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Post by England on Jul 15, 2010 23:06:10 GMT -5
Damn. Bloody, fucking damn. He'd lost them - Lily, James, the men who'd attacked them and the Item he'd been sent to retrieve. How did it all go so wrong so fast? Stumbling down the street, leaving a trail of blood from the wound across the back of his thigh. It burned terribly, but the bullet didn't enter his leg, only grazed it. Unfortunately, that didn't stop it from bleeding all over the place.
Slowing down to catch his breath, he leaned against a rather dirty alley wall. Slowly, painfully, he sat down and pulled the kerchief off his head to tie over the wound. Hissing at the burn, he closed his eyes against the dancing spots in his vision. Dizzily, he wondered whereabouts he was in the city compared to his ship - and the hopes that his crew made it back okay.
James had to be okay.
Opening his eyes again, he was rather startled to see he'd been surrounded by a few of the men he'd thought he'd lost. They grinned down at him, confident in their ability to kill him by the way they were holding their blades and guns. Wearily, Arthur palmed the dagger in his sleeve, tossing it with surprising strength into the eye of the man with the gun. The other two only had swords for all he could see - and sure, he didn't have his sword on him any more, or his gun. He wasn't going to die here, beside a filthy wall far from home - far away from a certain green-eyed man.
Dragging himself slowly back to his feet with the feel of warm blood oozing down his leg, he prepared to fight for his life.
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Post by nyo on Aug 2, 2010 23:11:33 GMT -5
Yet another stop...This was getting beyond ridiculous. With as much money as he'd spent getting his ship repaired, it really needed to stay repaired. He'd lost count of how many times planks or paneling had broken, or something had sprung a leak. Not to mention all the sails and things that needed to be replaced Next time he was going to make sure and checked his craftsman before hand.
He'd sent Peter and Raivis out to get supplies while he'd gone to find a carpenter. The ship was still being worked on, but likely as not the two would find some trouble to get into that would take them way longer than they needed to complete their task...or Peter would anyway. Not that he minded all that much, they would find they're way back eventually.
Francis had quickly grown bored at the docks. Most of his crew either having wandered off into the city or about “working”. The people there didn't seem all that interested in his attempts to flirt start a conversation (really, what was wrong with them, who wouldn't be flattered to have his attention?) and he'd given up, choosing instead to find entertainment elsewhere.
Strolling through the sparsely populated street, he caught site of something dark an rust colored trailing across the ground. That can't be...no, it definitely isn't but he found himself following it anyway.
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Post by England on Aug 5, 2010 14:07:52 GMT -5
Arthur admittedly thought he'd have done better in the fight, as his face was pushed down into the cobblestones under a filthy boot. He'd managed to at least break a couple of bones and the one who wasn't stepping on him he thought he'd given a concussion to. But that didn't stop the fact that the man standing on him was just a few moments away from chopping off his head.
Trying to squirm out of the painful position only got him a kick in the ribs, winding him right badly and unfortunately making him inhale dirt. Cursing between coughs, he kept struggling, but the boot that was on his head lifted up and came back down hard. Dazed and, by the throbbing in his nose, a potentially broken bone, he flopped rather bonelessly on the ground.
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Post by nyo on Aug 17, 2010 16:31:48 GMT -5
Obviously, the time he'd spent at sea had killed whatever logic skills he'd ever had. Why else would he have followed something so suspicious to an alleyway that was even more so? Whatever the reason, it seemed he'd walked into something unpleasant...
None of the group seemed to have noted his presence and Francis considered just leaving them to it. But even he knew an unfair fight when he saw it, and if the blonde man with his neck on the wrong end of a sword had any say it was definitely an unfair fight. Likely as not he wouldn't be much help either...this probably wasn't going to end well...He grimaced, hand going to the revolver in his pocket as he cleared his throat. "gentleman! I'm sure whatever problems you have can be solved in a much more civilized manner~"
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Post by England on Sept 5, 2010 20:55:49 GMT -5
Everyone in the alleyway froze for a long moment at the intrusion, Arthur included. Except they froze out of startlement and he'd frozen out of deja vu. How odd was it to have a frenchman of all people who seemed so incredibly familiar show up just in time to save you from decapitation?
"What the hell are you butting your nose in here for?" the one with the sword snarled, pressing the weapon down just the slightest bit more against the Britishman's neck. He winced, feeling the blade just cut into his skin, the faintest trickle of blood coming to collect with the rest of the blood he'd already lost on the ground.
"Get out of here you stupid frog!" he yelled, glaring green eyes trying to tell the other to get out before the other men came after him as well. The boot keeping his head down suddenly pressed down hard, dragging the skin on his face loose across the cobblestones. Getting the dirt, grit and blood mixed together against his face burned almost as bad as the rest of his injuries.
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