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solong ([info]heartache) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-20 01:35:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 12, jack sparrow, location: gym, merope gaunt

Who: Merope & Captain Jack Sparrow(lol)
Where: The Gym
Why: Because, it'll be awesome?
When: Day 12, 12pm
ay,


Merope was feeling a little better than yesterday, she could move around an even stand without difficulty. Making sure there was no one to scold her, she slowly left the Gym for a second time and found a place not too far from it where she could sit on the grassy spot outside. Her arms stretched over her head and she just set there with the sun baring down on top of her head.

Her loneliness was a double-edge sword; sometimes she hate being alone and other times she loved sitting by herself to enjoy the elements when she wanted to. Long black hair was pulled back, out of her pale face for once.

Taking slow, deep breaths from the nice air.



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[info]heartache
2009-06-26 01:38 am UTC (link)
When she pushed him over, she nearly got worried but he was being playful and came back up. His comment caused a further smile to reach her face, one of the rare circumstances where she had a full smile, even a laugh. Merope's tension was instantly released like smashing a damn and water running free again.

"...You think I'm special?" She asked, completely overwhelmed with his complimenting. When his hat fell into her lap, she smirked and her delicate fingers picked it up. Considering he was care free, she easily put it on top of her head. The hat was too big, she felt it go over her eyes a little and she tilted her head up to look at Jack.

"I like your hat."

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[info]jack_and_rum
2009-06-30 08:54 pm UTC (link)
When she smiled, he grinned back at her. "Now that's what I like to see. A lady smiling is one of the rarest treasures when one is a pirate. Most of them wrinkle their noses like this," he said and made a face at her as though he'd smelled something straight from a pig sty.

Yes, he thought she was special. There was no doubting it. Everyone he'd come across in this wretched place was special in some way or another. The little lady with the wings. The strange man with his male modeling. She had to be special but she'd not figured out she had the capacity for it yet. That was sad. He was special and he knew it. No one had to tell him. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, terror on the high seas. Plundering and pillaging. He was curious now just how she was special.

"You are. I'd put good money on it," he said and grinned as she put his hat on her head. "Suits you. You should join the crew of my ship the Black Pearl. We sail the seas and stir up as much trouble as we can. Are you especially good at anything as could be entertaining or helpful on a ship?"

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[info]heartache
2009-07-03 09:38 am UTC (link)
Jack was all compliments, his words were a stroke to her and had he'd been someone she already knew? She'd likely not believe him at all. She tilted her head a little to the right when he wrinkled his nose, she'd never really done that to anyone so she mimicked him. "Not a nice face is it?" Her hands settled on the rim of his hat, playing with the fabric on it a little and trying to not let it sit too much on her head.

Special. You are.

One of the rare smiles moved on her face again,"A crew?" She didn't really understand what it meant at the time, but she nodded,"...I..can speak to snakes? I think I can do some magic, but I'm not sure anymore...but I can clean, sew and cook?" Merope was always used to hard labour and having it difficult, she'd never been given an easy road.

"Is it bad trouble?"

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