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We should be pirates.

Molly laughed a little and sat back on her heels, releasing his arms, but remaining on top of him. She pushed her hair out of her face a little and smiled, "I suppose you are right. I feel as though pirates rarely are fair. Trading tends to be, I take everything, you keep your head."

She smirked a bit at her own joke and looked down at him. After a moment, she realized that when he hit the ground, he probably hit his head. She leaned forward again, "Are you okay?"

Gingerly, she lifted his head off the deck and inspected it, while still sitting on him. She pursed her lips, "No blood. I'm going to assume that that means you'll recover," She lowered his head back down and grinned, "I think you need to fight a little dirtier, Archibald."

We should be pirates.

Molly laughed a little and nodded. She thought, if this were any other man they'd probably called it quits. She grinned and got back into position. She remembered her dad attempting to teach her to fight once. Although, they were mainly self defense and didn't really stick with her. She hadn't really needed them. She dodged around Archie's fists and managed to hook her foot around his and pull it out from under him. He didn't seem entirely grounded in his stance, the way he was bouncing around. Molly smirked as he hit the deck. She quickly climbed on top of him, pinning him to the ground. She leaned over him, still smiling, "Sorry. My dad always taught me to fight dirty."

We should be pirates.

Molly nodded when he told her that there didn't seem to be anything too wrong with he stance. He then continued on to give her instruction. She gave another nod before he started his 'attack'. She felt like she did well for the most part. She managed to dodge most the hits that he threw at her but her own hits, even she even managed to land them, were weak and a little awkward. Not to mention, this was a lot different that avoiding brawls at the bar. She wasn't used to all the punches being thrown at her. It wasn't long after that he managed to get her in the jaw. She stumbled back a little, not having expected it, her hand raising to her cheek. She looked at him and instantly held up her free hand, "Don't say what you are about to say. I'm fine."

Vampire Academy

Name: Serena Abatangelo
Gender: Female
Race: Dhampir
Age: 17
Ward: Unknown
Description:
5'2, has multiple scars on her neck.
Personality: Serena is quiet and tends to keep more to herself. This is mainly due to fear of people figuring out what Moroi men did and what she allowed them to do her. She is shaky and tends to be a little jumpy, although, some of this might very well be from the withdrawal that she is now going through.
Background: Born and raised in a Dhampir commune, Serena had a... difficult childhood. Her mother was young when she had her, Serena was clearly a mistake. Her mother was a blood whore, through and through, and Serena could never really get over that. Although, that could have been due to the fact that from a young age her mother allowed her Moroi father to drink from her. Well, maybe she didn't let him but she surely didn't stop him either. Nor did she stop anyone else. Realizing her own addiction and seeing the women around her, who had practically come dependent one the endorphins from Moroi bites, Serena decided it was time to leave.

Although, she attended a school not far from the commune year round, Serena applied to St. Vladimir's. She felt as though this was the one way to escape the only future she saw for herself. She still bares the scars from her years at the commune and hides them under her long brown hair. Now, she intends to keep her secret while training to be a guardian as an escape... For now.

For Moroi....
Name: Rae Costa
Gender: Male
Race: Moroi
Age: 17
Guardian: Unknown
Element: Fire
Unique Abilities: Some basic fire attacks.
Description:
Personality: Rae is a wild guy and very much a royal. He isn't always the nicest to though he deems below him, non-royals, dhampirs, humans. Of course, if you're royal or if he just takes interest in you, he can be quite charming. He's a bit of a hot head with a short fuse although, he tries to keep calm, emphasis on tries.
Background: Rae has had a wonderful life. All his life, he's gotten what he wanted or needed. Waited on, hand and foot. Life was never rough for Rae. Although, due to this charmed existence, he is a bit of an ass. Due to never having to endure hardship, he doesn't really know what it is like. He looks down his nose on almost everyone. To him, your last name is a big deal. Despite his snobbery, he is quite popular and seems to attract the ladies. But what can he say? He does have rock hard abs, oh yeah.

End or no end

Elliot stirred in Jacob's arms. She was mostly dry now, although, it was still noticeable that the bed was still wet. She smiled softly, remembering what had happened. She wondered what time it was. She hadn't had any nightmares, so she hoped she got a few hours of sleep in. She slipped out of Jacob's hold, as the slightly wet sheets started to bother her, and grabbed one of his t-shirts and pulled it on over herself before climbing back in.

She watched him as he slept and bit her lip. Maybe she should tell him what Kyle said... It wasn't like anything happened... Kyle... Thinking back now, how many times had she opened the door in just a towel or one of Jacob's shirts. She felt horrible, how much had she accidentally tortured him. Not to mention, when she wasn't staying in Jacob's room, the amount of times he must have seen her sneak out after a long night. She sighed, she felt bad for the guy... She made a note to wear more pants when answering doors... Although, it was hardly her fault that she was confident person. She shook her head and curled back up to Jacob.

We should be pirates.

Molly looked at him when he asked her what she knew about fighting. She made a face, she had never actually been in fight. The ladies on the island tended to do battle with words, not fists. Although, she had worked for a short period as a bar maid and got pretty good at dodging the odd fist. A couple times, she had gotten hit, sometimes, she'd throw herself at them. Something about hitting a girl they didn't intend to fight, always made the men forget about what they were doing. She made a fist with her hands and widened her stance slightly... Beyond that, she didn't know much. She laughed and shook her head, "I don't know how fight..."

We should be pirates.

Molly giggled when Archie yelled off after her, doing as she assumed her would. She looked at him when he came up onto the upper deck and leaned on the wheel. She nodded when he suggested they get the men to practice fighting, "Wise.... You could get around to teaching me a few things while they do too," She glanced out onto the lower ship, "I just hope they know enough about fighting that they won't learn any bad habits... Last thing we need is practicing being our downfall."

She leaned back against her barrel and fell deep into thought. She wasn't there too long before she looked at Archie, "Well, Archibald, care to teach me to fight like a man?"

We should be pirates.

Molly laughed and nodded, "I'll try to remember to ask."

She leaned on the railing and watched as the fog started to dissipate. She stepped back from the railing and stretched, "I wonder if your charisma has worn off any of your men now that they've had a good night sleep," She grinned and gave him a wink, sure that he would probably would insist that he wasn't charismatic.

She walked up to the wheel, her barrel still sitting next to it, and looked at the map. She pursed her lips, Archie had said it would be about a week before they hit mainland. She hoped they didn't come across any ships, she wasn't sure they'd be able to put up a proper fight. Not yet, at least.

We should be pirates.

Molly looked toward Archibald when he stepped out onto the deck. She smiled at him, "Well, don't you look like a right captain."

She grinned then looked at her own clothes, they were the same from the day before. Sadly, it was very unlikely that there was a woman on ship, unless she happened to be the merchant's daughter. Which meant that other than the possible fine dress, there wasn't anything really for Molly to wear. She decided that she would go and look through all the rooms once everyone was a wake, maybe there was a particularly small man and a large breasted man on the ship. She laughed a little at the thought and looked back over the ocean. She loved the scent of the salt water, "Starting to regret anything yet?"

We should be pirates.

Molly woke the next morning to the sunlight coming through her window. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. Sitting up, she pulled on her shoes and looked around. She had almost forget where she was. She grinned and stood, walking out onto the deck. The ocean seemed to have an early morning fog, which gave the empty deck an eerie feeling. Molly just smiled though, she found it all rather peaceful as the sun broke through the fog. Standing in the light's rays, she leaned against the railing and turned her face up and toward it, feeling the warmth of the sun.