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Post by Nikki on Dec 27, 2006 14:03:41 GMT
(Ah have fun  ) Looking up at him, my heart still gives an involuntary splutter, distracting me a bit for all that's worth. But upon tilting my head, I catch a whiff of a strange perfume. . .a scent that I would be better off not knowing the existence of. "It was her, wasn't it? Goddammit, that girl has a problem." |
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Post by Jacky on Dec 28, 2006 23:20:29 GMT
Jack: I pick up the book she chucked at me and open it, sorta reading through one of the pages without registering anything in particular. "And you only just noticed?" I look aside and smirk a little. "I'm honestly amazed."
Cassandra: As I head to my cabin, my thoughts go back to the more hateful side of things. I frown at the very thought of that 'horizon' convosation with Jack. urgh
I sit on my bed, knees against my chest, biting my lip anxiously.
I wanna go talk to him again.
No I dont.
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Jack: I look back to the horizon, and subconciously reach for the ring on my left hand again. I turn it twice, then catch myself doing it and stop again instantly.
I know she noticed it. She knows I still have it, which shouldn't surprise her too much anyway. But for a moment I wonder whether she still has mine.
I should ask 'r.
...No I shouldn't
Bet she does, anyhow. Tha' li'll b!tch wouldn't give away anything shiney.
Cassandra: My lip starts to bleed as I bite down on it harder. I dont care.
I glance around the cabin and then above me, where I know Jack is most probably standing. With her.
landlubber
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Post by Nikki on Dec 29, 2006 1:44:38 GMT
"That little rat whore!" The scent of her perfume is making me want to gag, but I bite my tongue to stop the reflex. And it's not only that that's triggering the nausea. . .I can tell she's getting to Jack. In more ways than one.
Of course she would. Cassandra probably has everything I don't. Well. . .glancing over at Jack, I remember that I can't claim ownership to him, either.
"I thought we were to let go of our pasts, eh?" I state a bit more gently.
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Post by Ans on Dec 29, 2006 20:30:47 GMT
Ironical as it is, I let go of that ring on my left hand as if in response to her question. I turn to glance at her. "You're not honestly thinking twice 'bout Cassandra, are ye?" I grin slightly, like I'm amused by her jealousy.. eventhough I'm not sure how misplaced it really is. "As you so perfectly state it, that 'little rat wh0re' is here for only one reason, and you know said reason perfectly well."
With that reassurement I get up and walk up the few steps towards the helm, announcing the topic as finished before she can even mention anything else anymore.
Cassandra wouldn't come close to deserve such credit as envy.
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Post by Nikki on Dec 29, 2006 22:03:28 GMT
Although pursuing him, I lighten up a bit, seeing as he's not happy about the subject. "Relax." (Except maybe I should be the one relaxing here. . .but he honestly must not see the way she looks at him, it's enough to make one sick).
The blood is rushing to my head from anger, and I start to feel just a touch lightheaded, so I lean against something nonchalantly for support. I hate to show signs of weakness around him anymore.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 30, 2006 16:13:07 GMT
"I am. Perfectly." I assure her with a shrug. I put a hand on the wheel and let it slide down to one of the handles. The hand folds around it, as I divert my gaze to Rae. And I grin at her.
"Though I'm not entirely sure what's crawled up your @ss t' make you so tense." I eye her curiously.
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Post by Nikki on Dec 30, 2006 16:47:39 GMT
I'm not exactly sure what to say to that, so I look past him to the horizon. Indeed I haven't been feeling all that hot lately, but it's not like I'm about to say that. "I don't know. I think I'm gonna turn in. 'Night." Unsuccessfully trying to hide a troubled look, I leave without waiting for an answer.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 30, 2006 16:55:04 GMT
I watch her walk towards the cabin, quite curiously. I don't know exactly why she's so wary..
Ah, I guess it's just another bad side-effect that comes with Cassandra's presence. She's got a knack for making things worse. Annoying wench that she is.
I look at the darkening sky and muse about it. How often have I cursed her to hell? And how often have I lied about said curses..?
I can still smell that particular perfume, that I know betrayed her presence to Rae. And I smirk
I only retreat to the cabin hours later, when it's long passed midnight.
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Post by Nikki on Dec 30, 2006 17:05:44 GMT
Now I sit in the cabin, listening to the ship's noises, and the parrot cooing sickeningly on the deckhouse. That's making me feel. . .strange.
Abruptly I feel- not only sick, but seasick.
I try to thrust it off. This never happens, has never happened to me. But then the nausea grows so awful I have to drag the extra washbin out of a cupboard and stare unseeing into its depths. At least no one was watching me be violently sick.
Raising my head, I think, "What do you say to that, little instinct?"
And then the sickness ends, as quickly as it had started. Instead I hear, deep in the hollow of my clearing, disbelieving head, that quiet voice. You don't get sick, child. Like your mother. The only time she ever threw up was when she was-
When she was carrying you.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 30, 2006 17:08:39 GMT
I push the door of the cabin open and go inside, expecting to find Rae sound asleep. When she's still up and sitting there, I frown slightly.
I chuck my coat over the back of a chair and take of my hat which I put down on the seat. "Are ye alrigh'?" I ask.
I can smell the sour scent of vomit lingering in the cabin.
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