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Thesaltysailor
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- Mar 29, 2019
Alright. This is my attempt at compiling some of my writings for all prospective players. If you see a post that you like, please feel free to let me know. I do love some constructive criticism.
The bar finally came into sight, as Robert took slow, but sure steps towards his final destination for the day. His leather boots released their usual tapping sound on the ground as he extended his arm, opened the elegant wooden door, and walked into the bar. It had been quite a long day, with him having spent more time hunting than he accounted for. His efforts were rewarded however, as by his count, he had managed to eliminate the threat that he was contracted to hunt.
It was not lost on him how he was truly privileged to be able to hunt, and to travel for a living. His rather reclusive nature lent itself to such a profession, where he would travel, work alone, and maintain a hold on his freedom to be able to be by himself. It was a rather wonderful privilege, one that he valued almost above all else.
However, as he walked into the bar, at the end of his day, it seemed that the end of his day would not be as peaceful as he had hoped it would be. Immediately, he could detect the rather boisterous crowd of women who were seemingly having the time of their lives. His usually stoic and calm expression immediately changed to a rather disappointed frown, as he could tell that he would not be enjoying a peaceful night of drinking as he had hoped.
He made his way to the bartender, as had been his habit over the past few weeks, taking a seat at the center of the bar, placing his usual order of scotch, as his hazel colored eyes were now fixed on the glass that appeared in front of him. As he sat down, he took off his chestnut-colored leather vest, and placed it on the bar, as he took the first sip of his drink, attempting to focus on nothing else other than the drink that was in front of him.
He straightened his slate-colored corduroy shirt, having rolled up the sleeves, but before he could get too much time to himself, the sound of footsteps pulled his attention away from his drink, as he turned his head to the stranger who was now sitting beside him. He ran his hands through his tousled hair to get some control over it, as he took a moment to observe the stranger who was now seated beside him.
Before he would respond to the question, his rather cautious nature took over, as he took a moment to observe and analyze the young woman that had addressed him. Rather dapper, and rather attractive, she certainly was not the usual sort of clientele that he was used to seeing in the bars that he frequented. Her accent was also distinctive, as he quickly assessed the origin of such an accent. He was in no rush to answer her, as he was never known to be a chatty person. Doubly so, given that she had interrupted his drinking time. After what seemed to be an eternity, he smiled cordially at her, a smile that anyone would be able to detect was forced, as he took a quick glance towards her friends, before looking back to her.
He took a deep breath, exhaling rather audibly, before answering her. "Whatever game I'm contracted to hunt." He paused to take another sip, before continuing with his answer. "Leopards in this case. Native to Tanzania, occasionally becoming a danger to the locals. And to visitors." His response was very much factual, short, and not very informative apart from what he felt was necessary. He had no clue as to who she was, and as such, short answers were all that she would get out of him at that point. "Do your friends have an interest in hunting? Is that why they sent you over?" He asked her in response, formulating the best possible method of inquiring as to why she was seated by him, away from her friends, without being too curt.
He took one look over at them, and could immediately notice how they were all watching their friend and himself. It seemed that there was more to the conversation that he was having with her than pure interest in hunting. He turned back to her, adding another comment before what he hoped would be the conclusion of this conversation. "If you happen to be dealing with some wild animals and are in need of some population control, you'll have to find another hunter. I am booked for quite a while, and I am not looking for work at the moment. Apologies."
He did everything he could to be courteous, and kind. He knew that he was not the most patient man, especially when interrupted by someone while he was drinking. However, he could tell well enough that the stranger beside him was seemingly not interested in hunting. What her reasons were for talking to him, he was unsure of, but his instincts told him that this wasn't a scientific interest in his profession.
It was not lost on him how he was truly privileged to be able to hunt, and to travel for a living. His rather reclusive nature lent itself to such a profession, where he would travel, work alone, and maintain a hold on his freedom to be able to be by himself. It was a rather wonderful privilege, one that he valued almost above all else.
However, as he walked into the bar, at the end of his day, it seemed that the end of his day would not be as peaceful as he had hoped it would be. Immediately, he could detect the rather boisterous crowd of women who were seemingly having the time of their lives. His usually stoic and calm expression immediately changed to a rather disappointed frown, as he could tell that he would not be enjoying a peaceful night of drinking as he had hoped.
He made his way to the bartender, as had been his habit over the past few weeks, taking a seat at the center of the bar, placing his usual order of scotch, as his hazel colored eyes were now fixed on the glass that appeared in front of him. As he sat down, he took off his chestnut-colored leather vest, and placed it on the bar, as he took the first sip of his drink, attempting to focus on nothing else other than the drink that was in front of him.
He straightened his slate-colored corduroy shirt, having rolled up the sleeves, but before he could get too much time to himself, the sound of footsteps pulled his attention away from his drink, as he turned his head to the stranger who was now sitting beside him. He ran his hands through his tousled hair to get some control over it, as he took a moment to observe the stranger who was now seated beside him.
Before he would respond to the question, his rather cautious nature took over, as he took a moment to observe and analyze the young woman that had addressed him. Rather dapper, and rather attractive, she certainly was not the usual sort of clientele that he was used to seeing in the bars that he frequented. Her accent was also distinctive, as he quickly assessed the origin of such an accent. He was in no rush to answer her, as he was never known to be a chatty person. Doubly so, given that she had interrupted his drinking time. After what seemed to be an eternity, he smiled cordially at her, a smile that anyone would be able to detect was forced, as he took a quick glance towards her friends, before looking back to her.
He took a deep breath, exhaling rather audibly, before answering her. "Whatever game I'm contracted to hunt." He paused to take another sip, before continuing with his answer. "Leopards in this case. Native to Tanzania, occasionally becoming a danger to the locals. And to visitors." His response was very much factual, short, and not very informative apart from what he felt was necessary. He had no clue as to who she was, and as such, short answers were all that she would get out of him at that point. "Do your friends have an interest in hunting? Is that why they sent you over?" He asked her in response, formulating the best possible method of inquiring as to why she was seated by him, away from her friends, without being too curt.
He took one look over at them, and could immediately notice how they were all watching their friend and himself. It seemed that there was more to the conversation that he was having with her than pure interest in hunting. He turned back to her, adding another comment before what he hoped would be the conclusion of this conversation. "If you happen to be dealing with some wild animals and are in need of some population control, you'll have to find another hunter. I am booked for quite a while, and I am not looking for work at the moment. Apologies."
He did everything he could to be courteous, and kind. He knew that he was not the most patient man, especially when interrupted by someone while he was drinking. However, he could tell well enough that the stranger beside him was seemingly not interested in hunting. What her reasons were for talking to him, he was unsure of, but his instincts told him that this wasn't a scientific interest in his profession.
As Navarro led her towards his camp, or rather, pushed her towards his camp, he noticed out of the corner of his eye how Marais had taken a seemingly personal interest in the charms that he confiscated from the woman. Marais seemed to constantly turn the charms over, as if there was a secret level or button that he could press that would suddenly activate the charms, something that Navarro found both comical and irritating.
"Marais, I would venture to guess you have no idea what you are holding in your hand, and if by some sort of miracle you manage to activate those damned things, I'm sure we'll all be burned to a crisp, so I would suggest you put the charms away and be on the lookout. We are not in countryside where the biggest danger is having a pig fling mud at you…" his voice was full of sarcasm, given the rather serious nature of the mission at hand, and as he set his attention back on the thief, he entertained a bit more of the conversation.
"Oh? Do you feel particularly inclined to enlighten me about that past of yours? I am no admirer of the church, but I'm sure I can play the role of a priest for you if you'd like?" Navarro chuckled as he listened to her discuss her past briefly. "Well…indiscriminate or not, the church does not care about why our pasts are as colorful as they might be." Navarro concluded as he continued walking. Despite how entertaining that interaction might have been, something else was gnawing at him.
It had been silent. Absolutely silent for what seemed to be an eternity. Much of it was to be expected, as it was the dead of night. But to be as quiet as it was, was odd to Navarro. Not even the sound of owls could be heard. Was he imagining things?
"Keep an eye out! It's too quiet." Navarro remarked to his men as they came closer to the camp. The campfire was prepared for them when they returned, and a few crude, rudimentary beds, nothing more than stretches of leaves and straw, and a pelt of animal fur for cover, made for the soldiers to use for sleep.
After arriving, they lit the fire, tied their captive to a tree that they set up the campsite by, and agreed on a schedule for keeping watch through the nights, with Navarro agreeing to take the first few hours, keeping watch both on their captive, and for any unexpected events.
With the men taking their equipment off, and beginning to nod off to sleep, Navarro was left with the captive. He grabbed a nearby branch, and reached for his knife, and began whittling it to pass the time, as he threw a question towards his captive.
"Where did you learn to move like that? Your movements were not normal. You're well trained." He asked her, knowing that the skill she showed was not natural. She might have been more talented than the average thief, but he knew discipline and training when he saw it, and she was certainly very well trained.
"Marais, I would venture to guess you have no idea what you are holding in your hand, and if by some sort of miracle you manage to activate those damned things, I'm sure we'll all be burned to a crisp, so I would suggest you put the charms away and be on the lookout. We are not in countryside where the biggest danger is having a pig fling mud at you…" his voice was full of sarcasm, given the rather serious nature of the mission at hand, and as he set his attention back on the thief, he entertained a bit more of the conversation.
"Oh? Do you feel particularly inclined to enlighten me about that past of yours? I am no admirer of the church, but I'm sure I can play the role of a priest for you if you'd like?" Navarro chuckled as he listened to her discuss her past briefly. "Well…indiscriminate or not, the church does not care about why our pasts are as colorful as they might be." Navarro concluded as he continued walking. Despite how entertaining that interaction might have been, something else was gnawing at him.
It had been silent. Absolutely silent for what seemed to be an eternity. Much of it was to be expected, as it was the dead of night. But to be as quiet as it was, was odd to Navarro. Not even the sound of owls could be heard. Was he imagining things?
"Keep an eye out! It's too quiet." Navarro remarked to his men as they came closer to the camp. The campfire was prepared for them when they returned, and a few crude, rudimentary beds, nothing more than stretches of leaves and straw, and a pelt of animal fur for cover, made for the soldiers to use for sleep.
After arriving, they lit the fire, tied their captive to a tree that they set up the campsite by, and agreed on a schedule for keeping watch through the nights, with Navarro agreeing to take the first few hours, keeping watch both on their captive, and for any unexpected events.
With the men taking their equipment off, and beginning to nod off to sleep, Navarro was left with the captive. He grabbed a nearby branch, and reached for his knife, and began whittling it to pass the time, as he threw a question towards his captive.
"Where did you learn to move like that? Your movements were not normal. You're well trained." He asked her, knowing that the skill she showed was not natural. She might have been more talented than the average thief, but he knew discipline and training when he saw it, and she was certainly very well trained.
As she climbed the marble steps leading to the palace, Sitra took in the sights, and observed the grandeur of the palace. Although she had been to the palace before, it was during her childhood, and she barely remembered much of that experience. However, as she took another step, she was in awe of everything she was seeing and experiencing.
It all happened faster than she could blink. A visit to her temple by her Highness the Pharaoh, and within a few hours, she was informed by the Abbess that she was requested to stand before the Pharaoh the morning of the next day. She was not given a reason as for why, but she knew it had to be a crucial reason. The urgency that she was summoned with left her no room to doubt it, and she knew that she needed to obey at once.
She took the last few steps upward, as the gigantic ornate wooden doors, decorated with golden inscriptions, engraved with epitaphs, were opened to receive her. The guards lined the way from the entrance to the throne room, where she would stand before her ruler.
As she walked forward every part of her body swayed and rocked, side to side, barely clothed. All the guards doubtlessly noticed her on display before them, but all of them knew better than to do anything that would anger the Pharaoh. How many of them knew what the Pharaoh desired Sitra for was not clear, but what was clear was that they were to be on their best behavior, as none of them dared lay an eye on her body, despite how difficult it was to control themselves.
After what seemed to be an eternity of walking, she was close enough to the throne to do what was only proper etiquette of anyone who would stand before her Highness.
She immediately fell on her knees and face a bit of a distance away, not assuming that she had the permission of the Pharaoh to approach her. It was only when she dropped down that she would dare speak.
"I am here to answer your call, O great Pharaoh. How may I serve you?" She had received a hasty lesson in the art of conducting oneself before Pharaoh from her abbess. A lesson that she rehearsed in her head multiple times the prior night to ensure that she made no mistakes before her highness.
"First impressions are everything, Sitra!"
That was the phrase that was used most commonly during that lesson, and she recalled it all when it was time to execute. As she followed the instructions to the letter, she was even surprised and rather somewhat impressed with herself, as she did everything right. All that was left was to resist the urge to lift her eyes up to look at her Pharaoh, and to eventually be told why she was summoned in the first place.
It all happened faster than she could blink. A visit to her temple by her Highness the Pharaoh, and within a few hours, she was informed by the Abbess that she was requested to stand before the Pharaoh the morning of the next day. She was not given a reason as for why, but she knew it had to be a crucial reason. The urgency that she was summoned with left her no room to doubt it, and she knew that she needed to obey at once.
She took the last few steps upward, as the gigantic ornate wooden doors, decorated with golden inscriptions, engraved with epitaphs, were opened to receive her. The guards lined the way from the entrance to the throne room, where she would stand before her ruler.
As she walked forward every part of her body swayed and rocked, side to side, barely clothed. All the guards doubtlessly noticed her on display before them, but all of them knew better than to do anything that would anger the Pharaoh. How many of them knew what the Pharaoh desired Sitra for was not clear, but what was clear was that they were to be on their best behavior, as none of them dared lay an eye on her body, despite how difficult it was to control themselves.
After what seemed to be an eternity of walking, she was close enough to the throne to do what was only proper etiquette of anyone who would stand before her Highness.
She immediately fell on her knees and face a bit of a distance away, not assuming that she had the permission of the Pharaoh to approach her. It was only when she dropped down that she would dare speak.
"I am here to answer your call, O great Pharaoh. How may I serve you?" She had received a hasty lesson in the art of conducting oneself before Pharaoh from her abbess. A lesson that she rehearsed in her head multiple times the prior night to ensure that she made no mistakes before her highness.
"First impressions are everything, Sitra!"
That was the phrase that was used most commonly during that lesson, and she recalled it all when it was time to execute. As she followed the instructions to the letter, she was even surprised and rather somewhat impressed with herself, as she did everything right. All that was left was to resist the urge to lift her eyes up to look at her Pharaoh, and to eventually be told why she was summoned in the first place.
Tommy remembered exactly how she hurriedly escaped from him during their last encounter. Compared to then, he could see just how substantial the changes that took place were. He knew that he created a need within her, artificial as it was, but a need that now existed thanks to him and his drugs. He knew that from now on, it would be much easier to break down any hesitations or walls she placed in his way. She could fight it all she wanted, but it was all going to end in the same way. She will be doing what he wanted her to do.
He heard the confirmation that she understood just what she was missing out on. The bait that he dangled in front of her now held more sway over her, and he knew that she would take it, sooner or later. The more he had her hooked, the easier it became, and the more he had her hooked, the closer she would come to the destination that Tommy was taking her to.
"Well done doing as I told you. Just as with last time, i'll get a hold of you and tell you when I want you back here." He calmly informed her that he would indeed want her back where she was at that moment. He would contact her once again, and inform her of the next meeting time. It was still up to Tommy to dictate the specifics and details of when and where, and it was Claire's job to simply be there.
Another night that he had to look forward to, and another dose of Bliss that would bring her into chemical dependency on the dangerous drug.
'God this is so easy sometimes...' Tommy thought to himself, as he moved away from her to let her move and get up from the couch. "You may go now." He straightened out his outfit, which was disheveled and showing signs of having been through some physical activity. He turned around as he allowed her to put her dress back on and leave. However, before she left, he called out to her one more time.
"I will send you a copy of tonight's performance. For your viewing pleasure of course." He let a crooked smile appear on his face as he was now observing the club begin to close down, as many of the patrons had left. "Oh and..." He dug his hand in his pocket one more time, producing the tape from their previous time together, which he tossed on a nearby chair. "All yours. As agreed." He had no care whether she took the tape, or not. He knew that there would be more to come from her.
It was already becoming too late for her.
He heard the confirmation that she understood just what she was missing out on. The bait that he dangled in front of her now held more sway over her, and he knew that she would take it, sooner or later. The more he had her hooked, the easier it became, and the more he had her hooked, the closer she would come to the destination that Tommy was taking her to.
"Well done doing as I told you. Just as with last time, i'll get a hold of you and tell you when I want you back here." He calmly informed her that he would indeed want her back where she was at that moment. He would contact her once again, and inform her of the next meeting time. It was still up to Tommy to dictate the specifics and details of when and where, and it was Claire's job to simply be there.
Another night that he had to look forward to, and another dose of Bliss that would bring her into chemical dependency on the dangerous drug.
'God this is so easy sometimes...' Tommy thought to himself, as he moved away from her to let her move and get up from the couch. "You may go now." He straightened out his outfit, which was disheveled and showing signs of having been through some physical activity. He turned around as he allowed her to put her dress back on and leave. However, before she left, he called out to her one more time.
"I will send you a copy of tonight's performance. For your viewing pleasure of course." He let a crooked smile appear on his face as he was now observing the club begin to close down, as many of the patrons had left. "Oh and..." He dug his hand in his pocket one more time, producing the tape from their previous time together, which he tossed on a nearby chair. "All yours. As agreed." He had no care whether she took the tape, or not. He knew that there would be more to come from her.
It was already becoming too late for her.