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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 19:05:59 GMT
I shrug, not able to contradict such a thing, now am I? I wait to see whether she continues. It's always good to know who the person in front of you is, it gives you a certain advantage that you can use. Or abuse. Either.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 27, 2006 20:44:44 GMT
"I don't believe you'd want me to go into detail on that." I blushed slightly, turning away from him.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 20:57:53 GMT
"I see." I half-agree with her, diverting my gaze from her figure to the ocean with a little effort. I'm still curious about her. About much more than she's telling. I don't know why, but I have this feeling that there's much more to this girl than what meets the eye. Much more than I even dare to assume.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 27, 2006 21:16:00 GMT
He's no doubt wondering about me. And I, in turn, am wondering why he cares at all. I'm not useful in any way.
I don't mean to scare him, but I find myself wanting to tell more and more. "I'm one eighth slave," I said slowly. "It doesn't show. But sometimes. . ." I try to breathe, because I know this is not something to be told. "Sometimes I know things. I don't know how. Like a sixth sense. And since nothing really ever happened while I was on that island, my sense was dulled." I had a slight smirk. "It was annoying to know some things that were going to happen in books before I'd read them. But it only happens sometimes, when I least expect it."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 21:21:44 GMT
It doesn't scare me. Not for now, at least. I turn to look at her, my curiousity fuelled just a little more.. I'm not a very superstitious man, but I know not to doubt undead walking pirates or such, so I never deny the existance of anything queer. Including a 'sense', as she mentions it. All I do is tilt my head to the side a little and curiously glance at her. "Ye see.. the future?" I question her skills.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 27, 2006 21:28:54 GMT
He sounds like he believes me. I'm a bit startled by that. . .it takes a moment before I can answer his question. "Not normally. It's very hard to explain, more like. . .just a notion. Only stronger. And always right." It was my turn for the golden grin. "And it's random. There is no pattern, I can't tell when it's going to happen, just. . .something will let me know that 'this is going to happen'."
I gauge his reaction, wondering if I should continue. "And I seem to know people better. I can just tell."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 21:35:15 GMT
I lean against the railing, my eyes now fixed on her again. I give her the slightest grin when she smiles. That smile alone seems to take some tension from her features, and makes her a lot more pleasent to be looking at. She should do that more often.
Though as she mentions the last, I raise an eyebrow sceptically. "Ye know people better, eh?" I question. "Enlighten me. How about my person?" I grin
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Post by Nikki on Aug 27, 2006 21:51:50 GMT
"There's alot to you, Jack Sparrow. I'm still trying to figure most of you out. There are only a few things I'm certain of at the moment." I smile shyly, trying not to look like I'm leading him on, although I'm aware in my subconscious that I probably am.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 21:57:03 GMT
I give her a appreciative smirk "Go on" I encourage her.
(gtg! Hope to cya soon XX)
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Post by Nikki on Aug 27, 2006 22:49:15 GMT
I laugh at his cleverness. "Some people are not meant to know things. You seem to be one of them."
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