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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 9:12:55 GMT
I look at her for another moment and sit down. I keep looking at her, without saying anything. Im not that good in conversations..
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Post by Myra on Jun 26, 2006 9:13:59 GMT
*smiles and touches his beard* well well, ye dont mind if i'd be sittin' here for a moment, captain? *rough but gentle voice, but lowers the tone* my name's asad rampal, tradesman. and i'd like to, erm, talk to ye about some... business *a bit uneasily glances over to the two women sitting close to Sparrow*
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Post by Lyz on Jun 26, 2006 9:18:22 GMT
Wait? How can she say that? Only minutes ago she told me we had to leave.. directly! And now she wants to wait?
Although I don't understand the hell of it, I decide to do what she says and keep quiet. If we have to travel together, I guess I have to trust her on her actions a little more. I drop myself back in the chair again and let my hand rest on my pocket. Feeling the parcel inside it makes me feel secure. I look at the Francesca questioning, hoping she will explain to me why she changed plan again.
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Post by kayui on Jun 26, 2006 9:22:40 GMT
I look away from her. Her staring is creeping me out, I rest my elbows on the table and cover my eyes with my hands. The bottle next to me on the table rocks hollowly side to side. "what do you want?" i manage to mumble.
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Post by Myra on Jun 26, 2006 9:23:07 GMT
(this rp is currently a bit confusing :crazy: , but maybe that's just me )
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 9:26:33 GMT
I can't help it but grin ".. actually nothing" I tell the girl. "whats your name?"
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Post by kayui on Jun 26, 2006 9:31:35 GMT
I let a small laugh escape. My name. No one had asked me that for a while. I decided to use the name i'd made for myself since those few months ago. "My name's Dark." I look at her, "and yours is...?"
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 9:36:31 GMT
Dark.. most likely not her real name, but many people make up names for themselves these days, so it aint that weird. "Ana.." I tell her my name
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Post by kayui on Jun 26, 2006 9:40:05 GMT
I nod and start thinking. Ana... I had a maid called Ana. I shake my head to rid my brain of thoughts, my short messy hair gets even messier. I yawn and look down at my empty bottle.
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Post by Hannah on Jun 26, 2006 9:45:52 GMT
I look at the bottle and then at the girl "where do you come from?"
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