Nathan Connors
black rose pirates
LEVEL 1 shipwright[M:0:0:]
Well well well... what do we have here?
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Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 12, 2012 6:11:22 GMT -5
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Lately, Nathan had found himself looking out to sea more often than he meant to, and in this grungy place, everyone was starting to peg him as some kind of star gazer or something. He was not well known around town, but he was known as one of the more talented potential shipwrights. The locals knew him far better, since he ate and drank here, as well as got into one too many bar fights. "Hey pops, how goes the business here? Hear anything about my shipyard from any of the bosses that come by?" He was unable to keep himself form asking the question on peoples minds. The old man that ran the bar just continued to scrub the glasses, and serve the people who came here to drink their troubles away.
"I don't think you wanna hear it son... It ain't good."
Nathan merely shrugged. He knew it was gonna happen eventually, he had just hoped it would be handled with a little more warning. His was one of the smaller shipyards, serving fisherman and very small amounts of military, mostly because of the prices and because the larger, better shipyards were over-backed on work orders. "Guess there is nothing for it. Looks like I need to find myself a ship and leave Lyneel... try and find work or excitement elsewhere." Muttering his personal thoughts aloud, he never really expected those words to have any implications. Why should he? This place was filled with cut throats, hard up workers and people who are just plain tired. Who would care what he said and how he said it anyways...
Sighing gently, he picked up the mug of beer that he was brought, and took a long, hard drink from it. Sucking down the frothy beverage with several deep gulps before slamming the mug down on the table with a grunt. Maybe he was pissed... maybe agitated. What he did know was that shipyard was where he grew up, his fathers legacy. Even if it was never really his to own, the workers respected him and his late pops... It was a hit to his memory, that much was damn sure. "Assholes..." His hate for organized government was growing by the day it seemed. Those pirates seemed to have the right idea....
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Post by REBECCA D. HAWKINS on Feb 12, 2012 7:07:43 GMT -5
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The sky has been raining since morning by the time Rebecca made her way out of her hideout. She was hoping that today would be the day where her ship would be completed. That way she could finally leave this country and figure out a game plan on the open seas. Part of her didn’t want to leave her cherished people and the royal family. But the advisors had other plans for she learned something that she shouldn’t have. Therefore her life was now in constant danger. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to that but the people who wanted her to stay away from the royals have the man power to back it up. And even if she fought back she would be made into a criminal and executed. It was a complete defeat and the life she once had was now over. With nowhere else to go, it was a good time to check out her ship and bunk herself somewhere safe so she can finally rest.
By the time Rebecca finally reached the shipyard, she would soon realize that the man she was looking for was already gone. Her eyes looked back and forth in a frantic manor. She was clearly unstable and a wreck considering the mess her hair was in. Not to mention the black rings around her eyes as another sign. For the past several days, she spent her time hiding from her pursuers until they finally gave up. It was clear that they didn’t want her around the kingdom anymore. Considering the amount of life threatening tactics they used to try and get rid of her. But unfortunately Rebecca was a survivor and was always one step ahead of them. A once former captain of the royal guard and the youngest knight in history upon her thirteenth birthday was now reduced to being a washed up bum.
It would take her a moment of wandering the shipyard to finally realize where Nathan was located. If he wasn’t at the shipyard than more than likely he was at the bar. She needed someone to talk to as well as to get her ship they been working on for the past few months. If she was doomed to be an outcast from her hometown then she wouldn’t want to stick in it. The cold waters were making her shiver constantly to the point of wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She was trying to keep whatever warmth left in her body to keep herself moving. But the only feeling she could muster was emptiness and heartbreak. Eventually Rebecca would finally reach the street way towards the bar. A small yet desperate smile appeared upon her face. Her movement started to wobble as she walks forward. Slowly moving her right hand towards the bar itself in a hysterical manner. It wasn’t until finally that her legs would give out and she falls upon the ground near the bar entrance.
Staring at the cold floor, the life within her eyes was slowly fading. She should be glad that she is still alive right? So why did the pain in her heart only gotten worse the more she thinks about it. Using the last of her strength she punches the ground angrily in frustration. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Her entire world was crumbling and she was cast aside from her serene state of mind. It was sheer coincidence that the rain would pour during a time like this. She didn’t need the cold water brushing against her skin to remind her of her shame. There was a deep depth of despair flowing down her body. Slowly she falls back upon the ground, grinding her teeth as she tries to hold back the tears. Rebecca wanted to scream, she wanted to let it all out. All she could do at this point was scream. She screamed from the top of her lungs, practically making it through the roudyness of the bar. Slowly coming to terms with her fatigue as she was about to pass out.This was the hardest turning point of her life…but it was not the end.
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Nathan Connors
black rose pirates
LEVEL 1 shipwright[M:0:0:]
Well well well... what do we have here?
Posts: 9
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Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 12, 2012 7:37:40 GMT -5
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Pulling the door open, he looked outside to see the rain coming down hard, and the prone form of a woman on the ground. The outfit and the hair were a telltale indicator of just who it was. He had been working on a ship for her for some time now, in fact it was his only project on the shipyard currently. "Rebecca?!" Hearing her having let out the scream, he could finally place the voice. Kneeling down over her in the rain he sighed a little, before holding the side of his long red coat over her to keep the rain from pelting her. "What the hell happened? You look terrible woman." He muttered. Moving down beside her, he slid his arm under her waist and lifted, easily able to pick the woman up off of the ground. With a quick little bit of maneuvering he shifted her position so that he was holding her in a pseudo romantic style that most sappy knights held their princesses. Taking her back into the tavern like this was a bad idea, but he had a place close. The shipyard.
"Bare with me here. We need to get you off the street." He had no idea she had been to the shipyard to find him already, but it was the only place he could take her where no one could get to her. Just from looking at her, and what he knew of her, he knew that the only reason she would look this bad was because someone was out for her. Being who he was, you get to know a lot of people, and this... something was not right, lets just put it that way. It was a brief walk, coating him in a rather thick shine of cold as hell rain, but thankfully the wind was blowing at his back, and he kept Rebecca's head near his chest so that she would get pelted with as little of it as possible. "What the hell happened to you? I know you said you were having some problems last week, but..."
He shouldered his way into the foremans office and carried her inside, before taking her to a sofa to set her down.
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Post by REBECCA D. HAWKINS on Feb 12, 2012 14:08:35 GMT -5
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What seem like an eternity to Rebecca it was actually just a few minutes, thus further generating the feeling uselessness. She would soon finally stop screaming in anguish mainly due to it was hurting her voice and sapping her of little strength. It hurt too much to continue like this. Everything was going silent for Rebecca as her sapphire blue eyes start to dull out and become doll like. She was lucky enough to be position in a pose that would keep anyone from taking a look up her skirt unless they force it. But jokes on them considering she wears hot pants underneath them. However, if someone was to come and find her it wasn’t like she had the strength to fight them so all is fair game. Slowly she tries to pull herself up with her elbows. The wet and cold water was not helping but only adding in to her struggles. As she struggles and tries to summon her strength she quickly slips upon the water puddle. After a few more attempts she found herself falling back against her chest on the cold street floor. It was no use, her strength was disappearing and this was only wasting it. Not to mention she was losing her will to live.
Not one would blame her with what she had been going through the past month. But this was just unbearable. Would no one really come to the woman’s aid? And even if they did, how can she be sure that they weren’t achieving their selfish desires. Her eyes slowly start to close as she was about to accept her fate. She didn’t care what happened to her anymore. To Rebecca, everything she cared for was forever lost to her and she might as well be dead. But before she would drift off into the darkness a voice would call out to her. It was ringing in her ear constantly. Not to mention the rain was no longer pelting her and generating more despair. As she turns her head and finally makes a response, she would notice that it was the shipwright Nathan coming to her rescue. It was too tiring for her to talk the way she was. So instead she just held close to Nathan’s back. He could feel her trembling, knowing that she was truly frighten and lost by the time she would finally lose consciousness.
Eventually she would reawaken to the warm feeling of Nathan’s body. She was still being shielded by the cold but she just felt sick. Killing those who came to end her life was not that much of a problem for Rebecca had it been any other day. However, it was who was sending them to her that was really getting to her. Her resolve and will was pushed beyond her physical limits. If she was fighting any other enemy she would refuse to give up. But this enemy represented everything she cared for and protected. So you can understand why she felt so betrayed just for wanting to protect them and knowing too much. She just opens her eyes halfway and looks up to Nathan before back down to the ground. ” Well those problems just skyrocketed. I’m not a captain anymore…and I have people trying to kill me. Hoping to either do the job or force me to leave the count-“ Before she could finish her sentence a soreness in her throat stopped her. She needed some water and pill to keep her body from getting a fever soon. [/style] |
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Nathan Connors
black rose pirates
LEVEL 1 shipwright[M:0:0:]
Well well well... what do we have here?
Posts: 9
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Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 12, 2012 14:53:00 GMT -5
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Luckily for them the fireplace in the foreman's building was always roaring with life, especially since Nathan lived here. Taking off his long red coat, and soon to follow his shirt, he put on one of the spares he kept around for stuff like this, dealing with the soggy pants for the moment. The leather material he wore over them while wood working kept most of the rain from getting them soaked. "Sounds like you got it rough..." He muttered, sitting on a chair in front of the sofa, his arms resting over the back since he was sitting on it backwards, facing her. The world seemed to be going to hell in a handbasket for a lot of people he knew today, but none really seemed as bad as what she was going through. Her own country was rebelling against her just because she knew something she didn't even necessarily want to know...
"Well no one is killing you so long as I am around. If they try they aren't walking away." As serious as he was about taking someones life, it became a little odd to him, though he did not really show it. When did he really start resolving to rebel against authority? "In any case, get comfortable.... We need to dry your clothes and wait for this rain to stop. If leaving the country will keep you safe, then we get you outta here."
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Post by REBECCA D. HAWKINS on Feb 12, 2012 15:35:07 GMT -5
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As they finally reached Nathan’s safe point, Rebecca slowly pulls herself off from his arm and just looks around. Even though she wasn’t feeling like herself right at the moment it was still nice to have some sort of peace. She waited patiently for the shipwright once he went off to get some pills. It was obvious that she was about to catch a fever given how red her cheeks were getting. Not to mention that she felt a bit stiffly from the rain pelting her for so long. While she waits she went to look around and touch some of the stuff in the main room. It was a nice little spot considering the conditions of his office. But she wouldn’t have to wait long as she hears him coming back. So she places everything she was holding back on to the table her turns her body back to him. She makes her way towards Nathan while noticing that he was holding the pills and a blanket as they meet at the sofa. Not heisting to take the pills and pop them down with the glass of water. Waiting for them to do the work as was capable of talking again.
Hearing Nathan telling her to get dressed up made her laugh lightly. She was thinking of something inappropriate to say but it was too serious to really point out. Instead she would just nod and takes the cover from him and looking back at her wet clothing. He had a point; there was no reason for her to continue wearing wet cold especially when recovering from a fever. Without warning she slowly starts to set the cover back on to the sofa. Next, she begins to start move towards taking her white coat off and stripping her boots and socks off. What came next were her red scarf and blue knuckle fingerless gloves and black sleeves. Afterwards, she finally attends to her tan sleeveless tanktop and miniskirt and short shorts. She was now down to wearing only her scarlet red satan demi cup bra and side tide satan panties. Normally any girl wouldn’t have change in front of a man and stripe themselves down to their underwear. However, Rebecca didn’t sweat the big stuff and it wasn’t like she was endangering herself of perverse actions. Now undressed she slowly hands her clothing to Nathan before moving to the sofa.
”You don’t know the half of it…but I suppose one would say at least you’re still alive. But honestly I’m not so sure anymore. “ She was questioning everything she believed in, everything she was considered to be her daily life. All of that was now gone and there was nothing to go back to. She didn’t have a family considering that her father died in his duty. Not to mention that her mother had gotten sick and died almost a decade after. The only other person she had in her life was her aunt but she abandoned her in an orphanage. And there wasn’t like there was another family member she knew except for one. But the chances of finding them were slim to none. And she didn’t want to drag them with her problems. Back in reality she went to wrap the covers over her half naked body and resuming sitting on the sofa. She was trying to recover her heat and think of a plan.
”Would you really fight hired assassins for someone like me? If they see you with me they might consider you to be a problem. Even if I didn’t tell you anything, I’m sure that they wouldn’t take any chances in silencing any problems. But leaving the country is for the best rather than dealing with the possible death attacks.” It wasn’t that she didn’t mind or want his help. It was just that she didn’t want anyone to follow her and go down with her. It was her mistake, her fault and she was going to take care of it. But even she needed some time to recover before she would leave the country. ”I suppose I can’t have any drinks since I took medicine huh?”
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Nathan Connors
black rose pirates
LEVEL 1 shipwright[M:0:0:]
Well well well... what do we have here?
Posts: 9
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Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 12, 2012 16:13:22 GMT -5
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It was a simple question, to which he had a simple answer. Standing up after finding himself tired of sitting still, he walked over to the window, which was being pelted with the wind and hard rain. "The government here is closing down dock 47. We are getting laid off come next week because the marines started paying Lyneel for almost exclusive use of their better shipyards." He said lightly, putting his arms behind his back and holding his left wrist with his right hand. "Fifty seven years of service to Lyneel, my father, my grandfather, all shipwrights, and they sell out the shipyard after it has been here for so long."
Turning back to her, he shrugged, and stuffed his hands into his pockets, pulling out a pair of fingerless black gloves and sliding them on. The country was not the ones rejecting its citizens, its royalty was, exclusively. "You are as much alive as I am. Even though this is my life, my passion, well... I hate to say it Rebecca, but like I am doing, I think it's time to let go..." His words were heavy, showing that even he was not entirely convinced it was the right thing to do. He could fight the government in its offices, destroy the officials with letters from all the workers and protests of being closed off, but in the end, what good would it do besides cause people unnecessary grief?
"You gave this country everything you had and more. Dedicated your life to it, and look how you are being repaid for that honorable service. You don't owe them anything... You are too good a person for that kind of treatment. So to answer your question more directly, yes. I would beat the ever living shit out of the first person to look at you funny let alone try and kill you. Why? Because I respect you."
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Post by REBECCA D. HAWKINS on Feb 12, 2012 17:04:00 GMT -5
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Rebecca huddles her legs upwards towards her face as she then wraps her arms around them underneath the covers. The medicine was doing her wonders as it took care of her upcoming fever before it got serious. So at the very least she could think a bit more clearly like before. There was only doubt in her mind as she couldn’t come to terms with herself. If that wasn’t enough, hearing Nathan call her a friend was only making it hurt more for Rebecca. She didn’t think she did anything noteworthy of being a friend. Let alone being worth it for someone to kill for her. It was her mistake and she didn’t want to drag anyone into her mess. She should be used to being alone before she became a knight. So naturally it shouldn’t be so hard to make due again. But for Rebecca to have lost something than to never have it in the first place was far more painful.
She turns her head towards Nathan and simply watches him walk towards the window. She listens closely to his story without making any interruptions. It seems like in a way he was in the exact boat as Rebecca. Well if you took out the part of having assassins coming after you left and right. ”It must be something hard to reflect upon. To have all that history and bond only to be broken down by efficiency and greed…now that is a low blow right there. “ she reflected upon his words, showing signs of sympathy. It was more likely the advisors work rather than the royal family. Or at least that’s what she wanted to believe. She didn’t want to think at the possibility that the people she been protecting for so long and was practically her family was betraying her.
Soon she lowers her eyes back upon the ground and turning her head back from Nathan. How could he say that she was just as alive as he was? Rebecca felt practically nothing inside of her, not even her livelihood. She was still consumed with too much despair and guilt to really bounce back from this. But as she listens to the shipwrights words he would say something that she didn’t want to do. Her mind was drawing a blank and left her body lifeless and unmoving. Preposterous, there was no way she can just let it go and forget almost two decades of her life. She couldn’t severe the bonds she had becoming a knight. She wanted to run away from the truth and pretend that everything was normal. But deep in her heart she knew that she had to face reality. And something was starting to snap upon her the more she thought about it. Like a raging inferno of hate and anger was building up inside of her.
” You want me to throw it all away. To leave everything I worked for behind just to survive. What is there to fight anymore when you lost everything? I-I don’t want to go back to how it was when I was a child. I had to struggle and fight my way through it all. Everyone doubted I could make it. Always pushing me beyond my limits and it never got to me, I prove them all wrong. I made it as a knight and made my way to the top. I wanted to prove…that I was not worth abandoning. How can I give something up if I never had anything to begin with? You’re right that I don’t owe them anything and that I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve anything of this!!!” Rebecca begins to shout as she rises up from the sofa. Tears started to flow down her eyes as she begins to make a mess. She was clearly torn in more ways than one. She went on to make constant screaming and rambling as she kicks the sofa down. She was taking deep breaths as she stares at the rain and tries to talk.
” So why should I have to give up everything!! Why must all of this happen to me? …I don’t know what I should be fighting for anymore. All I that I have done was survived and fight. People say that I’m strong…stronger than any other person they know. But I’m not strong…I just had nothing to lose. I was too stubborn to die…nothing more. “ And with that her legs slowly gave as she drops onto her legs and begin to laugh slightly. Lowering her head in self pity and resentment, she didn’t know what she was going to do and all that pent up emotion was getting to her. She went to punching the ground repeatedly in sadness and anger. The tears overflow like that of a river as she punches more and more. Her mind was telling her not to cry or to think logically for a solution. However, her body was moving on its own and following her heart instead.
” You should save your friendship and respect for someone else. I’m just a stray dog. Always alone and wandering without a purpose. She’s someone who finds someone or something worth protecting and becomes loyal towards it if only not to be alone anymore. She gets a bit nosey or too dangerous to keep around and they kick her to the curve and try to put the dog out. I’m okay with dying…but tell me…if I’m so okay with giving up my life. Then…why do I keep fighting…why do I keep surviving and struggling rather than just letting myself die!!”
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Nathan Connors
black rose pirates
LEVEL 1 shipwright[M:0:0:]
Well well well... what do we have here?
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Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 12, 2012 17:26:00 GMT -5
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Sighing softly, he made sure she could not hide from his stare. Even if she averted her eyes, she would still see his face. "Already talking like they beat you. Why the fuck would you wanna die? Because shit got rough again? Give me a break. This is NOT you!" He kept his voice down in case anyone was out and about, thunder booming along with the light from a few flashes of lightning coming through the windows. Giving in to the situation a little he leaned forward and pulled the slightly younger and highly vulnerable woman into his chest, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Every bit the charmer, Nathan threw it all to the side for a real set of emotions. There was no hidden intent in this, none whatsoever, but she needed to calm down, and she needed to know that there was comfort, she just had to grasp onto it through the darkness.
"You know what the last words my old man said to me and the rest of our family on the shipyard said? Life is unfair, unkind, and will punch you in the face at every convenience..." He muttered, his words heavy, but there was a bit of a smile on his face. Pulling back a little, he pat Rebecca on the head again, and looked her right in the face before taking her left wrist in his right hand. "So when it does, you punch it RIGHT the fuck back. No one ever made anything of themselves easily. You got a long life to live, and just because something terrible might happen to make it seem like it is ending, only you can decide when it is over.. No one else can take that choice from you."
Sitting down on the floor, he looked at her long and hard, little more than arms reach away from her now, with his elbow on his knee. "So you get your ass back up, and you live. You live your damnedest until your last breath, so you can shove it back in their faces from the other side. Those were his last words to me right before he died. You ain't alone, you have a friend, and ya know what? If you gotta leave this shit hole to live, get away from the people who are hurting your heart, I got the means to do it. And I will only give it to someone I respect. So far, you are the only one alive that I do. And I don't say that lightly."
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Post by REBECCA D. HAWKINS on Feb 12, 2012 18:45:55 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #cfcfcf;-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 25px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; border-top-left-radius: 25px; border-top-right-radius: 25px,btable][STYLE=width: 430px; height: 225px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/l6wpL.png) no-repeat;-webkit-border-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius: 25px; border-radius: 25px; margin-left: 9px; margin-top: 8px][/style][STYLE=background: #cfcfcf; font: normal 20px arial narrow; text-align: right; color: #a6a6a6; padding-right: 20px; margin-top: -35px]"Racing to wonderland, never stopping or looking back."[/style][STYLE=font: normal 12px helvetica; text-align: right; padding-right: 9px; color: # 6a6a6a; margin-top: -15px][/style][STYLE=padding: 10px] [/style] | [STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Rebecca was continuing to punch the ground repeatedly in a fit of anger. She didn’t care if she damages her hand or the room around her. She didn’t care about anything at this point. Her eyes glared with rage but also self pity and hatred as she heads down the path towards her own destruction. Rebecca quickly grinds her teeth in irritation and frustration. This clearly was not the same Rebecca what everyone knew. She didn’t expect any answers from Nathan. Hell she even started to not notice him with how deep she was sinking into her own hatred. Within the back of her mind it seem like the darkness was blocking her every path and submerging her into its dark waters. Drifting away into the endless abyss and at this rate she wasn’t coming back.
However, with a regretful scream she attempts to break the floor completely and everything around her. That was until she got a slap to the face thus stopping her rampage. It didn’t necessarily hurt her as you have a better chance by throwing a punch to her. But it made her aware of Nathan again as he speaks. She slightly turns her sapphire blue eyes at the punch marks she was leaving on the floor. Having his hand upon her deep pink hair only made things more humiliating for Rebecca. Slowly looking upwards intensely with his eyes and clinching her fingers with great intensity. The only thing that was holding her back from throwing a punch to the face was her heart. The lighting flash quickly calmed her down for the moment as she gave a look of shock as she was given a hugged. She was completely paralyzed by this and was forced to listen to more of his words.
She lowers her eyes back down upon the floor, not wanting to let Nathan see the pathetic look on her face. The cover was lying on the floor thus leaving her back to being half naked. Though, it didn’t necessarily matter all that much with the current situation. Her head tilts upward from the pat, leaving her to stare at the smile on his face. With her eyes quickly widening and tearing up she proceeds to cry on Nathan’s chest and let it all out. All she could do at that moment was cry. Cry until she couldn’t cry anymore and was sick of it. There was only two times when she ever cried like this. The first time was with her parents dying and the second one was obviously now. Once she finally let everything out of her she proceeds to slouch back down to the ground. Rebecca now was looking downwards to only herself as she wipes the tears from her eyes and reaches for the cover.
With a small smile on her face she slowly gets back up from the ground. ”You talk too much Nathan. I already known all of that the moment you slapped me on the face. But telling you were right would be just a waste of time. If you respect me that much then I can’t afford to show you such a lame scene of me.” she slowly wipes her nose with her index finger as she looks down at the white haired male. Soon she was walking towards the window again to place her hands on her hips. ” I’ll find a reason to keep moving forward out there. Dying is not my style after all. Just got to start from scratch and rebuild. So are you really sure you want to leave this stray dog a ship? I can always run away and not come back to pay you back for it.” She replies, turning her head to tease Nathan with a devilish smirk on her face. One thing for certain, the old Rebecca was back now.
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