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 Posted: Mon May 15, 2006 7:06 pm
Ardrick desires to interrupt and introduce himself, but decides to wait it out. He continues to wipe the drops of rum that drip from Jack's eye socket. When no more drips come her throws the rag in a metal bucket and lights it on fire. The inside of it bursts into flames. Ardrick warms himself.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 9:39 pm
((Sorry I haven't been on in awhile. I got grounded.))
Namie bursts into the pub with a harty laugh. It seems she got drunk while she was walking around outside of the pub. "What'd I miss." She says drunkenly.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 1:40 am
"Well, Miss Namie, I lost me' eye...but I'm still as attractive as ever!"
Drinks through his eye socket again.
((How'd ye' get grounded? Piratin'?))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 6:50 am
"Well mayb' if ya didn't drink through your eye socket." Namie laughed watching Jack drink rum through his socket. She didn't know how he did it, but she laughed because of it.
((Not really. I wish though. I actually voiced my opinion.))
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 3:11 am
Hey, look at these wonderful Geranium pots I 'ave
*two boots stand at the window with drit and flowers in them*
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 8:32 am
"Ah sure, they're marvelous Gov'nah! ... If I could see 'em right...bit blurry...*cough*..*splutter*, *cough* ,*hack*...*ahem*...too much rum, heh. They look familiar though."
Jack rubs his eye.
"...they wouldn't be my boots would they gov'nah?..." mad
((Oh aye? What'd ya' say?))
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 4:45 pm
Namie looked at jacks feet noticing his boots were gone. Namie laughed, "Are you sure there your boots. Maybe they are the cats down the street."
((I don't remember what I said, I just know I was defending my sister in opinion mode))
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 7:18 pm
*Wickit bursts in and finds his favorite barrel at the bar*
"Oy, it's been a long month... Iced zombie please..."
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 12:03 pm
"Well lads, I've made me' mind. I'm goin' to a busy port ta' get meself' a glass eye!"
Jack walks over to Zammaps geranium pots and dumps the soil onto the ground. He notices a name printed onto the interior: "James Cecil Bellamy."
(...I knew they were mine...)
After placing the boots on his feet and picking up one of the geraniums he addresses the pub.
"So, lads, does anyone have a boat I could borrow...or a dingy...or a plank o' wood...or somethin'?"
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:12 pm
I 'ave a really big paintin' an' a dog house.
*drinks rum*
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 6:27 pm
::Artemis walks into the pub::
"Ahoy Mates! How's the grog this mornin'?"
::She nods to the customers and takes a seat at the bar::
"I've been as busy as a barnacle-bottomed bilge monkey."
((i'm new to RPGing, please be gentle))
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 8:06 pm
Mae looks back up from the last drops of his rum. "Grog's not strong enough. Not by a long shot." He sighs and orders another one
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 8:14 pm
Aye, grog is just watered down rum. 'Ow silly aye!?
*drinks rum*
An' 'ell, aren't we all buzy?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 8:38 am
With a sigh Jack takes his leave of the pub.
"There's no way I'll impress the ladies with this vile wound. I'll make me' way to Isla Mona an' buy the most realistic glass eye they've got on sale!"
Jack then wanders off to the port. He notices a dingy, he looks around to make sure that no one is watching before shoving the boat into the water and boarding it.
"Fare thee' well Provoka. I hardly knew yee'."
((By the way, wasn't there a thread for the port area afore' now? Where's it gone?))
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 4:58 pm
"HAHA! In that case I'll have a some rum."
"Good luck with the eye!" she calls after Jack
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