Sailing the Fires: Pirate Role Play

After everyone had introduced themselves - if you haven't, your first post will be your introduction to the group and then you can get into the bar fight I'm about to start - Rowena ordered another round of drinks, deciding that it would be best if she just got drunk tonight. It's a special occasion, so it should be fine. Trying to convince herself, the captain held a glass of margarita and swished it around in it's glass.


Not knowing what to do to break the awkward silence that came over the group, Rowena suddenly burst out laughing - because that's what everyone does in an awkward situation. Laugh. - she began pounding the table, shaking the floor because of how much she was laughing. Clutching her stomach, Rowena wiped some of the tears that escaped her eyes.


"I just remembered something about this pirate," Rowena tapped Vance's shoulder when she recalled that 'pirate' as if they were reminiscing. "Remember 'im, Vance?" Chuckling lightly, Rowena took a sip of her margarita and continued her little pirate tale. "We beat 'im unarmed to!" Rowena howled with laughter, abusing the table with her fist once again. "Not going to say any names - "Captain" Coby - but he used to be a weakling!" Leaning back in her chair, Rowena tapped her cheek with her mechanical arm. "...well done puberty...well done..." Rowena muttered with a somewhat perverted smirk on her face. Turning back to her new crew, Rowena began to boast about all her achievements, getting more and more drunk with every sip she took of the margarita. "And then,"


"SHUT UP!!" a very burly looking man slammed his beer down on the table and stormed up to the infamous pirate captain. "Look here, beautiful, it would be best if you stopped talking or else someone's going to get hurt." It was quite obvious that this man and his gang were drunk. Red face? Check. Slurred speech? Check. Terrible balance? Check.


Rowena smirked at the man - who was about five times bigger than her - and raised an eyebrow. "You?" It seemed like this woman loved to get into trouble, didn't she? "Why don't you shut your pot hole and scurry back to your little table, hm?" It wasn't actually a question, it was more like a taunt, daring the man and his group to make the first move in the bar fight. I guess I'm drunk enough for this.





And, they did. Not being able to take any more offensive words from the foul woman, the burly man raised his fist and punched Rowena in the face. She didn't even try to dodge it! "How dur yur like dat?!" The rest of the man's gang boomed with laughter at Rowena's expense.


Reaching up to feel her cheek, Rowena frowned. He dares to hit a lady...? Narrowing her eyes at the man, Rowena's body stiffened as she felt herself get ready to attack her "prey". I've felt worse. Smirking at the man, Rowena opened her mouth to say the three words that would start the insane bar fight.


"I love it."


((FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!)
 
"I guess we're doing intros then?" Violet thought to herself. She remembered what she'd been using before, but boiled it down into a simpler sentence. But....she wasn't a part of the crew. A least not yet. It definitely seemed that if she didn't speak up soon, Violet Greene would be left behind and long forgotten. Amidst the fighting captain and crew,Violet seemed insignifcant. "Quick...get noticed." was her only thought. Reacting on instinct, she took a glass bottle of beer just as it was being handed to a grumpy old man. She took a big swig of the liquid before letting it drop to the floor. It landed with a crash, sending pieces all around the floor. The old man stood, but she pushed him back down into his chair. Turns out he was a member of the other crew. He threw a punch, which she dodged without effort. He was pretty drunk, and his movements were slow. "Well now how am I supposed to introduce myself?" she asked the man with rage. Grabbing another bottle, she chugged the remaining beverage and threw it at her opponent. "I guess this will have to do." She was a little buzzed, so with her loudest, drunken voice she declared, "MY NAME IS VIOLET GREENE AND I'M GOING TO BE YOUR NEW COOK!" as she dodged the man's attacks. It was true that she wasn't officially a member, but it seemed like a proper intro.
 
Red looked at the fight that was happening, turning away from poking at the drink that had been set in front of her. The captain was completely drunk and now was causing even more trouble. Red was a bit surprised when he actually punched some one who didn't do anything super bad. Not that Red knew anything of the matter, or even wanted to know anything about it.


She looked at the fight that was going on and didn't like the sight of the scum that dared to mess with her captain. Her captain; Red liked the sound of that. She belonged beside Rowena, whether the captain was drunk or sober, and she still needed to repay Rowena for actually accepting her.


Red shot a hole through the ceiling, a warning shot that got most people in the bar silent. She stood from her seat, standing next to Rowenna for a second just to announce, "I'm going to kick you for every time you said, 'Ha,'" She turned to a skinny, tall looking man with shaggy hair and crooked teeth, "If I'm corrected you said it about 4 times." With that, she stepped closer and kicked him upwards, "1," And switched feet, slamming her left foot into his stomach and sending him off balance, "2," She kicked him upwards again, "3," Before nailing him where it counts. "4, First punishment complete."


She turned towards the next man, she had skipped two, because they were already being handled. "You said it 5 times, right?"
 
Jayson took a sip of the soda he secretly ordered without anyone noticing. How did he do it? Magic, now shut your face and read. Anyway, he watched as everyone around him became drunker and drunker leading to more and more fights. His facial expression? Neutral. It's not like he had never been in a bar fight before. That being said, he didn't know how to react to one. So, he didn't. Simple as that.


He was, however, getting really annoyed by the guy that punched the captain. Not only did e not like the idea of hitting a lady, but the guy just sound so annoying. And though e liked the part wen Red kept kicking them, he felt like doing SOMETHING instead of nothing. So, Jayson simply picked up one of his untouched beer glasses and threw it at the man's face. He knew drunks were open to believing certain things, so if need be, he'd just say that the old man fighting that woman apparently named Violet. Perfect plan.


(please note; Jayson is not always this evil .3.))
 
Rowena turned to the new comer with an insane grin on her face. "WELCOME TO THE CREW, GREENE!!" Letting out an obnoxious laugh, Rowena swiftly kicked one of the men in the balls and knocked him over to stand on his back. "Let's kick some ass." Feeling the adrenaline rush through her veins, Rowena still felt a little too drunk to take out her sword - if she did then she's probably going to kill someone.


Going to hand to hand, the pirate captain smirked at the people before her. "Let me show you why I'm a pirate." Suddenly appearing in front of the "leader" of some sorts, Rowena smiled innocently and punched him in the face. Owch. I think I just broke his nose. Chuckling darkly, Rowena kicked the woman behind her as she continued to watch as blood spilt out from the leader's nose. "How do you like the taste of metal?" Sending an iron fist towards one of the men, literally to. That's gotta hurt.


Rowena faced a few drunkards, deflecting the beer bottles and other objects that they threw at her. "That's not very fair." Punching through one of the tables that was heading towards her, Rowena felt a little grateful that she had mechanical arms because that would be one hell of a butler splinter to take care of.
 
Claire was enjoying this, and decided to savor the moment with a song. She got out her guitar and began to play and sing.


"It seems the men looked tough in strong


But I guess thinking that was wrong


For now their weak asses


Are being kicked by fair lasses


As I sing a joyous song


Let's have another sip of beer


It shouldn't hurt one bit, My dear


Except the girl who's underage


What's with the lack of an outrage?


She should do it anyway here!


It's crew verse crew- a joyous fight


I wonder who'll have sleep tonight


But all of us can tell


Who's fighting very well


And who will come to see the light!"


Red glared at the unnecessary songtress, obviously talking to her when speaking about some one underage. She had 2 weeks to wait before she could actually be considered of drinking age. She continued delivering kicks and couting, "7, I hope you suffer extremely." She faced her next victom, who already had beer and shards of glass in his face from... Jayson.
 
Now, Vance wasn't one for unnecessary violence, in fact, he would've just dragged Rowena out of the bar. However, when the man punched her, something inside of him snapped. Ever since his old crew died, he became fiercely protective of those close to him.


When the leader was open, he sent a punch to his gut that practically sent him across the bar. He cracked his knuckles, approaching the other members. "Don't touch the Captain." Vance had officially joined the fight and he was definitely going to let these people have it. When a person who was always calm was angry, nothing good ever happened.


Vance caught the fist being sent towards him and flipped him over his shoulder, crashing into the one behind him. He gave a roundhouse kick to the jaw of a bearded man, which was resulted in him being knocked out cold. These people had no skill whatsoever. They were sloppy, unorganized, and not to mention drunk. 'This will be over very soon.'


After blocking a chair and dodging a broken beer bottle, Vance was officially on a roll. He had been taking out enemies left and right, not even a scratch on his body. However, there was one problem. "I'm thirsty." Luckily, an enemy seemed to read his mind as he came at him with a full bottle. He stopped the man with his foot and took the beverage. "Thank you." He was lucky it wasn't alcohol, he didn't need to be drunk as well. When he was finished, he kicked the immobile man. "Captain, how many of these guys are left? The police will definitely be coming now."
 
(.3. crud, I can't think of anything to type other than "Jayson just sat there drinking his water, ignoring the fact that the entire bar had become an arena of sorts". So...I'll just leave it at that. Mew.))
 
Serus decided he hated the man standing across the table, offering to gamble while the others fought around him. He put in his money in the "pot" or what they would collect for who won, and the other man put all of his money in the pot, being a bit greedy today. Serus took out a beer bottle, seeing it was right for the job. He threw it sideways at the man, watching it spun as it reached him. He took out his pistol, shooting the very end of the beer bottle, this caused the beer bottle to shatter, and the shards continued moving forwards, only a few inches, to his victim's face. Perfect. Serus took the coins off the table, putting them in his pouch on his right side.


Serus , seemingly bored after that, decided to flip the table, crushing his opponent's body, who was still frantically trying to get glass shards out of his face. The table made a good thump noise as it landed on the man, and Serus put his sandal on the now-overturned table, stepping on it with the other foot. Now this was a marksmanship challenge. Balancing on the overturned table, Serus looked for something to shoot. That man's kneecap looked like a good place to start. He shot- missed, then shot again, making the man a cripple for the rest of his life.


Serus, however, unlike most of the people here was completely sober. He holstered his pistol, walking up the the collapsed man he crippled, then began to dance to the lovely tune on his chest. He wasn't a bad dancer, it was just a bit.. cruel, sometimes. Serus continued dancing, deciding tap dancing would be the best way to go about it on his new stage.
 
(.3. ima just wait until the bar fight is over, I don't really know what to do with Jayson at the moment since the most fighting he'd be doing would probably throwing the glass of beer at the man's face)) 
(On that note, I'm going to be off for a few minutes so I can eat breakfast.)) 
(Scratch that, Ima be off for a while...sorry))
 
"Eh, not much left." Rowena rubbed her sore cheek, wondering if she was getting a little rusty. Most of the people in the bar had rushed out to get away from the insane fight, those people were smart. Not wanting to get caught by the police - again - Rowena brushed off the imaginary dirt from her clothing and readjusted her hat. "I guess we must take our leave." It was a good thing she had Vance, or else Rowena would've been behind bars a long time ago.


"Let's go!" Rowena gestured for her crew to follow her out as she swiftly jumped over the counter and took a few supplies. We're pirates after all. Chuckling lightly, Rowena waved goodbye to the now terrified bartender and ran towards her ship with a sack of food slung over her shoulder.


Spotting her beautiful baby, Rowena grinned as she admired the beautiful craftsmanship of the ship. "Run for the border!!" Rowena yelled, adrenaline pushing her to move her legs faster. Turning to look back, Rowena flashed her middle finger to the police behind her. "F*** you!" Getting onto the ship, Rowena helped the rest of her crew on - and maybe a few others that she just grabbed - and set sail out to sea.


((I thought I posted this but I didn't...weird.)) 
((come on guys! It's only been a day and this rp is already dying.))
 
Red looked at the captain once they had all gotten on the ship. With an eyebrow raised, she asked, "Do you have a plan for where we're headed? And by the way you grabbed a few people that never said they were going to join, including that annoying one-woman-band over there." She pointed at Claire, who was playing her guitar and singing, "We're off to see the fire, the wonderful fire- It burns! Because, because because, none of us beasts are invincible!"


Claire was enjoying this moment, she was leaving her life as a star, but her fans would have to wait, because she was setting on a magical adventure full of beautiful, volcanic magma that could potentially kill her, plus whatever else was out there. She left herself open as she stood at the edge looking down at the firey goo.


(I was typing since about 3 posts ago .-.)
 
(Sorry, did a bit of running around .3. I've still got some writer's block and I don't have much to say, so let's just say that Jayson got on the ship since I'm an evil lazy cheater =w=))
 
Rowena glanced over all the people on the ship and then laid her eyes on the one woman band. "I think she has a great voice." Glancing over to the police cars that were all stuck on the metal dock a mile away or so, Rowena released a loud laugh. "Well, you guys are stuck with us until we get to the next port." Winking at the new additions to her crew, Rowena put the sack of food she stole from the bar down. "Unless you want to be a pirate."


Chuckling lightly, Rowena leaned against the railing of the ship, feeling the somewhat cool breeze as The Wicked Turnip glided through the magma. Feeling sober once again, Rowena suddenly realized her current situation. "I JUST KIDNAPPED SEVEN PEOPLE!!" Beginning to panic on what to do, Rowena removed her trademark pirate hat and paced back and forth. I can't go back and drop them off at the dock. The popos are there. Looking up at the new people, stress evident on her face.


"Say....you guys wouldn't mind being pirates, would you...?" Rowena chuckled nervously as she held her hat to her chest and pet it gently. Oh, who am I kidding..? They're not going to want to be pirates.





"Sure." a white haired man leaned on one of the barrels and began sharpening his two machetes. "That's why I was at the dock anyway." Looking up at the captain with piercing blue eyes, the man got off of the barrel and introduced himself. "Robin Kaine, at your service, captain."


((introducing our master carpenters guys: Robin Kaine. I haven't completed his charrie sheet yet because I'm a procrastinator. :P ))
 
"Red Brandton is at your service," Red said, plainly. "As Long as there's a decent amount of common sence and plan. And I'm not sharing a cabin with any unfamous and naive musician! If we even have rooms to sleep in. Plus, this is the closest thing I've got if I want to find the Moses Stone. I want to look for it and bring back the sea."


Red glanced around the ship, her eyes passing over the stolen food, the misfit crew, the captain, and the police who were fading away. She looked back over her desicion. Did she just agree to living the life of a Pirate? A Savage? A criminal?!


"I'd love to join in the gang!" Claire said, raising her hand and for the first time not singing her words.
 
(yaaaaaaaaaay, kidnapping people 'cause you're drunk))


Jayson watched all of the police back at the dock as they sailed away. His face basically said, 'oh my gosh, it's the police and I don't even care'. He smiled and waved goodbye to them all then gathered with the rest of the crew, taking a look around the ship as he went.


It was a very nice ship. I couldn't describe it to you, but it was definitely nice. Jayson watched with a blank face as the captain panicked a bit after accidentally taking too many people on the boat. He didn't particularly think it mattered, after all, pirates in the old days took hostages all the time and these people didn't even count as hostages. Jayson suddenly brightened up as he realized that a bigger crew meant more friends and boy, his new crew were in for an interesting cabin boy.
 
It was just like....."bam".


It was just like....."boom".


It was just like....."snap"!


It was just like....."badda bing badda bum da dum da dum"!


Heh, no it wasn't ACTUALLY like that. That was ridiculous, even for him.


Either way, it was still totally unexpected and a complete surprise. One moment; Sylvester was strolling to his favorite bar, hands in his pockets, a tune on his lips.......then an instant later he felt a steel-like grip take hold of his arm.


"Wheee whe whe wheee-WOAH!"


That happened to be a particularly annoying aspect of having one functional eye:


You had a blind spot.


So one can only imagine his immediate astonishment as he was pulled off his feet and dragged by a mysterious figure he assumed to potentially be a ghost caused by his mild alcoholic buzz or a very, very, very angry rapist who was fond of handsome young men like himself. Thankfully, however, he managed to just barely swivel his head to catch a glance of, not one, but two attackers.


A left and a right.


Perky.


Bouncy.


Well, she can rape me ANY time.


Sylvester was already too drunk and too surprised to do anything other then allow himself to be kidnapped by this mysterious female who happened to be adorned in familiar attire. His eye widened. Could she be---


The question did not even finish going through his mind before it discovered an answer. "Gah!" The man shouted, finding that he was taken to the gorgeous beauty of a ship he had been admiring only minutes before his capture.


Oh my Lord.....I'm being arrested by a brigade of potentially sexy women pirates. Thank you, God. Thank you.


"HEY! Wait a minute!" He yelped once more, his voice slightly slurred by a coating of rum.


Yet, it still happened at such an incredible rate that he had no choice but to allow gravity to control his body while it was propelled onto the ship.


He also wasn't able to regain his composure until the she-buccaneer finally released him. Sylvester stumbled and attempted to take hold of the ship itself, but as it suddenly hurtled forward he fell backwards and landed on a particularly nasty spot with his head.


"Son of a b!tch!"


"Well, you guys are stuck with us until we get to the next port."


Till the next port? He turned to look up at her, his brows furrowing while he rubbed the injured area, sitting dumbly on his ass.


"Say....you guys wouldn't mind being pirates, would you...?"


Pirates? Ah....so she was a......


Shit.


A Pirate.


Sylvester was entwined within a mixture of excitement, confusion, and even caution in this drunken state. His hand went to the inside of his coat, reaching for the one thing he felt was required in this situation.....


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A glint of bright blue could be seen from beneath the shadows of the stranger’s hat, like flecks of ice contained within stunning pupils. “The last thing anybody needs or wants is to slip in the blood you spill. They might get a concussion…..which, according to practicality, is what you most likely have.” She shrugged. “Well, it would mean more business for me, ether way.” She had been leaning in the corner of the ship the whole time, hidden by the shrouded darkness of the dim lighting. Tilting up her headwear, it was now clear the speaker was female. Quiet an attractive one, at that.


The girl smirked, taking in another gulp of whiskey from the silver flask she held in her hand. Slinging it back on her belt, she crossed her arms once more, uncrossing her legs. “You’ll be lucky if all you have is a concussion, Moron.” The young woman said his name with a strange edge, implacable, but still there. “In my professional opinion, you need to see a Doctor. Well, you WILL if you decide to pull that gun out."


Luckily for you, I am present.”


She straightened her back, moving a couple steps from the wall. Even in those few motions one could tell that she walked with natural grace and elegance that could only be acquired through the brutal training of swordsmanship. Her boots were as silent against the ground as the rest of her advancements were, her facial expression nearly emotionless. It was only her piercing eyes that gave away intense cunning and deductive precision. Bones was very much aware who the other young women was, and what she was capable of.


Also that despite her otherwise humored demeanor she was an brilliant warrior with an eye for adventure.


This, of course, fascinated her.


Keeping her sights locked onto the stupid drunkard on the floor, the female did not even look where she was stepping. It was as though her feet had minds of their own, quickly moving over and around the boots of others. She took in the Captain's appearance, making the slightest of notions along even the smallest details along his apparent formations. She had watched her fight. The Captain was no girl to be fooled with; her skill exceeded that of most.


But then again, so did hers.


“Actually, judging by the velocity of the blow, the weight of your empty head, and the thickness of your skull…….” She lightly tapped her chin in sarcastic theatricality, “I’d say that your occipital bone has been damaged, or at least bruised. I’d need to check in order to be completely positive, though.” Bones stepped over him, walking past the other people till she stood directly in front of the Captain herself, beside the fallen idiot. “The occipital lobes are the center of our visual perception system. They are not particularly vulnerable to injury because of their location at the back of the brain, although any significant trauma to the brain could produce subtle changes to our visual-perceptual system, such as visual field defects and scotomas. The Peristriate region of the occipital lobe is involved in visuospatial processing, discrimination of movement and color discrimination.” Without averting her gaze, the female opened a pack on her belt, removing a small, black device with a lens to the front. She flipped the back gear, causing it to suddenly glow with a bright white illumination. Raising an eyebrow, she twirled it within her fingers as she held it up, making a notion to his eyes. Her voice was testing, trying him. “Just as I thought."


The female slipped it back into her case, crossing her arms once more as she looked to the drunk woman.


"You're the one looking for the crew, I presume?"
 
Violet picked out the shards of glass that'd found their way into her arms. When the captain welcomed her to the crew, she regained her cool. Now she stood on the deck of the Wicked Turnip as the new cook. She agreed to becoming a member of the crew. So there she was. The point of no return. Her thoughts went back to her family. What would they think? She guessed they'd be proud that she was finally on her own. She let her mind ponder these thoughts before returning to reality. "Aye. A fine ship you have here. Just point me to the kitchen." she said, remembering recipes she was taught since she was a young girl.
 
"I'm glad that we have so many new recruits, but I'd rather avoid the kidnapping next time." Vance walked forward, long hair swaying in the wind. "I'd like to welcome you to the Wicked Turnip. If you have any questions, please ask either me or the captain." He turned towards Rowena, smile still on his face. "I'll be on the lower part of the ship. I'll make sure everything is alright down there. Also, I have a phone call to make." Vance waved and opened the door to head downstairs. 'Things are shaping up nicely around here.'


After making sure the engine was in perfect shape, Vance pulled out a small black object from his coat pocket. He flicked his finger across the bright screen that showed up, looking for the right option. "There we go." He clicked the button and it began to load. On the screen, it read 'Calling Mother.' He thought he would've had time to say goodbye in person, but this would do.
 
(I would think you guys would need your pilot, hahah, Ill try to get a post up now. No promises.)
 
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