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| James Norrington | Oct 22 2009, 04:16 AM Post #1 |
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James had been stuck in the town for too long. Stuck without a ship, crew, any kind of respectable pirating and worst of all with no Blackberry Brandy. As of late James spent his days pickpocketing who and whatever he could. At night he found himself rotting away at the Tavern. And why should this night be any different? He had to duck slightly upon entering, the door frame apparently built by a midget. Sighing he took a seat in the far corner, hollering over the ruckus to the barmaid. He waited rather patiently, tracing along the cracks and imperfections in the wooden tabletop with a long pointer finger. He traced a pathway to a basket of stale bread by the, rather questionably clean, wall. Idly he picked up a crusty roll and began to pick at it, ingesting the stale bits first and saving the soft fresh inside for last. The barmaid placed his drink down with a sloshing thud and held a plump greasy hand out awaiting payment. Coughing down a bit of bread James fished her payment out and pressed it into her hand, dismissing her with a grunt and wave of his hand. "I remember when the wenches at least attempted to earn a living by speaking to their customers." He spoke, half to himself and half into his mug, as the albeit familiar smell of rum invaded his nostrils. Sighing he rolled the center of the bread into a tight round mass and popped it into his mouth, washing it down with a large gulp of rum. [ooc: as I am using my phone for all of this I apologise for any spelling/grammar issues and am unable to appropriately judge the length of my posts. If they are too short sorry and if they are too long suck it up and read it :p] |
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The me that you know he's made out of wires and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away. I can try to tuck away the sound in my ears. I can feel it killing away all of my bad parts. I don't want to listen, but its all too clear. I live backwards, inside of me. I feel so afraid. Annie hold a little tighter, I might just slip away... | |
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