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Post by Lisa on May 3, 2010 20:55:46 GMT
Loud feet slammed against the cobblestone road. The rain poured down all around her as she ran as if for her life. She thanked god for the rain; If anyone were to see her they'd have no way of knowing that she was crying. Finally out of breath and weak, she stopped and looked in the direction she had come from.
Poor little thirteen year old Astoria Descoudres had just gotten the news that her mother has been dead for over a week. It wasn't the first time that her mother didn't return home for a long period of time, so she didn't think anything of it. But now she knew that she would never see her mother again. She wasn't sure if she was more upset about that simple fact, or the fact that she wasn't to upset her mother was gone at all. Growing up Astorias mother wasn't very pleasant. She was an angry drunk and prostituting made her even more angry. The only thing her mother ever gave her was a horrible nickname - Asty - and bruises and scares.
Thinking back on her dark past, Astoria slumped down in the sand at the beach where she had ran to from her house, buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on May 3, 2010 23:25:46 GMT
Captain Jack Sparrow stumbled about Tortuga being his usual self: drunk. The Black Pearl had docked that evening. While his crew members headed for the bars for the rum and salty wenches, he headed straight for his favorite tavern. He spent the evening drinking rum and telling stories of his adventures at sea to his lovely lady friends, Giselle and Scarlet.
At the moment, Jack was looking for a place to sleep. When it started raining he knew it was time to get back to his ship. He stumbled back to the Black Pearl in the wrong direction. Instead of reaching the ship, he found himself instead at some beach.
"Now w-where's that bloody ship?" he slurred.
Jack looked around the beach. There was no dock or ships. Just miles of ocean ahead of him. He saw something lying on the beach a few feet away from him. He was too drunk to see it clearly. Jack took a few steps until he passed out on the beach.
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Post by Lisa on May 4, 2010 0:16:39 GMT
Astoria sat there for some time, vaguely aware of her surroundings-- Which was highly uncharacteristic for someone like her. She was always the type to keep her eyes open and her ears listening. One can never be to safe in Tortuga. Especially a thirteen year old girl who walks the streets selling oranges just to pay the rent and put some food in her stomach. Astoria had to grow up before she ever had the chance to be a kid.
Now, Astoria wasn't only happy about the rain because it masked her tears, she also enjoyed it because it made her feel like a child. Most people run from the rain where as Astoria runs into the rain.
After some time she seen a man in the distance walking towards her -- No, stumbling. He seemed to be drunk. But when he fell to the ground, she thought it was something more; she thought he was dead. She stared, contemplating for a while, before slowly moving towards him. When she finally reached him she nudged him with her boot. . . He didn't wake up and she was sure he was dead. Carefully, she stuck a finger in a few of his pockets until she came across a small coin purse, pulled it out and stuck it into her own pocket. "Wont do ya any good now will it?" She mumbled as she rose and began walking away.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on May 4, 2010 0:53:55 GMT
Jack felt someone kicking him while he was trying to sleep.
Who is that? he wondered. Go away!
He tried to ignore whoever was with him. Jack felt someone's hands on him. Someone started searching him. He thought they wouldn't find anything on him, but he was wrong. Jack heard his coins in a pouch jingling.
"Wont do ya any good now will it?" he heard a girl say.
Just as she walked away, Jack lifted his hand and grabbed the girl by the ankle.
"Oy", he said. "Just where do ya think yer off to? It's not very nice taking other people's affects."
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Post by Lisa on May 4, 2010 1:08:39 GMT
For the first time Astoria felt a little happier. She needed this little bit of money - actually she needed a lot of money, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. But she only got a few steps away before she felt something clutch her left ankle and pull her to the ground.
Crap. . She thought He aint dead!
Quickly she swung her right foot around and kicked him in the ribs. She leaned over and pulled a switch blade from her left boot, crawled up to him so she was practically laying on top of him and held it to his throat. "I thought you were dead." She said in a low, almost dangerous tone -- A tone you defiantly wouldn't expect to hear from a thirteen year old girl. "Don' try 'nething with me, sir, or I reckon that thought'll become a reality."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on May 4, 2010 22:44:08 GMT
Jack gasped for breath after the girl kicked him.
"Dead?" he asked. "How can someone think that I, Captain Jack Sparrow be dead?"
His vision cleared up, so he finally got a good look at the girl. She had long black hair. Her eyes were red and puffy. Jack could tell she was crying. He saw the knife in her hand. He quickly grabbed her hand.
"That's not very nice", Jack pointed out. "Now why don't you put that away, love? Give dear old Jack those lovely coins, 'nd we'll talk about why you've been cryin' , eh?"
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Post by Lisa on May 5, 2010 0:02:35 GMT
Listening to everything he said she went speechless for a moment. First of all, Who in the hell is Jack Sparrow and why would it be that surprising if he was dead? Second, How did this Jack Sparrow know that she was crying? And third, did he honestly think she was just going to give him the coin purse back and talk about her feelings? Fat chance. Something like that would only happen in a world of unicorns and rainbows.
Astoria let out a small humorless laugh. "My apologies Cap'n, but do I look like the 'sharing and caring' type to you?" She muttered.
Of course she had no idea what she was going to do next-- Astoria wasn't exactly a killer, and if she just tried getting up and walking away with his coins, he'd most likely shoot her with the pistol she could feel at his waist.
((ooc-- So I'm thinking this should be pre CotBP, that way he's not like twenty years older then her or something like that. . . . Perhaps before the mutiny? . . . Or maybe even right after? . . What do you think?)) |
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Post by Barbossa's girl on May 5, 2010 2:12:56 GMT
ooc: yeah, he should be young. sometime before the muntiny. hmm, he was in his early 40s in the first movie. how old do you want him to be?
bic: "Looks can be decieving, eh love?" Jack answered. "Things aren't always what they seem."
He slowly let go of the girl's hand.
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Post by Lisa on May 5, 2010 2:28:09 GMT
((ooc-- It doesn't matter to me. Since your playing him you can choose how old he is  ))
She made a funny face at his answer. . . And a little at the smell of his breath. Well what was she to do now? Sure he let go of her hand, and he was being quite nice about the situation but that didn't mean he'd let her get away with his money.
Not to mention his comment annoyed her a bit. "And wha's that 'sposta mean?" She said, this time in an annoyed tone, rather then the dangerous one. Just who does he think is? She thought as she clenched her jaw and held the knife closer to his throat.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on May 5, 2010 17:52:26 GMT
ooc: uhh... how about 21 or somewhere around there?
Bic: Jack looked at the knife. He knew the girl didn't have it in her to kill him.
"So why have you been cry, love?" he asked. "I can tell. Yer eyes are red from crying."
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