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I hope you've pressed f5, because I just replied!

Btw, In about one week and a half I'll be having my holiday in Turkey with my family. During that period I will still be able to reply at least one a day or once two days, depending on how much free time I get from my father. (being 20 doens't mean your father cannot boss you around. He can.) Just letting you know! I'll be in Turkey for about 10 days and then I'll be back to my regular posting habbit!
The way the guy acted was nonchalant and as if he had nothing to loose by being rude and careless. Maybe he was a man with power. He might even be the captain of this ship. Considering he was ordering some men around it confirmed her thoughts.

“Are you mocking me, Vincent?” She pronounced his name in mockery, and ignored his bow. When he started to push her, she took a few steps forward and came to a halt once again. “Vincent. You have no respect whatsoever. But if you intent to touch me one more time, I will not be a pleasant captive.” Allison tried to threaten him, but it did not seem to work very well. He asked her to behave, and Allison sighed deeply. She’d show him how to behave nicely. But nicely in her way. With a grunt she followed Vincent as he walked into the cargo hatch. Although she was used getting beamed up or even getting carried into a ship so her dress would not get dirty, she enjoyed the normal approach for once. It was as if she was a normal girl that did not mind getting a smear of oil on her clothes or shoes. And she never did, but her father was too keen on keeping her clean.

Once they arrived inside, Allison noticed the ship was quite the size. It did not seem like a lot when she stood in front of it, but the inside was rather old fashioned. The furniture seemed like it came from the age of Queen Elizabeth: Red, patchy and.. Royal. Allison chuckled, again locking eyes with Vincent. This time he was caught off guard, not having his usual frown and grin on his face. He seemed quite normal, quite friendly. Allison coughed as she noticed she was staring at him for far too long. “Well, quite the place you have. Now, show me to my room, wing, whatever you have prepared for me.”

To her surprised, Allison seemed to be taking the whole kidnap quite well. Was it because she had been alone for the past few years? Having that boring, royal life? Maybe she even enjoyed the attention. Whatever it was, she couldn’t quite put a label on it. But she didn’t have to, for now.
I am still a student in my 3rd year of university. Almost graduating. After that I will probably travel and see the world. maybe study a bit more, and hopefully find myself a partner to settle down with. Cool story eh? ^_^'
That's cool. Am I asking you too much questions about your in real life? If so, I will just keep it to the minimal and stick to roleplay talk.
As they were both talking, the minutes passed by so quickly. In between the laughs, grins and winks he gave her, Alyson felt her grow all warm and cosy inside. They fingers had intertwined whilst talking, and thank god VIC was not reporting any abnormal changes anymore, but she was sure her heart wasn’t going at normal speed. Though the adrenaline of finally getting to know him a little bit better did not keep her awake for much longer. Alyson felt her eyes close now and then, and it was getting harder prying them back open. Grateful he noticed, Flynn allowed her to get some rest when he confirmed the bleeding has stopped. When his fingers left her cheek, Alyson immediately fell asleep. It was as if all the things she had to worry about were non-existent for now.

“Did you get rid of her?” Alice asked, walking over to the captains chair. There, David sat, pressing several buttons in on the control panel. “I don’t know yet.. Hmm..” It seemed like he was downloading a file from a server. “Well?” Alice said, having an impatient tone in her voice. “Hold on for a moment alright? I have to find the right video files!” David snapped at her. He was scrolling through a video footage from what seemed like Alyson’s basement. “There, I gave her enough time to escape, you see? I came in 10minutes before the first bombardment.” David mumbled with a few fingers in front of his lips, giving Alice the impression he was focussing. “Look, I leave, and she’s probably gonna start packin…Wait..” Alice pointed over at Alyson walking towards the stairs, down to the cells. “Where is she going?” Alice asked, poking David on his shoulder. “I don’t know..” He distantly selected the cell camera’s, grabbing the panel and sitting up straight in shock. “Are you kidding me? She didn’t kill the guy?” Alice said what David thought. But that was not all. “What is she.. Letting him go?! What are they, buddies?!” Alice squeaked holding her hands up to her head. On the footage Alyson and Flynn got out of the cells and together ran towards the other ship in the hangar. David just watched in silence, soaking up all the information he could get. “They got to know each other, I suppose. I knew there was something off when I saw her that morning. She almost looked.. Happy.” As Alice and David watched Flynn’s ship disappear from the hangar David exited the video footage. “They did not shoot the guy down because he is a DAMN BOUNTY HUNTER AS WELL!” David shouted throughout the ship, making Grunt and Sarah look up from their sofa. “We have to tell him..” Alice then whispered to David, making him nod heavily. “We will. Message him. She’s still alive. And happily together with mister Flynn Taggart, goddammit!”

Both Alice and David returned to the group after typing out a short anonymous message on the panel. “What’s going on David? We heard you shouting.” Sarah handed him a tall glass filled with a strange looking fizzy drink. “She’s alive. But we handled it already, don’t worry. That money will be ours in no time. He’ll make her speak.” David grinned, making the rest of the group follow along.

A few hours later, Alyson slowly opened up her eyes, waking to a silent ship. No Flynn in sight. “Flynn?” She mumbled, pushing herself up from the sofa. Still slightly dizzy but without the headache, she swung her legs out of the sofa and onto the ground. Her hand was all sticky and gross when she ran her fingers through it. “I need a shower..” Then looking at her palms and fingers, noticing they were both stained with blood. ”Didn’t I hold his hands before..? Ughh you’re the worst.”
I'll add you when I play again, don't feel like playing diablo atm. I feel like roleplayiiiiing~ I seriously get so excited when I see you or my other partner have replied. Haha, don't judge okkkk.

Wow I envy you. Las freaking Vegas? I was gonna go there when I turned 21 to finally.. Yes, gamble! But two of my friends actually want to go to Tokyo instead, so meh, we'll see. It's not like you'd want to meet up with me, right? That would be.. Awkward. Haha~
“Can you, please, stay off me?” Allison turned her face to the size, making sure he lost his grip over her chin. The tips he gave her were all a big blur to her, and when he finished his sentence he forcefully grabbed the bag from her hand. It soon became clear he was not a big people person that spends a lot of time with girls. Hell, he might have never even met a royal.

When he made his way towards the door, Allison took her time to take in the view of her room one last time. It was true she had always felt alone and misunderstood by many of her family members. But never had she felt this abandoned by her own father. How could he have such poor security? How is it that the alarm was not working and her escape route was blocked? It all seemed too weird, a little.. Planned ahead even. The idea scared her, and tried to forget about it whilst following the man carrying her only bag of stuff.

When they both arrived in the hallway, it was clear that some of his men had already took the efford of moving several pieces of furniture towards the stairs. From some pure linen bed cloths to crystal drinking cups and porcelain plates with matching cups. But also several of chairs, tables, mirrors and lamps were taken away piece by piece. Allison clenched her jaw as she tried not to say anything, and remembered the man’s advice. Without saying a word, keeping her head held semi-high, she walked by the men. Some of them looked up for a moment, but continued working then. Some of them walked over to say a short ‘Hello M’lady’ or ‘THAT’s coming on our ship? Goodie goodie!’ making Allison feel slightly scared. Were all the pirate stories about having a female on the ship true? Were they all socially awkward and rough when it came to asking a girl on a date? Or even.. Have no manners at all?

On their way back up towards the 1st floor, where the exit was, there were no guards to be seen. It almost seemed like they had al just left, because if the pirates had been fighting, there would be bodies. Looking behind, Allison’s eyes found her capturer's. “Where are you taking me? Better yet, what are you planning on doing with me?” The last sentence came out slightly high-pitched as if she was trying to suppress her fear. But failed at it miserably.
Hey, seems like we were both drunk last night. But on a total different time, haha..

Whatcha doing for work?

I watched a movie, had some family over today, and refreshed this forum to see if you or my other partner were online. Sad to say you two are both from the US and both on quite late. -cry-
Wow haha didn't see that one coming! You did not mention you were married! Lucky you~

Yeh well don't you think it's too bad you don't get to spend much time together? I mean, I would get rather sad now and then if I were you. Because I am also not a big party girl really, give me a good movie with some snacks and I'm the happiest in the world. Don't you miss your parents though?

As for games: Do give me your battletag so we can game some diablo 3 together. You got the expansion right?
So Zack, tell me how your weekend was so far? ^_^
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