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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 12, 2013 18:26:50 GMT -5
"That's just the thing, HOOK," she retorted, using his nickname. It was NOT a compliment. "I never professed to have a quest to KILL him. I would love nothing more then for his demented ruses to be put to an end... but I DO seek to improve my situation... to be ACTIVE in correcting what has been so cruelly thrust upon me. THAT is my endgame."
She took in a shaky breath. "I seek... to rewrite the past, awful unjust chapters of my life... with new...happy ones." And drew in another breath before boldly daring: "And Milah would want you to as well.."
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 12, 2013 18:33:52 GMT -5
"and you would know? Of course you would O' Clever Queen" He spat," You never knew Milah! You don't know what she was to me, you could never know and you could never know what she'd want"
The Captain stood," I think I've had enough of this questing for one day" Then stormed into the forest, The coast and to be somewhere and he'd find his ship, this nonsense was more than he could take.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 12, 2013 18:44:54 GMT -5
Else watched him go.
She knew she had gone too far... even if she felt in her heart she was right. If someone had said the same to her shortly after the death of Westley, before she was ready to hear it...perhaps she would have reacted in the same fashion.
She sat back down at her place by the fire once more, listening to the even breathing of the sleeping enchantress.
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Post by Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones on Feb 12, 2013 19:00:52 GMT -5
"idle threats... like she knows," Hook grumbled as he made his way through the thickest part of the woods, this is where they came through wasn't it?
"Well to HELL with you Your majesty!" He shouted, but he was far enough away that she couldn't hear him. He continued up the hill not noticing the rustling in the brush beside him.
There was a light 'pinch' at the back of his neck. Hook grunted and moved his hand to the find a small wooden dart, finally tipped and dripping with a little bit of blood and.... something. He swore and tossed it aside, immediately he felt woozy and before he could draw his sword everything faded to black.
The next time he would awaken he'd find himself in a cage hoisted in the center of a tribal village, surrounded by savages
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 12, 2013 19:04:59 GMT -5
Celeste was sleeping soundly, she had taken the sleeping draft so she wouldn’t have any dreams, it was the only sure way t stop her from… lets call it sleep walking, she was so week and the blood loss was so much, she could not even stay away if she wanted too… with time she would regain her strength and heal… but that would take all night, but she was likely not to wake up till the next day anyway, if neverland actually had a next day that is…
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 12, 2013 20:00:29 GMT -5
The next 'morning'... though one can never tell what time of day it is in Neverland because the sun has a will of it's own.... Else, after only a brief four hours of fitful sleep, was up and grilling a few small fish which she hand managed to catch. She had dreamed of tiny baby skeletons; there were deep bags under her eyes as a result of it.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 16, 2013 16:40:53 GMT -5
Celeste woke up and felt better, no nightmares and was heal from the wounds she had the night before, the sickness was gone as well, she had to be more carful this time… she sat up and looked around, she saw Else cooking fish, she looked tired but other wise looked ok, at these fiscally, there was no sign of hook, not that she really cared, she just figured he just went back to his ship. Celeste got up and looked outside the cave, were exactly where they? They were still relatively close to the swamp right? “so I guess it just you and I now hmm?” she asked Else with out looking at her.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 16, 2013 17:36:42 GMT -5
"It would seem so." Else replied, not making eye contact. After what they all had been through the night before, who KNOWS what other terrors they would have to face just to reclaim the enchantress's relics. The Queen handed her some of the meal on a piece of strong bark, having no plates. There was still some saved for Hook by the fire in case he had come back... but that was looking doubtful.
"What is the next closest item?" She asked. She ate what she could, but her stomach was coiled in a knot. She placed her food off to the side.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 16, 2013 20:17:52 GMT -5
Celeste took the fish on the bark and looked at it, the fish looked ok but being on bark…. She knew that Else could only work with what she had but it was still not very sanitary, she took the fish off the bark and just didn’t use It and just eat what she could on her hands. She looked at the map for the next item. “Well the closest is a music box, its right in the middle of neverland, that’s were the fairy’s are I think….” She thought about that for a moment. The music box may be a little… annoying to get to… she didn’t know if she wanted to head there just yet… “Maybe we should leave that one for now…”
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 16, 2013 21:18:53 GMT -5
"You said something about one of the items being in the Indian Plains." Else suggested. "Perhaps we should try again... we will have to sooner or later." She didn't like the idea of being shot at by arrows again, especially since she had lost she bow and arrows, but she was too numb at this point to really care. Perhaps the thrill of a chase would make her feel alive again...
"Though it is on the other side of the island..."
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 16, 2013 22:06:07 GMT -5
She nodded, it was far, all the way on the other side of the island but like Else said she would have to get it sooner or later. “Well hook ship is on the way, we could, or you could see if he’s willing to sail us over there, he does seem to have interest in you” she said standing up and getting ready to leave the cave.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 16, 2013 22:17:00 GMT -5
"NO HE DOESN'T." Else said, a little too quickly and too defensively. She sighed. "And even if he DID, I'm sure he's not too keen on having anything to do with me now... not after last night." Their argument echoed in her ears. Why did she say something that he was CLEARLY not ready to hear? She only hoped that he wouldn't take it out on the children in bows of the ship. If Eugene was indeed looking after them, she was sure that they were fine for now... but the Captain's wrath might change that.
"We'll just have to do it alone and on foot." She said. "It should only be have a day's journey. A REGULAR day's journey."
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 16, 2013 22:44:54 GMT -5
“Now, now, what makes you think I meant interest in the sexual way, well clearly you have something in mind, dear” she said with a smirk. She started into the woods, she really didn’t know how anyone had any interest in hook, sure he was a pretty face but that meant nothing if they were total ass hole, hook used women, she would never stoop so low as to be drawn into someone like that, she wasn’t the smartest person but at least she was smarter then that, she would never get tricked… well at least not again. “Maybe faster if we hurry, come on Else! Get in gear!” she yelled behind her.
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Post by Sally Fitch/Clever Else on Feb 16, 2013 22:58:02 GMT -5
Else was starting too feel less numb... because the witch was inspiring hot, red embarrassment and rage into her cheeks. That little...
The Queen followed jogged after Celeste. The quicker they got these wretched relics, the quicker she could get off this DAMN island. Away from unfeeling pirates and rude enchantresses.
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Post by Sorceress Calisto/Cally Rose on Feb 17, 2013 0:14:14 GMT -5
It was a relatively quite journey across the island, Celeste had no idea how long it took them to get all the way to the other side, they did cross crocodile creek and that was a sure sign that they were half way, it was still a ways to go to the Indian camp. “Do you need to rest? We have to still walk a ways and it better if your not tired from the walking once we get there” she asked Else, her hands on her hips and acted like she didn’t actually care, more like it was a burden.
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