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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 18:34:27 GMT -5
Name: Annabelle "Anna" Marie Black Age: 26 Love Interest: Jack Sparrow Picture:
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 18:46:56 GMT -5
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:04:36 GMT -5
"Lillian, wake up. It's time to go." I muttered to my sister who was sound asleep. I had already changed from my night dress to a pair of trousers and a baggy shirt--one that hid my breasts enough to disguise my female figure. I also had a sword at my hip and a long petticoat over that. I found an old hat that I covered my hair in for the time being. I knew it was our best chance if we were going to get out of here before her wedding day tomorrow. I could not allow my sister to be married off to Lord Beckett. He was a foul man and not worth the trouble. And he was much to short. "Come on, Lillian. We need to leave. Now." I said again, shaking my sister awake. She wasn't exactly a light sleeper.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:13:09 GMT -5
I was having a nice dream of my life with Cutler Beckett, if only in a perfect world. He was tall and honorable and handsome... things he is not so much in real life. I heard my sister's voice but pushed it aside; I wanted to stay in my dream and not open my eyes to the light of the morning, and to maids rushing about dressing me in a ridiculous wedding dress for me to sign my life away to a vile midget. When I did open my eyes, however, it was not light out. The sun was probably close to rising, but it hadn't showed yet. "Anna... what are we doing?"
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:19:30 GMT -5
"We're leaving." I said with a grin. I pulled some clothes out of my bag and handed them to her, along with a belt. "I bought these this afternoon. They're for young men but they should fit alright. Put them on." I said as I went to her dresser to start packing her things. I knew she couldn't take all her dresses but I knew she had some things she wouldn't want to part with. I'd started planning this since I arrived. About a month or two ago I got a letter saying my sister was getting married and she wanted me to be there on her special day. When I arrived I learned it was not so special. She burst into tears as soon as we were alone and poured out her heart to me. It turned out that she wasn't so into her husband to be and wanted a way--anyway--out of the engagement. I knew then that it was time to leave.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:26:12 GMT -5
I stared at the clothes she handed me and watched her run around my room, getting things together. "Oh, right!" I said, remembering her plan to get me out of marrying Beckett. I quickly changed into the clothes she gave me, and groaned. "They feel weird, Anna, I don't like them." I complained as I fastened the belt. "Still, more comfortable than the corsets." I said, wondering if I would have to wear one where I was going. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. "Anna, the shirt is too big. Could you not find something that would fit better?" I asked, joining her at my wardrobe. I grabbed my favorite shawl and put it around my shoulders. It was the only thing from Beckett that I actually liked.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:34:17 GMT -5
"It's just because you're not used to pants. It'll be weird for a while. But you've got to walk like its normal for you." I said and sighed as she complained about her wardrobe. I made her sit down and started pulling up her hair for her. "This was the best I could get. Besides, it's supposed to be big on you. You have to hide your breasts." I explained and took the shawl from her. "You can't wear that yet. But we can bring it with us. You can wear it when we don't have to hide anymore, alright." I said, stuffing the very feminine looking article in her bag. I sat beside her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. I didn't want her to regret her decision a week from now when it would be too late.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:38:24 GMT -5
I whimpered as she took the shawl away from me. Despite who gave it to me, it brought me comfort and I figured I would need it now, since I didn't know where we would end up. It could be in the next town over or on a ship floating around aimlessly; I didn't like the idea of that, of not knowing where I would wake up the next morning. I looked away from her; I was never able to look people in the eyes. Ever since I was a child, it upset me. It was like the other person was making sure I wasn't lying, as if I wasn't an honorable woman. "Yes... I suppose this is the only way to get me out of marrying such a terrible man." I replied after a minute.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -5
I looked at her for a long moment, judging her answer. She seemed sure of herself. "Alright. I know of a ship that leaves at dawn. We need to hurry. The sun should be rising soon." I instructed. I had to flirt with the docksman earlier this week to find out about what ships would be leaving today. This one seemed to be our best bet. We would walk up, pretend to be apart of the crew, and start helping them load the ship as though we'd been there the whole time. Then we would sail to where ever they were going, get off, and do it all over again. I even went so far as to snatch quite a bit of cash from our mother's safe so we would be held over for a while. It was currently tucked away in my bustier--something I had to wear to hide my chest a little. "Are you ready to go?" I asked her, standing up.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:03:44 GMT -5
I looked around my room as she told me we'd have to leave soon. I had come to terms with leaving my house when I was betrothed to Beckett, but at least then I would be able to come home and visit my family and my room. Now I wasn't sure when I would be back, if ever. I sighed and then took a deep breath. I stood from my bed and took a necklace off of my bedside table, putting it on and tucking it into the shirt. "Yes, I suppose we should leave now before I crawl back into bed." I replied, offering her a small smile.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:29:28 GMT -5
I smiled and clutched her hand, knowing it probably hurt her to leave. I understood that though. I would be sad to leave after so long of living here. But I left a few years ago after my mother started talking about marriage. I couldn't be married off to a man I didn't even know. I'd been living on a merchant ship, scrubbing floor boards and making food for the crew. I didn't have to hide my identity there but I missed my sister. I was happy to come home to her. "Let's go." I said, taking her hand and pulling her with me. Everyone was still sound asleep. We made our way through the house and down to the docks where a ship called Courver's Calling waited for us.
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:35:30 GMT -5
I didn't like the looks of the docks this early in the morning. I rarely liked the docks to begin with; I never went unless Beckett wanted to parade me around town and show off his ship to me. That got old after a while, although it was a rather large ship. It must have been compensating for his height, at least that's what I always thought. "Anna, I really don't like the look of this place," I said. Sailors were my least favorite kind of men, the only ones I could deal with being in the Royal Navy, but they were at least civilised. Others weren't, at least from what my mother said. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:41:13 GMT -5
I sighed, I had expected this. "Lillian, This is the only way we can get you out of here. We will only be on this ship a few days." I smiled at her. "Don't worry. I'll keep you safe." I promised, patting her back comfortingly. "Now, what did you decide your name will be?" I asked her, hoping to keep her on track. I tried to walk loosely and gestured for her to do the same. She was still walking as though she were wearing a corset and not used to her pants. I noticed her fidgeting with her trousers,
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Post by Lillian Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:51:28 GMT -5
"It is really hard to walk, you make it look easy!" I said, folding my arms over my chest. I thought about a name; it never occurred to me that I would need a new name, that I couldn't be a man named Lillian. "Uh... what about Thomas?" I asked. It was the first name the came into my head. "Where am I from? Who's my mother? Anna, did you even think that people might question us about who we are and what our lives were like? Did you ever think that far ahead?" I asked. I had a feeling this wouldn't end well.
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Post by Annabelle Black on Jun 9, 2011 20:56:24 GMT -5
I stopped walking and pulled her into the shadows. "Yes, I thought of that. But you don't have to get all chummy with these people. They aren't going to get suspicous if you don't have lengthy conversations with them. You're Thomas and I'm Daniel Jameson. We're brothers and we're from France." I said, knowing people would be able to tell that by our accents. "Our parents died young and we've been on our own for a while. That's all people need to know, alright. Now stop stressing. This is going to work." I assured her, holding onto her shoulders. I knew she would worry but I had to make sure that she knew I would take care of her. "Just know, I love you." I said and kissed her cheek before pulling her back with me to meet up with our new crew mates.
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