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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 2:45 pm
saMmaP I'm good, I'm good *rubs foot* Would you mind handing me a stick or something? *starts to stand up* Mae nodded and ran off to find a stick. He returned shortly with a decently strong stick and handed it to Sam. "Here, how's this?" ((OoC: Sorry for being so late! I really do try, my life is hectic, as always))
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:36 am
Jack Kraken Jack looks sadly into his glass. He is surrounded by confusion as it creeps down into the depths of his soul. He is lost, a stray lamb. All the world is naught' but an illusion to further his anxiety and lack of understanding. Jack decides it's time to voice his confusion:"Why're there no brothels on this island?!" gonk she looks over at Jack "Per'aps we need some foolish female's ta fill the brothel? and some males too....fer the females of the island o' course.....but honest' ? I be thinkin' it's a bad idea cause o hygiene reason's and whatnot. Ye know wha' I mean?" she says as she also ponders the lack of naughty activity upon the island...
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:54 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 4:16 am
"...Awrigh' then..."
Jack ascends upon the tables and throws his shirt to the floor.
"Consider me up fer' service, ladies." wink
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 10:55 am
"EAH, that burns!" Artemis whimpers as she laughs and shoots rum out her nose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 1:28 am
Amari laughs "Aye! We find yer glass eye so dern sexeh don't we lasses!" she laughed harder when her captain shot rum out of her nose "Are ye alright Cap'n?" she said, trying not to laugh.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 7:20 am
Jack looks at the room of laughing women.
"...ye's 'ave no taste, ladies. No taste at all..."
Jack storms out of the pub...then reenters.
"...I fergot' me' shirt..."
He then exits again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:41 pm
"Awww. sorry, Jack." Artemis calls after him. "I'm Ok, just a little soggy now." Cleaning the rum off her papers with her sleve.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 7:37 pm
Maeamian saMmaP I'm good, I'm good *rubs foot* Would you mind handing me a stick or something? *starts to stand up* Mae nodded and ran off to find a stick. He returned shortly with a decently strong stick and handed it to Sam. "Here, how's this?" ((OoC: Sorry for being so late! I really do try, my life is hectic, as always)) "Good lord! He's alive! What a wonderful treat to happen on in my day of returning. How have you been old friend?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:08 pm
Namie just watched the commotion in the pub before chugging another bottle of rum. She watched Jack leave. "He seems just like a little child when he does that mates." She said laughing
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 10:13 am
John rushes into the pub and baricades the door shut with barrels and chairs. He is attempting to hide from the raging conflict going on outside on Mainstreet.
"P-pirates! They're pirates and they're killing one another!"
He then rushes for cover behind the counter.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 12:47 pm
"Jack, you are a pirate."
Wickit takes a gander out of the window
"Looks like it's calming down."
Wickit walks behind the bar, grabs up a chest and a barrel and heads upstairs.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 4:52 pm
Artmis clears up her soggy papers and puts them back in her bag. "Enough work on that. For now." She mumbles to herself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:12 am
Captain Wickit "Jack, you are a pirate." "Wh-what?! I am no such thing! I'm the son of a noble-man! And don't call me "Jack". It's John to you sir!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:58 pm
Jack Kraken Captain Wickit "Jack, you are a pirate." "Wh-what?! I am no such thing! I'm the son of a noble-man! And don't call me "Jack". It's John to you sir!" "Yes yes, the spirits have gotten to you. If you'll excuse me I have an appointment."
Wickit proceeds to walk out of the pub with the chest and barrel.
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