s mind. He remained silent, meeting Guin’s concerned gaze. He shook his head ever so slightly. “Never mind,” he said.
Guin was about to insist upon him telling her exactly what was wrong, when she heard a somewhat familiar noise in the distance; it was muffled slightly, but the explosion was loud enough for her to recognise it. Before she knew it, Cairbre had darted forward and flung her down to the floor as another explosion sounded out. This time the cannon fire had been aimed at the tavern, and one of the walls crashed down in a blaze of flames.
Guin raised her head. Cairbre was crouched beside her, his arm around her protectively. “I know those guns,” she whispered. “It’s the Pearl.” For a short amount of time both she and Cairbre had sailed on The Black Pearl, but they’d both left the crew before they’d had a chance to take an equal share in the rumoured curse.
“Come on,” Cairbre said, helping her to her feet. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
Guin shook her head. “No, we’ve got to find Liam! He’s upstairs,” she said. “Though heaven knows he’ll probably have heard the cannon fire; if he hasn’t, he sleeps like a log. Come on.” She tugged Cairbre’s hand.
_________________
~~Siggy by Lembas~~
Last edited by ~Goldleaf~ on September 10th, 2010, 11:15 am, edited 1 time in total.
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 10th, 2010, 12:19 am |
|
Joined: 13 June 2007
Posts: 8115
Location: Asleep Somewhere... Anywhere
Country:
|
[:blink: this is longer then planned... lol btw, Goldy & Will, are you down with Liam, Cairbre and Guin coming across Dem and Ev and together they can take za ship? of course, this all is providing that Dem and Ev don't kill each other before then... technicalities. lol
And, Lothy, Cole is 'Drea's for the taking. I was thinking since he's so ill-equipped he might invoke the right of parlay or some such thing... make the same mistake as Lizzie.
btw, why was d.amnable *beep*ed? it's not just a swear word. It's a legit word...  ]
Demarion Young was sprawled out on one of two chairs at a table in a bustling tavern just out of Port Royal. Across from him sat his older brother, Everett, who was his senior by twelve years. ‘Though the rest of the place was noisy with laughter and merriment, silence and resentment reigned in their small corner. Their reunion wasn't exactly the happy, brotherly reunion one might expect from two people who hadn’t seen each other in at least three years. Actually, it had only come about because both were forced into it: Dem because he desperately needed the money his brother had and Everett because he was on a mission for his father.
Demarion, or Dem, was usually bright and joking with everyone, however, right now he was extraordinarily sullen. Now that the small meal was over, he directed his eyes anywhere but to his brother; the very sight of the man made him ill. He focused most of his current frustrations out on his smoking, blowing fine hazes of white smoke into the air and creating somewhat of a veil between himself and his brother. The twenty-four year old man watched as the smoke drifted around aimlessly. It was true that Dem was still quite young, however, the dark circles under his eyes and the worn-out expression on his face depicted a much older, more haggard man.
Unexpectedly, Dem started coughing. Though violent, the fit only lasted for a few minutes and before long he was back to smoking with renewed vigor.
“You know you’re going to kill yourself,” Everett finally commented. It had been at least forty five minutes since he had last opened up his mouth. Resting both elbows on the table he knitted his fingers together and rested his chin on them, studying his younger brother with a mix of shock and bewilderment. He knew his younger brother’s health had never been quite up to par and this lifestyle certainly wasn’t helping anything.
“Oh, now you care?” Dem’s cold, blue eyes met his brothers scornfully. He snorted and looked away, shaking his head.
Everett was quiet. Keeping his voice low so as to not make a private conversation public, he finally said, “I always did.”
At that Dem bitterly laughed, “is that so? Okay… okay,” he looked around the room before staring right back at Ev, “then where were you when I was taken away to be little more than a slave to that swine? Remember that? Or… or better yet, where were you when she…. Allison,” the words came out less severely and more tenderly as he recalled her beautiful face, “when she… died? Face it, brother,” the words were bitter on his tongue, “you were never there except to scold or ridicule.”
Everett, exasperated, attempted to sigh out his building frustration before beginning. This wasn’t something he traditionally did. Normally, he would have had a ready spiteful reply, however, for his father he was trying something different. “We had already bailed you out as much as we could. We had no more money,” he stressed that last part before continuing, “Demarion… Dem… father and I couldn’t help you any more.” Why couldn’t his brother understand the value of money and, well, the scarcity of it? “Allison wasn’t…” he was interrupted by his brother commanding him to never mention her name. Ev bit his tongue, trying his hardest not to say anything back. Instead he changed the subject, “I came for you because of father. He’s not doing well, Dem. He wants to see you. Please.” Everett wasn’t used to begging anybody, least of all his youngest brother, but, he knew how desperately his father wanted to have all of his remaining children around his bedside - even those who had caused him so much heartache and misery.
Dem’s face went pale but besides that nothing else changed. Cold as a stone in the Artic.
They gloomily sat there for only a short time before a distant but still pretty clear noise was heard. Quite suddenly the tavern grew silent, everyone was curious and listening. Dem got out of his seat and walked over to the nearest windowpane, staring out into the night sky. There was a quick succession of flashing light followed by an equal amount of booms! “Cannon fire,” he murmured to himself. By now most of the people in the tavern resumed whatever it was they had been doing, too drunk to care overly much about whatever it was going on outside in the distant town. Everett took hold of his brother’s arm, an action which rewarded him with a intense scowl from Dem. “We need to go,” an uneasy feeling was growing in Everett’s stomach. He didn’t want to stick around to see what exactly was going on out there and if it would reach all the way to their tavern.
“We?” Dem scoffed. “It’s “we” now too? My, we seem to be getting so close in such a short length of time, dear brother.” he yanked his arm out of Ev’s grasp and walked back to the circular table. Just because Everett wanted to leave, he wanted to stay.
“Are you insane?” Everett followed him over. “In case you haven’t heard, someone is firing on Port Royal. We need to go.”
“The door’s right over there,” Dem motioned towards it, blowing out another cloud.
“You are the most selfish, d.amnable man I have ever met!” Everett barked after him heatedly, starting to lose the cool he had fought so hard to contain.
“I had the same sentiments about you,” was Dem’s snarky reply.
Everett walked over towards him and pointing a finger in his face he said slowly, “I am not putting up with this.” Another boom in the background. They seemed to be getting closer.
“Oh-ho,” Dem’s eyes glittered at his brother’s anger.
BOOM again. The other people in the tavern were quiet once more. It was hard to determine whether they just sensed an exciting fight was coming on or they were coming to their senses about the cannon fire. However, as Dem was standing up to face his brother squarely, the house shook, rattling every mug and saucer in the place. Even the murky heads of the drunks knew to get out.
Everett grabbed his brother’s arm forcefully and pulled him out into the street. Even out here they could tell things were bad - much worse than either had thought. People were screaming and complete chaos had set in below in the town.
“We stayed too long,” Everett muttered angrily.
------------------------
The air was crisp and refreshing; it was exactly what a body needed after a day like today. The tedious, soul-draining afternoon at the fort had done Cole Applegate in. Now, mounted atop his black mare, he could collect his thoughts and rejuvenate. He was never big on the small talk chattering which, without fail, was prevalent at these events. And, unlike to his sister, the commodore’s proposal to Ms. Swann was absolutely un-enthralling to him. Another predictable, perfect, well-to-do couple had been made. Nothing more, nothing less. They would live in stark tolerance of each other and die together but alone. He could predict it all now. It was never any different. Another deep breath of the cool air and he let it all out again along with some more frustrations. He pulled down his tricorn hat as a slight breeze picked up. His horse shuddered underneath him and balked for a moment or two, not wanting to venture any further down the cobblestone street. Seeing nothing ahead that could make the horse spook, Cole coaxed her forward and they continued. The street was all but dead. A few people were left but mainly just soldiers or the like. Evening had set in at least an hour ago. Most people were now comfortably indoors getting prepared for a good night’s sleep.
Continuing to saunter down the street he knew too well, Cole’s mind again strayed. The abrupt sound of cannon fire caused his horse to actually really spook from underneath him. Although he generally knew how to handle her masterfully, the skittish creature got the best of him this time. Cole was violently tossed from the saddle as she launched herself forward down the street in a haphazard direction. Slamming the cobblestones hard he was dazed for a few minutes. He was laying smack on his back and as he slowly sat up he rubbed the back of his head and blinked hard. He felt a little nauseous and disoriented so he remained sitting there in the middle of the empty street trying to figure out what happened. If he attempted to get up or move too much he was afraid that he would end up emptying the contents of that beautifully prepared dinner onto said empty street. After a couple of moments he was beginning to feel better so he decided to chance getting up. He carefully hoisted himself up and stood there, teetering just a little bit, and gathered his bearings. He didn’t see his mare anywhere. However, he did see soldiers swarming around the fort a few blocks away. He could also faintly hear yelling and a few shrieks. In a few more minutes, he had taken off towards the commotion. Perhaps this wasn’t using the best logic to run towards something obviously bad but, then again, he had hit his head pretty hard.
He didn’t have to run too far, as it would seem. After only a few feet he realized that the cannon fire was from pirates… they were being attacked! Before he knew it, he was in the middle of it weaponless, head throbbing, and definitely not ready for hand-to-hand combat.
_________________ Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet
Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 13th, 2010, 6:12 pm |
|
Joined: 03 June 2006
Posts: 5673
Country:
|
|
Liam was lying on the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling of a tiny room, in which only a small bed and a table were crammed. He closed his eyes and let the soft breeze, which blew through the window, cool his face as he tried to analyze the events of that day. It had been an unusual day to be sure. It had started off as one of those days when he'd noted that he was out of money and needed to find a job. But jobs seemed to be scarce in Port Royal and instead of a job, he found a pirate in the streets of Port Royal. She thought to have saved his life and he proposed to get her a ship. It had not been mere boasting from his side to make such a proposal, it was a game at first. A challenge to tease and collect such a proud and polite pirate. Women were Liam's passion and seduction was his game. This challenge had nothing to do with his usual dislike for pirates but everything with Guinevere's flaming locks and her dislike for him.
When he'd made up his plan to help Guinevere, Liam had also reached his decision to leave Port Royal. Although he had many friends here, he felt not connected with the town. Too often he had been excluded or yelled at for what or whom he was. He was sick of it and was firm on leaving Port Royal for once and forever. That was until that pompous brag, Eagle, had appeared. Only thinking of how he'd behaved that afternoon made Liam's blood boil again. No, if it was up to him, than Eagle would miss the boat...
Suddenly a whistling sound became louder and louder, followed by a loud explosion. Liam jumped off the bed, the thundering sound of canon fire seemed to be multiplying by the minute. Canon fire could only mean one thing: pirates.
Immediately he grabbed his pistol, which he usually kept in his sloppy overcoat, but then there was a deafening crash: the tavern had been hit. A part of the floor disappeared at the place where Liam had just been standing. Had he not jumped backwards, then he would, together with his bed, have crashed down the ground floor of the tavern.
Wasting not anymore time, Liam threw open the door and ran down the staircase. Someone was approaching him in the dark corridor, Liam raised his pistol but did not stop running. When it turned out to be Guin, Liam lowered his gun. "For heaven's sake, miss Elliot" he panted, "We should get out, to the harbour, now!"
-------------------------------
Sam Selby was walking through the crowded streets of Port Royal in a steady pace. She held a pistol in her hand, but nobody seemed to notice. All the inhabitants of Port Royal were screaming and panicking as canons were crashing down beside them. Sam, though, was not afraid. She was perfectly capable of defending herself. But for now she marched through the city, searching for her friends. She'd heard the fearful whispers of those around her. It was the Pearl.. The Black Pearl had attacked Port Royal.. If it was true, than it would be more than interesting..
Suddenly two guys were blocking her way to the harbour; just out of the blue they were standing in front of her.
"Aye" the redhead scolded. "Watch where yer walkin'" Suddenly she froze in her tracks and turned around to take another look at the men.
"Demarion?" she asked, disbelief in her voice. "What are you doing here..?"
_________________
O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..
It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.
|
|
| Top |
|
|
|
|
Post subject: Posted: September 14th, 2010, 10:42 am |
|
Joined: 10 January 2008
Posts: 2443
Location: Going to Hell in a Handbasket
Country:
|
|
[[Right guys we have a small problem... we now have no-one to play Jack. I can't as Wenny isn't going to be joining us so I've taken Hector and I already have Lizzie sooooo... what are we going to do?]]
_________________
Illuminate the way to my heart,
It's twisting on a thread
+ COME RAISE THE DEAD +
|
|
| Top |
|
|
Who is online |
Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 20 guests |
|
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot post attachments in this forum
|
Powered by phpBB © 2000, 2002, 2005, 2007 phpBB Group
Boyz theme by Zarron Media 2003
|
|
but, shoot, I know I was in this RP with Cole and Carmon and then... who even knows what happened. lol but where are you two at in it now? I could jump in and play Everett and Dem... 
ooooo... I would like that, yes.
It would be great to meet Everett and Dem! 
My charries’ personalities have developed a lot since this RP, so it’d be interesting continuing this! ^_^
I guess they still could. I could play moi three guys for sure (sorry Joe and Henry! 