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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:43 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:47 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 2:57 pm
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"Well that's a right pickle we're in, Love..." Burns felt the hair on the back of his neck pick up, knowing they were indeed trapped. He'd doubted they would have had enough time to find another hiding place anyway, what with all the nonsense that seemed to go on above deck. Still, he'd hoped for better. "We'd best go see what the lovely captain has in store for us now..." While he'd been caught stowing away on several ships in the past, he'd only once ever been booted off of one, and he'd rather not have to swim or starve in a brig for days on end.
Looking a bit like a sheepish nine year-old should, Burns led the way out for Rave, patched bag on his shoulder. His appearance was what you'd expect of a stowaway, now that he'd changed out of his preforming clothes. A patched up vest that in no way matched with his dirty, cream colored, ruffled shirt or his patched up pants with the bottom hems coming loose. He never really had need for good clothes other than the ones he could preform in. The fire-thrower gave a haughty bow to Lyle as he came into view from behind the boxes, putting on his best face. "Oh now then, there's no need for a hand on a hilt, mate."
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:41 pm
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The Eternaly Damned Burns tipped his head at Lyle and directed Rave so that she was next to him, but out of the Pirate's reach. He may have just met her, but he felt a bit protective of the younger stow-away. She could more than likely take care of herself, but that didn't mean he couldn't make himself feel a bit better about being part of her troubles. The group started moving at Lyle's command, the Harlequin quiet now that there wasn't anything to say.
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Micheal kept to his post above-deck, leaning against some rigging ropes. As he had nothing yet to fix, he had nothing yet to do unless told. He wasn't one to do things he didn't fancy doing unless told, twice. He saw the shapes of an emerging group of people coming from the aft, and looked curiously at the ragamuffins Lyle was leading out of the hold. Well, that'll be the stow-aways.
((Come out, come out... wherever you are smile ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:42 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 10:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 11:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 7:00 pm
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