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Post by lana on May 18, 2009 18:15:11 GMT -5
And that worked fine until Lana rolled her wrist out of Vincent's grasp, reached in between her breasts, pulled out a small knife, and stabbed that jerk in the arm!
And stabbed him good!
"I said get off!" and Lana added a few more "colourful" words to that statement as she pulled herself out of Vincent's reach and jumped back to her feet.
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Post by vincent on May 18, 2009 18:20:02 GMT -5
Seriously? A knife in between the breasts?
He'd probably find it a little hot (don't tell his wife) if she didn't stab him in the arm when she did. He immediately pulled back, letting her get up.
But Vincent wasn't going to go down yet, no way. Not a chance, he wasn't going to be shown up by some punk Sumata kid like that.
And so he reached into his own repertoire of knives, flingy-things, and shiny stuff that he may or may not have stolen from a pirate or two--one was a belaying pin that he immediately tossed at Lana--immediately he launched a whole handful of small knives at the captain.
And while she was trying to avoid the belaying pin and then the knives? He ran at her and threw his whole body at her to try to knock her down!
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Post by lana on May 18, 2009 19:17:16 GMT -5
Yeah, seriously, a knife between the breasts.
"What the f***?!" she jumped at the sudden shot by the belaying pin, and right after that she had to leap out of the way of all of the knives that came at her.
And then of course, there was Vincent. She glared as he flew at her, she ducked down wayyyy low suddenly and as he came over her she suddenly shot upwards, rolling her back so that he simply rolled over her rather than fall on her.
And the moment his stupid ass landed on the ground? She kicked him again.
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Post by vincent on May 19, 2009 12:18:00 GMT -5
Ah, but what Lana didn't expect was for Vincent to grab her leg and throw her down on the ground again with him!
And in her shock (because he knew she was shocked), he quickly twisted her arms around her and then sat on her legs so she couldn't get up...or kick him...or stab him again.
Take that, Lana Princel. Vincent laughed again and proceeded to bind the violent lady in place...again.
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Post by lana on May 19, 2009 12:36:13 GMT -5
"You're kidding me, right?! You're f***ing kidding me!!"
Lana squirmed, wriggled, kicked...even tried biting at Vincent as she was taken down for the second time in a row by him.
"Who the hell are you?!" she screamed at him the whole time he did this. If anything, she wanted a name to go by this time, then she'd find the sonofabirch and tear his hair out in his sleep one follicle at a time.
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Post by vincent on May 19, 2009 12:46:39 GMT -5
"Ow! Hey, what are you biting for?!" Vincent immediately jumped away once he had Lana 'taken care' of and had dug in her pockets to find a sizeable pouch of gold. He promptly pocketed it and stood back a few feet watching the captain yell and scream in anger and he couldn't help but grin.
"I'm none of your damn business, that's who I am," he laughed yet again and then turned on his heel, heading in the opposite direction on the beach, "maybe we'll meet again, Captain Princel."
And Vincent Loque's work here was officially done.
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Post by Cassandra Barlot on May 19, 2009 13:01:20 GMT -5
Oh, no it wasn't.
From the left there came a 'click' sound and there sat the shiny metal of a revolver waiting at the side of Vincent's head, pointing right into his left temple.
The holder of the gun was a rather small woman, tanned skin with green eyes and an orange bandanna holding back her long, curly black hair. She wore an off-white button-up shirt that was missing the top button or two, which made it hang open and be a slightly revealing scene underneath. Her pants were brown, the boots black, and her face was anything but pleased to see Vincent.
"Loque," she snapped, glaring at the man with her finger firmly on the trigger.
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Post by vincent on May 19, 2009 13:19:06 GMT -5
Vincent actually flinched, he hated it when people actually said his name aloud - especially with the Nerezzan captain so close, too.
"...Yes? How may I--" he looked over to the young pirate woman and his eyes widened in mock shock, "oh! If it isn't my old friend Cameron Berkley..."
He grinned, thinking this really wasn't the best time to have met up with her again.
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Post by Cassandra Barlot on May 19, 2009 15:24:03 GMT -5
"Cassandra Barlot, ye scurvy rat!" Cassandra yelled, pushing the revolver further into Vincent's head, "that be me coat yer sportin'."
She held out one hand, ready to accept her coat.
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Post by vincent on May 19, 2009 18:18:19 GMT -5
"Alright, alright!" Vincent rolled his eyes and just as the woman demanded, he threw down the black pirate captain's coat he had been wearing for months on end. He'd stolen it from Miss Barlot a long while ago, surprisingly she'd been wearing men's clothes.
"There you go, you happy now? Now put the gun down and I'll be on my way, alright?" he smiled at her and started taking a few steps back.
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Post by Cassandra Barlot on May 20, 2009 22:16:58 GMT -5
"Just ye be hangin' on one bilge-suckin' second! This lass isn't done with ye yet. Now where's me f***in' ship?" Cassandra took a threatening step forward, pushing the revolver back up at Vincent's head and glared.
She remembered it, her grand sloop of a ship that she had named the 'Golden Herring' and had gotten laughed at for - Vincent Loque had laughed at it as well - and then the slimy rat stole it on her after he'd grabbed her coat and left her marooned on an island.
And dammit, now that she'd found him she wasn't leaving until she had every last thing he had taken.
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Post by vincent on May 21, 2009 16:55:08 GMT -5
Vincent merely responded with a grin as he lowered his hands to his sides and said, "Now that, my dear, is long gone."
He shook his head and looked out over the sea, not seeming to care that there was a gun being pointed at his head at the moment.
"I kind of crashed it somewhere. Or lost it, I can't remember, my memory's a little fuzzy."
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Post by Cassandra Barlot on May 22, 2009 11:15:35 GMT -5
And Cassandra's eye twitched.
"Well, then," she simply replied, "I be guessin' yer comin' with me until that memory o' yers sharpens up, aye?"
It wasn't a suggestion, it was a demand.
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Post by vincent on Jun 9, 2009 10:24:57 GMT -5
Vincent looked at the woman and laughed.
"Are you serious? I don't have time for this, little miss. It was just a ship, you could go out and get yourself another, all it takes is a bit of money...and a real job, you know, not as a pirate," he felt brave enough to lower his hands onto his hips now, "people like me put people like you in a dark, cold cell where you sit and wait for your death, you know. I don't think you want me dragging you off to jail now, do you?"
Of course, he was trying to stall and play with her a bit. He'd disarm her once he got the chance to.
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Post by Cassandra Barlot on Jun 9, 2009 10:27:12 GMT -5
Cassandra's brow twitched again.
"'Just a ship'? T'was me only ship, ye bilge-rat! I be showin' ye 'just a ship'...march!" she pushed the revolver up against his head again, expecting him to move. She gave him the nastiest glare she could in an attempt to scare the man.
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