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Post by Liechtenstein on Aug 1, 2012 16:46:37 GMT -8
Okay you guys! It's time for an activity check!!!!
If you don't reply to this thread by the 8th your account will be frozen. You get three strikes before it will permanently be frozen and sunk!
Also wanna see recent posts guys!!!
So right. Your character and seabox name! Here we go!
Liechtenstein - LilyMod
The crowds began to thin the further Lily walked along the docks. Something a bit odd, considering how crowded docks were - at least from her limited experience. And from that experience she'd also learned uncrowded areas also brought out the... less than savory characters.
Pausing, she looked around, coming to hold the strap of her bag with both hands. Turing around - that's what she should do! Head back towards-
The sound of yelling caught her attention. She turned her head in the direction the cries came from and jerked with a start as she saw a figure rushing out of an alley, followed by a group of men.
Oh no... what had she wandered into?
Portugal - PortxPort
For a long moment Afonso just stood there completely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth, before promptly closing it. Opened it again, hand raised in a gesture, but soon closed his mouth again, dropping his hand to his side. He must have looked ridiculous, but the Portuguese man hardly cared as her words repeated themselves in his mind.
Did she even know what she was saying? What in the world could be so dangerous?
”If only pirates are brave enough to seek it then you should steer clear of it irmãzinha.” The words left his mouth before he could even think them over. He shook his head, leaning against a wall, the heels of his hands pressed against his forehead in frustration. Because he wasn’t angry. He should be, or at least a sane part of him felt he should be. Here he was trying to warn her about just how dangerous all this was because he really didn’t think she realized it.
Plus did she know how reckless some merchants could be? Surely if it was something she thought pirates would only dare seek it had to be valuable. Right up the alley of some merchants he had encountered in the past.
All in all, Afonso should be angry. But he wasn’t. Afonso was just frustrated. Incredibly so. He just barely managed to resist dragging his hands down his face (the bandages reminding him that wouldn’t be a smart move) as he thought all this over. Ignoring the pain in his skull and the strange déjà vu. ”Why don’t any of you ever listen to me?” Was mumbled beneath his breath, though he didn’t notice.
The déjà vu flared. It was all so familiar.
”You could die. Do you even realize that? Do you understand? Why can’t…” He trailed off, shaking his head and releasing a heavy sigh before fixing her with a look that could only be described as grumpy. Something saved only for younger siblings. ”Why am I even bothering. Nothing’s getting through that thick skull of yours.”
He glanced at her, at the warm smile that hadn’t seemed to falter. The determination. Shaking his head again, with a bit of affection he pushed off the wall, beginning to walk forward. ”Senhorta Pirata Rainha, if I can’t change your mind, I’m going to have to take you back to your cell.”
That was the last thing he wanted to do. After all, the odds of her being stuck in prison for the rest of her life was high. She was too young for that.
For a long while they walked down the halls in silence. Both stewing in their own respective thoughts. Afonso tried to think up arguments that could convince his superiors to let her go.
But if they did she would just go off and join another crew no doubt. Continue down this dangerous path after some mysterious treasure. That was also something Afonso didn’t like either. But it was something she would do regardless.
Wait. He halted abruptly, good eye widening as a thought struck him. ”Anaïs… How do you feel about privateer ships?”
Afonso had a sinking suspicion he was going to be in a lot of trouble somewhere down the line.
Australia - BoxingKangaroo
Inwardly cringing, James mentally prepared for what was going to happen the moment he explained to Sydney that he had no job. At least she noticed the snake first.
He shrugged, taking Jeremy off his shoulders and setting him down. The snake looked up at him, tongue flicking out lazily. After assessing the area though the snake seemed content, slithering off to curl up in a patch of sunlight. James grinned after his new friend, before looking at Sydney. ”First, he isn’t stayin’. Gonna take him home tomorrow. He wandered into town.”
Because he could just feel the lecture about having another mouth. Even though snakes didn’t really need a lot. Lord knew they encountered enough mice to feed it.
Sydney was still looking at him expectantly and James could feel his stomach knot. He wanted desperately to tell her good news. That he’d gotten a job. Had found them a home. That she didn’t have to live like this anymore. Of course he couldn’t, and just looking at her told him she would really not be pleased. She already looked irritated at him and he hadn’t-
Something tugged at his pant leg. Looking down the Australian stared at the wet mess of fur that was Bruce who’d snuck off when Sydney’s attention turned to James. The koala wasted little time, ignoring the small hiss from James as he climbed up his leg, the torso before perching on top of his head and far away from the evil bathe.
James meanwhile looked up at the creature, eyebrow raised. ”… What’s his problem?”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 6, 2012 16:34:36 GMT -8
(hahaha, I'm the one who asked for this and I totally forgot about it;;  England - GentlemanArthur, Englandmod "Welcome Lord Kirkland, to your new vessel."Arthur winced briefly as he stepped from the shaded depths of the steam carriage into the bright London harbor. The fresh salt air was welcomed after the muggy smoke scented vehicle - the stink of fish and the ever present London smog welcoming him like a friend he hadn't seen in ages. It was a scene out of a photograph, people bustling everywhere with something to do and showing how much his home country had improved over the last few decades since the war. Ships of all shapes and sizes were coming, leaving or docked, white sails blew in the breeze and gulls dipped and called in the sky. The sunlight was broken into rays, spotting through the scudding clouds and making a beautiful backdrop to the scene, the scent of rain faint under the other smells, coming in but not yet losing its load on the heads of the city. In other words, it was a nearly perfect day to start a voyage. "Yes, thank you. Let's take a look at her, shall we?" He stepped lightly down the two carriage steps onto the water-smoothed cobblestones. The as of yet unnamed ship was a beautiful lady. The wood was dark and with a fresh coat of tar, nearly black in color. The sails, normally white by standard were black as well, giving her a sense of elegance and mystique in the high tide. Gilded with gold wood, she had three tall masts and fourteen visible canon-holes - which gave her a proud twenty-eight canons in total. Tall and sleek, Arthur could tell that this was one vessel that would fight to the bitter end for him. Stepping up the gangplank towards the noise of voices that made up his newly minted crew, Arthur tugged his top hat off his head as the stiff breeze his girl had been protecting him from blew over him. A loud whistle sounded in the air as he stepped aboard - "Captain on the deck!" In a few short seconds, the noise of the crew switched from a mass of voices to a mass of feet hurrying together as the crew lined up and saluted, like the soldiers most, if not all, of them were. Seeing such discipline towards him was frankly unnerving - Arthur being used to the... freedom in which his former crews had. Meaning, the lined up if he demanded it (rarely), but the pirates would still be chattering away, no stiff posture, no hands clasped behind backs or perfectly pressed and shined uniforms. For a brief moment, Arthur tensed with the feeling that he was being arrested with the way he was being stared at. Then he shrugged his shoulders, threw a polite smile on his face, and pretended that he knew how to run a military vessel. "I believe it is 'at ease', gentlemen. I also believe you were told to expect a speech about glory for Her Majesty or platitudes towards the Navy-" he paused briefly, a ghost of a smile flicking across his lips, "I personally believe such nonsense can wait until after we are underway."He held his hand out to his current First - current because he knew he would not work well with a man as stiff and severe as the man who stood completely blank faced behind him and made a mental note to either break the man (whose name he had heard but never bothered to remember_ of his ways or dump him in some port when he brought on more crew he could work with - who handed him the ever-so-traditional bottle of champagne. Glancing at the label briefly, Arthur was incredibly glad it was a brand he detested or he would have been filled with such remorse as he broke the bottle of the rail beside him. "Welcome aboard the Grim, ladies and gentlemen. Let's get to sea before the rains hit us. Officers, I shall be calling a brief meeting once we are underway." And with the last of his captainly duties dispensed with for the moment, Arthur retreated through his office into his personal chambers to change out of his 'noble' costume and into something that could withstand a little salt and rain.
Hungary - LadyHedervary A beam of laser fire sliced past her face, searing of a hank of hair. 'Too close' she thought, adding a bit more dodge to her fleeing. The mostly empty street helped to that affect, but still she wished for the cover of a crowded street - less chance the men following her would be willing to fire their guns. Pausing for the briefest of moments, she kicked over a stack of barrels that sat outside a shop and providing her with a bit of a barrier for the bounty hunters to deal with.
Then she turned, and spotted a girl still standing in the streets while the few other bodies that had been walking the road having managed to vanish in the moments she had looked away. "Hurry up and run! she hollered, waving her free arm. To back up her claim, the whistle and metallic thud of the Hungarian Guards mechanical steeds, which meant the local police were well on their way... which was just another problem added onto her plate. Being caught by the police had the same effect as being caught by the bounty hunters: ending in her being handed over to the admiral for... whatever punishment someone who was "guilty of aiding pirates" got.
She was very determined that it would not end for her that way. She had far too many plans and had yet to live her life the way she desired... it would not end yet.
The laser cutting through her side put a damper on that thought instantly. Shock and pain exploded in her mind as she skidded down onto her knees as her balance gave way. It figured, she thought numbly, that the men after her had contraband weaponry - if the laser gun was legal, it would have burned the wound closed as well. Painful, but less bleeding to death. Elizaveta's free hand clasped over the wound, but there was blood leaking between her fingers and the smell flooding her nose and dammit, she would not die here.
Crawling her way painfully towards the next alley, she was gratified to hear the angry shouts as the police closed in on the bounty hunters, the clash of steel on steel and laser fire thankfully not directed at her and providing her with a better distraction than barrels. If she didn't bleed to death, she might actually have a chance at getting away.
And, prevalent in her thoughts and obviously a product of blood loss and dizziness, she mourned the fact that the mess and the hole ruined her outfit probably beyond saving.
Macau - GamblingLord
Settling against the bed with a wince, Cai was incredibly thankful for whatever it was the doctor had made him drink. It dulled the constant throbbing pain to something that didn't make him think he was going to die at any moment and the drowsiness he suddenly felt he wasn't sure if it came from the drink, or the fact that he had no more adrenaline to lean on and was crashing into an absolute exhaustion. Letting his head sink into the pillow behind him, he couldn't help but question this as a fever dream; something that couldn't actually be real, a product of him being beaten unconscious back in those dark alley's. He'd been trapped for so long that even the potential of freedom had been something he'd dreamed about and wished but known he would never achieve. This dulled pain, this freedom, had to be an illusion thrown together by his mind. "How do you plan to convince me?" The Asian man - Captain? Cai thought he remembered that title being used towards the man - was suddenly beside him, giving him a fierce look. Cai shrank back, confused and muddled and suddenly remembering a time or three when he'd been asked the same question but by a different face - and he also remembered that no matter how he answered the question How do you plan to convince me not to- he always ended up punished. "I..." he croaked, voice hoarse and dried up, palms sweating and hands shaking. No matter how he answered, he knew what the answer would be. It was odd that the face of the man asking the question wasn't the pale haired, brown eyed usual, but it would explain why the face still felt familiar to him even though he could not ever meeting the Asian before - his mind was making stuff up. "I... all I have is me and..." he swallowed, saying the words he wanted to say instead of the pleading words he could attempt to say to lessen the pain - personal injury would happen no matter what, so really, it didn't matter what he said now. "I know its not much now... but whatever you want from me, I'll do - just... please don't take me back there." he trailed off into a whisper. He knew he'd kill himself first before returning to that place but he couldn't be too sure he wasn't already there. And... if this was real, he could learn anything, do anything the man needed, so long as the stitches he had help together. And if the Captain found him a waste of time and resources, he'd beg to be left in a port or tossed in the ocean. Anything but going back.
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Post by Königreich Preußen on Aug 7, 2012 17:10:22 GMT -8
Okay, so I fail at getting my crap together for China and Switzerland. But! At least I made it time for the activity check this go around!
Prussia - AlbinoGil
Gilbert tugged at the bottom of his shirt, smoothing the fabric that had been crumpled within Ludwig’s fist.
“I’m glad you’re amused.” He said, knowing his brother was anything but. “In time, I’m sure you’ll come to find that sticking with me is the better choice, despite what you think now.”
Taking a quick step away from Ludwig, Gilbert turned, cracking his fingers as he planned their next move. Anxious to get underway and fully enjoy this new life of plundering and--if the occasion called for it--killing, he decided to turn his sights East. The further he could get away from Western Europe, the better.
“We’re changing course and heading for Hungary.” He informed Ludwig, placing his hands behind his back as he spoke. “Depending on what we find there, we’ll then turn our sights on Russia, and possibly the Baltics, for future supply routes and locations where we can lie low, if need be.”
He could see the crease in his brother’s brow deepen--the doubt clouding his eyes as he spoke--but Gilbert paid little mind to it, and he merely returned Ludwig’s concern with a lazy grin and cheeky expression.
“Now, if you have any further issues you wish to discuss, like sleeping situations, chores, or your life long, indentured servitude … it’ll have to wait until I’m done icing my face.”
Switzerland - Pending
China - Pending (Still tweaking my application, and I need to touch base with Koreamod.)
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Post by Principality Of Wy on Aug 7, 2012 19:37:33 GMT -8
Woah sorry guys still on a trip and forgot all about it xD Germany (Germanlud) The red hot rage began to simmer down into a cooler, more painful shame, his laughter dying in his throat. Horrible as he was, Gilbert was his brother, and he had nearly killed him. Heh, a quiet voice in the back of his head said, killing someone you didn't mean to kill. You know all about that, don't you?
He blinked, shuddering at the thought.
He could only glare at Gilbert. He certainly didn't find anything amusing. He rubbed his temples, a new headache blossoming. This is what he had to look forward to, from now on. Waking up every morning to look at walls of wood, being thousands of miles up in the air, surrounded by a crew that he didn't know and would never like, and standing beside a brother who took everything from him. That was Ludwig, summed up in his own words. It was pathetic.
He listened to the plan. At least they would be traveling around, something Ludwig had wanted to do for a long time. Although it was a part of his retirement plan, and he wanted to go with his hypothetical wife, not his idiot brother.
"I don't care," he said at last, "I don't care where we go. But you'd best find an actual crew. You can hover over Germany all you like, but you can't man the ship by yourself." He turned, and walked towards the door, only stopping once to turn around. "You are alone. I'll be in my room. Don't bother me." He walked out of the room and shut the door, and stayed in his room for many days without coming out. Andorra (microandorra) Her expression barely changed as he ranted at her, a flicker of sadness and a bit of guilt mixed into the confidence and determination. By all means, Afonso was right. How could she of all people survive something like this? It was a dangerous road; the possibility of being killed was high to almost inevitable. But even still, she had to. It was out of the question for her.
She said nothing to him in reply; she had already said everything she needed to. She stopped smiling when he told her he had to take her to her cell. The question was, what to do now? If she faced the consequences, there was a very good chance she would go to prison for the rest of her life. If she ran, she shuddered at the thought, where would she go? This fortress was in the middle of nowhere. Running away...it was cowardly and it meant she would have to abandon her crew. But her true goal and her purpose of it all could never be achieved if she stayed.
What Afonso said changed everything.
"P-privateers?" Pirate ships under government control. She had considered that option, however decided against it because for one, there was no guarantee that they would be after the treasure, and secondly, they were under government control, which meant that obtaining at the very least a bit of the treasure would be almost impossible.
But this situation was different. If Afonso was offering her a position on a privateer ship, she still had a chance with the treasure, and she could get off this base. If the ship she joined wasn't after the treasure, she could run. She had to take it. "I- are you...offering a position on one?" Slovenia As Danica stood carefully from her seat, she reached for the bag she left at the feet of her chair. That resulted in another close jab from the moleman, as delicately put from Inuk.
"N-no! You can't have anything. Might have a weapon." His voice sounded hesitant and lacked the force it had earlier. That told Danica he was frightened. Good, she thought, That is useful.
Still though, that bag had many important things in it; her medical supplies, journals, research. But most importantly, her sedatives. She supposed she would have to make do without them. She glanced at Inuk, who was walking beside her. Perhaps he could be the substitue.
The walk out of the bar was easy enough; no one paid much mind to them as the mole kept close behind Danica, keeping the steel to her back. Inuk couldn't really use an opportunity to attack; she assumed that he cared somewhat for her well-being, which is why a surprise attack would not be a good idea. What bothered her most about it was that she had not once seen the face of their captor, and the visage told all.
She sighed. "Sorry dear," she said to Inuk, "I suppose we'll have to find another time for a drink, hm?" Mole responded with another jab and a "No talking!"
The streets were quiet and miserable; there were barely anyone on the streets due to the heavy rain. Eventually they left the usual populated areas and into the more secluded and desolate. The mole stopped them in front of a two story building, old and damaged and clearly unsuitable for long term residence. He pushed her towards the door, and as they entered, a terrible smell of copper filled her nose. Up the stairs they went.
The room they entered was small, and, like the outside, badly damaged. It had little furniture; a table, a couch, and a stained carpet. It took a moment for Danica to process what she was seeing. Another man, who had a gun in his hand, sat at the table. He had bags under his eyes and the frightened whites of his eyes were bloodshot. He stood up as soon as they entered.
On the couch lay another man; he held his stomach firmly with blood dripping off his fingers. It was his red liquid that stained the carpet so. His face was white and his breathing fast and raspy. An odd turn of events.
The man at the table looked ready to explode. "You found one??"
"Yeah, somehow." The mole replied, "I overheard 'em. You-" he poked Danica, "you can fix him. You said you were medically aware. So, fix him. Or I'll kill you."
Ideas flowed through Danica like water. She could either do what they say without fuss, and perhaps leave with her life. What to do with Inuk, as he seemed to be forgotten for now. But something about it, being manipulated by simpletons, irritated her more than her desire to live. No, no. This will not do. She would only do this on her terms.
"Kill me?" She laughed, venom dripping in her voice. "The only one who can save your friend? I think not. You would do well not to threaten me sweetie. Otherwise your friend will die. And that would be so. Very. Sad."
The silence lasted for a few minutes. Game and set. Wy Sydney eyed the koala with a look of parental annoyance. A large smudge of pink paint covered the koala's side, and up his cheek then tipped his ears. She kept her hands on her hips, taping her foot. "Bruce," she hissed, "ya need a bath, ya dumb oversized squirrel."
Bruce perked his ears, and chewed on his fingers. A nervous reaction, or was it just him being a koala? She sighed, "This is why I told ya to keep out of me paints! I knew ya would get messy! Or worse, eat 'em." The koala said nothing. Well, of course he didn't, he was a koala, but he could at least grunt or something. She couldn't tell if he was listening or not.
She was just tired. Tired of it all. Looking after Bruce while that lazy arse kept failing to find work and traveling all the time was tiring. She quite simply had enough of it, but what else could she do? Leave? There was nowhere to go, seeing as her parents were done with her. And it wasn't like she hated her cousin, though he did annoy the ever loving crap out of her. Regardless, she was stuck with him, and this koala bathed in pink paint.
"Ahhhh, dangit all. Gotta do somethin' afore he gets back. You." She pointed at Bruce. "Stay there while I grab a bucket."
It wasn't that hard to find one. Sure, they didn't live anywhere, but they kept essential supplies around in case of emergencies. A bucket was one of them. Also, a pair of scissors and one bar of soap. Her paints, they couldn't leave those behind. An oversized, scratchy blanket that they were forced to share. One teapot for water, found by Sydney herself when going through some garbage to find flammable things. And a thing of matches, with only a few sticks left. She'd have to start a fire for a rest of the day, just not to waste it. That was how they lived these few months.
She swore right then, if James didn't find a job today, she would kick him where no guy likes to be kicked.
She started up a small bonfire, and put the teapot on the bricks she collected. She didn't let the water boil, she didn't want to burn the koala, and as soon as she poured the steaming water into the bucket, Bruce finally put two and two together.
It was a long chase and struggle, with a few scratches and a lot of hurt feelings, but Sydney managed to capture the stained animal and start to bathe the sucker. That was when James came back.
She eye-rolled at what he said. "Tch! Only barely." She could feel Bruce glare up at her as she washed him, but the paint was not coming off. It had dried before she got to him.
Sydney looked at James. "So, didja get the job? Tell me ya got the job. I'm tired of livin' like this, it sucks an- why do ya have a snake around yer neck?"
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Post by Im Yong Soo~! on Aug 21, 2012 14:37:17 GMT -8
ModsOIKYK: -guiltily tries to tiptoe past the little numbers in the topic name-Gyeolmal--North KoreaWhile usually Tae Hyun was quite good at divorcing his emotions from an interrogation, the Korean couldn’t deny the sudden surge of remorse that rose in his gullet after he asked the question. Reviving the terror and dread that had never really left the Macanese boy’s face had not been his purpose, and the note of panic that the boy was desperately trying to keep from overflowing into his words struck a dark chord in Tae Hyun’s conscience. The Korean’s face did not show this, though the intensity abated somewhat as he leant back, physically giving the boy the space he needed. “I wouldn’t know where to take you,” he commented truthfully, “you quite literally dropped out of nowhere, remember?”Tae Hyun looked down to adjust his sleeves, taking the time to choose his words carefully. He wanted to reassure the boy that he was safe, remind and convince him that Tae Hyun had been offering help, but at the same time the Korean didn’t want to give too much away. Inexplicable sentiment and sympathy aside, he didn’t know enough about the boy to trust him, even in his weakness. Who’s to say that when the boy recovered he couldn’t use the Korean’s mercy against him? The Captain glanced up again, looking at the boy’s strangely familiar face. He wanted to know why it was so familiar, why he cared anywhere near as much as he did, but didn’t know how or even if he wanted to ask. Or if he would even get a straight answer. So instead, he decided to ask for something more tangible. “As for what I want from you, da ze, I’ll start with a name. We can discuss further once you’ve recovered.”The sun shone with bright harshness, filling the air with heat and scent. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of Yong Soo’s neck, and he fanned himself with a broad sleeve, smiling as another satisfied merchant tallies out his compensation. “You’re definitely good at your work,” the dark-dressed Mediterranean stated, scratching his pen across the ledger with an idle flick. “Most have been having trouble sailing about the Cape this past season, what with all that unfortunate pirate business.”“What can I say, da ze,” Yong Soo chanted lightly, spirits bright as he accepted both praise and pay, tucking the pouch into his sleeve, “luck originated in Korea, and I didn’t leave it behind.”A few minutes later the Asian Captain danced back out into the thoroughfare, whistling to his curl. Compared to when he first started a few years ago, the Lucky Dragon’s escort ventures were finally picking up, leading to more and more business opportunities and ushering fresh revenue. The name “Yong Soo” was finally beginning to circulate, even if it was still in a drowsy swirl. Perhaps if his luck holds out, the right ears would soon hear him. Yong Soo’s hopeful musings were interrupted as a short brunet man suddenly dashed from the alley in front of him, clutching a shirtful of tomatoes and panting to a stuttered stop. His head whipped back and forth, missing sight of Yong Soo’s baffled face entirely. Expression harried, the man scuttled for the nearby barrels, hastily opening one and diving in. Yong Soo blinked rapidly at this strange series of events before another man charged forth from the alley, face red from yelling and exertion. “Damn!” he cursed, having lost sight of the tomato thief. He noticed the Korean standing in the street and made his way forward, expression thunderous. “Oi, you see anybody run through here?”Surprised by the sudden aggression, Yong Soo held up his sleeves, shaking his head to ward off hostility and instinctively lying: “Nope I saw nothing nothing at all da ze!”The man scowled, muttering a slur beneath his breath as he turned down the street, and before Yong Soo can try to recant the fib the workman’s gone. Biting his lip, Yong Soo waited a good minute or so after the sailor’s left. He hesitantly slid his way toward the barrels, blinking at the one the brunet disappeared into, and gently tapped the lid with his knuckles. “Annyeong,” he greeted, keeping his voice low, “I think you’re safe, but you should probably get moving. He didn’t look happy.”The Korean felt just a bit guilty for helping a thief, but he figured that it was too late to call the angry man back now. ((Sorry this took way too long! ;A; )) Inuk barely restrained the impulse to burst out laughing. The look on the gunman’s face after Danica’s casual dismissal was just too perfect. Instead the Inuit grinned gamely toward the Slovene, acting for all the world as if he wasn’t on the other end of a gun barrel. “None at all, beautiful,” he retorted, returning the earlier wink with one of his own. The Greenlander’s good mood was jarred by the rude interruption of metal to temple, causing Inuk to grunt as his head shifted. His eyes flashed an ignored warning towards the gunman, suddenly fifty degrees cooler as he contemplated how easy it would be to break the fucker’s wrist. It was only the threat of ricochet that held Inuk in check. “I’ll really shoot him!” the gunman yelled, only to be met with cool disinterest. Inuk could see the man’s adam’s apple bob with nerves. The pressure of the barrel eased as the gunman deflated slightly, his voice cowed. “Please…please help him.” Danica’s haughty smile seemed to both soften and sharpen her features, her expression suddenly quite becoming now that she was in control. Inuk watched as she manipulated the mole’s dismissal for the necessary morphine, remaining silent but hiding a fierce smile. One down, one to go, and hell if he wasn’t going to enjoy putting the gunman down like the mongrel he was. Nah, that was an insult to dogs. Inuk didn’t act yet, however, considering that Danica seemed to intend on following through with her end of the bargain and examine the injured man. Inuk obediently approached at her prompting, deliberately stepping back into the gun’s line of fire on an oddly chivalrous impulse. What could he say, Danica was both cute and interesting enough for the Inuit to want to keep her alive. He watched her examination for a little bit, being careful not to hover. This proved to be pretty tedious, however, so he decided to try and get as much information for his later mandatory report instead. Or just heckle the gunman. Either or. Inuk shifted his stance so his body was turned back towards the gunman, making sure that the motion wasn’t at all sudden or surprising. The gunman’s bleary eyes, formerly trained on the Slovene tending his injured companion flickered instantly back to him, his hold on the weapon tensing into its earlier upright position. Taking comfort in the knowledge that the guy wasn’t going to shoot while his friend was in firing range, Inuk bared his teeth, head canting slightly as his eyes narrowed. “Relax, red eye. I’m just here for the show, y’know?” “If you want to keep watching, you’ll shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” the gunman snapped, his tone more weary than heated as he steadied the gun arm with his other hand. Inuk’s lip curled condescendingly. “Better men then you have tried and failed. Better women too, actually, but they usually made it more fun.” The gunman’s temple pulsed with aggravation. “Cocky ass punk,” he spat, glowering down the shaking barrel as he moved closer to his friend. “I’ve been through enough shit tonight, I don’t need yours!” Inuk shrugged, casually flicking his forelock from his eyes with a mocking lilt of his chin. “Hey, I was just out for a drink, having a good time with the lovely lady. It was your pet rodent’s idea to bust in and bring me. Don’t blame me for his stupidity.” “I ain’t. But I will blame you for your fucking mouth,” the gunman scowled, teeth grit. “You’re awfully obsessed with my mouth,” Inuk noted glibly, looking aside as though exasperated. “Didn’t you hear I wasn’t interested?”The gunman’s face flared red, his mouth working furiously around whatever foul epithet he was trying to deliver. Inuk was prevented from further baiting the man by the sudden thud of a falling door. Both men jumped, though luckily for the Inuit the gun didn’t fire. He and the gunman both looked over towards the Slovene, though the Greenlander’s gaze passed quickly enough once it spotted the dead body. “Sorry dear,” Danica murmured, her voice much softer, “my curiosity got the better of me.” The ire slowly washed out of gunman’s face, his shoulders falling with quiet weight as he regarded the dead body. A soft sigh whistled through his teeth, and he shook his head after a beat. “We didn’t kill him,” he muttered, backing from the Greenlander to settle at the table instead, propping his elbow against the wood. Inuk raised a pierced eyebrow as he heard Danica shift around behind him, curiosity briefly replacing his kneejerk compulsion to antagonize. “What did, then?” His question was answered with a soft exclamation, and the Inuit turned back toward Danica. Hesitating briefly, the Greenlander made his way over, kneeling beside her. ‘Prolly wasn’t much of a looker alive either,’ [/i]he thought in passing, eyes flickering over the carcass in morbid fascination. He looked up when Danica addressed him, and he snorted softly. “We’re not exactly dealing with masterminds,” he quipped amicably. Her further commentary earned another amused chuckle, and he nodded. “True enough, but without the economic benefits.” He brought his gloved palms together, cracking a couple knuckles while he was at it. “I’ll take care of it.” He waited until she had backed off enough to give him room before approaching the body, placing his arms carefully and lifting it with a soft grunt. The smell was fairly foul—not the sickly sweet scent of decay yet, but definitely an undertone of relieved bowels. Not unfamiliar to either the hunter or the soldier in Inuk, but not exactly welcoming either. He carried the corpse out of the bathroom, bypassing the gunman’s gray face without notice as he ventured out the door, laying the corpse to the rain-slicked side of the stoop instead. If it attracted attention, so be it. Wasn’t his kill. Maybe it would give the mole a scare if he was lucky. Wherever the hell he was. Shrugging, Inuk dusted off his hands as he returned inside, flicking his hair aside again. “Anything else you need, doc?” he asked. [/quote] DMadameDoktor--LuxembourgN/A We should prolly fix that, huh Emrys?
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Aug 23, 2012 23:05:02 GMT -8
Italy-PastalovingItalian
((Meh I suck so I don't know how to do that cool thing that tells everyone when you wrote stuff. Anyway sent this in today.))
Feliciano popped his head out of the barrel easily moving the loose lid out of the way. “Ve~ Grazie you saved me!” His savior looked nice enough; he wasn’t really mean looking like the man who was chasing him. He leaned forward attempting to embrace his savior in some sort of awkward hug, but was trapped by the barrel and the fact that his arms were occupied with 14 juicy red tomatoes, all he managed to do is give the other a light head bump.
Feliciano gazed around the alleyway hoping that the man wouldn’t come back soon. Carefully removing a single arm from around his shirt he attempted to exit the barrel. His knee banged against the barrel’s rim. “Ow! That hurt! That hurt really bad!” It was definitely easier getting into the barrel then getting out. He tried again, but with his other leg this time with the same results. He even attempted to jump out of the barrel but all the succeeded in doing was causing him to almost drop his tomatoes. He wiggled around trying to find some direction where he could escape his confinement without hurting his tomatoes.
He wiggled a bit too far to his left, the barrel lost its balance, and for one sickening second the Italian could see nothing but blue of the sky as he plummeted towards the hard earth. He landed on the ground with a thud. Pain coursed through his body. Feliciano gripped his head, his tomatoes forgotten and rolled back and forth across the ground giving a small shriek of pain. His tomatoes lay around him splattered on the ground, each one a small ruined mess of its own.
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