| angry little boys |
[Apr. 16th, 2013|12:54 am] |
[[ shortly after ]]
| Having grown up on tales (be they true or otherwise) of pirates, Ghost’s very own boatswain had brought with him onto the ship all those years ago every expectation imaginable. Within a week, it’d become all too evident that sometimes, ( tales were just tales. ) | |
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| my fair lady. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2013|11:51 pm] |
[ set some days after this ]
The sun was out, threatening to blind as it often was, but it hid behind a veil of clouds, peering out from time to time. There were no high winds, only teasing breezes, and the water rippled as calmly as usual. All in all, a more than decent day to relax. A day to say "fuck it", abandon all duties, ( and live freely for a few hours. ) |
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| the runaway. |
[Oct. 17th, 2012|12:59 am] |
When Jack was four and the world was nothing but captivating, he lived freely, without doubts to weigh him down and deep thoughts to plague him. A life without struggle, without pain, without all that the world suffered. An easy life.
( A life someone deserved, but would never have. ) |
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| five years. |
[Oct. 14th, 2012|07:26 am] |
Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't anticipate being as long as he was, and apparently there was commotion of a plausible venture out east. He snorted; he just came back from Emberlay. Surely people noticed that the medic, of all people, was missing from the crew. He hoped otherwise.
He opened the door, finding a rather unsettling surprise to see his chair was kicked over. His papers were messed up as well, scattered all over the floor. ( Well, someone was pissed. ) |
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| so two blondes walk into a tavern. |
[Oct. 14th, 2012|03:10 am] |
If you can speak her Captain's name
He was obsessing over those words. Tucked in a corner of the Shadow Cellar, he watched with calm glances the people that milled around him. The day had been kind to him and after paying for a round for those that were still standing, he retreated to a corner to contemplate how miserable those same people were. A faint smile played across his lips as he drank, idly shuffling cards, flipping them; giving his hands something to do. He was foregoing tellings that evening, in no mood to sit beside the ship ( that had ensnared his thoughts. ) |
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| the art of being an idiot. |
[Oct. 12th, 2012|11:07 pm] |
five years ago.
Carlos was an impressive one.
He had been aboard Ghost for at least several months. He had been recruited through the Akslepain, scouted to be a medic for a traveling ship. He had sat on the offer, wanting to talk to his expectant wife and two children at the time, after they had opened their marriage for their sake. It scared him, to be so far from home, to be so close to where his father was. But nothing ventured, nothing gained, ( as the saying went. ) |
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| reinforce it. |
[Oct. 10th, 2012|10:43 pm] |
Certain drinks, Jack had learned long ago, at an age when most youngins didn't even consider the existence of alcohol, had a tang to them that lingered in the throat, like a residue that was impossible to erase. But over the years, he'd understood drinking was never for the taste, or the company it brought. It was the way the world grew ever so hazy, how everything dimmed and seemed less important by the second.
He also understood that he would be knee-deep in alchoholism if it weren't for Ghost. His mug hit the table hard, but not on purpose.
( So are you going to share about the Warden, or do I have to ask? ) |
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| cat and mouse |
[Oct. 5th, 2012|01:17 am] |
Belorien was a wonderful city, on a superficial level. There was people, culture, and variety. It was a mixing pot of ethnicities and experiences, amongst other things. To a man like Carlos? There were too many people, too many distractions, and all he wanted to do was leave after going by the Guild, but he knew better than to bitch and moan at his captain and took a more productive route: replenishing supplies.
He had a lot to carry at the end of his excursion. He had considered investing in a bag of some sort but that would've been a huge blow to his masculinity, if it existed. So, he chose to precariously juggle his load instead. He did it with live humans growing up, the second of six, so he could do it with rather expensive medical supplies.
The cobblestones were grey. It was midday but the heavy, dark rain clouds ]suggested it was time for a summer shower. Joy. And Carlos had no coat or means of keeping dry. He'd just have to hot foot it-
Rrr-
The sound of thunder gave him an ( extremely small window of opportunity. ) |
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| el libro de sangre. |
[Oct. 1st, 2012|10:54 pm] |
[ warning for a sensitive topic ljhsljs ]
( Her name was Fiamma. ) |
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| [ ANNOUNCE ] |
[Sep. 14th, 2012|04:07 pm] |
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The community is officially open. Please excuse the dust-- we will count this as a soft opening. The community does not yet have a layout and we are still receiving applications on a daily basis. Sometime next week, we'll do an official announcement of all characters. But for now, proceed as normal and happy posting!
Please note! For the community we would appreciate it if you would tag your posts with the first names of the characters involved and also place a warning before your cut if there is smut afoot.
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