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Post by Liechtenstein on Sept 1, 2012 12:55:52 GMT -8
Where in the world did August go!?
Alright everybody! First of the month, y'know what that means? Activity check!!!
And let's all actually make the deadline this time? If you don't I will have to freeze your account!!! And I do not want to do that! D:
Liechtenstein - LilyMod
She froze. All Lily could do was watch with wide eyes – even when the brunet being chased shouted for her to run. The whistling of the mechanical steeds was what finally made her move - though it was more pressing her back against the brick face of one of the shops instead of running away. There was something that made her stay. A voice whispering to her. Something that Lily could not explain, but still listened too.
That same voice was that pushed her into moving, hurrying away from the scene and into the alley she’d seen the brunet man crawl into. It wasn’t hard to find him; all she had to do was follow the trail of blood.
Stomach twisting at the sight she tucked her hair behind her ears. Calling to the man as she followed the trail. ”Ha-Hallo? Um, do you need help?” If that hadn’t been the stupidest question ever. ”I have a first aid kit.”
She halted when she found the man behind the barrels and… And couldn’t help but take a step back. Not as a result of the blood though.
Tilting her head to the side she couldn’t help but blink at the familiarity she felt… Something that made no sense and she quickly pushed it aside because now wasn’t the time. Still it was perplexing.
Portugal - PortxPort
Her question caught him off-guard. Why was he being so nice to her? That was a question indeed. There was just something about her – he could say - something familiar. There was a desire, no a need, to watch over her. To protect her. The nagging feeling that he’d failed before. He had lost her but… But that made no sense. Today was the first day they had ever met. Shrugging he offered her an almost nervous smile. ”To be honest? You remind me of someone.”
Who that someone was would be another question entirely. One he’d worry about later.
When she asked to write a note to her captain he nodded. Grateful that he carried a notepad and pen in his back pocket as he handed them over. As she wrote he leaned against the opposite wall thinking of a plan. The fact that there was such a young girl on a pirate ship had spread across the base, but not everyone knew what she looked like so theoretically getting her off the base could be easier then he originally thought…
Of course if she vanished when he was supposed to escort her back to her cell then it wouldn’t be too difficult to figure out what happened. Meaning he had to take her back to her cell regardless and come back later. Something that would be difficult. Doable but difficult.
When she handed him the letter he nodded, tucking it into his pocket and promising to deliver it as soon as he could.
”I still have to take you back to your cell.” He spoke in a low-voice, cautious of potential ease droppers. ”If I don’t it would be suspicious. If you’re willing though… I can help you sneak out later tonight and get you on a privateer ship I’m being transferred too.” [/color][/quote] Australia - BoxingxKangaroo Rolling his eyes James listened to the anticipated screaming. Followed up by the usual remark that he was completely useless, a remark James would never admit stung a lot more then Sydney could ever imagine. Because there was a grain of truth to it. Okay a lot of grains. He really was pretty useless if he couldn’t find a job to support them. The constant reminders weren’t helping his confidence either.
Instead of revealing any of that he snorted. ”Gettin’ into a fight is a bit of the opposite of being a wuss ankle-biter. Plus, you got cotton in your ears? I’m gonna go back first thing in the morning. It’s not like I’m giving up. Sheesh!”
That didn’t help the situation and soon he was rubbing the spot she had kicked. Trying to ignore the constant chant of ‘stupid’. Well yeah. He wasn’t that smart. She didn’t need to remind him every time he messed up.
If she was excepting an apology though (and she probably was) she wasn’t getting one. He was doing his best – whether she believed him or not. So far he’d done everything he could to make things bearable. Had given her his share of food while lying and saying he wasn’t hungry, given her the itchy blanket when the nights were cold, stayed up those nights making sure the fire stayed lit or if they were in a not so safe area to make sure they’d remain safe, always tried to keep an upbeat attitude even when he was ready to tear out his hair. Of course why did it matter? Damn brat didn’t know or didn’t care.
… But of course she didn’t know. She was a kid. She was at her limits and with a sigh he opened his mouth prepared to apologize for the billionth time for his failure.
Only to watch her run off and feel his stomach drop. ”Sydney! Sydney wait!” He was up in a flash, running after her and barely pausing to grab Bruce. [/color][/quote]
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Post by Im Yong Soo~! on Sept 1, 2012 17:36:06 GMT -8
ModsOIKYK: -slides on in-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.”Yong Soo bounced back as the Italian emerged, a surprised grin flickering across his face as he airily fluttered his sleeves. Wow, what a friendly looking face! “It was no troub-oof!” the Korean cut off as the other’s head bopped against him. It was a light hit, but that didn’t change the fact that the Mediterranean’s head was surprisingly heavy! Yong Soo edged back further, rubbing his sternum slightly as he watched the Italian try to wriggle his way out of the barrel. He couldn’t help smiling a bit at how silly looking the other’s attempts were, even as he winced sympathetically at the tanned boy’s pained noises. ‘Wow, talk about helpless,’[/i] he thought frankly, ‘he’s gonna get himself hurt at this rate.’“Do you want any help, da ze?” Yong Soo asked, chuckling a little and opening his arms to help steady the barrel. The offer came a bit too late, however, as the barrel teetered and lurched over to the right, connecting to the ground with a heavy “CRACK!” Yong Soo jumped back in alarm, before hastily bustling to crouch at the other’s side. “Aigo, that looked like it hurt!” he cried out, trying to hold the man steady so he didn’t roll into anything. “You okay?”After insuring that the brunet’s skull was still intact and helping him sit up, the Korean spared a look at the bruised tomatoes. Most of them were busted, and Yong Soo cringed again in sympathy. “Bad luck, da ze,” he murmured quietly, patting the Mediterranean in consolation. “Was that your lunch?”Given the fact that the Italian had to steal them, the Korean couldn’t help but wonder if it was more than that. [/quote] IsaroqQorsuk--GreenlandInuk 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 still need to fix that. ;;
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Post by Principality Of Wy on Sept 1, 2012 18:48:34 GMT -8
Poor Luddy! Anyone wanna do a thread with him? Andorra (microandorra) "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked, quite bluntly. There really was no reason for it, except maybe he was just a super nice guy. While that could be the case, it seemed that he was putting himself at risk the way he talked. If so, why help her at all?
Did he feel the nagging sense of familiarity as well?
"Uhm, could I ask you one more favour? Before we go? I'd like...to write my captain a note...to apologize and...hope that I will see him again," she asked this while shuffling her feet and looking at the ground.
Luckily, Afonso did comply. He handed her a note pad and a pen. She sat down against the wall, and scribbled her letter as fast as she could.
Dear Captain,
I don't know if this will give you any comfort, or help you at all. But I found a way out of this place. But sir, I am lost. I know it's what I have to do, but I have to leave you and everyone behind. What can I say to you that will justify my actions?
I cannot in good conscious just simply forget. Meeting you and the crew was...is one of the happiest moments of my life. You taught me adventure and that strength is something only you can measure for yourself. But I am lost sir...because I don't know what will happen to you. I am told it is unlikely that they will kill you, because you are not a huge offender. I am praying that they will let you go.
You know how much I need to continue on. To find the treasure. I hope that my assumption that you would tell me to go is correct. So please, forgive me, but I am going. Please tell everyone that I will never forget them, and that you and the rest, are always in my thoughts. Thank you for everything, and I pray that I will meet you again.
Anaïs Castillo
She wiped away some newly formed tears, and handed the letter to Afonso. He tucked it away in his pocket, and they left to implement the first step of the plan. Whatever it was. 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. Slovenia (slovenianwitch) She nodded when he offered to move the body, stepping back as Inuk hauled the corpse over his shoulder. When he left, she wandered back to her patient. His eyes were only half open, and his breathing was shallow. She gave his cheek a few rough pats, to keep him alert and awake. She checked his wound. The fabric was stained a deep red now, and it would not last as a bandage for long. She hoped the mole was on his way back, she preferred to sew him up using actual medical supplies. The last thing she wanted was another dead patient on her hands.
A small shiver ran down her spine. The blood amount of her current patient did not even compare to the one she lost. It was just red, red, red everywhere, dripping and running down the table. All over her hands and splattered across her torso. Red, red and failure. Of course it was hard to disturb Danica with gore, she had seen plenty of face mutilations, exposed bones, and burns while barely batting an eyelash. But it was that endless pool of red and the stares of dozens of onlookers that was always in the back of her mind, slowly driving her crazy.
No mistakes this time. She wouldn't allow it.
She was relieved to see Inuk's face, even though he was only gone for a few minutes. Whenever she lost herself in those thoughts, she always had to dive into a book to keep her mind off it. Luckily, it seemed his presence managed the same, for now at the very least.
She began to braid her hair, after rolling her sleeve up and grabbing a small band around her arm. "I may need your help with him," she said, smiling, nodding towards the injured man. Also, what to do with the other two goons? Help would be appreciated with those two, but she was certain he was already itching to deal with gunman after he plunged the gun into his temple. "And this and that," she said, hoping she wasn't too subtle, but enough to keep gunman nice and ignorant. She finished her braid with a small tug of the band.
All three of them turned their heads toward the door in response to a small, disgusted yell. She guessed moleman was back, and discovered his friend's body. Inuk seemed pleased with himself about it, which made Danica snort softly and roll her eyes.
Moleman returned, looking rather disheveled and glaring at everyone. He set her bag down in front of her, scowling. She suppressed a chuckle, and picked it up. It was time to start.
She kneeled in front of the injured man, rummaging through her bag. It was nice to hold her supplies with a purpose, not to mention she missed her sedatives. The hour she spent apart from them was simply unbearable. She snapped on a pair of gloves, then found the small needle of morphine and stabbed it into his flesh. The pain relief was immediate, as the injured man's face melted into a calm, almost serene expression.
She quickly put the morphine away, and brought out the disinfectant. She removed the fabric from his wound and dabbed the liquid all over it. After that, she brought out the string and needle. Obviously, this part was the most interesting for bystandards, as the goons crowded over to get a better look. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes again, but she ignored them. Cutting off the string, she threaded the needle and dipped it in the disinfectant. Then she went to work.
Back in school, Danica was known for her endless knowledge of sicknesses and treatments, but she was also known for her precise needlework. The jokes about her being a woman didn't apply to her expertise; needlework in the medical field was completely and utterly different than the normal needlework. Her stitches were tight and almost invisible, but they never came apart. Not only that, but she was quick. This time it was no different. She stitched up the injured man like an expert violinist played the violin.
She snipped the excess thread away, pleased at her work. She put the needle and thread away, replacing it with gauze and bandages. "Inuk, I need you to sit him up," she said, only adding a "please," as an afterthought. When Inuk lifted the injured man, she immediately placed the gauze on the wound, then wrapped the bandages around him tightly. She sat back, eyeing him up and down. That was as much as she could do, at least in this situation. Now to deal with the other two issues.
She knew she could take down at least one of them, they were both close and a tad distracted by relief. Moleman was closest to her, so he would have to do. Besides, Inuk had a bone to pick with Gunman.
She reached into her bag and brought out a sedative. Curious, moleman asked, "What is that for?"
"It's a medicine that will make his skin meld together to help him heal faster," she lied.
"Really??"
She frowned. "No." Then she plunged the sedative into his neck. Wy (wytheartist) She giggled at Bruce, who after getting bathed looked like a large drowned rat. Bruce shot her a disgusted look, flattening his sopping ears against his flat fur.
Her smile didn't last.
"Are you KIDDING?!" she screamed, her nostrils flaring. "A fight? A fight, really! That's your excuse for bein' a complete wuss and bein' completely useless?" She kicked him a few times, while yelling "stupid, stupid, stupid!"
She stamped her foot harshly, clenched her fists, keeping her arms tight at her sides. Her face was a deep red, and began grinding her teeth in fury. For a few seconds she waited for a reply from him; anything, an apology, an excuse. But her anger flared at the possible things he could say. She pounded her temples with her balled fists. "No no, augh, no, I don't want to hear it, I'm done listening to you. Done!"
She turned away from him, stomping her feet. "I'm gonna find my own job! I don't need you and yer ineptitude!" She then broke into a run. |
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 8, 2012 12:16:17 GMT -8
(haven't posted anything since the last AC. Something that I plan on fixing on my next days off XD;) 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 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 Feliciano Vargas on Sept 9, 2012 15:08:46 GMT -8
SORRY I'M LATE I'M STILL HERE PROMISE!
anyway posted this today.
Feliciano stared at the tomatoes that lay about him in shock and disbelief. This couldn’t be possible, he had tried so hard, worked so hard for this. More than he ever had in his entire life and in one small moment his tomatoes were taken from him. He could feel tears pricking at the sides of his eyes as he searched for one that could have survived the fall.
“Si… that was…” He lifted up what was left of one of the tomatoes watching the mess ooze through his fingers. A sob escaped his mouth as salty tears fell dampening the Korean’s sleeve. His empty stomach gave a rumble reminding him of the hunger he could never get rid of without the tomatoes that now littered the ground could somehow fix themselves.
Feliciano rubbed his eyes, trying to get the tears away, the Korean man had already saved him once and he seemed nice. Feliciano clasped his hands together in front of him, “I’m so sorry but I’m really, really hungry! Can I have some food, please! I’ll do anything, anything, I’m just so hungry and you look really nice so you wouldn’t mind buying me food would you? It would make me really happy ve~! And I wouldn’t bother you anymore if that’s what you want! I mean I don’t have any money or anything, but I could pay you back later sometime really I could, promise!”
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She froze. All Lily could do was watch with wide eyes – even when the brunet being chased shouted for her to run. The whistling of the mechanical steeds was what finally made her move - though it was more pressing her back against the brick face of one of the shops instead of running away. There was something that made her stay. A voice whispering to her. Something that Lily could not explain, but still listened too.
Her question caught him off-guard. Why was he being so nice to her? That was a question indeed. There was just something about her – he could say - something familiar. There was a desire, no a need, to watch over her. To protect her. The nagging feeling that he’d failed before. He had lost her but… But that made no sense. Today was the first day they had ever met. Shrugging he offered her an almost nervous smile. ”To be honest? You remind me of someone.”
Rolling his eyes James listened to the anticipated screaming. Followed up by the usual remark that he was completely useless, a remark James would never admit stung a lot more then Sydney could ever imagine. Because there was a grain of truth to it. Okay a lot of grains. He really was pretty useless if he couldn’t find a job to support them. The constant reminders weren’t helping his confidence either. 
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