VerusEbullio

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

The taste of rum had long faded since that late afternoon, a year ago today. The one that landed him in this place. Than again, it might have been an easier prediction if he had been someone else. Theodore never worried about such trivial things. He had had woman on both knees, feeding and giving long drinks of rum at his command. It was his life, and he had loved it. The guards must have been give strict orders that night. They didn't put up with him and his crew as they once did. Maybe one of the young princes had finally grown sick of looking at his smirk as he strolled off the decks and back out to sea, unharmed, as many pirates had before him. Who could tell. However, it wasn't anyone else that night who had gotten captured. It was him. Not even one other member of his crew. He had seem to that, he hoped. After all, he was the only one the guards had seemed to want. That night the crew had spit into a few groups. His first mate had followed him, while others had jumped into the street via window or clumsy ran out the door. Theodore had gone out the back, seemed the best way to get the guards away from his crew members. While running down the alley Theodore had told his first mate to leave without him. Not to wait for him, don't risk everyone for him. Just go.

"Just go" His dry lips whispered, curving into a grin. That is what he had said to them. It had been nearly a year. If not a year than a lifetime. The dungeons were dark, only lit by torches.The torches of course, didn't give the rest of the space any more glory or style, at least not from behind bars of a cell. There was no way of telling the time. No way of letting him know if it was day or night. The entire spaced coated in a thick layer of stone, not even a vent to air out the place of its smells. He could have blocked out on entire year ,without realizing that it had come and gone. Was his crew still alive? Were they looking for him? Maybe they had waited against his wishes and had gotten captured along with him. Thrown in a different portion of the dungeon, or been sent to the gallows and already a pile of ash. He still hoped the best for them. Even if he never saw them again.The crew had build themselves on fear and common factors. Feared by others, with a common love of gold. Over the years they had been able to joke while pillaging, finding an awkward form of friendship.

Now here he lay. His wrists and ankles bound of thick rope, his back flat against the wooden table. He was on the rack. Getting anything out of him had proven difficult as he often said the first sarcastic thing that came to his mind. They asked him his name. He had answered "Prince William, Prince of the Golden Threads", to which he neither wore ,nor bore any such name or apparel. Some questions didn't get an answer, in which he would attempt to brace himself for the next turn of the crank. The next scream that echoed throughout the stone halls, all from his throat alone. He was a stubborn pirate.

When footsteps descending from the cobblestone stairs behind him could be heard, he gave a holler. "Bring the rum this time ya' fat blub?!" The words tore at his dry throat, and he coughed. His beard, that once was clean and handsome, was now overgrown and matted. The hair on top of his head, once flowing in decent dreads, was not so decent A simple pair of torn cotton pants were all they aloud him to wear. The leggings were ripped off at the knees, such in a way that they wouldn't get in the way when he had been tied to the table. His chest was riddled with wounds, both old and new. Clotted blood that would just be more scars to add to his personal collection. The footsteps grew louder, but they belonged to someone who was much lighter than the person he was excepting.

Out of the Blue, and Off the Throne(Ebby and Eskie)

Name: Theodore Daniels
age: 25
Appearance:

Theodore Daniels

Circumstance: Theodore was born into a pirate family. his father constantly out on the wide open blue. Off in his own adventures. It wasn't until the age of five when Theo finial got his first taste of the sea air aboard a ship. He had left his mother ashore, never looked back. After all a pirate only takes dock for few things. Women, gold, and of course the rum. As Theodore grew into a man he came to find his own crew and ended his relations with his father by taking the treasure and jumping ship. Since then, his crew had been doing good. Pillaging and drinking, and having fun. But one wrong move that landed him in the dugoens has truely been taking a toll on his life. Will he live? Or will this be his end?

Survivors RP

A long night of reviewing which fabric was to be used with what design. Along with the many hours of arguing with the others over what was a must to take to Italy. It was safe to say that Vince was more than happy to finally be getting on the plane. It wasn't his favourite form of transportation. A high end designer sharing his space with the unstylish common folk? Many of whom couldn't tell the difference between sapphire and persian, or would wear socks with sandals. He pulled a small suitcase behind him. Only the essentials would be in the cabin with him. Vince wouldn't dare risk getting his beautiful creations damaged or dirtied by clumsy airport lackeys. Thus the catwalk worthy masterpieces would be transported by a carrier jet. Supplied by a close friend within the business who understood his dilemma.

Vince stepped into the planes first class cabin. He wasn't first to enter the plane, but made sure that people around him didn't touch his suit. It had been one of his first designs, first out of high school. With a few touches to keep it up to what was in. His dull scarf loosely around his tanned neck. The tassells hanging free, gently tapping against his chest as he strolled to his seat.

“Here we are” He said under his breath. The seat was placed by the window, and a decent distance away from the next seat. In which it meant that he wouldn't have to worry about the unwanted arms rubbing against him. Vince leaned back in his seat and pondered what the next few days would bring. A chance to brush up on his Italian, a new contact. Of course his annoying secretary girl had asked him to bring her back something nice. She had asked to come, but in his years of watching idiot women answering the phones, he had realized she was one of the best. Asking anyone else to do it, even for the few days he wouldn't be there could very well mean the end of his business. So, he would have to bring her back something nice, perhaps a purse, or shoes.

Lost in his thoughts, Vince stared out the window at nothing. The plane lifted off the ground and into the air. He must have fallen asleep because next thing he knew the plane veered off to one side, and people started screaming. His hands gripping the ends of the arm rests involuntary. He looked up and saw the stewardess attempting to go through safety procedures, but was not seeming to have much luck as the plane rocked and dived towards the ground. From an open window on the other side of the plane Vince could open see the black smoke of the engine. The suppressed scream that he tried to hold back broke out and rang with the others as the plane hit the ground. Vince sniffed. Fire, smoke, and metal. Cries filled his ears. “Shut up,” He muttered. He couldn't hear himself think. Was he bleeding? Why were they on the ground? It hadn't been that long. His eyes finally opened and reality hit. He was strapped in his seat. A bar sticking through his thigh. “Damn,” Vince said as his hands gripped either side of his leg.

Survivors RP

Mind if I butt in?

Name: Vincent "Vince" D'angelo
Age: 26
Appearance:

Vince D

Personality: Vince is very intelligent and rational. He knows right from wrong, however will often chose his actions based on what benefits himself, or inconveniences someone else. He has worked hard to get to where he is in life and has no pity for those beneath him.

History: Immigrated from Italy, Vince's parents wanted only the best for him. Unfortunately for them the American government didn't give them enough money for living in the high class. Mr. D'angelo found work in an "Italian" pizza place, while his mother worked as a cleaning lady. This put him through public school. When he was in his final year of high school, Vince decided to pursue a career in fashion. The sleepless nights and years of slaving as an apprentice in numerous lines would end in his 25th year. He finally opened his own line in fall and it exploded, making him world famous. Now he is on his way to Italy to sign a new contract to distribute his fabulous clothing throughout Europe.

Needing a break (Me and VerusEbullio)

Tah had been on her own for awhile before joining up the Thoron's group. They had found her hiding from an Warg pack in a small cave. After much discussion they had decided to take her in. Tah had been with them ever since. Her father had known Thoron, he died the the fight for their mountain along with the many others who believed in their freedom. She rode a pony along the back of the group. Tah didn't talk much, only when needed. She partied and drink. Had fun like a dwarf would. But when things settled down she returned to an almost timid person.
As the group had stopped for the night she observed as Kili was the first to dismount from his horse. She knew right away something was up but didn't say a word about it. When she dismounted from her horse she took a quick look around to see if anyone else had noticed. But no one did. she shrugged it off. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he just wasn't feeling well from the long days ride. She ate and went to sleep.
Tah had woke up before anyone else and started cooking. She made breakfast, a stew that hopefully the whole group would like. She poured some into a bowl and set it beside Kili. Seeing how pale he had become made her worry. She didn't wake him however, to let him get his rest. When the young dwarf finially woke Tah was sitting by the pot stirring the stew slowly as so it wouldn't burn.

(I'm so sorry it took me so long. My mom got really sick, and I had to take care of her)

[Gore Warning] Broken Facade (Eskimolander x VerusEbullio)

You can go to the next morning

[Gore Warning] Broken Facade (Eskimolander x VerusEbullio)

AND TWO MONTHS LATER!!

[Gore Warning] Broken Facade (Eskimolander x VerusEbullio)

Ebullio wanted to pull her tiny hand away from the mans grip. Now leaving her home with the white haired stranger, unsure of what lay ahead of her. Would she ever see her home again? His voice mimics gentle, maybe even caring, and like the adolescent child she is, she believes him. If mommy and pa were so willing to give her to him, it must be safe. She felt his hand leave her as her thoughts focused on her siblings and her life, then, thud. A pack was slipped over her shoulders. The straps clinging around her, attempting to will her backwards towards the ground. Ebullio stumbled, her figure now off balance by the sudden increase in weight. "Wahh!" She blurted out, falling on her backside. Gravity had won the battle this time. Her unusual purple eyes peering up just in time to see Shiloh disappear behind a tree, telling her to keep up to him. Ebullio scrambled to her feet and went as fast as her legs to could her back to his side.
"Sir, where are we going?" Ebullio asked, but no reply came to her. Looking down at the ground, she kicked a small twig that lay in front of her, took a few more steps before asking again. Ebullio repeated this routine a couple more times before they had reached the clearing. Standing as upright as a the child could with the 20lb pack weighting her down, she observed the clearing. It was small, a good, decent small, perfect. The girl had been to busy letting her eyes wonder around the rim of the canopy when Shiloh had called to her. His sudden rise in volume made her jump as she dropped the pack and ran over. Her knees wobbled slightly as she knelt down to start the fire.
'I can do it' She thought. It was one of the many thoughts rushing over her mind as she struck the match along the box. It was to her surprise when the small stick sparked and caught a flame. Just like mommy, she put the match brush into the fire pit and watched the fire take its first breath. Her victory was a silent one. Only allowing a proud smile run across her lips. The scent of strawberries quickly turned her attention off of her victory, and she ran over and took the cup from Shiloh.
"Thank you sir" She said as she took her first bite from the cup. One bite quickly turned into two, then three, then four. Until the cup was empty. Ebullio leaned back with a full belly, near the warmth of the fire and passed out.

[Gore Warning] Broken Facade (Eskimolander x VerusEbullio)

You get reply tomorrow

[Gore Warning] Broken Facade (Eskimolander x VerusEbullio)

Coming through the back door a slender man entered his bar. Shifting towards the locked front door to allow others to enter. it wasn't long before the casuals had strolled in, and the man took his place behind the bar. It was a slow day. His little bar brought happy drunks the comfort of forgetting their worries and responsibilities. The man was happy in taking part in that. It was a quiet day. That is until a strange man walked in. His white hair, like that of a elderly man, yet this man was young in his years. He watched as the stranger take a seat. The bartender invited to grasp a mug before tilting his body back. Golden liquid ran from a tap and into the mug finishing with a tick layer of light foam. 'On the house" He said with a grin. A tactic that had yet to work, however, he still attempted it. The rest of the day carried on per-usual. A minor bar fight about little nothings that Tom and Adam seems to care so much about that it ended of a chair broken over one's head, and normally it wasn't their own. Cara, a young mother to a fatherless child, proceeding to try and make some money for the night, no matter how many times he had kicked her out. This was his life. It all seemed to quick of a night, too predictable. The morning was just as. He had gone to open up the pub the next day when getting confronted by his wife. They began their spat about the new boy in town, and how her children were working hard to support his careless habits. All the while their youngest clang onto her mothers dress, her black hair, void of all color, bouncing around her head as the massive woman flailed about. Using arm motions and hip swings to express her anger towards the her husband.

A voice catch the ear of all three. The parents of the girl turned their attention towards the man who had began to interfere with their problems. Ebullio hid behind her mother, only to have half her face pop back out as the man began talking to her. Her mother, not all too impressed with the white haired stranger was about the open her wide mouth and curse him out for stealing from her dim-witted husband the night prior, yet the strangers voice beat her own. Unimpressed, but content in taking in his words. When he mentioned his background and interest in taking her away from them, the woman didn't know what to say. Ebullio was her daughter, but as of yet it was hard to provide for all her children. "She is a very good girl, and I..." Painfully her words trailed off. The woman contemplated it more when the stranger pulled out the sag of coins. "She could make that? Bring that home?" She asked looking down at her girl, and bends down. "You will be better off with him. You won't go hungry, and have many of the things we will never." She said as her voice fades to a whisper. Then standing, she looks towards the man. "I-if you can make something better for her than this. Then and only then will I give her to you. " She added fighting tears, as she began bringing the girl closer to the man, not breaking her glaze from the white haired stranger .