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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 29, 2007 13:21:04 GMT -5
Quentin walked into the pub; there were drunkards everywhere. He smiled faintly, they looked like they were on a ship out at sea with how tipsy they all were. Quentin sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
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Post by Metoria on Dec 29, 2007 14:00:20 GMT -5
Metoria skipped into the pub. "Heya! I'll have a Vodka with Cranberry juice Thanks!" She sat down next to some guy. "So hows you're day going?" She asked him although she had no idea who the hell he was.
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 29, 2007 14:03:12 GMT -5
Quentin was taken back a little. "Oh, I'm doing fine, and you Miss . . ." he asked hoping she'd fill in her name.
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Post by Anya on Dec 29, 2007 14:21:31 GMT -5
A young girl walked into the pub she had short red hair. She sat beside Quentin, cussing beneath her breath. When she realized she was cussing a bit to loud she turned to Quentin half embarrassed.
"Um . . .How . . . .do you do?"
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 29, 2007 15:36:14 GMT -5
Quentin chuckled "I'm doing fine, and you?"
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Post by Metoria on Dec 29, 2007 18:31:48 GMT -5
"Oh I'm sorry! how silly of me! I'm Metoria! I'm looking for a crew to join but sadly i can't find one!" Metoria shrugged and went back her drink. "You wouldn't happen to know where i can join one do you? and don't sweat it dearie! everyone cusses whether people like it or not!" she said dismissing the young girl who had just arrived.
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 29, 2007 20:46:36 GMT -5
Quentin smiled. "To join?" He asked. "I happen to be the Captain of a ship called Ebony and I'm looking for crewman, preferably a lieutenant."
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Post by Anya on Dec 30, 2007 12:44:06 GMT -5
The girl looked at Quentin oddly. "Do you need a doctor she asked?"
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 30, 2007 16:17:18 GMT -5
"Why, yes, actually I do. Are you a doctor?"
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Post by Anya on Dec 30, 2007 20:54:36 GMT -5
"Indeed I am." She replied. "If it is fine with you I'd like to join your crew."
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 30, 2007 20:55:54 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me." Quentin exclaimed. "The names Quentin, and yours?"
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Post by Anya on Dec 30, 2007 20:56:57 GMT -5
"Anya, Anya Collins. May I take a gander at your ship?"
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Post by Quentin Nokov on Dec 30, 2007 20:58:26 GMT -5
"Sure!" Quentin exclaimed. He finished the last of his drink and got up from his chair. "Come follow me."
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Post by bishop on Dec 30, 2007 21:14:57 GMT -5
I guess it begins with the docking of a small ship. A small ship carrying a group of people looking to come to Bell City. A group of people that were normal average folks, have families at home and jobs. Though amongst these everyday hard working men and women, there was a Pirate, The Lieutenant of the Prodigy. Searching for some recruits, A bottle of vodka and maybe a game or two.
Now our story continues when our not so little friend entered the pub. Immediately looking to the bartender almost asking him if their were any known sailors in the pub. Unfortunately he was knew to this pub, so its not like the bartender knew what he was asking. Bishop walked over to the man and quietly asked for a shot of Vodka. Handing him the money and taking the drink, Bishop quickly downed it and looked around the pub.
His left hand was resting in his robe as usual. His favourite oceanic robe, and matching blue sash, with the large bell attached to it. The ringing it made when he moved was oh so lovable mostly because of how it pissed off everybody else. He looked down at his sandals for a second. He'd probably need to buy a new pair soon.
Bishop tapped the table, just next to his cup, signaling for a refill. When the bartender bought his drink, Bishop blew him off and sat down. Leaving his wallet empty, Bishop never intended on paying the man, he had no money for it anyways.
Bishop took a seet at one of the table and looked at everyone, eavesdropping on their conversations as they talked. As he did, he heard a man and a women speaking, apperently he had just recruited someone, which wasnt good news for him... but maybe there was a game to be played, a rather devious one. Maybe he could bring down another ship and its crew. Oh, He so hoped it was the Ebony, if he could take control of the ship and bring it back to his captain... Or keep it for himself. Oh, how many games he could he play with such a ship.
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Post by Anya on Dec 31, 2007 11:51:47 GMT -5
Anya took another swig of her drink and sat the empty cup on the bar. She reached into her pocket and pulled out three silver shillings. One for her drink one for Quentin's and one for Metoria's. She stood up from her seat and awaited for Quentin to lead her to the ship.
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