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Post by Catriona on Dec 19, 2005 14:48:00 GMT -5
Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil be done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The mate was fixed by the bos’n’s pike The bos’n’ brained with a markin spike and Cookey’s throat was marked belike It Had been gripped by fingers ten and There they lay all good dead men like Break o’ day in a boozing ken Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of a whole ship’s list Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
The skipper lay with his nob in gore where the Scullion’s axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four and There he lay and the soggy skies Dripped all day in up-staring eyes at Murk sunset and at foul sur-prise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Ten of the crew had the murder mark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead or a Yawning hole in a battered head and the scuppers glut with a yawning red and There they lay aye damn my eyes All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise all Souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of ‘em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Every man Jack could ha’ sailed with old Pew Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold with a Ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabins riot with stuff un told As They lay there that had took the plum With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Fifteen men of a dead man’s chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight with Twice ten turns of a hausers bight And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight with a Yo heave ho and fare you well And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
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Post by Catriona on Aug 22, 2006 19:08:44 GMT -5
[From Forces of Chaos 7]
Ignis carries the blonde woman in the tablecloth effortlessly out of the street. She points out a side alley that makes a good shortcut to another street, and not two minutes later she calls out "Stop, this is it!". 'It' in this case is a very tall, slightly grim looking building with small windows and a single door, probably leading into a communal stairwell. It has the number 16A-M chalked beside the door, not that such helps Ignis any.
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Post by Ignis on Aug 22, 2006 19:24:20 GMT -5
"Cool." Ignis says with a wry grin. "Got the key, or do you want me to do the honors?"
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Post by Catriona on Aug 22, 2006 19:26:52 GMT -5
"I got the key." She fishes in the pocket of her scorched cocktaildress, and takes out a small keyring with four keys on it. She lowers it down to Ignis.
"Square head is the front door, and the other three are apartment keys."
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Post by Ignis on Aug 23, 2006 2:44:45 GMT -5
"Now why do you got so many keys? You the apartment head or something?" Ignis grinned, though this sent off a single little warning bell in his head to watch out, just in case. Eh... nah, she might just have them for several... well, she said apartments. Well, who cares, he'll find out.
He sets the key in the lock and turns it.
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Post by Catriona on Aug 23, 2006 3:06:39 GMT -5
The door unlocks easily and leads into a dimly lit hallway with a steep stairwellgoing up. Through the gap of the stairs, Ignis can see all the way up. There must be five or six stories to this building. The bottom floor has only two doors, one on either side of the hall before the stairs begin. The girl smiles and shakes her head.
"If only. No, I got three different locks on the door. My upstairs neighbour was burgled three times last month alone. Uh... you're not going to carry me up the stairs, are you?"
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Post by Ignis on Aug 26, 2006 15:00:55 GMT -5
"Oh, that makes sense." Ignis suddenly grins and starts doing just that. "Sure, why not? You're light."
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Post by Catriona on Aug 26, 2006 15:19:50 GMT -5
"Eeep!" the girl eeps and giggles at the same time. It is easy enough to carry her up the stairs. When they get to the first floor, she points at one of the four doors here. "That's it!"
One of the other doors opens and a woman with a cigarette peers out. She is in her early thirties, heavily made-up, and her artificially curled hair is dyed blonde. This woman watches the two of them with a disdainful smile on her bright red lips, and winks a Ignis when he happens to glance her way. Her clothing leaves little to guess. She flashes him a small naughty smile and steps back into her house, closing the door. He cannot hear it lock.
The girl in the tablecloth does not seem to have noticed her neighbour at all. She is blushing a little by now, and still laughing cheerfully.
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Post by Ignis on Aug 26, 2006 17:29:31 GMT -5
Er, one person at a time, Ignis thought. Though his curiousity and the thought of it was kind of interesting. Hey, the good news is that if he struck out somehow, she'd still be across the hall. Sounds good.
With a grin, he tried the keys in the door she pointed at until the locks clicks, then carries her into the room, closing and locking it before setting her down at long last. "Home sweet home."
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Post by Catriona on Aug 26, 2006 17:40:46 GMT -5
The three keys are slightly hard to turn, but eventually the locks click and the door opens. Home is not quite as sweet, though: Ignis steps straight into the livingroom, and it is a small, dim chamber with a stuffy smell. There is one window, but it is closed against the fog. In the room is one rather old and worn couch with grey pillows, a small rickety paintless table and two chairs of the same kind.
There is a half-open kitchen with a few old cupboards, one of which is lacking a door and looks fairly empty. Then there is a door, presumably leading to the bedroom. On the floor is a faded blue carpet, and there is one tiny painting on the wall. It is a picture of the sea, with a single ship in the distance. Though amateurish and in a poor frame, it still throws the wideness and the freedom of the sea in stark contrast with the claustrophobic, tiny room.
The most notable thing about the room, however, besides its obvious poverty, is that it is extremely messy. There are papers everywhere; on the table, stacked on the chairs, on the couch and even stacked on the kitchen sink. All of them, as far as Ignis can see, have drawings on them- designs for dresses. And that would make sense, because also everywhere are small patches of cloth, threads, a pincushion with various needles, and half-finished dresses and skirts.
The girl smiles when Ignis sets her down. "Thanks. I'll, er, I'll go change." She moves for the closed door. When she steps through, Ignis can see a small bed with a checkered blanket and a dummy wearing a patchwork dress. She smiles at him, and closes the door behind her.
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Post by Ignis on Aug 27, 2006 17:37:45 GMT -5
Ignis smiles and stands up, walking over to the door and sitting up against it. He looks up at the roof and chuckles. So, he had a few choices, one of which is catching her in the room by opening the door, but that was risky. Either she'd really appreciate it and they'd have a grand old time, or she would kick his ass with needle madness.
He was tempted to take the risk, though. He has known a few women who wanted you to do exactly that, like the woman who left the door unlocked across the way. He couldn't remember hearing the lock latch in this room, but it might not have one, so yeah. He'd wait. "You design dresses, eh? Some of these look pretty good. You got any that are complete? I think some of these would only be done some justice if you had someone wear them, and I'd like to see one or two."
His eyes kept skipping back to the portrait of the sea.
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Post by Catriona on Aug 27, 2006 17:42:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, I do. Well, I kind of do." she calls through the door. "I'm a seamstress, really, but I hope to start for myself sometime, when I get the money."
The door opens and she steps out, wearing the patchwork dress he spotted on the dummy earlier. It seems literally made of whatever patches she could find; every patch is a different colour, a different pattern, and some seem a complete different fabric from others. But overall, it works. Despite the many small patches it is an elegant dress and it becomes her.
"I made this." she admits a little shyly.
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Post by Ignis on Aug 27, 2006 18:24:58 GMT -5
Ignis, who had been leaning against the door, immediatly falls backwards, his back against the floor. He sits and blinks for a moment or two before pulling himself back up and rubbing the back of his head. "Oops, hehe. Wow, that looks really good on you. I would have never imagined somethin' like that would look good on anyone, but it really works. Guess you try the stuff no one else wants to and succeed. Hey, that's the way to do it."
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Post by Catriona on Aug 27, 2006 18:28:25 GMT -5
She nods, blushing a little. "I pick up what the boss wants to chuck out. Thanks." She runs a hand through her partly-singed curls. "Uh, care for a drink or something? I don't have much."
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Post by Ignis on Aug 27, 2006 19:01:47 GMT -5
"Eh, somethin' simple will do. Already had a lot of booze, so I'm all well and good there." Ignis pulls himself to his feet, looking around for a chair. "Well, that sounds great. You just got to find a way to save just enough money and there you go. Or just sell one or two designs you don't like, heard that worked for a few people. Got to be careful, though. They got to be good, but not too good till you got your own steady dock."
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