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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2006 20:42:18 GMT
".." I fold my arms "but shes your guest. Just shuve 'er in the brig."
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Post by Nikki on Aug 12, 2006 20:57:48 GMT
All the while I am watching attentively. They seem oblivious (or probably just don't care) that I'm standing right there. I wait for Jack's reply; I'm certain that whatever he needs me for will have to be answered soon.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:11:26 GMT
"Fine. Then shuve 'er in the brig already." I tell her, gesturing wildly.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2006 21:14:50 GMT
"whatever you say, captain." I step forward, grabbing the girl's arm bef ore pulling her back to the pearl.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 12, 2006 21:15:17 GMT
I feel the heat in my forehead; not from embarrassment. Just a touch of anger rises in me. . .and I'm sure it touches my eyes. My mother used to swear I was possessed when I was angry, and that had happened often. My stare even scared my father, a slave trader. . .used to torture and pain.
I had found my only weapon; now only to use it wisely.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:16:43 GMT
I notice the girls eyes flaring with anger - fire and ice at the same time.. It nearly brings an appreciating smile to my features. So there's life in said creature after all.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2006 21:20:17 GMT
once we get to the pearl i promptly take her deep down into the brigs..
"welcome to yer new home." I push her in the door and lock it behind her
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Post by Nikki on Aug 12, 2006 21:23:13 GMT
I try to penetrate Jack's thoughts. I see many things in his eyes; amusement, surprise, and something that seems strangely like pride.
Now I feel like I'm on fire. "You unimaginable b@stard," I hiss at him, all while I'm being led by his female friend to the dank conditions of the brig.
(Whoops. . .we posted at the same time, lol.)
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 21:40:26 GMT
As she's lead away a smirk comes to my features. "Always glad to be at service." I mumble, though it's mostly just to myself. I pick up my duties again and continue my work as if nothing happened.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 12, 2006 21:47:43 GMT
I sit in my cell, in a puddle of water about a foot deep. God knows what's in it, but I find myself not caring. Tears roll down my face, dripping into the puddle, not even corrupting it. Salt water is salt water, whether it's from the ocean or my own tantrum. An hour later, I clear my tears, taking in surroundings. I notice something wrong about the cell door; it's open, just a crack. I could've swore the girl had locked it, but then again, anger had been fogging my judgment. I pushed it open and climbed the stairs. "The lock is busted," I announce to everyone, just for something to do. Hey, they brought me here. . .now they have to put up with me.
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