megatrash

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson Would you like me to make a CS for mine?

Blackgate: LordOfTheNight & megatrash

She squinted at the artifact that he dangled from his finger. Trying to wrap her head around everything in the house was straining. The mess, the artifacts, the strange man. Caroline was not even really sure how to reply to what he was saying, except nodding as if she understood. To think all of these things were out in the world this whole time, and she was never privy to it. Amazing.

“Very interesting,” she replied, fighting her eyelids that were growing heavier and heavier. The calm energy in the house compared to hers made all the exhaustion hit her like a brick. Instead of trying to fight it, she took the bedding, laid it out to her liking, nestled into the couch in a sort of fetal position, and smoothing the blanket out over her. The couch wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but it was serving its purpose. Sleep kept growing closer and closer as she let out a large yawn.

“Thank you, Thomas, for letting me stay. Feel free to be as loud as you want, I’m usually a heavy sleeper.” She nodded reassuringly as her eye began to flutter. The strange thoughts and images that appear as one is falling asleep began playing like a movie in her mind. No matter how calm the house was, though, it may have not been enough to keep the nightmares away. Keith’s lifeless body, fights that they had, the being in their house – those were all things that ran through her mind as she fella sleep every night. It was torture. Sometimes, she wished she could just shut her brain off and wake up in a year where things would be totally different. Where the pain of losing Keith wouldn’t hurt so bad, where whatever was tormenting her had moved on to another victim, where she didn’t have to rely on a stranger to take care of herself. Caroline thought about maybe back to Georgia with family. New York was an awfully big city to be alone in.

Before the last final wave of sleepiness hit her, she took a deep breath and sighed. She optimistically hoped that Thomas could get rid of this thing for her.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

The dreams were colorful and vivid. Images - the ocean, the blue sky, the Black Star, Alice - flashed quickly and repeatedly in Victor's mind as his mind was deep in sleep. A scene of him touching Alice's face softly kept displaying itself in the midst of the chaos, with her smile beaming at him while they were on the cliff. The dreams felt so real, so tangible.

He was awoken abruptly by the sound of the door opening, and as he sat up, his eyes fell onto Alice. Her dark, long hair opposite her pale skin. The tree-green eyed. Her lips. Her small figure. All of it was shouting at him while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and used his sleeve to remove the saliva from his mouth that began to form. He smiled faintly and laughed. "I guess I was a bit more tired than I thought, aye?"

Her gaze was intense, but it was not at him. His expression showed pure confused until he followed her stare to the letter sitting on the desk. He sighed. "Ah, yes. The letter. I have yet to open it." An arm reached out to signal for her to come join him at the desk. "Would you like to do the honors, Miss Rohan?" he nearly whispered across the room, a smirk on his face. Victor wanted to make light of the tense energy in the room, so as she approached him, he pulled her down to sit on his lap. He looked up to her deviously. "You know, so we can both see it," he replied to her confusion nonchalantly.

He handed her the letter and nudged her. "Don't keep your audience waiting, Miss Rohan. Go on," he chuckled as he awaited for her to open it, desperately trying not to succumb to the anxiety he was feeling. As she sat on his lap, he placed a hand on her back subconsciously as he leaned in to watch her open it.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

So he was from a band – that was a major relief to Cameron. She nodded at him as he spoke about the group he was with as millions of thoughts ran through her head. There was still much to learn about who he was and what exactly Omega was all about, but at least she would have somewhere to stay. It wasn’t like the opportunity was available to be selective about her living arrangements. If the village wasn’t raided, she would be at home, probably in bed with one of the old books she had taken back when she was allowed to explore alone.

Before the reminiscing could continue, the thunder made the floor vibrate. The sheer volume of the storm made it seem like the building could be demolished before the storm was over. “Damn it,” she whispered after she had jumped. “I’m, um, not usually this skittish. It’s been a long few days.” She scanned the building again, purely out of habit, before answering his question. “I’m from Maryland, near Baltimore. My group was pretty… different. Lots of farmers and spiritual hippies, but we also had our strict, gun-wielding assholes.” She chuckled before she continued. “They wouldn’t let outsiders in. Very selfish in a way.” Speaking about her home made caused a lump in her throat, and she coughed to casually try to get herself together. The box sat on the floor about a foot away from her feet. “Ha. You would think so, huh? Just personal stuff I took before I left. My village – it was attacked in the middle of the night. Completely burned to the ground.” Her voice began wavering as she spoke. “I’m not sure if anyone else survived.”

Her stare pierced the floor in front of her as she held her hands up to the flame. This situation, this place, and this man – it was a lot to take in. She had seen more dead bodies in four days than she had seen in a life time. She had walked over a hundred miles without being kidnapped, raped, or killed. She found someone in a large city who didn’t rob her and beat her half to death. Maybe the elders had been right about the box – that it would guide her to the hands it belonged in. She was never in to the spiritual mumbo-jumbo they spoke about. Hell, most of their ideals completely ridiculous. But maybe, just maybe, this streak of luck was enough to make a little sense of it.

A long yawn interrupted the silence that had filled the room. "I heard about New York before. I thought I could probably find somewhere to take me in." Her eyes remained on the floor until the heat from the fire made them water a bit, and she shifted her glance to Justin. "I have a million more questions, but do you mind if I get some rest? I'm exhausted."

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Once he arrived at Smith’s, he stood outside for a moment and stared at the building. He wasn’t sure how prepared he was to receive the news – whatever it was. But, Victor new he had no choice but to take action. He was the Captain; it was his job. He pushed himself to enter, and as soon as he walked in, George greeted him. “Ah, Victor! Hello again,” the old man smiled sincerely as he welcomed him. “Let me go see if your mail is here, son.” The old man scooted to the back of the store and soon returned with a letter in his hand. “For you, Vic! Looks important!”

Victor took the envelope from the man’s hand and flipped it over to eye it. It was indeed from Alice’s father, he could tell from the expensive parchment he used. He sighed as he stared at it, but thanked George for the letter and exited the building. He had a knot in his stomach as he thought over all of the outcomes that could be sparked by his decision. The letter was slipped into his shirt, and he began to walk back to where the rest of his crew and Alice were.

“Boys,” he greeted them, forcing a smile. “I am going to retire for a little while. Should be back out soon. Keep an eye on the lady for me, yeah?” The men agreed as they continued his work, and Victor bowed his head to Alice as he headed for the inn. He thought it would be better to open it alone, so he can think on things before he needed to present anything to the crew. Maybe he would get some quick shut eye too; he had been exhausted since he stepped foot on the island. He was ready to return to the dark, small room he had been sleeping in.

Victor felt a surge of power travel from his finger tips to the rest of his body as he held the envelope sealed with a golden with raised a crest on it. His fate – along with the crew’s and Alice’s – laid in his hands in the form of scribbles on a piece of parchment. Unsure if he was ready to reveal the Governor’s response quite yet, he tossed it onto the desk in front of him, rested his elbows on the wood, and buried his face in his hands, his fingers lacing through his brown, messy hair. A sigh slowly escaped his lips as he mulled over the possibilities of what the letter could entail. Was he ready for a potential war against enemies more ample than him and his crew? Was he ready to possibly lose his ship? Or Alice?

As he sat at the desk, he eventually fell asleep on it, his arms as a sort of pillow folded under his head. The curse that was cast upon him, he thought, was possibly the cause of all of the undue exhaustion, and he thought he could fight it. But, he eventually subdued to his heavy eyelids and blurry thoughts.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

“Cameron,” she replied gruffly as she plopped down on the floor next to the fire and set the pack in front of her. “Cameron Wright. Nice to meet you.” Her hands worked to remove the makeshift bandanna that held her hair somewhat in place, and when she finally removed it, her black hair tumbled down her shoulders and reached to the middle of her back. She used her fingers to shake it free of the mold the fabric had made and winced a bit at the soreness of her scalp from wearing it so long. She rolled it up neatly and stuck it in the backpack in front of her.

Cameron’s eyes snapped up to look at him after getting settled and watched him for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to make of the man, but she could tell that he did not seem like a threat. So far, anyway. She dug around in the bag to find her water bottle that was nearly empty. After taking a swig, she eyed it and slid it across the floor in his direction. “Not much, but if you need some, go ahead.” She stood up to remove the soaking wet, black jacket she had been wearing, and she laid it out along the floor near the flames. She was left with a black tank top, jeans that were worn and ripped, and combat boots that she now worked to untie. Once she brought both feet out, she groaned as she stretched them and rolled her ankles, then she placed them back inside the boots. She had also taken a large, long sleeve tee shirt out and threw it on, maneuvering the wet tank top off underneath it in an act of modesty.

“So,” she blurted, “are your people from here? New York? Or are you alone?” She then hoped with every ounce of her being that his band was close. She could not bear the thought of living a nomadic lifestyle any longer, though she also knew there was a possibility of them not accepting her to stay with them. Many factions were fickle like that, not wanting to accept any outsiders to live with them, which was incredibly stupid – how can groups expect to grow without adding more people to the mix? As she awaited his answer, she began to scan the dilapidated building they took shelter in. It was damp and dark - a perfect hiding place really. But what were they hiding from? Who else was out there? This was all very different than the village. Then there were the file cabinets, the desks. She imagined the employees, the computers, the phones ringing, and paperwork being shuffled around almost as if she was alive during that time. She wished she could have seen it herself, a time where America didn’t have to fight to stay alive. She audibly sighed at her thoughts and turned her attention back to Justin.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson Forgot to ask you, would you like to be notified?

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Cameron kept her eyes and knife trained on the man as he spoke, only interrupting her intense focus to look up at the rain that began to fall and the rumbles of thunder clouds moving towards them. After observing him thoroughly, she realized that he did not fit the description of the brutes she had hear stories of from the village leaders. Part of her thought maybe that all those tales were exaggerated to keep them all from leaving, and if that was the case, it worked on Cameron. But the man in front of her seemed kind, at least for now, and she slowly lowered the knife and holstered it.

Raisins sounded like a four course meal to the malnourished woman. She eyed the bag hungrily before pushing her pride aside and reaching to grab them, and she immediately began to devour them. After a quite moan in relief from eating something other than road kill, she looked up to him, wiped her face on her sleeve, and let out a quiet “thank you.” Still eying him, she rose slowly to her feet and gathered her belongings, slinging the large backpack over her back with a grunt. “Well,” she began as she cleared her throat, “lead the way.” Her voice had no signs of enthusiasm to it – being holed up with a strange man in an abandoned building was not on her to do list– but she forced a smile, trying not to be rude.

After the small snack she had, she nearly felt like a new woman, although she knew that she would be ravenous again soon enough. Her newly found energy made her feel a bit less hopeless as she followed the man in the rain. The cold water felt amazing on her sunburnt skin as she traveled through the strange terrain of the city, and she began to stick her tongue out to catch the droplets as they hiked. She was truly grateful that someone was taking her in; it would have been a long night in the dark, cold alley with the weather. But she wasn’t ready to trust a random man who gave her raisins. No, she was no idiot. She would have to keep an eye on him, and even more so the silver box that was safely held in her right arm.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

@freedomliveson I'm all set, but thanks for the offer. I'll work on something asap.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

As the girl began to stumble, Victor caught her fall, expecting her to squirm right out of his grip as soon as she got her footing. But she didn’t. Her eyes traveled up to his and lingered there. What he saw in them, he thought, was just his imagination. He had possibly seen enough women to look at him like that where he was able to see that longing in any eyes. He was a pirate, a savage. Alice could not possibly want anything from him other than to be brought back home to find a noble man to marry – the opposite of Vic.

“We, uh,” he started as he propped her back up into a standing positions, “we should be getting back. I have to make sure everything is moving right along with the boys.” His eyes darted away from her and he headed for the trees that lead to the path in the field. Even if Alice did really look at him that way – he could not let her have those feelings for him. She was young, naïve, and was probably just infatuated by a lifestyle she was not privy to before being taken. Letting her mistake those feelings for anything other than what they were would be bad on Victor’s part. He had met these women before; they wanted a break from their boring life, their boring husband, their boring routine. But after they saw the real side of what being a pirate was, they ran for the hills.

He knew his feelings about her had changed since they had first met. He developed this strong urge to protect her constantly – maybe it was just the curse – and he knew he would not be able to keep to her safe much longer on the sea. It would be selfish on his end to have her there with him on the sea, where she could get hurt or killed. She belonged on the port with the high class society she came from, not with the likes of him.

After they had made their way back to the bustling downtown, Vic approached his men and made sure that everything was running smoothly. After a few laughs and jokes, Vic turned to Alice and forced a smile. “I have an errand to run. I shall not be long. When I come back we will pick something out for you, yeah?” He nodded and walked down the street again to go see George Smith to see if the letter they had been waiting for had finally arrived.