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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 21, 2008 19:21:20 GMT -5
Nausea washed over him, making him stumble and miss a step in the dance. He looked around the crowded room searching for any newcomers to the ball, coming to rest on a trio well dressed couple and their daughter. The lady was pretty, and wore a beautiful burgundy and gold dress, whilst the the daughter was in a light pink dress resplendent in lace and bows. Pretty, but not my taste he thought to himself. And they seem far too young to be of use to me. 'Fabien, are you well?'
'Hmm, oh, sorry.' He looked down and smiled at the girl in his arms. 'It would seem that we have guests my dear. Nothing that I can't handle by the looks of it though, just three young ones. Although, maybe it would be wise to tell Erik.' Fabien sneered a little as he spoke his name. For all that Erik was the older, and supposedly wiser, Erik did seem to get distracted by beauty far too easily. 'Leave him alone Fabien. You know what he can be like when you interrupt his fun. Come, dance with me a little more. It's been such a long time since we danced together.' She placed his hand back on her waist and kissed his cheek.
Fabien sighed and forced another smile, bent down and kissed her. He knew that it would be best to indulge her in this, otherwise she would make him regret it latter, and it could be so hard to find someone suitable to feed from. And so they continued to dance to the music, although the nauseating feeling refused to leave him.
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Aramis entered the ballroom shortly behind Dusk, Norrington and Red, who was making a very pretty girl. He cringed a little as he heard one of his crew play a wrong note, making a mental note to give whoever it was a talking to later. But still, they seemed to be keeping up well, not bad for a bunch of pirates who had only been playing for a few weeks.
Glancing around, he spied where the canapés were hiding and rushed over. It wasn't everyday that you got to eat high class nibbles when living the life of pirate lord. Well a pirate anyway. He began picking his way along the table, stuffing the little morsels into his pockets. Steve and Jose were going to be in for a treat in the morning. He turned to the ever moving sea of dancers, admiring all the pretty coats and dresses. Popping a prawn vol-au-vent in his mouth, he caught sight of someone he had never expected to see once again, and chocked on the delectable pastry snack. Coughing and spluttered, he doubled over, trying to clear his throat of the crumbs.
In the crowd he could see Fabien d'Orsay, his cousin. Well, well, well he thought, a smile creeping over his face. I never thought that I would meet you here of all places dear cousin. Absent-mindedly his hand crept into his coat, wrapping around the hilt of a small dagger that he had been carrying for the past 40 years. So the time has come at last. Time to repay you for what you did so long ago.
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Post by Randomman on Jul 21, 2008 20:06:34 GMT -5
(Nightcoast Council member Klauis watched as Randomman and Big Gun walked into the ball. Klauis excuse himself from Becketts party in his usual monotone like voice.) Klauis to himself: So. These are the two runaway toys? (Klauis almost smiles.) Klauis: Wake up soon doctor. You wouldn’t want to miss all the fun now. Would you? (In the shadows a snake’s eye opens. He sticks out his long slimy tong and hisses) The Doc: Kukuku so it is time then hm?
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Jul 22, 2008 1:13:00 GMT -5
Die looked worried as everyone started leaving the ship while he still had no instrument and Echoe still hadn't put on her dress. "Are you seriously not going?!" "Not at the same time as everyone else. The dress is so stuffy i didn't want to die before the actual ball. What about your instrument?" She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, right... I don't have money for that." He frowned and scratched his chin. Echoe stared for a moment, then grabbed him by the arm and started down the plank and into town. "Um, wait, what--?" Die was too confused to really object but frowned when they came to a shop with instruments in the window. "I just said I don't have any money." Echoe watched the shopkeeper carefully, ignoring Die. "Good thing you're already dressed up. less suspicious... ok go look at the lutes. I need to go look suspicious on the other side of the shop. When he comes to see what I'm up to, grab one and slip out. I'll meet you at the ball." "What?! are you crazy?" But Echoe had already gone inside. Die watched her go to the back of the store and the clerks eyes followed. She looked like she was picking something to steal for sure. Die took a deep breathe and walked in, spotting the lutes next to the entrance.
-20 minutes later-
Die stood near the entrance, having told the guard that he was with the band but was waiting for someone. A member had to come out and confirm and now he just waited. He watched some lady in a blue gown with a fancy umbrella approach but paid her no mind. He was too busy looking for Echoe. "Die, quit zoning out. We're already late." Die nearly jumped out of his skin as the lady spoke to him with Echoe's voice. "E-Echoe?!" After the shock of being startled wore off he was shocked anew at Echoe looking like a lady instead of a mopboy, face turning slightly pink and slack-face. "G-good god..." Echoe rolled her eyes, closing the umbrella and tapping it against her shoulder "C'mon let's just go inside." "R-right, of course!" Die held out his hand to her. "Um, I sorta told the guard I was waiting for my fiance..." He grinned sheepishly. Echoe took his hand. "Whatever gets me inside. The captain won't be happy if I'm not there when needed." "Um, right..." Die was almost sad she didn't react... He hooked his arm around hers, put on his cheap smile while she admired the scenery, the only way to get a slight smile on her face, and they walked past the guard. Die immediatly let go, gave Echoe one last look before waving and heading off to the band, new shiny lute at his side. Echoe looked around vaguely for the captain. She spotted her and moved a little closer on the outside of the crowd so she was within hearing range. All set she thought as she set the end of the umbrella against the ground nonchalantly.
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 22, 2008 17:54:22 GMT -5
Aramis weaved through the dancing couples, hand hidden in his coat caressing the dagger. Soon he would be able to pay his cousin ba... He stopped, staring at a different couple that waltzed past, breaking his train of thought. My god, that has to be the ugliest woman I've ever seen he thought to himself, trying to decide if she was actually a man just pretending to be a woman. Shaking his head, he started heading towards his long lost cousin again, eager to meet him again after nearly 40 years.
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Bile rose in his throat, making him gag. Looking around he couldn't see the other's from earlier, nor Erik either. Maybe it would be wise to leave now, Henrietta's desire to dance to damned. He'd learnt in the past that this feeling would result in something bad happening, an older vampire trying to take his life.
'Hello Fabien, it's been such a long time since we last saw each other.' He spun to face the cheerful voice behind him, thrusting Henrietta behind himself to protect her. He growled like a cornered cat at the strange man standing before him wielding an ornate dagger.
'I have come to repay you for something you did nearly 40 years ago.' The man smiled manically at him, a strange glint in his eye. Fabien felt as though he should know the stranger, but couldn't remember from where. All he knew was that his life was now in danger, and he must do something fast or be consigned to ashes.
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Post by Randomman on Jul 22, 2008 23:23:01 GMT -5
Cleaver: I hate this already (Cleaver pulls at his collar to breathe moor comfortably.) Bomber: Fufufufu come on my love! Don’t be so glum! (Cleaver snarls.) Bomber: what’s wrong with you? Cleaver: oh I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that your dancing with all this stuck up pigs. Who are to full of themselves! Or is it that I have to be a waiter for these pigs! Please! Take a guess! (Bomber laughs.) Bomber: oh you! I’m just acting my love! Just calm down and have some fun! Some rich dude: waiter! Over here please! Cleaver yelling: I’m coming already! Oh great swine! (The swine sits down. half out of embarrassment and half out of fear of the shark jawed waiter.) Bomber chuckles: fufufu don’t have too much fun now daring! (Two moor young men come rushing over for the chance to dance with her.) Cleaver: hmpth! I should’ve stayed on the ship. Even old Blackbutt is better company then this lot! (He turns his head to see Bomber dancing with a young man. Cleaver snarls.) The pigs: Waiter! Waiter! Please now! We don’t have all day! (Cleaver glances at them showing his murderous intent. The pigs shut up. Cleaver grins.) Cleaver: kishisishi that’s moor like it. (Cleaver mocks a bow.) Cleaver smiles wickedly: Now then my noble filths. How might I serve you?
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Post by dusty on Jul 23, 2008 15:51:29 GMT -5
Zéphyrine looked down at Beckett disdainfully. "I fear there's a slight problem . . ." She stared at him for a moment, then looked at her shoes, then back at the short person. "Uhh .. . "
Beckett looked around then whispered to her. "Come with me." He took her hand and lead/dragged her out side to the garden.
Zéphyrine followed, "What are you up to?" She smirked as she came to the hilarious conclusion, "Do you realize how funny this is gonna look?"
"Oh be quiet, which 'silly' do you prefer?" He glared up at her impatiently.
Zéphyrine laughed finally, "Can I name you pinky after this? No, I'm kidding." She untied her shoes and slipped them off after a long time of loosening. "Gosh I hate untying these things." She snorted and handed them over.
Beckett, after looking around as if performing a very illegal transaction, slipped off his boots and slipped her bright pink ones on.
Zéphyrine blinked as he put them on, "Do they even fit? The ankles HAVE to be too small, unless you have very girlish legs."
"What do you reckon?" He stood in front of her in his black coat, deep blue waistcoat and bright pink boots.
Zéphyrine laughed, "Looks like a very gender-confused kid to me. . ." There was silence for a minute as she tried to stop herself from laughing. "Whatever." She pulled the darker boots on. "These are big."
"Or perhaps your legs are rather manly. Quickly, Nightcoast is expecting us at the ball when they reveal their latest invention."
Zéphyrine twitched at the comment. "Very well," She got up, "Gosh this feels weird." Looking down at her feet, she scuffed the shoes on the ground hoping to get them to fit a little better. "It's creepy!!"
"Really, where -did- I find you?" Beckett rolled his eyes and started back for the ball.
Zéphyrine wrinkled her nose, "You loser. Hey, wait!" She went after him, still annoyed by wearing such flat shoes.
At the last minute Beckett quickly laced his arm through hers and lead her in to look polite. He made his way back to the crowded table where he had been standing with the nightcoast officers. One of them called the crowd's attention and began blathering on about Nightcoast and it's super technology and all that, but really everyone knew they just stole everything. Finally, after some spacing out by Beckett, they pulled the cloth covering one of the tables away, revealing a compass on a silver stand.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 23, 2008 16:47:19 GMT -5
Dusk and Norrington had been taking the opportunity to dance together undesturbed by the rest of the crew for once. They were smiling and teasing as much as the rest of the ball goers. Mainly, Norrington couldn't resist teasing her about the fact she'd only just learned.
When the compass was drawn out though, they made their way to the table with the rest of the crowd. Trying to look as mildly interested as the rest of them.
"And with this..." The Nightcoast officer continued. "We will be able to finally hunt down the Flying Dutchman and rid the world of it once and for all, and thus allowing for an increase in trade..." He continued in a boring tone and some of the crowd wondered.
Erik, who had remained uninterested in the whole thing, was busy snogging the girl he was after just outside the door of the ballroom.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 23, 2008 17:32:56 GMT -5
While Red had hung back - quite literately clinging on behind Dusk's skirts - Tod had emerged beside him, dressed up as a dashing gentleman. Where she had been, she did not say, but a slight smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. Taking Red by the hand, she led him out onto the dance floor and waltzed with him, leading the entire way, and spinning Red around as he'd never been spun.
Poor thing looked even paler than before. And then with a wink and a smile, Tod placed Red's gloved hands to her lips, and disappeared, with a held up index finger and a knowing look. The other young ladies nearby glared daggers at Red and smiled prettily at Tod, while the other young men glared daggers at Tod, and smiled at Red.
Red turned as red as his namesake and made his way over to the table with the drinks, his eyes desperately seeking out 'mother'.
A smirking Tod appeared in front of Dusk, 'cut in', and murmured at Norri that his 'little girl' required his attention and was in dire need of a saviour - as Red was approached by a swarm of young men - and Tod neatly bowed out of the way of the flock of young ladies as he took Dusk for a spin, his lips murmuring that the plan was in operation. Whatever that meant.
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 23, 2008 17:41:48 GMT -5
'Who are you?' Fabien slowly moved in to position, hand reaching beneath his coat for his duelling sword. 'If you think you can kill me, you are sorely mistaken stranger. Many have tried to kill me, but as you can see, none have managed.' Fabien waited for the stranger to act, fully prepared to kill the fool, even in such a crowded room.
'Oh, don't you remember me Fabien? It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other. Well, admittedly, you were only 10, and it was 60 years ago, but still.' Aramis looked upset at the thought of being forgotten, and his bottom lip began to quiver. 'Don't you remember stealing those pies?' He sniffed, and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
'Aramis?' Fabien's grip tightened on the sword hilt, a confused look on his face. Dammit, I thought him dead.
'Fabien! You do remember me!' Aramis burst out giggling like a little girl and went to hug the other, only to be met with a sword hilt in his stomach. 'Ow, what was that for?' He backed up a step rubbing his belly.
'Stay back Aramis. If you think to hurt us, you are mistaken. Leave us, and you live. Try to avenge them, you die.'
'Avenge them? Why would I do a thing like that my dear boy?'
'Because I killed them, burnt them as they revelled, slaughtering the servants.' He snarled as he talked, trying to keep his anger under control. He knew that he would need to stay composed if this ended in a fight. Aramis had a reputation as a duellist even when he was young.
'And have I done anything to make you think I would kill you?'
'You are standing in front of me with a weapon drawn dear cousin.' He spat out the last words. Did this fool think him simple? Why would he be here with a weapon if he had no intent on using it?
'This?' Aramis raised the ornate dagger and looked at it in confusion. 'I've been carrying this around for the past 40 years, waiting for the day we would meet again. I, er, acquired, it in Constantinople when I heard of what had happened to you. Supposedly it had been used to kill Emperor Constantine XI, although somehow I doubt that. It was to be a gift to you for freeing me of my blasted father and the rest of those preening idiots. Here, take it.' Aramis flipped the dagger, holding the hilt out to his cousin.
'You don't want to kill me?'
'Look at the exquisite silver filigree on the hilt. Doesn't it shine so well in this light, as though it were alive?' Aramis paid no attention to Fabien's question. Silly boy, what possible reason would he have for killing him? He was family after all.
Fabien reached out with his free hand, unwilling to relinquish his grasp on the sword, and took the offered dagger. He admired it briefly before placing it in his pocket. Before he could say anything more to Aramis, he heard the voice of one of the evenings hosts.
'Ah, looks like I'd best head off and see what's happening. Take care cousin, my lady.' Aramis bowed deeply, and headed off into the crowd, weaving his way between the onlookers for a better view of what was happening.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 23, 2008 20:02:23 GMT -5
Norrington's jaw clenched but he didn't say anything and headed toward the flock of men surrounding Red and bowed, politely offering to dance. Secretly cursing yet doing his best to rescue the poor boy.
Gratefully, almost with tears in his eyes, Red accepted, curtseying before Norri and murmuring a 'thank you Daddy, I'd love to dance' - while all the while looking imploringly at him to lead, because Red was having issues with the dress and the corset was making it hard to breathe - even without the 'bust' ladies had...
Meanwhile Tod watched with thinly veiled amusement and murmured, "Aren't they adorable, 'mother'?"
Norrington lead Red into an elaborate step that was balancing on the edge of violent. Dusk laughed. "Oh yes, they definately seem to be enjoying themselves."
"And you 'mother'?" Tod did his best immitation of Red's title for her, dancing with her in a way that matched Norri - if one ignored Red's very slightly out of time steps as he struggled with the dress.
She smiled. "Me as well."
"They're so sweet," Tod sighed and shook his head, "his innocence is adorable. Think it genuine?"
"Hehe I'm not always sure, though I think the naughtiest thought to pass through his mind frequently would be stealing a biscuit while no one was looking."
"I meant him," Tod jerked his glance at Norri, then grinned, "But I s'pose the lil'un too."
"Oh..." Dusk fell silent, watching Norri and Red out of the corner of her eye.
With the movement of the song, and how well Red was actually managing to keep up with him despite his current condition, Norrington was able to calm himself a little and enjoy the music and dance. It had been years since he had been able to experiance any of the more civilized aspects of life.
"They dance as if they were born to it." Tod commented from one side.
"They probably were." The music stopped and Norrington bowed again, escaping Red, and headed toward Dusk and Tod again.
Eyeing Norri with a smirk, Tod reached down (as she was wearing boots) and kissed Dusk on the cheek, in full view of everyone. Taking a bow, as she broke decorum, she turned and left the room, winking at Red who promptly turned red again.
A muscle moved in Norri's cheek as he approached Dusk, taking her hand. "Mrs. Warner?" He asked half smiling. She smiled back and wrapped her arm around him. "It was so kind of you to save poor 'Lizzie' back there." He rolled his eyes a little, though the smile ruined the effect-or at least to Dusk it did.
Red stared at the horde of young men emerging on him now Tod left, and swallowed as the collective longing look of the young ladies turned into venomous looks on him. 'Accidently' knocking a glass of wine over his dress, he glared at one of the men, as three tried to apologise at once, and in a rather unladylike 'Elizabeth-esque' fashion, cried out in frustration about how 'all men are useless!' - surprising himself as he actually meant it - and pushed through them, running from the room in tears. Of both relief and frustration.
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It had been maybe ten, twenty minutes, if that.
Erik stroked the girl's neck, wiping away any sign of what he had been doing there, and turned to see the 'girl' from earlier run outside in tears. Ah, a damsel in distress. Erik laughed a little. He turned back to the girl he'd been getting to know. "Until we met again mon chere." He kissed her and then walked cheerily over to the crying Red. "Are you alright there mademoiselle?"
Red pulled back upon seeing this strange newcomer. "Yes, I'm fine." He said a little hesitantly, suddenly wondering if running out was the best course of action.
Dusk noticed the commotion. She felt for him, yet at the same time she couldn't help enjoying the opportunity for a little peace. Norrington seemed to not notice anything.
Erik smiled. "Oh really? Then why are you crying?" He took a laced handkerchief from no where and dabbed Red's eyes.
Red jumped, pulling back even further - only to realise his back was up against a wall, "Someone trod on my toe." He grimaced, shaking slightly, "I'm fine, really..."
"How rude of them, tell me who it was and I'll teach them a lesson." He leaned in closer, stroking his hair. "Such lovely curles." He leaned in close, smelling them and the scent of another vampire.
Red eyed him, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than he had for a long while, "This is a nice evening, isn't it? We should go inside." He grabbed the stranger's hand, "and dance."
Erik smiled, tilting his head a little to the side so that his golden curles covered his eyes. "An offer I'll gladly accept." He lead Red to the ballroom and set his hand on his waist.
Red's eyes scanned the chamber desperately, "I must introduce you to Mother," he beamed brightly. In his innocence he managed to convince himself - subconsciously - that Dusk would be able to handle and deal with it. She was after all, a vicious pirate captain... ...and mother. She always knew what to do.
Norri wouldn't save him...
(norri: oh good you can keep him bye)
"Ah yes, she must be beautiful to have such a lovely ...daughter." His grin lengthened as the music began and they started to dance.
Red 'missed' a step and waited for the stranger to step on his foot. Quite deliberately, he danced poorly, though better than an average young lady... vying for an excuse to get away from this strange man.
Dusk and Norri twirled with the music, and Red came into her sights dancing with... her face paled. Another one of her kind? She refrained from running between all of the dancers right then. She didn't mean to have him, but she certainly didn't want anyone else to take him. She remained dancing, waiting for the opportune moment to intervene.
"You dance very well for one so young mon petite." Erik commented in his silkiest voice.
"Uh." Red managed to stutter, "Look, there's Mother." Without another word, Red managed to weaving his way over to her - quite a feat actually - without avoiding anyone else, 'obviously', that is, and without bumping into them - and led straight to her. "Mother!"
The music died almost not-quite on cue and Red beamed as there was a break, "Father." He addressed Norri more coolly, "I want you to meet someone. This is..." He looked at Erik and tilted his head, waiting for him to fill in the blank for him. It ought to have been obvious - even to Norri - that Red was not comfortable.
Meanwhile, the girls were glaring enough to turn flesh into stone - and the young men were aghast. Why did others keep getting the nice girl but not them?!
Tod of course, was nowhere in sight.
"Erik DeLavergne." He bowed, kissing Dusk on the hand in a rather forward manner that left Norri seething. "This young lady cannot possibly be your mother." He smiled, with an annoyingly knowing look.
"An honor Mr. Lavergne." "Please, Erik for you madam..." Dusk forced a smile. "Ah, even more beautiful when she smiles!"
Red shot Norri a disgusted look - but also a pleading one as he shifted his weight from one foot rather pointedly.
For once, they might even both be in agreement.
Norrington cleared his throat, and Erik looked up at him. "That's a lovely coat Monsieur. Only the finest silk no doubt?" "You have a good eye Monsieur, imported from the Japans." Erik proceded into a lengthy explanation of the inquisition of materials for his fine coat.
Red 'accidently' swayed 'feeling faint' and rather heavily stomped down on Erik's foot...in high heels.
Erik winced, refusing to loose his 'composure'. He sighed, stroking his usual loose strand of gold behind his ear. This snack simply wasn't worth the effort. He'd might as well be persueing something with actual breasts. He smiled at Red, then Norri and finally Dusk. "I trust you will remember my name. I hope we will meet again, we are nearly family after all." He bowed deeply, exaddurating his golden curls in order to gain the attention of a few more female creatures.
"Don't think so," Red commented politely, "After all, you look nothing like Mother here. How could you be?"
He laughed. "I'm sure you will understand all in good time mon petite." He winked and pinched Red's cheek.
Red "slipped" and aimed a swift kick at his shin.
Erik cleared his throat and tapped his cane on the floor in vague annoyance before flinging his coat behind him and asking the nearest blond to a dance.
"What a rude man." Red commented, unconsciously mimicking Tod.
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Post by Randomman on Jul 23, 2008 22:09:45 GMT -5
(Big Gun nervous as ever scanned the ball room.) Big Gun: oh where are you Randommman! I take my eyes off of you for less then a second! and you disappear on me! TT (Big Gun stops in fear.) Big Gun: what if he’s been “taken home” by someone! Or murdered! (Big Gun sits on a chair) Big Gun: It’s just like that dream of that island I had. I’ve failed. The crew. Captain Dusk Rose. Even Randomman! I’m such a failure! (She starts crying. To her shock someone pulls out a handkerchief and wipes away her tears.) Randomman: Big Gun why are you crying? This is a party! You should be having fun like everyone else! (Big Gun grabs Randomman by the waist and nearly hugs the life out of him.) Big Gun: Where were you! You nearly sent me to davy jones locker and and…what is that all over your face? Randomman smiles: cake frosting! (Big Gun giggles.) Big Gun: I should have known. (Big Gun stares at Randommans slightly cake frosted face.) Randomman: what? Why are you staring at me like that? (Big Gun takes her finger and cleans Randommans face. She licks the frosting off her finger.) Randomman: good isn’t it! Big Gun blushes: yes. ..It’s very good. (Randomman notices Big Gun glancing at the other dancers.) Randomman: would care to dance with me. (Randomman holds at his inviting hand. Big Gun smiles.) Big Gun: always. (Big Gun takes Randommans hand. He leads the lady into the now packed dancing room.) Big Gun: I know this is a ball and all. But I never thought there would be so many people here. Randomman laughs: Yohoho! I know it’s like some fancy circus farm! By the by. I think Cleaver was saying something about pigs or something like that. I sure hope he finds them. (Big Gun laughs. They dance there way into the middle of the crowd.) Big Gun: um Randomman? Maybe we should back off a little. Everyone can see us. (Randomman looks into her eyes smiles) Randomman: I want them to see us. (Big Gun blushes and leans her head against Randommans shoulder. The crowd waches them dance in awe.) Randomman smiles: enjoying yourself? (Big Gun gives him a passionate kiss.) Randomman blushes: I’ll take that as a yes. (They dance into a couple of moor songs.) Randomman: hey Big Gun. (Big Gun looks as thought she was woken up from a good dream.) Big Gun: yes? Randomman: we can rest if you like. (Big Gun shakes her head smiling.) Big Gun: No. I’m fine. (She looks down at her feet.) Big Gun: I’m just making sure I won’t forget this moment with you. (Randomman rises her face up with his finger.) Randomman smiles: you won’t forget. I promise. (Big Gun stares into his dark eyes and smiles. She rests her head on his shoulder and starts crying.) ) Randomman: come on now Big Gun. (He brings her head back to face his.) Randomman smiling: If you keep this up. I’m going to start crying to. (Big Gun recovers herself.) Big Gun: I’m sorry. Randomman: No worries… (Randomman grins.) Randomman: Princess Big Gun. Big Gun nearly yelling: No I’m not a.. (Randomman caches Big Gun off guard with a kiss. She blushes) Big Gun whispering out of embarrassment: Princess (Randomman smiles.) Randomman: You are to me. (Big Guns face flushes even moor cherry red. The two dance away. Time has no say in this moment of love.)
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 24, 2008 12:25:46 GMT -5
Fabien couldn't help but stare at the retreating figure of Aramis. What in the name of God just happened? He let his hand fall from the hilt of his sword and turned back to Henrietta.
'Who was that Fabien?' She looked at him with a quizical look on her face. 'Does he want to hurt us like those other bad men?'
'That was our cousin Aramis sweet sister. If you see him again, do not trust him. He means to harm us, even if he came bearing gifts.' He drew her in and held her close, relishing her warmth. 'I'll never let anyone hurt you my love, no one.'
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 24, 2008 18:54:34 GMT -5
Dusk didn't answer Red, too busy watching the stranger's retreating back. "Watch yourself Red, you did the right thing coming to me."
"He was a strange man..." Red studied the floor, unaware that posing as a girl, he was able to get away with it this time. "Who was he?"
"I don't know. Some lord or other such fop by the looks of him. Just avoid him if you can." She was feeling slightly disappointed, hoping for at least one uninterupted dance with Norrington before the ball was through, well, crashed by her men.
"Well, all right." Red didn't look too happy, then looked up at Norri, "I'll be over there, with the drinks, waiting for Tod. Just... make sure all the men leave me alone, would you? I don't feel much like dancing."
Norrington nodded, sending a look the way of several men who seemed to be bikering amongst themselves over who asked Red to dance next.
With a smile, Red murmured, "Thank you daddy," threw his arms around Norri's neck and planted a light kiss on his cheek. Then he did the same to Dusk and still smiling, went over to the drinks and sat down.
Norrington raised his eyebrows and Dusk laughed a little. "He's adorable." She watched Red walk over to the drinks. "You will help me watch over him right?" "What?" "You know, keep that -other- one away from him." "Oh yes, of course." Dusk looked at Red silently and Norrington took her hand. "Care to dance?" He said half jokingly and Dusk answered with a smile.
Meanwhile...
Tod was marching up and down in front of the men - five of them he had 'encouraged' to join her. Still dressed as a boy, she held a sabre in her hand and let it rest against her shoulder. Given the redcoat uniforms the others were wearing, she may have been leading a brigade... perhaps she was.
"And there boys, is the mansion." She said softly, so they had to strain their ears to here. "You know what to do. When the cannon goes off, fall back. And someone set the stables on fire. You there! Ensign! Remember: raid the gully - kitchen, I mean. Salted pork is nice for one night, but we want rum, don't we lads?" She folded her arms and tsked, "I'd better get back to Red and the captain. Can't trust an ex-coat to take care of them for me, now can I?" she smiled and the others looked confused. "Double rum rations for the man who secures the rum! And the dress. And take any jewellery you find too! You're pirates, you bilge water rats! Loot and pillage! Quietly, mind you. Now get to. Sharpish, like."
Tod watched 'her' men go with a sigh. Ex-coats. Useless lot.
Dusk was beaming, taken away in the steps and the music. Her feet were finally moving in the smooth rhythm that Norrington had taught her and in her joy she was forgetting to be paranoid for Red.
Erik took note of this across the room, considering a second attempt and the young 'girl', but decided against it. He was dancing with some wealthy blond who had caught his attention. He glanced around for his pet. Seeing her red hair across the room easily.
So while Dusk was being busy, Tod emerged beside Red from behind, slipping her arms around his neck silently and placing a kiss on his cheek, "'ullo," she greeted him with a quick grin, "I've missed you, precious." "Precious?" Tod grinned. "...Uh... okay." "It's all right sweetcheeks; I understand. You, my precious pearl, haven't had enough to drink. Allow me." Pouring herself and Red a glass of wine each, Tod sat down easily beside Red, and somehow, while juggling the two glasses, pulled Red onto her lap, much to the ire of all the young ladies and young men nearby. How Tod was able to get away with such behaviour and not be slapped was mind boggling. Of course, Red just blushed red. He wasn't used to being on Tod's lap, with one of her arms around his shoulders while she held both drinks for them. "I'- I'm not a child.." "'course not, my luv." Tod smiled, planting another kiss on Red's head - since he couldn't very well stroke her hair, "You look absolutely lovely tonight." "Uh... thanks. You too."
(Do I even need to say who it's written with?)
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Post by Randomman on Jul 27, 2008 16:36:41 GMT -5
(Cleaver comes storming into the kitchen. He grabs one of the cooks by the collar. Cleaver: the hell is this monkeys!? (Cleaver pushes the food into the cooks face.) Cook: tha that’s the main dish. Sir. (Cleaver knocks the cook to the table.) Cleaver: oy! Don’t give me this crap! Cook: but sir! It really is the main dish! (Cleaver slams a knife very close to the cook’s neck. The other cooks begin to panic.) Cleaver: no this is trash! Do you know what we do with trash monkey? Cook: we we throw it away Cleaver: yes we throw trash away! Now! (He points at the other cooks) Cleaver: I want you all to make some real food! And if you fail… (Cleaver grins) Cleaver: I will throw away the other trash I’m looking at right now! Is that understood? (The cooks run back to work. Cleaver smiles. He walks back to the ball room.) Some ball lady: Sir! (Cleaver turns with a fake smile.) Cleaver: yes my lady? Some ball lady: the food is really good! Give my compliments to the chief! (Cleaver tries to hide his smile) Cleaver: will do my lady. (The lady walks off.) Cleaver to self: nah. They might get lazy if I tell them that. (The cooks here a knock at the kitchen door. The quickly answer the door in fear if they keep the “blond shark” waiting.) Cook: what’s this? (A basket with a couple of wine bottles stands at the door.) Another cook: oh! Someone must be thanking us for the meal. But what’s with the cleaver in the basket? Cook: I have no idea (They take the gift inside. Cleaver watches from the shadows.)
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 28, 2008 18:05:18 GMT -5
Erik glanced over the shoulder of the girl he was dancing with at his little pet, Shawn-Laree. He smiled, perfect. She was dancing with a reasonably attractive gentlemen and seemed to have several more awaiting the chance to dance with her as well. Only fitting for one lovely enough to taste his own blood. Her red hair glimmered, such a good girl. He looked back and the blond he was dancing with with while still wearing the same smile, locking his eyes onto hers and making her blush. He was rather starting to like the look of this one, blond hair, stormy grey eyes. Perhaps this one would serve him tonight instead.
After making the polite rounds and dancing with some other guests, Dusk hurried to dance with Norrington again, trying not to look too obvious. He smiled at her as they began another song. “You're doing very well. I'm going to have to make sure you don't make me look bad, I am your teacher after all.” “Mind your head, wouldn't want it to get too big for your hat now would you?” She blushed despite her comment. “Wouldn't want that...” She eyed him suspiciously. “You really do look lovely...Mrs. Warner” Dusk blushed deeper still, looking rather young. “You as well. Thank you...for...” Her face was attempting to match her dress.
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