Optimist

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

He nodded. "If we dress her like a man, she might pass as one. We would need to scruff her face up, to hide her identity." He looked over the invalid with a critical eye. The clothing would have to be baggy. "i'll see what I can come up with. With that he turned and left.

He had to trade his own extra set of clothing to get the clothing he needed, plus a good pocket knife. The sailor he had traded with had been a little curious why he wanted the trade, and the pocket knife had bought his silence. He only hoped that the man would be good to his word and say nothing.

Two hours later, with the storm calming down, he returned with a new set of clothing. This set would fit her more loosely, hiding her curves. "This is the best I could do. How is she?" The baroness nodded. "As her yourself. She's awake.

"How are you miss?"

Harper's Haven

cool. If we get two others I will start the OOC.

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Roger shrugged. He had only heard the stories which had circulated. Some were flattering, making her out to be a Robin Hood of the seas, and others made her out to be a bloodthirsty pirate. Who knew which were the truth. Probably not half of what was said about her was true. "I know she's been plaguing shipping lines for four years now, assaulting English, French, Spanish and English ships, without regards to country of origin. I also know that the crown has place a bounty of two thousand crowns on her head." That was why she was a danger to them. To many people would be after her massive bounty.

When she was done sipping the water, Roger laid her head back down on the pillow and applied another wet cloth her forehead. "Are you feeling any better lass? It's two days until we reach Port Royale. I don't wish to see you expire before we reach shore." He felt protective of this woman, no matter what her history. Part of it was that she was a woman, and currently helpless, but the other part was gratitude for helping fight off their attackers.

The baroness looked on uncertainly. She was unsure how they were supposed to hide the woman once they got off the ship. Her face was plastered all over Port Royale, on wanted posters. If she could get her to her mansion, then there would be places to hide her.

One-on-One Adventures/Romance

Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly, Lavender Green

TAKEN

Bert MacDonald knew he would marry her the moment he saw her, from across the room. It was only a matter of convincing the girl of what was sure to happen. He had driven half way across the county to attend the barn dance. His Model-T Ford was parked outside and waiting to drive the girl home, if she would agree.

Bert was a slender lad of nineteen years, with slicked back brown hair and a new tan suit. He had fine, but handsome features and big green eyes. He was a student at a local college, studying agriculture. His family owned a farm, and he was expected to follow in his father's footsteps, but until his father, his parents wanted him to get an education.

The barn chosen for the dance was a traditional red barn on the Thompson farm. The floor was covered in straw and lights were strung up for the dance. Girls in colorful dresses and boys were already out dancing, doing the dance steps as instructed by the caller. A fiddler and a washtub bass player provided the music. The boys were dressed in suits or clean overalls and were all locals. Bert was the only one here not from this town, but he was to meet his cousin Sally at the dance. Mother had told him to be nice to her. Sally was a pleasant girl, but shy and a bit of a wallflower.

After spotting the girl of his dreams, dancing with another boy, he spotted his cousin, predictably sitting by herself near the refreshment table. She had pale yellow hair and a narrow face. She was dressed in a hand-me down dress from her older sister which was not flattering to her rather slender figure. He waved at her and grinned.

OOC: I am looking for one female to join me. This is a period piece.

Pages of Books - Life In A LIbrary [Reboot]

Good idea.

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Lady Wolfsbane? Here? My mind boggled. We certainly couldn't let the captain know who she was, or she would be taken back to port, to be hanged. She was no privateer, fighting for king and country, but a blood thirst and famous pirate, fighting for her own interests. Still, she had saved the live of the baroness, her ladies and much of the crew. I could not see her come to hard.

"Listen you two, your not to breath a word of this to anyone, do you understand?" I almost glared at the baroness and Bane. Bane, a dear friend, nodded. The baroness spoke quickly. "She saved my life. Her secret is safe with me." Nodding, i thanked them and then sat down next to the woman. "Here, try to take a drink.'' I lifted her head slightly and brought a cup to her lips. "Take is slowly, or you will choke."

Bane spoke again. "I better be getting back. We need all hands on deck." The baroness made no move to leave. I understood. It would not be proper to leave a single woman alone with a man, even if she was an infamous pirate.

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Roger crossed over and felt the woman's forehead. "Your right Baroness. She is not well. I'll try to get the doctor, but I am afraid that he is still busy tending to the wounded." He set his tray of food, and the extra clothing, down and hurried out the door.

Five minutes later he was back, with a disappointed look on his face. "He can't come. He's in surgery and has two more waiting. Maybe we should take the blanket off her." He crossed the room and removed the blanket from the woman. Next he took a bowl of cool water, and a rag, and wiped her heated forehead with it. "Do you think you can drink anything?" He asked the woman.

The baroness was a picturesque beauty with soft blonde hair, aristocratic features and was wearing a green dress. She looked as concerned for the strange woman and Mr. Hawthorne.

The ship was starting to toss slightly, as a storm built up. It couldn't have come at a worse time. With injured crew members still being treated, they were understaffed. Roger felt himself getting a bit sea sick and fought down the feeling. Now was not the time. This woman needed his care.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Randal couldn't help but notice what interesting things Natasha's figure did, when she leaned forwards and put her elbows on the counter. He had to force himself to stop looking. A gentleman simply did not stare.

Randal chuckled as he grabbed another Coke and set it on the counter along with the other. "I didn't say I was paying for your motor oil ma'am, just a Coke. Are you trying to take advantage of my good nature?" He pulled a few dollars out of his pocket for the Cokes and then stepped aside to allow Natasha to pay for her motor oil.

Once she had paid for her motor oil, Rosco held out her change. He grinned at her, from under the bill of his cap. "Randy here's as good as any a boy you'll find. Your in good hands with him." Randal sighed. He could see that there would be rumors around town in the morning. He would have to fend off questions from a series of sisters and aunties.

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Renee knew that the first law of law enforcement was never to give up your firearm. Knowing she was probably going to die, she decided to act. She lifted one foot and stomped on Mike's instep, even as she smashed her shotgun butt back into his stomach. He momentarily let go, and she ran forward, coughing, before turning around and firing both barrels at him. The shotgun sent both barrel through his chest, sending him backwards to crash into the wall and collapse.

She dropped the shotgun and drew her service revolver, as she stalked forward, pointing her gun down at his body. She knew he was dead, seeing as she could see all the way through his chest. She lifted the point of her gun, just as his dead eyes fluttered and he started to stand up. At the same time, something had crawled onto back and was in the process of chewing its way through her deputy's jacket.

Crimson Tide (MegaraFoxfire and I)

Roger looked up at Bane, from where he crouched beside the woman. Bane was a tall, muscular black man with a West Indies accent. He wore a white shirt, smeared with the blood of his enemies, and a pair of tight black breaches. He had always though Bane was a sensible sort, especially after living such a difficult life. Bane was the son of African slaves and had only been free himself in the last few years.

"Indeed, she must have come from the pirate ship. Either that or she is a stowaway, though I've never seen a simple stowaway fight like she did." Roger carefully worked his arms under her thighs and upper back, and then lifted her off the desk. "I'll take her to the cabin and make sure she is settled in. Go see if you can be of any help to the doctor." Bane nodded and trotted off along the deck.

Roger felt the muscles in his arms and back strain as he carried the woman. She weighed more than she look. He carried her below deck, and into the spare cabin. Once he had her laid in a bunk, he impersonally ran his hands over her, looking for wounds. Mostly she seemed half starved, and the blood was not her own. Satisfied that she just needed some sleep and a good meal, he covered her with a blanket and headed towards the door. He turned around for a moment. "I'll return with a wash basin, a change of clothing and something for you to eat. Your safe enough here, so stay put."

Over The Top Soap Opera

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/38295/posts/ooc?page=1

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