TRNC
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Post by TRNC on May 24, 2010 18:49:38 GMT -5
Not really having much of a destination in mind Girne left home for another one of his Daily Adventures. On his way out he grabs a pot and a small vase, you never know, maybe he'll make a sell today. Roaming a semi-busy marketplace he tries to get someone to take an interest in at least one of his items, but gets noticed by no one. How discouraging, now this journey seemed to be going nowhere. He just had to do something.
Feeling trapped once more he left the market, pushing through tree branches and bushes. Finding himself on a high cliff looking down at a deserted beach, that looks over the vast ocean. There he sat with his pot and vase drawing figures in the dirt with a stick. He'll think of something to do...find something to, discover. hopefully
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Post by nyo on Jun 13, 2010 23:04:48 GMT -5
Francis eyed the hole in the deack with irritation. That was he problem with buying run down ships, they had a tendency to be well...run down. He considered his options. He could stop, and fix it, or he could leave it until they got to a port. But, knowing his crew...The french captain decided to stop the ship before someone could fall through the deck and pick a fight about it.
The ship dropped anchor nd he sat around for a bit, watching his ship mates before he got bored. Climbing out of the sip he began making his way up the beach.
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TRNC
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Post by TRNC on Jun 14, 2010 17:00:26 GMT -5
Girne sees sails on the horizon and becomes currious. He crawls to the edge of the peek to stares down at the ship. That's when he sees the unfamiliar blonde man, for the first time, come ashore. Watching the man walk the beach there was a spark in his eye when he realized that this may very well be that moment, that chance, he was looking for.
Grabbing his vase and pot he rushes back down the path of which he came, heading back to the marcket.
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Post by nyo on Jun 19, 2010 16:26:11 GMT -5
He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Though, considering the fact that he was on a strange beach surrounded by god only new what creature's that wasn't all that surprising. Looking around in an attempt to spot whatever it was, he thought he caught site of something moving away quickly at the to of one of the cliffs.
Intrigued, he began looking for a way up. Eventually he managed to climb to the top and, sure enough, he found a set of footprints. Glancing back at his ship he followed them. The trail stopped in a jumble of other prints as it came to the edge of a market place. Seemed had come to a halt. Then again, he did have time, and he had found Matthieu in just this kind of place. Maybe a bit of socializing was in order...
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Post by TRNC on Aug 11, 2010 23:35:29 GMT -5
Having glanced back a few times, noticing the blond still in sight, Girne couldn't help but to want to go back and speak with him. Ask him about his journeys and all the sights he's seen and oh so much more! But he wasn't about ready to just walk right on up to the other just yet. After all he still had a few more things that he wanted to do.
Feeling a bit parched from the heat the boy enter a rather large tavern in order to grab a drink before he was to head over to the small blanket that he had set up in the market, so he can try to sell either his pot or vase, or hey maybe both. Or maybe even some travelers will stop by and he could try to finally get out of this place.
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