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Post by Daz on Dec 6, 2007 22:35:18 GMT
When Jack moves past me I can just feel his presense. I don't know what it is about him, but his ego is just so big that it seems to escape his figure, like an aroma of self-importance that hits you in the face everytime he comes close.
I don't want to pay attention to it. I want all that im feeling inside to disappear. This loathing of his arrogant personality mixed with such other powerful.. emotions.. that shouldnt be within me. It's wrong...
and it sends shivers down my spine.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2007 8:18:46 GMT
When I fall asleep that night, I dream about *her*. Not Cassandra, of course, but the girl that was so much like her.. the girl that slipped away from me -from life itself- because she never learnt to defend herself. The girl that I had to consider 'lost' forever. Who I never bothered to help.
Waking the next morning, I feel like not getting up for the first time since long.
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Post by Daz on Dec 7, 2007 13:58:51 GMT
When I wake up, I realise ive overslept (...as always)
The rest of the crew are updecks, I can hear their footsteps. Slowly, I rise and stretch a little, looking around the place, not really noticing Jack, because I would never expect him to be here.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2007 15:26:29 GMT
When she stirs I glance over, observing her as she gets out of her hammock.
She even looks like 'r.
The damned wench.
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Post by Daz on Dec 7, 2007 15:54:52 GMT
I clear my throat a little before glancing over at Jack s he moves..
I frown.
"What are you doing down here?"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2007 17:49:15 GMT
"Practicing my somersaults." I state sarcasticallyl.
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Post by Daz on Dec 7, 2007 20:59:19 GMT
I frown even more, because i'm really not a humourous person.
".. alright." My shoulders shrug and I continue to the galley to get some bread.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 8, 2007 9:25:32 GMT
Bloody idiot. I think grumpily.
"How's yer arm?" I say as she leaves, loud enough for her to hear though. After all, after actually holding a sword last night I wouldn't be surprised if it caused her muscles to ache.
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Post by Daz on Dec 8, 2007 13:29:22 GMT
"My arm?" I look back at him as I continue down the galley.. "I dunno. It's fine, I guess." "How's yours?"  |
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Post by Jacky on Dec 9, 2007 11:24:04 GMT
I smirk, "Perfect."
As she disappears I sit up in the hammock, knowing I really should get up.
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