Post by Nathan Connors on Feb 23, 2012 5:50:16 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, background-color: #221D36;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #564E77; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;][/style] [STYLE=border: 4px solid #564E77; height: 70px; width: 70px; margin-left: 125px; margin-top: -108px;][/style] [style=margin-top: -12px; margin-left: 125px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-right: 8px; text-align: center; color: #DAD6E8; text-shadow: 1px 1px 2px #564E77;]I think it's time to move on...[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 10px; margin-left: 213px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DAD6E8; padding: 10px; color: #0A090F; margin-top: -120px; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 10px; height: 52px; overflow: auto;]TAGS: Trace, Natsu NOTES: Black Rose Reborn[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #DAD6E8; padding: 17px; color: #0A090F; margin-top: 27px; margin-bottom: 2px; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 20px;] Nathan was not one to turn down help when it was offered, especially when you had... well, you know. A hole in your side. That tended to ruin weekends, and most definitely tended to make him a very angry person. Of course he was not angry with Mai, no she had only done what any sensible person would have done, in fact he would not have made it back to the ship any faster even if she wasn't there. One way or another, actually... instead of getting shot where it was not intended for her, they might have just aimed a little higher on his chest and ended him. When she handed him a bottle and told him to drink and take the edge off, he blinked several times. "Woah woah woah- FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!" The rest of the word could not of course come out of his mouth, what with having a bullet ripped from inside of his abdomen with tweezers. That, was definitely going to ruin his weekend. He had seen musket wounds before, and knew what was capable from them. Most people didn't survive them without good medical treatment, due to infection caused by bacteria on the musket ball. When it was finally out, even though he hated Rum in all of its entirety, he swigged back much of it to try and dull his nerves. While she patched him up, despite the sweat on his brow, he sighed. He knew that look in her eye as a look of what if I had not run into them, or some garbage like that. Closing his eyes with a frown, even as the patchwork job stained red with his blood, be pinched Mai's cheek. "Oi, none of that garbage." Just in how he said it, it was not hard to tell that Nathan could read that expression on her face. It was a pitiful, disgusting look... The look of self loathing, belief that if she had not gotten them involved he might not have gotten hurt. He had seen it a hundred times. A lot of guys on the yard had often wore those expressions when accidents caused someone to get seriously injured, and in one case, killed. "It happens. The guards were after 'Becca and I long before you showed up." He muttered, letting go of her cheek and lightly patting it a couple times. Giving her a smile and opening his near ice blue eyes, face only mildly contorted with pain thanks to the rum, he grinned. "Besides, what are Nakama for?" Why shouldn't they be? By now they would be in the next wanted posters out of Lyneel. Nathan had killed at least 5 city guards and stole a ship from his own shipyard, she killed a noble, and Rebecca was wanted by the government. Pirates probably? It would be easiest to write them all off just like that. "Rebecca? I think I need a doctor." He laughed, taking another drink of the rum. She had yet to see him, but he had a strange suspicion that he was in for a lecture the second she saw the hole in his abdomen... [/style][style=text-align: center; color: #DAD6E8; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: 0.8;]made by kiwii at btn and ote![/style] |