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Date Posted: 19:36:51 02/27/05 Sun
Author: Victim?
Subject: Hrm. Over 1,360 words ain't bad. It's inside, yo.
In reply to: Victim 's message, "At The Dock" on 18:38:22 02/20/05 Sun

OOC: Would you believe me if I said that my video card snapped? I'm holding it now. 3 clean pieces. No idea how it happened, but that's why I haven't been online for a while. I got a new computer, though, so I'm happy. As an update: I now have the histories of Dar, Flame (No, for the record, I didn't get your e-mail. Thanks for posting it), Lark, and myself. I'm still waiting on Acorla and Aena. I think I have stuff to work with though.

BIC: "Alrighty, then! Everyone is on board?" Victim dashes to the dock and unties the boat, then hops inside quickly. Running around like a squirrel on sugar, he fleets in and out of the doors and all around the deck, making sure that emergency equipment is avaliable, and finally bringing out the sails to attach to the masts.

The sails are completely, totally, and absolutely black.

He manages to get the black sails attached in moments, which is a feat not to be sneezed at. There are three masts of varying sizes: the largest in the center, one forward and starboard of medium size, and another slightly smaller mast aft and on port. The black sails are no larger than 6 or 7 feet across, and have a curious habit of not reflecting any light at all, even the dying rays of the set sun. As soon as the sails are set, the boat leaps from harbor and towards open sea.

"Now then, shall we get to know each other better? We'll be sailing for a few hours, and I could use a new friend or two. I'll begin, shall I?" Victim stands next to the others and throws out his arms to accept them all. The way he stands and the tones he uses show that this is not the first time he's spoken in public, "My name is Victim Mayhem. I was born in Carnerik, raised in Carnerik, kidnapped from Carnerik, and then developed a love for the sea. I have a brother, but I haven't seen him in quite some time. I confess," he looks a bit embarrassed at this part, "If we ever met again, I don't think he's be happy to see me. Anyway, I love to eat, and I can swim faster than most dolphins---especially with a shark on my tail. The ocean is my life, the maiden voyage is my love, and Davy's Locker is my inevitable future, since you won't ever find me on land for more than a day at a time. The end! Now, who's next? How about..." Victim spins randomly and stops suddenly, his finger pointing directly at...nobody. Snapping his finger and stomping his foot he pretends to be annoyed, "Darn. That always works. Well, c'mon then. Who's next?"

(Next time I post I'll be making a new message, btw)

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Flame held her hands out in front of her, "Hey, don't look at me, I'm not going next" (NT) -- Flame, 19:47:38 02/27/05 Sun
Dar frowned. He was ready to make friends but not quite ready to tell them his past. Not to mention the fact that telling them would completly destroy the happy, carefree feeling aboard right now. He quickly snatched another apple and took a bite. He chewed very slowly to avoid speaking. (NT) -- Dar, 04:54:24 02/28/05 Mon
- The read haired girl looked around her and saw that no one was volunteering, "Ok fine, I'll go". (inside) -- Flame, 07:39:24 02/28/05 Mon
  - OOC: do all you people have 24 hour jobs or somthing? You're never here during the week (NT) -- Flame, 20:48:42 03/01/05 Tue