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Post by Amaya O' Hierlihy on Jun 6, 2010 20:17:40 GMT -5
Amaya frolicked on the beach. Of course, rum had taken control over everything and she did whatever looked fun. She giggled and kicked up her heels as the music in Tortuga got louder and louder my each passing second. She twirled around, not even noticing that her vest had come off. Now, all she had on where her breeches and her captain's shirt. No shoes, no shocks. That's how she was presented, bathing in the feeling that liquid substance gave her.
" HELLO!" She hollered back at the rambunctious town, not even caring if she got a reply.
" CAN I GET ANOTHER BOTTLE ... OR MAYBE FIFTEEN!"
"Oh bugger!" She screeched kicking th sand. "where did my shoes go?"
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Post by Meredith Helms on Jun 7, 2010 0:12:54 GMT -5
Meredith was walking across the beach, still steaming mad. Brutes. Who were they to think they could just dump her off at port? Pouting, she walked along the shoreline, stopping only when she saw a pair of shoes on the ground.
"Well, that's curious," she said, looking around as she picked up the shoes. Her gaze came to rest on a frolicking figure in the distance.
"Why, that's even more curious," she stated, warily making her way towards the form, shoes held out distastefully in front of her.
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Post by Amaya O' Hierlihy on Jun 7, 2010 3:56:22 GMT -5
Amaya looked all around herself, only to come up with nothing. She had misplaced her shoes and couldn't find them anywhere. What was she to do with no shoes? She couldn't go around barefoot, no, that was out of the question. Amaya, made a face in disgust at the thought of all the things her feet would step on. Grimacing, Amaya sighed and let her shoulders relax a bit, looking toward the docks. Surprised, Amaya found that she was not alone. Quirking and eyebrow, the buzzed brunette waved in the direction of the stranger that sauntered her way. Thinking to herself, Amaya spoke;
"An odd encount I'd say...perhaps someone is brining me that drink?..."
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Post by Meredith Helms on Jun 7, 2010 10:31:23 GMT -5
Meredith raised an eyebrow when she discovered the carefree stranger to be a rather drunken female. She blinked a few times as she approached, and then shook her head. It was indecent, and she approved. Coming forward, she held out the shoes to the woman.
"I believe these are yours," she said in a soft voice, striving not to be too socially awkward, as always.
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