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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 6, 2010 23:11:32 GMT -5
OOC - This is really open to everyone who may be interested. There will most likely be a posting order if there is more than two characters participating! =)
Today was a fine day. It wasn’t too cold nor was it too hot. In fact, it was pretty much a warm day, perfect for swimming or just relaxing in the sun. After Feng had done his work with delivering the water, he had decided to head to the creek for a swim. But then he felt that it would be boring if he was to swim by himself, so started exploring along the creek’s bank. Eventually, he came to an old building that was similar to a shack, but most of it had fallen apart, so the interior could easily be viewed. After some careful examination, Feng decided he could use the building for a fun game.
He stripped off his shirt, with some difficulty when it had caught stuck around his neck, and climbed up to the upper floor, where a large round window would be waiting for him. “Cool, a porthole!” Feng exclaimed, already starting his imagination. The building was so close to the water that it would practically look like part of it was in the water, and that had sparked Feng’s idea. While he was on the upper floor, he reached for a large, thick board that seemed sturdy enough and balanced it carefully out over the edge facing the water. It would be considered a plank. With some difficulty but a lot of effort, Feng managed to place some very heavy things on the inner part of the plank so that people wouldn’t fall off it.
Well, he did hope someone would come along and see him playing up in the building. The more he was working on the building and making it feel more like a ship, the more he was wanting to play the game. Soon enough, though, when he hadn’t seen company for a while, he came to create an imaginary friend, only temporary, and started playing around, pretending that there were now two people on the so-called ship. He removed his shorts as well, and called out loudly, “Me be Feng! Captain of the Naked Pirates from Cool Isle!” He started giggling, and then decided he would take a dive from the plank, mostly to just test it, but also to try it out for the fun of it. The creek wasn’t too shallow, so a dive into the water would be safe enough.
And indeed, it was. Soon enough, the child ran back up the stairs, leaping over the small gap that would be in the way when running up the stairs. It wasn’t too small to just walk over if a tall teenager was going up the stairs, but for a child like Feng, he felt that leaping over it would probably be safer. He reached the upper floor again and looked for a round object that he could use. Finally, he found it, a chandelier that had long been worn out. He picked it up and held it as if it was the ship’s wheel. With a wide grin, he imagined himself being on an actual ship, but kept an eye out for anyone that could join in the game. If only he had a pirate’s hat and perhaps an eye patch to make it more realistic.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Dec 7, 2010 2:21:02 GMT -5
The twins were walking up along the bank of the creek, like they often times would after they were done with work in the afternoons/ evenings. They had been arguing, like always, but it was a playful argument. They had their fingers locked, and Jude was acting more like a six-year-old than a sixteen-year-old. But Joan adored that part of her brother. It took a while, but when they thought they had heard someone, they quickly pulled away from each other.
"Land ho!" Jude shouted when he figured out what was going on.
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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 7, 2010 2:34:19 GMT -5
Startled, the child nearly lost his balance. He would’ve only fallen on his rear, but he had managed to catch his footing and looked down to see who had called up. His kind, curious smile turned into a very wide grin when he recognized the twins he had met over the course of the past few months. He had indeed seen them again several times, but hadn’t really hung out with them since their first encounter with each other. Now that it seemed things were starting to get lazy for the afternoon, he supposed it would be good for them to hang out again.
He waved his bandaged hand at them happily and then started to call down, but then caught himself in time. He had to pretend, otherwise this wouldn’t really be a game. To him, though, these two could be part of his crew. “Ahoy, there, mateys!” He tried to say in a gruff voice, but failing to do so, continued with the pirate dialogue he had managed to create. “Me be happy to see ye two! Would ye like to be part of me crew? I’m Captain Feng, Captain of the Naked Pirates! And this here be my first mate, um… Woodsy!” He pointed to nothing beside him - it would be obvious that Woodsy was imaginary.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Dec 7, 2010 2:42:38 GMT -5
"Arr, mate I'd like to remind ye that women aboard is bad luck. And I don't like taking orders from scavey ridden land lubbers like ye." Jude called up. He put his hand over his brow shielding the sun from his eyes. His bleach blond hair was lighter than usual from being in the sun for so many hours in the past few months.
"I am not bad luck!" Joan began in on an accent. "I'm the best crew member ye could possibly have come aboard this sorry excuse of a vessel." After all everyone knew that pirates liked to insult each other. The better the insults the better the better the pirate.
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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 7, 2010 3:02:46 GMT -5
Feng only rolled his eyes at the comical Jude. “Joan be pretty, we do need a wench aboard, me good brother! And ye better take orders, ye slimy bilge rat, lest ye want our sister spanking your butt bloody red!” He started giggling at the twosome down below. Although Joan’s insult was a little strange, since it would be obvious the ship was only pretend, even if there was such a shack being used for the imagination, Feng did find it funny. “Joan can be our parrot, the corny squawker!” He couldn’t really bring out a decent insult, especially against teenagers, but mainly because he didn’t know many good ones. “So if ye be part of my crew the naked pirates, ye know what to do!” He stuck out his tongue at them, “Either that or ye can take your sorry butts to the brig! Or walk the plank! But beware when ye go through the water, for sharks live there!”
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Post by Bunny on Dec 22, 2010 12:28:00 GMT -5
A good little cultist would have been trying to use this newfound freetime to help the fold.
A good little cultist would have enjoyed the labor that was called upon him by He Who Walks Behind the Rows.
At the very least, a good little cultist would have maybe informed someone that Malachai ahd escaped and was apparently irritated by the whole almost-being-killed-thing.
But Rhett (who was called David by good little cultists because Isaac didn't like names that didn't come from a corn-happy dictator) wasn't a good little cultist. So upon leaving Malachai, he shrugged his shoulders, figured that everything would work out for the best and if it turned out for the worst what did he care?, and went about his day.
And his day led him to --
"Why, hello Joan," he leered playfully upon discovering the crew of naked pirates. Despite his leer, his gaze ultimately flickered just as indifferently over her as it did over Feng and Jude. "So, um, what's going on now? Something fun or something cultish?"
Isaac didn't seem to be in the room, so he would probably get away with that. And if he didn't -- he was eighteen. What were they going to do, sacrifice him to a corn...thing? Honestly.
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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 23, 2010 11:39:27 GMT -5
While he was waiting for the twins to react, he glanced down and saw another newcomer, much older than any of them from the looks of it. He wasn’t really pleased about that, to be honest, but figured they could have some fun in possibly having a captive. However, it was more fun when there were enough pirates and then not enough captives. Three pirates wouldn’t be able to hold a ship on their own, and besides, the young man could be helpful. He hollered down at the newcomer at once, without even hesitating, “Take your clothes off and be a pirate, or be a captive if you don’t! Your choice, ar!” He picked up a little board of wood and held it up as if it was a sword. He noticed how the newcomer had greeted his older sworn sister and almost smirked; the poor fellow must have a crush on Joan.
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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Dec 23, 2010 12:00:32 GMT -5
Colt was rather bored, with nothing to do. It wasn’t raining, so he was able to just wander around aimlessly without having really anything to do. He had a free day and that was today, and he was very disappointed that he was just going to let it go to waste. He let out a heavy sigh as he trekked through the cornfield, and then heard someone hollering. He headed for the creek, where he was positive he heard the voice from, and then saw a set of twins, almost old enough to be sacrificed, a young man that was just about there, and then a young boy standing atop an old, abandoned building that was slowly falling apart. But he gaped at first, when he could’ve swore he saw the boy being naked and also rubbed his ears, wondering if he had heard right. Did the boy just say that they had to be naked to be pirates, or they could be captives if they didn’t strip down. Then he smirked. It was definitely something to do, and a good way to make new friends. He approached the gang, cautiously at first, but had started to remove his overalls, standing bare naked by the time he reached them. “Well, if you don’t mind me playing along, I will?” He looked up at the boy with the so-called sword who seemed to be in charge of it all. He was surprised he had even taken his overalls off, he never got naked in front of strangers, but he knew he didn’t want to be a captive.
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Post by Bunny on Dec 23, 2010 17:46:56 GMT -5
Dang. It wasn't something 'cultish' per se, but it certainly wasn't as fun as he had hoped it would be, either. Then again, Feng was a fairly young boy. Rhett was rather relieved that it wasn't as 'fun' as he had first suspected. That 'fun' would have quickly turned into a nightmare.
But, nightmare averted, he shrugged. He could certainly play around for now.
Joan was strutting around stark naked. And Jude wasn't half-bad, himself. Rhett generally thought with his big head rather than his not-as-big (but certainly not little!) head, but there was an exception to every rule.
"I not be joining no swashbuckers!" he declared, placing a hand over his eye in a mock-eyepatch. "And you'll never have me as a captive! Freedom, liberty, and free snacks and all that!" As he spoke, another child scurried in and promptly shed his clothing. "Yes. Freedom!" he repeated. "You'll have to take me down yourselves, because I have no intention of surrendering!"
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Post by Sly Cooper on Dec 23, 2010 23:56:38 GMT -5
Both of the twins mumbled to each other and occasionally let out little giggles upon Rhett's arrival. Eventually the girl spoke, after the young man's speech of freedom and snacks. "Hmm-- well I'd surrender to the cause-- Snacks that is. I haven't had a true snack since the repentance."
Jude nudged his sister in the ribs gently, first for not talking the pirate speak, and second "Hrm-- it's the purging"
"Oh right" she rolled her eyes slightly, and went back to carefully eyeballing Rhett without having her brother notice. Jealousy take the fun out of things.
"Arr-- I'm already naked. But I'd much rather have a ship of my own than follow any of the likes of you!" he paused and lowered his head. "But alas, I don't have the bloody resources."
"If you were a real pirate you would steal what you need you dope-- I mean-- landlubber." She shook her head.
"Oh. Good point."
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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 24, 2010 3:04:03 GMT -5
He was glad to see another new face at their little gathering, pleased to notice that the newcomer had already removed his own articles of clothing and thus joining his crew of the naked pirates. “Ar, who be ye, newbie?” He called down to the naked boy quickly and would wait for the answer before turning to the twins. He watched as they undressed, listened as they talked, and so forth, and then glanced back at the older teenager. He raised an eyebrow but looked quite angry as he folded his arms at the man. He didn’t pay heed to Jude’s childish attitude about working under him as he pondered what to do with the young man. “Seize him,” he finally hollered in the end, figuring that the three of the grounded pirates could contain the young man long enough, “And carry him down to the brig! Chain him up,” he looked around and found a sturdy rope that was pretty strong and still usable, mostly. “Only release him if he agrees to join us! Ha, ar!” He pointed the so-called sword at the young man and smirked, “Should’ve listened when ye had the chance, ye scurvy dog!”
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Post by Tzach Dorman Colt on Dec 24, 2010 3:08:58 GMT -5
Colt was only able to answer briefly his last name as his alias, standing there on the ground as he waited for the okay to ascend up to Feng’s level on the so-called ship. But after listening to the twins and the young man quarrel back and forth, which was almost too funny that Colt couldn’t help but laugh, he then found himself being ordered along with the twins to seize the young man. Clearly, Fang was the captain; Colt didn’t mind that, though. He would’ve preferred someone almost as young as he was, or rather, since he was apparently older, almost as old as he was himself, instead of someone much older. That was the case with the other three, they were all obviously teenagers. When he had the opportunity, he reached for the young man’s leg immediately in an attempt to lift and tackle him to the ground. If the twins would cooperate, hopefully they would think to press his body to the ground while they could tie him up. He looked up and saw the rope coming down, but he couldn’t let go of the man just yet.
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Post by Bunny on Dec 24, 2010 21:17:09 GMT -5
"'Ya know, I'm sorta glad I didn't," Rhett returned, preparing to have to wrestle himself free from the onslaught of naked cultists. He could imagine that it would be simple to bat away the younger ones, and enjoy the company of the twins.
His gaze travelled down his leg then, where Colt was tugging on it. "Well, aren't 'ya a real go-getter," he purred, leaning down and grabbing hold of the child in an attempt to pry him off of his leg. This wasn't as simple as he thought it would be.
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Post by Sly Cooper on Dec 29, 2010 17:13:10 GMT -5
Again the twin's were busy excluding their own exclusive club made of only the two of them. They didn't bother to seize anyone, instead, watched Colt tackle Rhett down (or rather try to) and then commented back and forth, just quiet enough not to let anyone else listen in. Occasionally there would be a small giggle. But then Jude stepped forward a few inches a spoke with a loud and mighty voice, "Oi, captain o' the naked pirates, the wench and I are abandoning this ship of mad men, and starting a crew of our own!"
Joan, eyeballing Rhett once more, and then leaning her head on her brother's broad shoulder, spoke more gently, "And are first move is to take this landlubber off your hands and making him one of our maties. So stop your blubbering right now!"
The two chuckled again.
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Post by Aquarius Aziel Feng on Dec 30, 2010 8:33:37 GMT -5
He watched as Colt tried to tackle the young man, but raised an eyebrow when he noticed the twins weren’t doing anything but whispering among themselves. If Colt was in need of aid, Feng wasn’t paying attention because the twins’ little whispering back and forth got him concerned. However, he almost lost it when the twins announced they were starting their own crew. That wasn’t fair, he didn’t have but only Colt and himself, and he had dibs on the man first. He didn’t speak, though. He only folded his arms and icily glared at them for a brief moment. “C’mon, Colt, we’re going somewhere else. Let those stupid lovebirds have their stupid shit.” Feng wasn’t really one to swear, but that was the measure of his being upset and so therefore, he didn’t give a crap if he got in trouble with the twins. He dropped the board and hopped down the stairs, headed in Colt’s direction to grab his hand and then headed for the town. If the twins tried to stop them, they would have to apologize, a lot, and probably make a compromise as well.
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