The Fallen

The seas had been smooth sailing so far, like softly rippling glass. His hands rest on the stern as he looks out over the night waters, black as ebony, no moon in the sky. Luckily for them all he had his compass. Bad thing was every time he opened it, the damned needle pointed to what he wanted most. And right now that particular object came pale and encased in tight black latex.

"Saucy wench." He muttered under his breath as his eyes cast over the lass, standing at the bow of the boat. Her man wasn't around for a change which made him raise a brow. That was something to think about. And as he did so he took a healthy swig of rum.

The other lass was by one of the masts, as always a weapon of some sort in hand. She was a grumpy one that one. Jack didn't talk with her much, far too moody for his tastes. Chip on her shoulder, kinda like Elizabeth.

They were close to England now and were picking up a few more passengers that were swimming the channel. Leaving the stern, he walked toward the bow, holding his bottle of rum and stood beside the pale beauty. When he stood beside her he put his arm around her shoulders, fingers curling around one and smiled. "It would seem the waters are growing... difficult to navigate luv."

His eyes grew wide and he raised his free hand, point up his index finger. "But you see, I am Captain Jack Sparrow, and I have a back up plan." He gave her a proud yet seductive grin.

Who: Abigail Whistler
What: practicing
Where: On da deck
When: Sunrise.
Rating: TBD (She's a bit crabby, language could be an issue)
Status: Open

( Frustration and seasickness does not a good combination make. )

Who: Logan and Selene
What: On the open seas
Where: Nearing the pick up
When: Very early morning, still dark
Status: In progress
Rating: TBD

I'd been wandering around the ship. The whole swaying and bobbing around wasn't making it so easy for the whole sleeping thing to happen. Made me think of other motions that keep me up, which made me wonder where the hell she was. So I got up and started sniffing her out among the scents of rum, filth, salt water and dead fish. Pirates stunk. The whole lot of them.

Found her at he bow of the boat, looking sexy as all hell. The way that latex clung to her ass like that, fitting and shaping it. and those damned thighs I just wanted to sink my teeth into. Seductress and she didn't even realize it. All she needed was heeled boots and a whip. Slowly I walked up behind her, damn was she the sweetest thing my nose had smelled in a long time. My arms encircled her waist and I nuzzled her neck, growling lowly.

"Mmmm, ya hungry darlin'?" Even with the blood packs, he wondered what kinda hell this was for her, being around the incessant pulsing of blood from damn near every member on this ship.

Who: The Zeppo
Where: The stern of the deck, Port side. I'm nautical baby.
What: Morning coffee
When: Shortly after sunrise
Rating: Plan for a peaceable post, so PG-13 at worst.
Status: Open



The sloshing of the waves awoke Xander from his dreams...one of his James Bond dreams.

He was saving the world from an evil scientist bent on world domination. Why it looked like the Cheese Man from his First Slayer dream was beyond him.

He knew he wasn't getting back to sleep so he went and fixed himself a cup of coffee in his favorite mug and watched the sun continue to rise above the horizon.

Who: Naja
Where: The hideout.
What: Getting ready.
When: Afternoon
Rating: ?
Status: Open

She'd been helping pack things up they were taking along, the boat would be there in a matter of days. Naja wasn't so sure the other two could make the swim across the channel. Sitting at the table she nibbled on an apple, pondering things. Was this place they were going to real? Her head was a mess of thoughts. So much so she was having trouble focusing.

Shaking her head she got up from the table and took a shower, or at least the closest luxury to a shower they had. Didn't take her long to finish and she got dressed, sweats and a shirt. Once out in the main living area she started pacing back and forth. The place was making her feel like a caged animal and she couldn't risk another run, not so close to their departure.

Her usually wild mane of hair was slick to her scalp from the shower. Her nerves were on edge and she was starting to worry about her control among other things. The pacing was helping a little, but it probably made her look agitated. That was an understatement. Just a few more days, a few more and she'd be... on a damn boat. That idea suddenly didn't set well with her either. All she needed to do was lose control on a damn ship.

Beads of sweat trickled down her neck as she thought about the possibilities of what might or could happen. This was a nightmare.

Who: Logan
What: Settling in
Where: Crows nest o' The Pearl
When: Around midnight
Rating: Eh, who knows with him
Status: Open.. closed if not tagged ;-)

( Playing watchman... this requires booze )

Who: Abigail Whistler
What: Thinking
Where: Bow of The Pearl.
When: Late at night
Rating: TBD
Status: Open or closed it doesn't matter.

( She doesn't tend to play well with others. )

Who: Logan (open to Selene, Xander, and Abby)
What: Leaving
When: night
Where: Liberty Island
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress

( drink up me hearties )

Who: Naja
What: Coming back from a run
Where: London
When: Late evening
Rating: probably not very high PG-13 ish, maybe R for language.
Status: Open

( out for a run )

Who: Xander and Selene
What: Coffee
Where: Stats below, but we're going up
When: Morning before the meeting with Jack
Rating: Friendly talk so in case of strong language is used PG-13


Xander was never one to break a promise. Usually...there was one time, but the fate of the world was at stake so he had to lie. Big one. But this was not such the case.

After an invigorating work with Selene, he agreed to have coffee in the morning sun. Something that was hardly ever done these days, but he agreed, and they would be safe.

Probably.

Either way, they could handle themselves and he was not about to turn down hanging out with Selene. She was nice and easy to talk to. And for some reason, saw what he could be.

She was going to be a really good friend and ally.

So here he stood, getting his cup of coffee ready. Waiting for her to show up so they could have morning coffee and hang out.

Who: Captain Jack Sparrow and Selene
What: Meeting
Where: aboard his ship.
When: very late night
Status: In progress

Jack's crew wasn't as large as it once had been, considering there weren't many left that he trusted. Too many times The Pearl had been stolen out from under him. His eyes stayed on the horizon, he could see the enormous statue on the small patch of land where she was to be. He pulled up as closely as possible and sent two of his men out in one of the boats to get her and bring her to the ship. Jack wasn't comfortable going on land, that's what his men were for. But slowly that number was dwindling in these hard times.

Using his spyglass he kept watch on his men, following them. The night air was a bit chilly, but not that bad. He'd been in much worse conditions before. It wasn't often his help was asked for anymore. So when this chance came up he was a little more than curious.

Standing at the stern he waited for her to arrive.

Who: Logan, Selene, (open to others), NPC's
What: Talking shop
Where: Kitchen
When: After her chat with Xander
Status: In progress
Rating: TBD

( Plannin' and plottin'. )

Who: Naja and Hannibal
What: uh...hmm
When: Mid-morning
Where: Hannibals little hovel
Status: in progress
Rating: TBD

( Some breakfast. )

Who: Xander
When: Mid-day after Logan and Selene met
Where: Workout area underneath X-Men mansion
Why: *Flexes* Toning up
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG-13 unless something bad goes down, Then it'll go up to R cause words will fly with some violence.


Xander was still getting use to his new home underground. It didn't feel like home. Of course no place really did. It was, however, only temporary.

There was rumblings of a safe haven or something in Budhapest. He hadn't talked to Logan or the woman he talked to. Until then, he'd have to wait to find out what was going on.

After waking up from a mildly decent nights sleep, he went in search of what passed for a hearty breakfast these days. Oh, how he missed the Egg McMuffin. And McGriddles...whoever came up with the idea of syrup in the pancakes was truly genius.

Xander made his way to the training area in sweat pants to work out...weights, push-ups, and to finish off the punching bag.

"Fear my awesome power," he said circling the bag and giving it a couple punches. "For much like Kurt Russel I am one badass opponent. And no, not Captain Ron. For the heroic eye-patched one from Escape from New York."

He thought to himself as he punched the bag that when all was said and done...he was going to get a life.

Who: Selene & Logan
When: The morning after she arrives in New York
Where: Hideout under the destroyed X-Mansion
Why: ummmmmmmmmmmmmm
Status:In Progress
Rating: PG

( Good Morning Sunshine )

Who: Bullseye
What:Sitting in a dark, dingy apartment building
When: 9:00 PM
Where: The Queens
Status: On Going
Rating: PG-13/R possibly

Darkness. The man sitting in it hadn't a job in weeks. Needing to conserve his money for more important things, this walking death machine stopped paying his electricity, and sold his furniture, and took a plush, slightly torn chair from some poor old lady and two men trying to move it down the street. 'They weren't careful.' He thought to himself smiling. 'If they were careful, they wouldn't have their faces on milk cartons right now.'

His phone rang, which he promptly answered. The voice rang out loudly asking about his insurance. Bullseye scowled, asking the man, "Do you like your spleen inside of your body?" The other end clicked multiple times, then the phone beeped repeatedly signifying it was off the hook. "This just wont do..."

Who: Abby
What: Narrowly escaping death
Where: Attica Correctional Facility ruins
When: Mid-day
Status: Open
Rating: TBD

( Taking a stand )

Who: Logan and Selene
What: Arranging safe passage for him and his people
When: Late night
Where: Ellis Island
Status: In progress
Rating: PG for now

( Seeking salvation )

Who: Selene
Where: Danube/Rhine River to the English Chanel.
Why: Going to meet up with a man named Patch.
When: This spans a few days….
Status: Fan Fiction

( Taking the Midnight Train Out of Here )

Who: Hannibal King (Open)
Where: London
When: Late night….like midnightish
Why: Pilaging for booty (He needs supplies, like TP)
Rating: R…he likes the F word a lot
Status : In Progress
( I’ve got my shopping list and my rifle, hugs and kisses kids, I am going shopping. )