• Last Seen: 4 yrs ago
  • Joined: 10 yrs ago
  • Posts: 63 (0.02 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. GenghisRex 10 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Vincent nodded. “We’ll go to my cabin. Formal introductions, all that. Are you hungry?” He walked down the hall towards his quarters, not waiting for an answer, fully expecting her to follow. What did she have to fight for at this point? He tossed her bag to one of his men, telling him to take it to the brig. His men finished loading the ship and the cargo bay slid shut. Vincent turned back to face her. “May want to hurry, lifting off through an atmosphere can get… bumpy.” His quarters were near the command deck of the ship, always close to the action at hand.

He placed his hand to the room’s palm lock and the door slid open. Standing in the doorway, waiting for Allison, he admired it. Home away from home. His own slice of luxury. He tried to keep the ship as classy as possible; truly, as his flagship he thought it was deserved. Those palace ships they had plundered for the furniture… the ship itself had copied the look. His men almost seemed out of place, but it elevated them. Gave them some desire to act with a bit of professionalism. And they were his best men, hand picked. A field of grime ridden, dirty men surrounded by luxury. The sight made him chuckle.

He moved into the room and sat on one of the couches in the living area. It was spotless and emaculate, decorated with some of his favorite treasures from previous ventures. Paintings and wall art, all stolen, filled the walls of the room like expensive wallpaper. Bookshelves were stuffed with display cases and stellar maps. A pure white chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, designed to look like one from the Victorian era, but with a modern twist. Flower shaped LEDs provided the only light in the room, mixing multiple colors to imitate a variety of species. He leaned his head behind himself, resting it on the backrest of the couch, and sighed. Almost free and clear now.
Vincent followed her, watching as she took in the scene. The girl was curious, and just as suspicious as he was. If he was being set up, it was just as likely that she was. His men had taken liberty with some of the finer things in the castle, but that hadn’t bothered him: call it hazard pay. They could take what they could carry. He took two of them aside and pointed towards the princess’ room, telling them of a few choice pieces he wanted taken into the ship’s cargo bay. They scampered off without question. He turned to face her and their eyes locked.

It was a fair question; she deserved to know. He heard the fear in her voice, but decided not to push it. Still no alarm, still no guards. He pressed a button on his wrist computer and it started to flash a dull red. They had a few mintues before the ship would be here.

“Let’s start with introductions. I’m Vincent. I’m a pirate of some renown, and you’re now our captive. I’m taking you to my ship, and from there to part’s unknown Maybe you’ve heard of me, maybe you haven’t, I frankly don’t care. I already know who you are, obviously. Pleasure to meet you, m’lady.” He feigned reverence, bowing to her in an exaggerated fashion. He pushed her shoulder gently, urging her to continue forward. Herding her towards the hole they had blown in the wall.

“All I’m asking is that you behave yourself. I wasn’t bluffing earlier. I’d like to avoid hurting you, but I’ll do what I have to.” He moved with his men towards their makeshift entrance, the sunlight poking through. The light refracted slightly, a sudden burst, and then the noise outside made it clear: his ship had just arrived. They turned the cloaking field off, and it came into clear view. A massive Corsair class gunship, heavily modified. The cargo hatch opened and a crew of men worked their way towards the castle, collecting the small piles of loot. Vincent addressed them all. “Take what you can, but we’re heading skyside in two minutes.” As he finished, the high-pitched screech of the castle alarm pierced the air… the ship had set off the proximity sensor.
Lol, at this point? Yeah, meeting up would be a bit awkward since we've just started to talk. XD

I'm the same way with RPs; when I'm actually around I refresh every few minutes. I only have one other partner atm, and we're doing everything through PMs. Diablo 3 is just what I do while I wait. =P

Sitting here, listening to Ricky Gervais' podcast, playing Diablo 3, and pressing f5 on my subscriptions page. Speaking of, I'll have my response in a few!
Actually, that's precisely why I started to RP again, to keep me a little busier. lol

I mean yeah, I get sad and lonely, but I also understand; it comes with the territory. She needs to do well in school, which means studying and all that jazz. And I miss my parents, my friends, all that. But my parents have come to visit a few times, they're actually going to be visiting in about 3 weeks again. And, in about 5 weeks my best friend is coming to town.

I think I mentioned, but if I didn't I live in Las Vegas now. It's not too hard to get people to visit Vegas, in the US people come here all the time. Even if it's just for business, EVERY major business has all their biggest and most important events in Vegas. Trade shows, conventions, and tourism is what the whole town is built on XD I feel like I see a family member or friend once a month for some reason or another, just because they're in town.

My battle tag is GenghisRex#1609. I also play WoW, but let my subscription lapse until the expansion comes out. I'm sure I'll pick it up again once that happens.
Nope; I moved across the country about 2 years ago, away from all of my family. And when it comes to girlfriend, that's also out of the picture! I'm actually married XD

She's the reason we moved, my wife is going to medical school on the opposite side of the country from where we grew up. And she's also the reason I have so much free time, medical school is really intensive so she spends most of her time studying... which means I have plenty of alone time. I'm not big into going out, I'm a huge introvert. My ideal day is relaxing at home.

Before we moved, I would head over to my parents' house all day every Sunday. But now that'd be hard... they're a 4 hour plane ride, or a 36 hour car trip, away.

Oh. and games. Specifically, Diablo 3 right now. But I play a ton of them >.>
Yup! I'll be around all day. Just going to be playing computer games and RPing. Basically my ideal Sunday XD
Woke up, had breakfast, and replied to the RP ^_^

And it's, what, about dinner time for you? lol
“You’ll need to speak up if you want to be heard,” he chided, stepping back as she stood. “You’re royalty. Have some confidence, princess. And I don’t care if you don’t listen to my commands, as long as you keep doing such a good job of obeying them. Seems kind of… I don’t know, contradictory?”

He watched as she gathered her things, following her around the room. It was more to make sure she wasn’t going to try anything. He rubbed his nose slightly, a slight throb, a little reminder of what happens when he stops being alert. When she went to the bathroom he moved to the closet and rummaged through her clothes, just seeing what was being left behind.

When she returned he glanced to her a moment, seeing her standing there, and closed the closet. She seemed… sad, almost pathetic, but he couldn’t blame her. She had probably been holed up in this castle most of her life because of how ‘safe’ it was for a princess. And now, here he was about to take her away from it all. But then he remembered his nose as it throbbed again. The compassion drained away. He moved to her again, putting his hand under her chin and tilting her head so she was looking at him. “Hold your head high. Don’t give us the satisfaction of seeing how afraid you are. Pretend you’re above all this. Right? Wouldn’t that make it so much easier to deal with?”

He yanked the bag from her hand, making sure all of its compartments were secured, and slung it around his shoulder. It didn’t matter if these were the only things she wanted to bring, she wasn’t going to be the one to carry them. He looked towards the door, waiting for her to pick up on the intention and start walking. He sighed.

Usually he didn’t have to deal with women. At least, not any that weren’t on his crew. The kind of work he did, the jobs he pulled, the piracy they committed… women never really traveled alone. They were the ones that would cower as their travel companions begged for their lives. He’d get what he wanted as they looked away in fear, and he’d leave. Leaving with one of them wasn’t really his style. Kidnapping in general wasn’t. This was a first for them.

Maybe it was always like this?

But what she had said about ‘getting to the bottom of this’; it made him wonder again. The father had PAID him to take the princess away. Who would pay the ransom for this? His gut got tight as he ran the possibilities through his head. This could still be a setup. It may have been easy to get in, and hell, maybe it would be easy to get out. But what then?

The father would have been the one to pay the ransom… but he had paid them to take her.
Did he expect them to kill her?
Did he expect someone else to pay for her release?


This whole thing started to smell foul. One big mistake. He shrugged it off, waiting for the princess to move.
It's from Matthew, it's just that nearly everyone calls me Matt. The extra syllable is just too much, I guess XD

Pretty name! I feel like all the people I talk to from Europe/Austrailia have such interesting names, but that's mostly because they aren't common here.
No reason to apologize; totally understandable =]

Sorry to hear that, but I won't pry. And my name's Matt, what's yours?
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet