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Dastardly Scandal!? Forming of the Clock Work crew
Topic Started: Jun 4 2010, 05:27 AM (980 Views)
Samwise
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Calico tensed when reminded of his incident and for a split second went a bit pale. Selnom didn't notice Calico's slightly dulled colour. He was sure to disregard the faint feeling of dread and grabbed hold of the offered beer. It was ice cold with droplets of water trickling down the side of the glass. Calico drank a good portion before setting it down with a sigh of contetedness. The froth had stuck to his beard but neither he or anyone else really noticed.

Calico stared Selnom down with a broadening smile. He liked a man who had a sense of determination and self confidence. When the beer lady came Calico chuckled at Selly's order. He didn't say it directly but muttered under his breath

"Only five rounds? What are ya a wee little lass?"

His ridiculing retort ended when Selnom turned to him and began asking a question with a more serious tone. Calico didn't catch exactly what he said because the music stopped and shouts of disapproval consumed any possible clear communication.

He gazed over at the band and noticed a lone man prepping himself to play a tune. Calico perked up curious to see what would happen. Before long the music resumed with a much more catchy beat. The song really hit him hard. It was intoxifying, that guy was outstanding!

"If only I could get such a talent to join my crew..." Calico said longingly.

Most of the audience sang with the stage man so Calico decided why not join in on the fun. Selnom and the drinking contest completely slipped his mind until he saw him grooving to the music. Calico laughed and was about to give Selly a playful shove when the five rounds of golden brown orgasmic scrumptiousness appeard before them. Selnom broke the silence between them before Calico could even open his mouth.

"You read my mind fish boy! Let's do this thang!" Calico bellowed.

His fellow contendor in the battle for who can last the longest before getting too drunk and passing out offered him the chance to go first. Calico responded by snatching a glass layed out neatly on his side and inhaled it before you could say snickerdoodle. He shuddered from the intake of liver poison.

"Wow, this stuffs pretty damn strong..." Calico thought to himself.

He began to sway back and forth. A drowsy feeling swept over him and he was fighting a futile battle to stay awake. The world blurred around him. There was no way one beer could screw him up that badly. It had to be spiked! He tried slapping himself to wake up and shaked his head furiously. His blonde hair whipped the sides of his face but the heavy fatigue didn't leave him. His limbs were beginning to go limp and he could hardly feel anymore. Calico's mind was clouded and his thought process was failing. After a few weak attempts to pull himself together everything went black.









Edited by Samwise, Jun 6 2010, 06:27 PM.
Calico Jack • Captain Clock Work Pirates • Martial Artist / Smith • Clock Work PiratesBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000• Location: North Blue
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KempSeed
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Mark shifted his eyes back and forth. He watched his fellow poker players faces closely to see if he could spot any slight reaction which might give away their bluff. He hadn't much money so to him loosing wouldn't be such a hardship. This was a good thing because his hand stunk. Mark folded giving a frustrated pouty look and directed his attention to the stage.

The music had ended, though Mark could not care less after not even winning a dime. He folded his arms and blew out an exasperated breath. It was probably for the best that the man's singing cheered him up. Even if it was just a little. He tried to flush away the sulking with a shot of rum handed to him from the current victor of their poker match.

"No hard feelings okay? I'm sure today just wasn't your night lad!"
The overly escentric champion of cards proclaimed.

The rum burned in his throat and he gave a small wince at the man before facing the other way so he wouldn't see him revolt at the bitterness of the drink. For a while Mark stared off into space, looking at the full moon hovering over the island. It wasn't till the singing ended that he returned to the card table. Mark noticed that he had a miniscule amount of change left and hoped he could try to win something with it.

As he turned 'round his entire surrounding, basically everything began to turn. His eyes were flutterring like a butterfly and he almost fell a sleep if it weren't for a raging fire engrossig his fro. The spell over Mark broke and he stood up abruptly. All those who had played poker with him were now gawking in horror at him.

"Yeah, sorry for being such a sore looser before... I still got a bit of change, mind if I join next game?"
Mark asked thinking they were annoyed by him leaving and then wanting to play again.

None of them replied to his question. One man stuttered and pointed with a trembling hand at Mark's fro. He didn't know what was going on. He was oblivious to his current condition.

"What? Something in my fro?" Mark asked in despair. Had something happened to his fro!?

He could now feel a searing heat eating at the top of his head. Mark slowly lifted one hand up to his black ball of sexyness he called hair. Heat radiated from the fro and Mark realized what was up.

"Oh ma gawd! Not the fro! Anything but the fro!" Mark said frantically.

He lost all common sense and rushed around to find water.

"Water! I need water! Somebody please!" Mark pleaded.

In his haste Mark grabbed a tray of beer and doused himself with it. That only allowed the flames to grow larger.

"Aaaahghg I'm burning alive! Somebody get me some water god dammit!!!" Mark cried desperately.

In all this chaos Mark actually began to wobble on his feet. He was getting tired again even with the burning hair. He almost fell off his feet when one of the men tossed a jug of water on his face relinquishing the flames. At this point he was far too drugged to realize his fro was saved. Though a portion of it was now burned off...

He fell to the ground with a thud, hair still smoking a little.





Edited by KempSeed, Jun 7 2010, 05:13 AM.
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Jhonen had gotten completely drunk and was arguing with a pillar. His sense of restraint and dignity was lost as he began to hit the inanimate object with his fist. Supposedly, atleast to Jhonen, the wooden structure had insulted his sister by calling her a dirty wench. Now, there are two things wrong with this. One being that the pillar was not alive and could not of spoken human tongue. Secondly, Jhonen did not have a sister...

As his fists smashed against the hard surface pain struck out at him like a python. This did not stop Jhonen though, under the influence he was able to continue his nonsensical one sided fight.

"Jus try tah i'sult mah sisterss oneee moreeh timess ehhh?" Jhonen slurred threateningly to the pillar.

Punch after punch he continued until his knuckles were scorned red with blood and all feeling in them had gone. He had worn himself out and rested against his nemesis for the time being. Eventually the music, which at this point Jhonen couldn't pay attention to for more then a couple seconds, died down.

"Fuckf mans, why yas gotsta crampff mah styles like thatptsfs" Jhonen slurred indeffinitely.

He could hardly speak properly by this point. The reason he was in such a state was from a bet that he couldn't down ten shots of rum in ten seconds. Jhonen won but was far too drunk to claim his prize and the other waigerer simply took advantage of his current condition.

He could hear someone singing but he couldn't stand long enough to focus at the direction of the voice. The sleeping drug hit him so fast he was a sleep before hitting the ground.

Almost an entire day later, Jhonen awoke cold and sick. He had a pounding headache and fell in and out of sleep for another hour before realizing where he was. Chains dug into his ankles. He was slouched in the corner of a dank, wet, dark jail cell. His body was still recovering from the night before and he hadn't the strength to speak. A creeping pain emanated from his stomach. Jhonen wretched on the floor beside him. Digested roast chicken and potatoe now lay on the floor beside him a long with other barfed up chunks of who knows what. Jhonen tried to lift his head but gave up after feeling the pounding intensify. It was like someone was drumming in his brain. After sometime Jhonen fell back a sleep far too sick and exhausted to do anything.
Edited by crowsmirk, Jun 7 2010, 02:15 PM.
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Cross darted towards his victim so he could attempt to save him. The only problem was that his legs felt like they weighed five hundred pounds each. His movement was becoming much slower and by the time he even neared Mark, Cross had collapsed.

After hours of drugged sleep Cross awoke in a musty, moldy cell. He hadn't drunken as much so he was not hit as hard after becoming conscious. His shirt was torn and after checking himself over had found that many of his belongings were gone. Save for the medicine hidden well enough in his body that no one would be able to find. Worst of all though, his weaponry was gone. He had no means of defending himself now. Strong feelings of confusion and depression fell over him. What had happened? Last he remembered he was having fun at the party. Cross went to examine his pocket watch.

A grimy hand poked into his coat pocket and found no such time telling device. Anything of value was snatched away from him. Luckily enough his mask and glasses were still intact.

A sickening noise coming from behind him made Cross jump. It sounded as if a cat was coughing up a hair ball. When he spun around, there, on the ground, in the corner of the cell, was a lad no older then nineteen. He looked dreadfully sick. Cross went to ask the boy if he knew where they were but decided against it as he was probably in the same predicamanet as him.

Cross went to slouch down and bide his time thinking of what could of happened and how he possibly could of got there. Could he of done something that would of alerted the authorities while he was drunk? No! That's impossible. He hadn't enough booze to get him to the state where he'd have no recollection of what happened the next day.

Something was up...
Edited by hillzwreck, Jun 9 2010, 01:41 PM.
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Selnom was unable to focus on Calico as his contendor took the first drink. A spontaneous loss of energy caused him to panic. He stood up on his feat and began to try and shake off the drowsiness. It wasn't working one bit. In fact, it actually gave Selly the full realization of how truly handicapped he had become. His muscles were not responding properly and he stumbled over himself. Selnom almost face planted right into the concrete floor if it wasn't for his arm grabbing onto the nearest table which held him up. His own weight soon became too much to bear with his one faltering arm.

Selly fell to his knees and entered into a dreamless sleep. An entire day later he awoke in a foreign place. An icy puddle of sewage water formed his bed. Selnom normally wouldn't mind the drop in temperature but for some reason he was now shivering. He was used to swimming the cold northern waters being the fishman he was which made this all the more strange.

When Selnom rose from his sleeping quarters the aching pain coming from his muscles could really be felt. His whole body was stiff and shackles encompassed his wrists. A clanging of chains accompanied by cries of agony, pain and sorrow could be heard from not far off. It was too dark to see much. There was a flickering light from a bulb with little to no juice left fixated on the ceiling of his cell. The light was at least enough to make out some of his surroundings. It seemed as if he wasn't the only one in this lowly dungeon.

A smell of rotting flesh from some sort of dead carcas consumed the air; contaminating the nostrils and oral cavities of any who breathed it in. Selnom tried to breath only when necessary. He began to stretch his limbs thorougly. It would help to ease the stifness and allow him to move more freely. The stretching was limited to mostly his legs, abdomen and back because the chains. They were wrapped around his wrists with a lock holding them tight. This made stretching the arms futile.

Till now Selnom had kept quiet but decided to call out and see who would respond. Other voices were clearly cluttering the cells with their moans and groans. He tried to raise his voice as much as possible.

"Hello? Where are we? What is this place? Can anyone tell me?" Selnom asked the darkness with a muffled yet formidable voice.
Edited by Jerky10, Jun 9 2010, 02:33 PM.
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Drip... Drip... Drip... A light drizzle of water droplets from the damp ceiling above poured down on Calico. His breath was heavy and would of been visible from the cold if it weren't for the darkness of this hell hole. Dried blood was caked on his left cheek and chest. Someone had obviously struck him or abused Calico's body when he was out cold. He escaped the clutches of his slumber almost as abruptly as he had entered. His nostrils flared and his heart beat quickened. Feeling was coming back to him now.

Calico wiggled his fingers and noticed something was lifting him off the ground. His feet were dangling maybe a meter from the floor. The mans throat was dry as a dessert and he was feeling the consequences of not getting enough water. In other words, he was greatly dehydrated. Calico's fingers were still slightly numb but he could tell that something was deffinitely holding him in place by the wrists. He couldn't move but tried swinging his body back and forth profusely. After a few vain attempts to break free he let his body hang limp; swaying ever so gently.


Some form of light emanated from the cell beside him though it flickered on and off; similar to a stroke light though not as fast. Other lights could be seen from far off down the hall way. There were a mere speck in the distance; almost like a star in the sky. His cell was lucky enough to have a barred window illuminating the middle section of his cage.

Three silhouettes hung among the tattered trash filled waste. One was far more difficult to see then the others since it was shrouded in the darkness surrounding him and all the other poor souls. He could tell they were all in the same barred room as him so he tried calling to the closest and most visible of the three. Maybe there was a chance he could get the shadowy figure to help him undo whatever was binding him. Calico took in a deep breath before calling out because he didn't know strong his voice would be. Immediately after doing so he took notice of the torture inducing scent of rotting meat and digested food.

"Hey! You over there! Come here for a second I need your help!" Calico said holding back his own throw up which began to rise in his throat.

He gagged a couple times but managed to hold in his lunch. Aside from the never ending chatter from other cells, Calico could here the squeking and scurrying of rats across the floor. He noticed that they were all huddling over the person he had just called to. When he began to realize that the decaying flesh smell was coming from that figure and that the rats were eating it he began to vomit. He hacked up and spat some of the barf which remained in his mouth at the rats causing them to spread apart for a few seconds.

Calico shut his eyes and tried to understand how he could of possibly gotten here. The last thing he remembered was a drinking contest with that fishman...


As if that was a que, he heard Selnom's voice from the cell next to his. Calico felt a bit better knowing that he wasn't alone in this and called over as loud as he could muster.

"Fishman! Is that you? It's me! We met on the row boat and were drinking together at the party!"



Edited by Samwise, Jun 9 2010, 04:25 PM.
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