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β a simply stellar observation , accursed one , and one that could easily be turned on its head in this scenario . but iβm nothinβ if not a gentleman , at least at first... and seeinβ your condition up close , yeβve got precious little to lose dealinβ with mr . skin taker . β
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β Horrifically disfigured , and the stuff of nightmares. I take it you're not the most friendliest person around ? β
eventuallyβ¦
the ship was not small, but neither was it very big. its construction was haphazard at best, like a wreck that had been patched back together. anyone would have walked right past it, if it werenβt for the face on the bow, grinning uncannily up at the two.
the skin taker's jaws slowly slid into a chilling smile as he looked at the watch, nodding.
" ...an escape. yes, we can certainly provide that. "
he looked up, face returning to its usual blank expression. the strings tugged at his filthy bones as he bid mickey to follow him.
β no need, my friend. as i said, βtis my own fault. β
he gazed at the ground, as the gleam of the gold pocket watch suddenly caught his eye.
β would ye look at that. me ship oughta be here by now. β
// ever look back on an rp and realize that you completely fucked up your characterβs personality and you can never sleep again :)
β ah, not anymore. i was rescued, one day long agoβ¦ and subsequently bound to my new prison. the strings.
but in a way, youβre right, lad. i should have been down in hell with ye ages ago. instead, i find myself cursed to eternally sailβ¦ and sailβ¦ and sailβ¦ and sailβ¦ β
β ...the ocean. the ocean was my prison, and SHE was my jailor. could you imagine what it feels like? i couldnβt move, i couldnβt breathe, i couldnβt do anything... except hurt. i could feel the fish and the worms and the hooks and the nets tearing into me every
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godforsaken second i was trapped down there. but more importantly, i could still hate. and i swore that as long as i lived, i would hate. hate HER for what she did to me. hate myself for trusting her in the first place. hate this whole bloody world
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the skeleton let out a wheezy chuckle.
β once again, your powers of perception donβt disappoint, mouse. though iβm afraid they fall just short of the truth. me true prisonβs not self-made... though it may as well have been. it was me own fault anyway. β
βthink nothinβ of it, me lad. trust me, i know what itβs like to be bound to your own private hell. after all, we each have our own prisons.β
he gestures to the strings suspending him in place. but even so, his voice sounds oddly distantβ¦
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the skin taker calls out to him, his voice but a whisper in the cowboyβs mind.
β you there. what port is this? β
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