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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:12:39 GMT -5
James stumbled in to the cellars, slightly drunk, slightly stoned and more than angry. He tugged Richard along with him, although he knew that he didn't want to come.
But even admirals needed support "Ok where do I find the ghost man?"
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:14:29 GMT -5
Richard had developed the habit of blinking. A lot. It wasn't so much that he appeared to blink as it looked like he was taking extremely short naps while standing up.
"Awful thing. Depraved. Not sure."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:16:00 GMT -5
"Who would want to live in a place like this?" He said with a slight slur "A mad man would, yes a mad man, now what did she call him, Erik? That is what he is called, ERIK!" He screamed.
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:16:46 GMT -5
"LOOOOOOUD," Richard rasped, wincing.
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:18:17 GMT -5
"Please old boy, how is he suppose to hear me if I'm not loud?" Norrington knocked on the walls, scraping his hands, although no sound other than the echoing of their footsteps and the sound of water could be heard.
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:19:15 GMT -5
"Cellar thing. Door in the wall. Yes."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:20:07 GMT -5
"Door?" He began knocking on the walls until a hollow sound could be heard "There?" He pointed while slightly wobbling at the wall.
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:21:18 GMT -5
"Sounds like a wiiiiiiiner."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:22:12 GMT -5
James pushed on the wall and in to someplace strange, it wasn't a cellar anymore that was for sure. "Wow" he said with complete suprise "this place is big."
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 17:28:17 GMT -5
*Erik slid from the shadows and sent the noose of his Punjab Lasso around Norrington's neck. The cripple would be less of a problem, he figured.*
"WHY HAVE YOU BRAVED THE PHANTOM'S LAIR?"
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:29:30 GMT -5
"Why is everything so loud down-"
He frowned.
"I remember you. Vianne Blakeney's wake. We were... we were talking about the River Styx."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:30:35 GMT -5
James pulled on the noose, quickly taking the knife out of his boot he cut it, throwing it at the man that had attacked him "YOU!" James screamed.
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 17:31:57 GMT -5
*Erik blinked at Richard.*
"That's right. Hell of a place."
*The distraction had allowed Norrington to free himself.*
"Erik?"
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Post by Richard on Nov 5, 2007 17:32:46 GMT -5
"That was a long time ago," Richard muttered, oblivious. "Everything was different then..."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 5, 2007 17:33:12 GMT -5
"Erik" James seethed "you bastard, you vile bastard." If he could have he would have wobbled himself over and choked him, but his feet seemed glued to the spot and all the energy that he had left seemed to be gone.
"Where is she?"
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