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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 8:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 4:02 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 12:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 12:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 3:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 3:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 3:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 4:09 pm
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All my life at home I've spent Adventure rests within my core I'll sail until my legs are bent And I can stand on land no more
.:Tik:.
Cabin Girl Extraordinaire
"Aw, take pity on a lasses eyes!" Tik protested, looking away. She hated the sight of blood, or surgery, or anything of the sort. She could barely handle a scrape when one of her brothers fell down, let alone a boy prying a bullet out of his arm with a knife. She took the dagger from him and hurriedly wiped it on the inside of her shirt, where she wouldn't have to see the bloodstain. She cleared her throat, slipping the knife back into the sheath. "Right then, figures I should clean you up a bit, eh?" she said with a wink, producing a sponge out of her back pocket.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 4:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 5:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 5:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 7:35 pm
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All my life at home I've spent Adventure rests within my core I'll sail until my legs are bent And I can stand on land no more
.:Tik:.
Cabin Girl Extraordinaire
"Wha' a lonely child you must've been, eh?" Tik added sarcastically as he got dressed. She giggled at how red he was, then walked next to him. "Sit." she ordered, pointing at the ground. She sat next to him, taking his arm and unwrapping the cloth. She wrinkled her nose. "That's a whole lo' of blood you got there, Keita." she commented, pulling out the sponge and looking at it. She smiled to herself. "'Tis clean, don't you worry 'bout tha'..." she said quietly. She began tracing the edge around the cut gently, rinsing the sponge out every once in a while. "'Tis a genuine sea sponge, that 'tis." she said, trying to make conversation. "Pried i' off th' side of th' boat m'self I did, and I only use it fo' washin' m'dagger... and m'self, but that thing has never touched m'skin..." she added with a laugh, referring to the fact that she hated bathing with a fiery passion. After she had finished, she unwrapped some of the cloth that was covering her own forearms to reveal big, blueish bruises on her wrists. She didn't even notice them, rinsing the cloth out in water and putting it on Keita's arm instead. Tha' ought t' hold up for a bit... she thought, tying it in a knot. She then took the bucket... and proceeded to empt the rest of the contents onto Keita's head.
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