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Post by Mur on Sept 12, 2013 11:36:45 GMT -5
((asjakbsg yes happy endings always happy endings we cant have people be miserable forever that's just gross. I AM SORRY THIS OOC SUCKS BUT I NEED TO RUSH TO FIND SOMEWHERE TO SHOWER OK?!? Ewww I'm sorry =( That sounds awful. Everyone is really nice at my workplace it's just...so much right now, I feel like I am going to explode and I have no time to get anything done. I AM DYING MIA ITS ATROCIOUS And it's not professional it's just what I do to keep things in order xD )) Maybe she hadn’t truly wanted to know the answer - to know that there was now at least one man dead because of her, at Ramsey’s hands. That there was now one rotting corpse left behind her presence. Yet it came as a relief, knowing that the men would never damn the earth with their forced wants and cruelty. That they would no longer be there, to hurt herself, or anyone else. They were left only to haunt her in dreams. In nightmares, where she hadn’t been so lucky. Where Ramsey hadn’t existed, and she’d been left to fight for herself, with only one potential outcome at her side.
Her curiosity was sparked at the explanation of the other man, however. Her initial thought had led to poison, but as he continued on, speaking of sickness, she had no idea what he was carrying on about. She wouldn’t question it, however. She was sure the explanation would be longer and more gruesome than she would have desired at a time like this, so instead she told herself to remain silent. Perhaps if it were brought up again, sometime later on, if she stayed here for much longer, she would ask him about it. But for now, she was sure that the information he could give her would do nothing more but upset her further, and she had lost faith enough for one day.
Trust, she knew, as he had said, could be deadly, but it could also lead to salvation of sorts. The gentleness of his expression as he spoke to her, however, and the words that left his mouth, merely made her want to trust him all the more. By admitting unreliability, a part of him also admitted to honesty. Whether or not it was his intention was invalid, but it was the truth. “Trust isn’t always a bad thing.” She murmured, looking to him expectantly, something inside of her stirring with a dose of endearment at the wink he had given her. “It can do just as much good as it can do bad, on occasion.” And though he had tried to convince her, she had found herself disagreeing with it. She had already put her trust in the wrong men, and it had led her here. Telling her that she was wise wouldn’t make up for the fact that she’d already gotten herself hurt, already steered herself into trouble here by having the wrong ideas of good men. Even Ramsey, in his brash, cruel nature, seemed a better man than them, regardless of whether or not she, or he, would have liked to admit it.
Even as she thanked him, she hadn’t expected him to respond, and yet he did; with a smile that made her body warm, and her heart beat with relief. A smile, that even with his scars and his personality, made him seem a gentleman, if only for a moment. It was a sight that she never would have imagined seeing, or being given, and it almost made him look handsome. But in truth, the most that it had done was solidify her stance behind him. Close enough to touch. Close enough to depend upon him, should something happen. And it was that smile that made all of the difference.
When they arrived at the shop, she found her eyes wandering in every which way, taking in the sight of all of the clothing she had never seen before. It was different from the stores that she was used to, back home with all of their glamour and their gold. It had always made her feel so vain. Here, however, she was comfortable. Maybe it was just the presence of Ramsey’s jacket that calmed her, still slumped over her much smaller shoulders, but regardless of what the difference was, it didn’t take her long to snatch up some clothes to wear. And perhaps she had gone a little overboard, but a part of her wondered if Ramsey would even pay.
Disappearing into a room to change, Briony as rushed as much as she could, not wanting to be a nuisance, and as he had said, there wasn’t much time to be spared. Yet even with the restraints, she had found herself fitting in to this culture more than she would have thought. When she was finished, she stepped out from the room wrapped in the clothes she had chosen, Ramsey’s jacket tossed over her arm for safekeeping. A thin white shirt covered her, with a darker corset keeping everything together as she moved. An angled skirt fell to her knees, where they met with a pair of boots that she had chosen, seeing that they might be easy to run in. Just in case.
“Well?” She asked, her eyes meeting with Ramsey’s curiously. Her voice was considerably stronger than earlier, no longer intimidated, but almost sounding nervous. And though she may have hated to admit it, a light stain of red was visible upon her cheeks.
Ronan had always been the single optimist, that was one of he things he had remembered from his youth. His brother’s stories, and Alice’s promises had made him see the world through rose colored glasses - an illusion that he had fought hard to keep, despite the world trying to prey it away from him at every turn. Alice had been kinder in her lies, and Ramsey had always tried to make his blows soft. At least for him. But now that they were adults, now that they were full grown and had experienced the world, there was nothing left reassuring them that Ronan’s way of life had been a true one. That kindness would have victory over the darkness in the end.
“Then when this only leads in failure, perhaps we can die together then.”
He heard what she was saying, and he could understand it. He knew that she believed this would end no way other than death, but his mind, and his heart, had it set on good authority that it wouldn’t. But if it were true, that this path would lead nowhere but ruin, then so be it. It was better to die together than to die alone. He’d experienced the later once already. Shrugging, Ronan gave her a sincere look, matching the severity of her own. “Then we die together. A few moments ago, you told me you were ready for it. I don’t see why the idea of death is suddenly so offensive to you now.” He said.
Knowing that there was no choice, no middle ground between going with Alice, or going on his own, he had to have the strongest faith that sticking with Alice would be safe. She felt guilt enough already, he hoped that she wouldn’t take the time to screw him over once again. And maybe he just wanted to believe it, wanted to hope that she would be good to him, that she would be kind to him. And truly, he did want that. He wanted the stone faced girl to be more of a sculpture, a figure of beauty and kindness, than the monster he had thought her to be. The monster that Ramsey had thought her to be, once he had disappeared. He was giving her a chance to redeem herself, but all she wanted to do was fight him.
”You took his family away from him, Alice. Of course he wanted to kill you.” He said, shaking his head as she began to bicker with him once again. “I know the way this world works, Alice. I’ve known that for a long time. But regardless of whether death is an option enough, whether or not murder is a choice, that doesn’t mean I - or you - have to agree with it. If you do, all you’re doing is contributing to the world that you hate, and I know Ramsey understood that. Maybe not now, and maybe not even consciously, but I firmly believe that he gets it. Whether or not you do still escapes me, but there’s a reason that I saved you rather than let another life be stolen from this place.” He sighed.
He wanted to say that she had caught him in a truth, or in a lie, but he couldn’t. Choosing her was as important to him as finding Ramsey, but she couldn’t know why. It would only startle her, make her wonder why more men weren’t after her head like they already were. If he had known, who else may have guessed who knew? She would, and had become an object of value - like a diamond, or like gold.
“I need you because I need you, Alice. I may have done fine on my own, but it will, and would have taken me a lot longer. We’ve already agreed to help one another. Besides, you’ve hidden a lot from me in the past. If I were keeping something from you now, I don’t see why it would matter.”
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Post by ``MIA on Sept 12, 2013 14:28:44 GMT -5
(NEW HPPP MOVIIEIIEIE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT BUT I GUESS I HAVE TO BE EXCITED EVEN THOUGH HARRY ISN'T IN IT. Did I tell you harry was my favorite lmfaoooo
Dududue. You know if you don't post right away, i won't be made. I mean i take like 5 hours to respond half the time anyway. It's just cause i'm off today that this is here AGAIN. But yeah you do what you want lmao just don't want you stressing out
Go find a shower you smell. Hmmmhmh. Where to skippp. Lmfao Okay uhhh so alice ties ronan, wakes up and finds her and like idk does ronan stuff. And finally alice is like wwhatevers dude, and decides to escape on a ship with him since they need a ship, and she has to pretend she's a dude cause they wont let girlies on lmao so that'll be interesting. xDD IS THIS OKAY hmm lmfao do you know where yuo'd wanna skip xD so i may use power play every now and then, so slap me if it bugs youuuusdufdsu)
Something had changed between them, even if it was a very little something. It didn't escape his notice either that she seemed to latch onto his jacket, giving him the feeling he wasn't going to be getting that back any time soon. As she moved about the store and went for clothes without hesitation, he spent his time reading over the note he had found within the man's pocket. His lips pursed, concentrating on nothing else, until she spoke up over his thoughts.
His eyes met hers first, a reaction that had been installed in him since he had been young, before looking her over as he had so many times before. He was silent for longer than he intended, his eyes locked on the smallest sliver of skin around her legs that her skin showed. He would admit that a woman that was bare was beautiful, but sometimes he liked to challenge his imagination, to view a woman in pretty clothes but to see the slightest hint of skin. Imagining what he would do to those clothes with his teeth when the time came to take them off was the best part, the one thought that made it all worthwhile. But even so, this was a girl Ramsey would be sure to keep his hands off, if only because of what had just happened to her and for her value to him.
"Forget 'bout th' princess thing I said, lass. Yer lookin' like a true pirate now."
He pushed himself from the wall he was leaning on to move over toward the girl, reaching out without warning her of his advances to adjust the shirt and corset she wore, gentle with his movements but rather insistent as he tugged a few times. "One last thing," he said quickly before reaching for a red scarf hanging on a hook beside the girl. He leaned forward to wrap it around her waist, a smirk on his lips as the movement required him to lean forward and lean over her shoulder to tie the crimson fabric around her waist.
"Aye," he murmured quietly when he pulled away, a satisfied smirk resting upon his lips. "Ya' got th' makings of a pirate in ya', love."
Ramsey wouldn't have paid, had she not been there. He would've looked the owner of the shop in the eye and everything would've been settled with a nod, a nod that said don't try anything stupid. But this time he pulled out a few coins and placed it on the table, hardly in the mood to listen to anything she had to say if she caught him intimidating the poor man who owned the shop for just a few bits of clothes. He aside to let her through the door again, pleased this hadn't taken quite as long as he thought it would.
"Ya' know the crew of the ship resembles their Captain, lass." He looked back at her, his face hardening into that ever familiar expression he wore. "Anyway, it seems yer Captain was searching fer a subtle means of killing a few people off. Gas, I believe. Ya' say ya' know a lot... Well, do ya' even know what he's after?"
"Then we die together."
It was those words the silenced her. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't afraid, that death was what she was after, that she just wanted to make sure that he was prepared for it. But it seemed he had a way of making her speechless at times, even when he didn't intend for it to be so. With a sad look in her eyes, she found herself simply staring, fingers scratching at her pillow before her hand came to rest beneath her cheek and she closed her eyes.
"Goodnight, Ronan."
Her body turned away from him, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep if she faced him that way, would be too aware of his presence. But even as the night grew long and her eyes grew heavy, she kept herself from drifting off into slumber. It was only when she heard the soft hush of sleeping breath did she twist in the sheets to look over his sleeping face. He looked so calm and peaceful, like a young boy again who put his trust in the wrong person again, that same person who was slowly reaching for the belt around his waist even as he slept.
It had been a while since she used whatever powers she had left inside her, what her race had given her. But with the power of her genetic gift, she held him down with nothing but a thought, kept him asleep long enough to tug off his belt and grab his hands, tying wrists together to the metal bed post. She took one last look at him as she tugged on some loose pants, whispering an apology as she stormed from the room to find safety elsewhere. Alice was thankful that the sun was still down for the time being, and took shelter in the shadows, until day began to break through and the sun rose up.
She heard guards around her, avoiding them carefully and taking caution when she heard the clinging of metal keys as they ran, seeking out the port so that she may find someone to take her away from her. But just as she was turning the corner, a hand grabbed her wrist and she jumped.
"How did you find me?" she hissed, trying to yank her hand away though being careful not to draw too much attention. "Let go of me, Ronan. I'm not going with you—you, who keeps information from me. What I've done in the past, is in the past, it doesn't mean you get to keep secrets from me now."
A guard walked passed the alley they were in, whistling a tune, but the sight of him made Alice freeze and suddenly turn to hide away into the heat of Ronan's shoulder, as if in hope that if they looked like nothing but an embracing couple, the man wouldn't see them. When she was sure the man was gone, she pulled away, shaking his grip off her own.
"We'll have to steal a ship, you know... or try to get on one somehow."
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Post by Mur on Sept 12, 2013 20:16:33 GMT -5
((LOOOL Idk how to feel about it to be honest. Like, I am excited, but I was also super excited about the Hobbit, and the first installment of that kind of disappointed me a little, so I am not sure about it. I mean, I get that J.K. is writing it, but Peter Jackson did Lord of the Rings AND the Hobbit too soooooooo...I AM JUST REALLY CONFLICTED. IT WONT BE THE SAME BUT I WILL STILL WANT IT TO BE THE SAME, MIA. I knooow but I like getting it done before I get super busy that way you have something to entertain you. Like, unless we get another one done tonight, I doubt you'll get one tomorrow because I will just be super busy. I have to leave one of my classes early to go to work 5ever. Nooo noo you're fine do whatever you want. I kind of feel like I should just be along for the ride since it's your idea to begin with, but I'll let you know if I get annoyed with it, alright? =3 PROMISES PROMISES. Bri says Ramsey can be a good man if he tries but he tries too hard to be an asshole. And Ronan is just fluffy bunny. Also I have been listening to Bri sing while writing all of this and she has such a husky voice it's so cute anyways yes CARRY ON XD )) The silence was the thing that scared her. She’d carried on a conversation with men in far less than what she was wearing now, until the sound of voices was drowned out by passion, or thoughts were forfeited to feelings. But she saw the way he watched her, the way his eyes followed her body, and paused in places that made her blush. It wasn’t like the looks she had gotten earlier, from the two men whose fates now lay in hell. They had stared with hunger in their eyes, like her body had been their right to admire. They had stripped her choice from her, just as they had stripped her clothes with their thoughts. But Ramsey, as much as she might have doubted it only a day before, may have let his eyes wander but never acted upon instinct.
"Forget 'bout th' princess thing I said, lass. Yer lookin' like a true pirate now."
Regardless of what she believed about pirates, she was glad that she could get away with playing the part, which brought a look of relief to her troubled face. Even if she hated Ramsey and his crew, the look of a pirate may guarantee her less trouble than the look of a pirate, and her hope would have vanished as quickly as the nights sky if she had appeared to feminine to be taken seriously.
When Ramsey moved forward, Briony felt herself step half a pace backwards naturally. Not out of fear from him, but out of trepidation and concern caused by the events he had saved her from. She was sure that he could see it, the strength that had left her for nervousness. Once she established he wasn’t a threat, she returned to her stance, watching him as closely as could be. It wasn’t the first time a man had touched her, pulling at her clothes in one way or another, but there was a certain...gentleness about it that she hadn’t expected from him. Despite the determination, she watched his hands closely, almost mesmerized by the way that they moved against the fabric, breath hitching in her throat momentarily as he moved. Then he spoke, catching her attention, and she stared at him in confusion, wondering what could possibly be missing. Surely he wasn’t about to toss an eye patch over her head and convince her that was proper attire?
“What do you mean?” She asked, almost sounding worried as he reached for the sash nearby, though she didn’t bother to protest his actions. Raising her arms a little, she gave him a clear path around her waist, her eyes following his face as he leaned around her. She could see the smirk on his face, but she didn’t bother to mention it. Didn’t bother to push him away, or even feel the need to. Breathing in the scent that had lingered on his coat, Briony stayed still, her heart beating a little faster at the closeness between them, until he finally backed away from her.
"Ya' got th' makings of a pirate in ya', love."
And you have the makings of a gentleman. She thought quietly to herself. “If that’s a compliment, then...thank you.” She said quietly, briefly aborting her eyes from his gaze, stepping forward to follow after him, tossing his jacket back over herself as though it were an armor that she wore. But the kindness didn’t last as long as she may have liked, his gaze hardening as he turned to her again.
Silently, she thought to herself about his question, eyes dropping to the ground as though they were to find the information there. “I don’t...” She paused, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully as she looked back up to him, trusting him more than even she knew. “I know he’s going to Dread, and I know when he’ll be there. I already told you that. But his men...they mentioned things I wasn’t even aware of. They want to eliminate anyone standing in their way - they’re after a life source there, but-” She stopped herself just then, looking back to Ramsey, an expression covering her face that suddenly suggested offense. “Captain,” She started, her face suddenly growing pale. “I’ve seen you. You’ve been reading that note. You don’t...I mean...You don’t think I’m a part of their crew, do you?” She asked.
Promises and deals were an easy thing to come by. He had been taught that by Alice herself. They were more often than not empty; useless to those who had received them. Broken contracts of faith and honesty that proved liars found no end to their dishonesty. And he had known, even as he lay beside her, watching her chest rise and fall to the power of her breathing, that even when he awoke in the morning, one of two things would be true; she would be gone, or she would have slit his throat. Neither of which were a favorable option, but he knew better than to trust an untamed lioness, beautiful as she may be. It was the pretty ones you had to look out for.
He had woken alone, as he had expected, but he had not anticipated being bound. He had laughed, at first, thinking of her cleverness, and how gentle she must have been, leaning over his body to remove his belt. But she had been stealthy as always, and left him tied there, all alone. Though, they had been staying with his allies, not hers, and all it took was a few loud shouts to be removed. His arms numb from hanging above him, he’d dressed himself, leaving the belt behind, and he had left, knowing that as resourceful as Alice was, she couldn’t have gotten far.
It had taken some looking to find her. He wasn’t going to deny that. But he had done more than his fair share of hiding in the shadows with her when he had been younger, when they all had been younger, and chances were that she and Ramsey hadn’t changed in at least a few of their habits since he had left. Which, sure enough, he was right. Hiding from the presence of guards, he’d seen her in an alley, and taking advantage of that, he snatched her by the arm and tugged her away, laughing at the reaction that she had, having known her words before she even spoke them.
“You left a trail of bread.” He said, teasing. No, her trail was more simple than that. It wasn’t a physical trail, of course. But wherever a beautiful girl went, hiding or not, it wasn’t hard to follow her, asking the men if they had seen a girl wander past, trading some tobacco for information as he went. “Oh, so now our deal is being forfeit because I am keeping secrets from you?” He asked, staring at her sharply, doing his best to hold onto her wrist tightly - not out of possession, but because he needed her there. Because he couldn’t have her running off again, running into danger without him. “Regardless of what I tell you, you owe me this, Alice. We agreed on your terms, but you can’t just walk away from this - and you can’t go tying me to a bedpost without permission, either.” He added, his deep voice smooth as he spoke to her. But with the sound of another man approaching, all anger was suddenly dispersed as she hid herself against his shoulder, his own arm slipping around her waist protectively as he turned his head, watching the man wander past in silence.
“You’re not going to last much longer on your own, you know.” He whispered quietly to her, tilting his head to press his lips close to her ear, murmuring quietly until the moment passed. And to be honest, it was a pleasant moment. A moment that he would have liked to remain in for quite a while longer, but of course, life and fate had other plans. Letting her go as she moved away from him, he did nothing but heave in a deep breath, pursing his lips together as she seemed determined to the ideology of defiance.
“We can get one.” He said, nodding firmly in response to her, tucking his hands in his pockets as he glanced to the edge of the alleyway. “...If we have to steal one, then so be it. These are your terms, remember? Don’t think that isn’t something I’ve thought of already. But if we do steal one, we take it from people who wont be harmed by it’s absence. Alright?” He asked, wanting to sound fair, even in his dishonest acts.
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Post by ``MIA on Sept 14, 2013 10:07:20 GMT -5
(I’ll see it for the sake of it, but I don’t know if I’ll like it. D: it won’t be the same without the triooooo. I’ll be sad. XDDD
Okkayyy. Just know that I survived quite a bit without rp, I think if can survive a few days lmao so if you ever just feel like taking a break, I’ll be okay with that.
NOOOO if you have ideas, you should tell me or at least think of something sdfjsdlkfjds I hate thinking of ideas XD I thought o fthe plot, but places to skip to are the hardest thing ever. And bri sings? XD)
When she began to speak, he felt dread fill him to the very core. How was she supposed to expect she was innocent in all of this, when she seemed to know so much? He paused in is steps, stopping to turn around to face her once more with an angry twitch of his lip before he spoke. “He’s lookin’ fer a way to subdue people, t’ find the life source that keeps Dread going. Ya’ see, every once in a while the Queen goes out to find these life sources to hoard fer herself. Since she doesn’t take good care of her own planet, she thought it’d be okay to take th’ life out the others. And yer good Captain is doing that fer her.” Ramsey didn’t care if she believed if, or even if she doubted him. But it would be nice to see her faces scrunch up in disbelief at his words, or maybe even horror.
His brow rose as she became suddenly flushed, looking a little offended or even worried. Her words summed it up for him, making him snort a little out of some humorless entertainment. Everything about this girl screamed danger, and he wasn’t sure why he went along with it like she was nothing but some woman he found in the middle of the street. He told her she was useless, but he had a gut feeling that she wasn’t, at least not now after what she told him. She knew something. “I don’t know, lass, why don’t ya’ answer th’ question fer me yerself? Are ya’ apart of their crew, or are ya’ apart of somethin’ else? ‘Cause there’s no way in seven bloody hells you’d know any of this.”
As he took in a deep breath, he looked her over once more, as if assessing her worth before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think ya’ to be apart of their crew. A woman aboard a ship, after all, is bad luck. But I do think ya’ know th’ Captain—you wouldn’t defend him so stubbornly if ya’ didn’t.”
He waved her to move forward, could see the sun setting over the horizon, and the golden moons that rose above shed rays of light upon the paths they walked. “We’re to sleep in an Inn tonight. We don’t wanna be getting’ too close to th’ Captain with whatever he has aboard that ship.”
The Inn keeper looked a little startled when she saw them, and perhaps even more so when Ramsey demanded two rooms. She quietly told him that they were all full for the night, though there was one that he could potentially take, if he was willing. He didn’t bother to ask Briony, decided it wasn’t her decision when she was basically his prisoner to begin with. The room was a little smaller than he imagined, but it would do for the night. There were two beds thankfully, one on either side of the room. “Will this due fer ya’?”
“You left a trail of bread.”
She stared at him in mild confusion, before realizing that he was joking. She gave him a roll of her eyes and a snort, shaking her head. “Yes, that it is. You think you can go around saying that I can’t keep secrets, but you can? That sounds a little unfair.” She looked like a child being chided, one who was cornered and spoke to in a low, stern tone. And it was clear she hated it too. But even when she went to hide away into him, she felt the tension leave her shoulders and her body simply stop fighting. It was almost easy to. She had clung to these two brothers when she had been little, not only because of their use, but because they provided something for Alice. Ronan had given her hope, and Ramsey had given her strength, something she had thrown away. Maybe, she thought sometimes, maybe if she didn’t do what she had done, she could’ve been apart of something real.
And it was so that she felt so suddenly calm within Ronan’s grasp, even as his touch settled low and his voice whispered in her ear. Any other woman might’ve been offended, or perhaps a little unsettled, but it only calmed her chaotic nerves. “And you can’t go tying me to a bedpost without permission, either.”
She didn’t mean to. Now was definitely not the time, but she couldn’t help herself, never had been able to. “So, if I got permission, then I could tie you to a bedpost for my own pleasures?” Alice wanted to see him blush again, and her goal was quite obvious, for the grin she sent toward him was wicked and just a little hopeful. It would’ve been nice, to see she at least had some affect on this persistent man.
“You’re not going to last much longer on your own, you know.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she retorted quickly, brow rose and lip set in a firm line, where it washed away any teasing she had just a moment before. “I’ve been surviving on my own longer than you can imagine, Ronan.” It was true, she had, just not in the way that Ronan thought. She had always had Ramsey after he left, but even then, even surrounded by a hundred pirates, she could still feel loneliness wrapping around her in the dead of night.
“Stealing something will usually indirectly hurt someone, Ronan.” She found herself rolling her eyes again. “Either we steal one, or we stow away on a ship. I can make myself a very convincing cabin boy.” Her lips twisted up into a wicked grin, eyes alight with a teasing as she tugged at his shirt like a child wishing for attention. “Pretty boy Ronan wanting to be as fair as can be, even when he’s stealing things from innocent strangers.”
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Post by Mur on Sept 15, 2013 12:48:13 GMT -5
(( Just have to realize that it's completely different and not a Harry Potter movie, really. Same universe and such, but…just not, you know? I'm sure I'll love it, but it'll feel weird watching it. Like, we're just past the Harry Potter point in life and it's not going to be Nostalgic anymore, because it's just…different. xD It won't necessarily be because I want to take a break, it'll be because I NEED to take a break because my classes/schedule are killing me. Like this past week…was just hell. And this week probably will be too because I have to reschedule a bunch of shit already, and I need to go to this thing today but I reaaaallllyyyy don't want to even though all we have to do is eat food which sounds great I just…I DONT WANT TO WASTE MY TIME ANYMORE, YOU KNOW? I'm super freaking busy and I don't want to waste time with commitments that I can't keep anymore. I'm sick of being there and I have a million and one things to do today I can't waste two hours eating food for work. So I don't think I'll go. I'm just going to skip it. It's not required so I'll just give up. Okkaaayyy I will I promise =3 If I have any. xD And if you ever want to skip but can't really think of a place, just tell me, and I'm sure I can come up with something if you don't want to anymore. She haasss yes =3 It wasn't really a good role for her, but in Across the Universe, yeah. Such a good movie. www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7FjD6J-CcE ALSO I GUESS IT'S TOM HARDY'S BIRTHDAY TODAY SO YAY XDDD )) Though disbelief or horror had been the desired effect, the actual response appeared to be sympathy. Sorrow over the truth that he had spoken, the truth that she knew, despite how hard it might seem for some to imagine. It didn’t take a genius to know that Dread meant more to Ramsey than just a planet, than just his home. Pirates, so far as she knew, didn’t care much about others. And if they did, they had their reasons for it. Until today, she hadn’t thought Ramsey capable of much affection or sympathy. But there seemed to be two things pulling at his heart strings, even if he didn’t think much of it himself. Family, she thought. He appeared to care for his crew in one way or another - hell, a part of him even seemed to care for her, if in no way other than an acquaintance. If there was anything that could make him want to save a whole planet, his planet, then it had to have been family. Which made being an absolute stranger even more dangerous and useless than he’d already claimed.
“I...I have-had friends in high places. But...” She paused, closing her eyes, biting at her bottom lip nervously, as though she were ashamed. Ashamed of herself, and the men that she had trusted, rather than believing the man that had now saved her. Protected her, even when he didn’t have to. “I think it’s fair to say that I’m not wanted among them anymore.” How could she even begin to explain how she knew what she knew? That this...up until now, she had believed to be nothing more than a work of fiction. Something that she played with through her imagination, but now was so real? Even if she wanted to, if she tried to tell him, she’d be disregarded as insane, or some kind of witch. And considering how many times that she had been wrong, she doubted that he would believe either of them.
She saw the way that he evaluated her, making her insecure and fearful of her future as he went. But his words that followed made her lose at least a little bit of her hesitation - not enough to make her smile, but a nod of agreement was enough. She wasn’t going to protest staying at the inn, and she wasn’t going to fight anything that he said. Not unless she had to. But there was an unstated trust between them now. Perhaps not on his part, but on hers. She never really had a choice not to trust him, since he was really one of thew few people that she knew, and Captain Davis had proved himself not worthy of her consideration. Now, however, she felt herself wanting to trust him, even if she kept telling herself it was for lack of a better option, or from the fact that he was the only person that had helped her of late.
Keeping herself out of the discussion of rooms, Briony stayed silent. She had heard him request two, something that both comforted her and sent shivers down her spine, a deep part of herself not wanting to be left alone, but the denial of such a request only worried her all the more. Following Ramsey up, she felt her heart quicken in it’s pace, until her eyes fell upon the appearance of two beds in the room with relief. Offering him a reserved, gentle smile of assurance, she nodded in response to his question. “It’s fine, thank you.” She said, knowing that anywhere was better than the beds aboard the ship. And besides, even if she had hated it, she knew that Ramsey wasn’t about to take her elsewhere just to accommodate her needs. He already thought her picky enough.
Once they’d settled to bed, Briony found herself in significantly fewer clothes than before, quickly hiding herself beneath the soft and yet scratchy sheets of the inn. Though she was not uncomfortable - as a matter of fact, she felt rather relieved having him there - she did find herself nervous, sharing a room with a near stranger. And out of her trepidation, she’d gone to bed without a word to him.
Silence, however, was not about to incapsulate the night. Dreams were usually a thing that men and women looked forward to in the depths of the night. The night, that held them close and waited for them to wake. But for Briony, the distance between the day and the night seemed not to exist - the flaws of the day haunting her deep into the night. Screeching in agony, Briony kicked at her covers and clawed at the fabric, all to escape the plague of her own consciousness. Finally, in a fit of wakefulness, the screaming halted and she started upright - sitting up, her breath heavy, with a panic in her heart and tears in her eyes, turning to face the only other person she knew to exist at this moment.
“Ramsey,” She whimpered, not bothering to realize it was the first time she had ever uttered the name she’d heard described as his first.
He could have laughed at her, had he not needed to be serious. How she fought so hard against the tricks she’d used against he and Ramsey in the past. How she ran, and fled when he needed her to pay attention, and how she argued now that distrust wasn’t capable, even when the day before she’d called it normal. “I think you’ve kept enough secrets, Alice.” He said firmly, though he doubted that she would buy it as a valid argument. “Besides, I’m sure you’re keeping some things from me already. I just haven’t had the nerve or the time to ask about them.” He added. There were only so many things she could tell him about her history with Ramsey at this point - many things ignored or not mentioned, and he knew that regardless of how close or distant they had become, not telling him about the past was a true problem that they had yet to address. But now wasn’t the time for that, either, as he held her close instead, protecting her, and others, from the honesty that was her identity.
It was her whisper that made him stop and stare, however. Her murmuring of permission and bedrooms, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing his cheeks flush. He had to be serious, he had to be strong, and turning into a cherry at the suggestion of a competition between the bedsheets wasn’t a way of doing that. Despite the expression of surprise and interest that stole his face as she spoke, he tried his best to recover from that with a shake of his head, and a light chuckle. “If we were at the point where could have permission, I think we’d be having very different conversations, Alice.” He said, noting her grin, which may have sparked the red thats he was looking for in his flesh.
But time wasn’t to be spent in bedrooms or alleyways, so instead he released her, and thought with as much consideration as he could. “I know that.” He nodded, looking down at her seriously. “I do know that, Alice. But then again, you haven’t been entirely alone the whole time. I do recall there were two boys that loved helping you, until you stabbed them in the back. And then one of those boys wound up in a place where he had absolutely no one to rely upon. So never tell me that I won’t understand it, Alice, because chances are I do. We’re more alike than you think - But I can’t help it if I haven’t been burdened by it.” He told her. Just because he still had a family, had a world, didn’t mean that he had always felt that way. Not when your world didn’t exist in the mind of the one that you’d been placed upon. Everyone else may as well have been dead. Even her.
“Aye, but there’s a difference between stealing from a bastard captain and stealing from men who need to work to survive.” He agreed, sounding a bit more like his brother than himself. Sounding more like his past. His curiosity was peaked, however, as she mentioned making a rather convincing cabin boy - suddenly imagining her in male dress, with her hair pulled away. And he didn’t buy it for a second. Her face was too pure. “Somehow I doubt that...” He muttered, scoffing a little. “You’re too pretty to be a cabin boy - but you’ve got the personality for it. The only way we can stow away is if they’re going where we are, though.” He said, ignoring the tug upon his shirt out of habit, reaching up to brush a hand over hers delicately, as though batting it away with any true effort, his eyes scouting out the alley around them. “Innocent strangers are that, though, aren’t they, Alice? Innocent?” He asked, glancing back down at her finally. “You’re the one that knows where we’re going. When it comes down to it, it’s up to you to find us a ship, you know.”
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Post by ``MIA on Sept 15, 2013 17:47:34 GMT -5
(yeaaah. I'll probably still like it. I tend to like every movie i see, no matter how bad it is. xDDD o.o uh what's this dinner you have to go to? Or are you talking about not eating at all because you don't have the time? Because that's really bad, mur. You need to eat. >:c ohhhh. Lmao. I've never watched that movie haha. But that reminds me, rose tattoo by dropkick murpheys i feel is basically Ramsey's song lmfao here i made some more lmao ) Nothing was truly spoken between them once she settled beneath the sheets. He took a moment to take a shower, clean himself of sweat and other filth, before sitting down at a table to do nothing but fix a broken pocket watch that had been sitting in his jacket forever. It was only when sleep began to claw at him and make his eyes flutter did he finally get up to settle in bed, shirt tossed to the side and blankets at his feet like a child who kicked them in his sleep. Ever since he had been little, being surrounded by sheets only made him feel like he was being suffocated. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that, on most nights when he and Ronan had been little, sleep came rarely and any time it did, they were without blankets and shivering. One would think Ramsey would revel in this sort of change, that he would actually get the luxury of blankets and pillows, of being able to sleep until the sun set, but he couldn't. It always either got too hot, or his guilt would eat away at him. And even if he didn't want to feel it, there was some relief when his eyes pried open on the first whimper that escaped the girl on the bed next to his. He had only known her a few days, and each night she slept, she slept away from him so he wondered if this was a normal occurrence. Then again, what happened the day could be traumatizing enough to unsettle someone so deeply that sleep was a hard thing to catch, especially to someone so untouched as Briony. It was only when she began to struggle on the bed did he realize how serious it was, nearly even startled him when she jolted up from the bed. " Ramsey" It was the first time she ever said his name, he realized. He had yet to say hers, making sure to keep her at a distance, to make sure she knew that he was the Captain and she was the strange lass he found, but whatever that kept him to it seemed to break a little at this simple whimper that fell from her lips. He wasn't sure what she expected him to do. Perhaps his presence was all he needed to offer, and then be done with it, but he knew that wouldn't be the case tonight. He could still remember nights where Ronan refused to sleep unless Ramsey was there beside him. "C'mere, lass." He moved over in his bed then, patting the bed beside him with a grin on his face that might've been considered playful, if the sympathy in his eyes wasn't so drastic. It wasn't that he was going soft, but that he understood what she was going through, at least some part of it. "Ya' can come keep me warm." He didn't really expect her to do it. It was just an offer, maybe to get her to scoff a little and roll her eyes, but he was surprised when she got up and moved on close. When she settled down beside him, he reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes. He watched her carefully, wondering if she would speak first or it anyone would speak at all. He finally was the one to do it. "Havin' some dirty dreams of me, lass? I can assure ya' it wouldn't be that painful. Maybe a few bites..." His smirk faded once more. "When I was a wee lil' lad, it was just me brother and I, and sometimes dicks like that would come messin' around with 'im when he thinks he's alone, and I'd show up to stop them. He got a bit better at protectin' himself, but most of the times he had trouble sleepin' after." " Aye? Did you just say aye?" Her expression looked rather mortified for a moment, though the expression was easily smoothed over in moments to come. He sounded like his brother in such a short amount of time; she had almost even forgotten they were related, having looked passed the familiar crinkle of his eyes and the way he smiled. Whatever playful mood she had from what he said moments before disappeared, biting her lip as she nodded and just let herself submit to whatever it was he was saying next. "You say you've been alone, but you're not making it seem as if it were something so heartbreaking." She felt herself swallow at his words. "Your brother is a bastard captain," she added quickly, meeting his eyes then even as he seemed to look her over and consider her words. She scowled when he scoffed, giving a quick shove to his chest without any real force behind it. "That's a funny way to compliment someone, when adding an insult along with it." She grit her teeth together, could feel the burn of anger that only died down a little at the brush of his hands, trying to get rid of her grip that she wouldn't release. Her fingers were tight, gripping only tighter and yanking as if to force him down to her level for a minute. "You have your brother to thank for this lovely attitude, you know. And I can do it." She closed her eyes and sighed, her fingers dropping from around his shirt to move freely about the alley once she was sure it was safe. "If it's up to me, then stop making up rules for us to follow. If it's a boat, it's a boat, and we're going to take it." She moved around the corner, stumbling a bit over a crack that had her reaching for his arm to steady herself. And then, with ease, she reached up and pointed to a large ship in the distance. "That ship is going to Dread...At least, to the port beside it. It's the only ship that is willing to drop any supplies for the people there. So, either we go with my idea and hope they won't notice, or we steal it."
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