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Post by chibi on Oct 31, 2011 8:59:53 GMT -5
Elizabeta’s boots clicked against the wood of the corridor, her back straight as the report from one of the younger boys ran through her head for the umpteenth time. She had been down in their liquor storage with a few other men, about to open a prized bottle of Hungarian wine, when the boy had burst into the room and spouted a flow of English gibberish – but the Hungarian was able to pick through the words and pick up on the anxiety stemming from Arthur’s unusual behavior.
Had their captain gone mad? Elizabeta felt concerned, and curious, about the possible cause of this. She couldn’t remember if he had ever made such a ruckus before. And completely sober, as well. The boy had been certain that the Englishman wasn’t drunk.
She frowned, her lips thinning. As far as she knew (she could safely say that she knew him far better than anyone else on this ship, as the two had practically grown up together), Arthur really only reacted in this over the top way when it came to capturing a rival ship. But locking himself in his cabin and refusing to come out? Without a sign of Alfred? Now that concerned her.
Still holding that wine from her home country in her hand, Elizabeta emerged onto the top deck amid the familiar shouts of the crew. She paused for barely a moment to shield her eyes from the sun, allowing her eyes to adjust before moving forward again purposefully.
She made a straight line towards Arthur’s cabin, intending to demand answers from her long-time friend (and perhaps shaking him into sanity once again), as a teenager fell into step beside her. He mentioned that the Englishman had made no sort of movement to emerge from his quarters, no matter what was said by the various crew members, and Elizabeta frowned.
Waving him away with an order pitched in a low voice, the Hungarian rapped against the wooden door. “Arthur?” she called out, leaning in to see if she could possibly hear him. “Would you let me in? I have wine.” She paused for a moment, searching for something else to say. “You know what will happen if you don’t let me in.” She was only half-joking, but Arthur knew what she was capable of. Elizabeta was easily able to break through the door as a last resort. She’d just have to wait.
[Sorry for taking so long! School sucked me in ;n; Hope this is okay <3 And sorry for the lame title OTL]
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Oct 31, 2011 17:58:27 GMT -5
It wasn't any wonder that the crew had reacted with such astoundness. Arthur was collectively known as a calm, collected man. Someone who just smirked and let things go, who was incredible at wearing a mask.
But when he had disappeared first thing that morning, and it was just as the rest of the crew started to notice that Alfred was also absent, did Arthur return, storming through everyone, whacking someone in the face, and shoving people out of the way to get to his cabin. He'd reached his cabin, slammed it, and locked himself him. He'd refused to let anyone else in. He hadn't listened to a word his crew had spoken through the door, too caught up in himself.
He's gone.
Arthur curled up tighter on himself when he heard the more feminine tone of Elizabeta speak through the door. He shook. It didn't matter how close he was. Couldn't he get that he didn't want to see anyone.
Curling up further under his desk, his voice choked out, stubborn, yet broken, at the same time. "NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
His door wasn't that strong in the first place, it was just that most of the crew knew better than to force their way through, even if one good kick to the handle would just swing it open like someone had opened it. He knew in the back of his mind Eliza would not leave him be. He didn't particularly care.
He hugged his knees to himself, and he trembled, tear stained.
Gone gone gone.
He was so stupid...
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Post by chibi on Nov 24, 2011 3:02:42 GMT -5
Elizabeta frowned as she finally heard Arthur’s muffled response through the wood of the door, tapping her toe against the underside of it as she debated on what to do. She was hesitating, the despair in her captain’s voice making her think twice about bothering him…but she just couldn’t allow him to wallow in this dark mood. She knew how he could get, and knew very well that if she didn’t interrupt he would stay in his cabin for days.
She straightened her back as she came to a decision, shoving the bottle of wine into the chest of one of the men – she didn’t see who it was, but she ignored him – and she shifted her feet. “Arthur, I’m giving you one last chance,” she said, not expecting a response this time.
The Hungarian nodded to herself as she heard no movement inside the cabin, and shifted once before she quickly slammed the heel of her boot against the handle of the door, knocking it open. Barely hearing the stuttered protests from the crew member, Elizabeta snatched the wine bottle back and marched straight inside the dark room.
Sweeping an emerald gaze over the furnishings and not seeing the Englishman, Elizabeta clucked her tongue and set the wine down on the nearest flat surface. She nudged the door closed with her foot, not allowing anyone else inside with a sharp shake of her head. “Kapitány, are you going to come out or do I have to do so? I’m here to listen, you know.”
[Sorry again for being so late @___@; School is awful ||orz]
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 24, 2011 17:46:02 GMT -5
As Elizabeta kicks the door open and enters, speaking, for one instance he forgets about his guilt and loss and sadness and rage overtakes him, giving away his position completely.
"HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY CABIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION MISS H---" He's cut off as he lifts his head as though to stand, and rather than standing up he hits his head straight on the underneath of the desk. That quietens him, and he whimpers, curling on himself underneath the desk. His rage staunched, his heartbrokenness back and with a banging headache to go with it. Great. Bloody Great.
Arthur decides to turn into a nine year old.
"G-Go away Eliza get out get out I don't want to see anyone go away---"
His voice cracks horribly, and he hides his head away in his knees. His shoulders tense.
Great.
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Post by chibi on Nov 25, 2011 4:42:53 GMT -5
“You honestly think that’s going to work, Arthur?” Elizabeta shook her head, having to repress a faint laugh at the childishness of her captain as his hiding spot was revealed. It was endearing, and rather sad, in a way. Her boots clacked against wood as she stepped over to his desk, rapping her knuckles on the top once as if in warning before kneeling down behind it.
She stared at the Englishman for a long moment, emerald eyes gauging the sorrow she could see in the set of his shoulders and the way he was curled up into a ball. Elizabeta frowned slightly, feeling concern fill her chest as she wondered what could have possibly happened. And where the hell was Alfred? That boy was going to receive a stern lecture for doing this to Arthur if he ever bothered to show up, her protectiveness over the other flaring up hotly.
“I’m not leaving, Arthur,” she said, before he could speak. “There is nothing you can say that will change my mind.” The Hungarian was the right-hand woman; it was up to her to make sure that her captain was all right, and she was stubborn enough to stay by his side no matter what – even if he yelled for her to go away. She knew him far too well for anyone else to comfort him. “I don’t care if you punish me.”
Elizabeta tilted her head, enough so that a loose strand of auburn-brown hair fell against her cheek as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the ground. Facing the Englishman full-on now, she offered a warm smile for him in case he looked up at her, making sure to pitch her tone in a soft and gentle voice. “Did something happen, szemöldök? You know you can tell me anything.”
Szemöldök = eyebrows (I can imagine this would be a sort of affectionate nickname xD)
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 25, 2011 18:24:30 GMT -5
Arthur stares up at the other for a few lingering moments, before he refuses to let them gain eye contact and looks away, shoulders tensing up even further. He retracts back as far back into the desk as he can.
"H-Hn--"
His lip quivers, and his eyes moisten.
"A-Alfred---G-Gone---"
The heartbreak is reminded in the largest possible way. It hits him like a gouging pain.
"G-Gone a-and n-not c-coming b-back---"
He bursts into tears, burying his head against his knees. The one thing he'd ever thought that looked up to him and loved him and wanted to learn from him... had just... left him.
Life really wasn't worth it. What was the point when everyone leaves him?
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Post by chibi on Nov 26, 2011 4:42:35 GMT -5
Elizabeta’s eyes widened at that, surprised. So that explained Alfred’s disappearance. She frowned in disapproval, intent on hunting down that boy and whipping him back into shape without mercy for allowing this to happen. The woman sat back slightly, contemplating for a moment as her eyes slid back over the door. But she would have to deal with that later, after making sure Arthur was all right.
The concern and protectiveness that radiated within her increased tenfold as Elizabeta witnessed her captain break down completely in front of her and start to cry, even if he tried to hide his face. She felt her heart twist in her chest, wanting so badly to reach out and give him reassurance that she wouldn’t leave him, no matter what happened. Her loyalty to him was far too strong for her to just simply walk away, as Alfred had apparently done.
“Shh,” she murmured softly, taking a chance and gently placing her hand on top of his head, fingers threading through the golden strands in a familiar way. “I’m here, Arthur. I’m here.” Elizabeta shifted her body forward, crawling into the space underneath the desk and folding her limbs into a comfortable position beside the Englishman.
“I won’t leave.” The Hungarian woman’s hands shifted to take hold of Arthur’s shoulders, hugging him tightly. “Megígérem.”
Megígérem = I promise
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Nov 27, 2011 12:24:10 GMT -5
Arthur remained in his position, whimpering and sobbing into his knees. He shook his head, tightly.
"F-Fucking gone---- H-Hate it----"
He doesn't really hear Eliza, too busy in his own grief. He thought he liked him. He tried so hard with him...
He sniffs.
"It's stupid." He cries. He's a pirate. Captain. Ruthless. He shouldn't be in such a state over a mere boy, of all things.
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Post by chibi on Dec 3, 2011 6:40:02 GMT -5
Elizabeta half wanted to just pinch Arthur, in order to snap him out of this – but she knew that wouldn’t be the best thing to do. Perhaps she would try later to get him out of this mindset, once he was calm and had some booze in his system. She was worried about him, about this unusual behavior. There was a surge of annoyance towards the American boy who had caused such grief within their captain.
If she ever saw him again, she was going to shoot him where he stood.
Her lips thinned in brief irritation, but she turned her attention back to the Englishman. The woman pulled him closer to her, fingers threading through his hair. “Shh…shh, Arthur…it’s not stupid…I’m here…I’m here…you’re stronger than this, szemöldök…”
szemöldök = eyebrows
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Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Dec 12, 2011 12:31:28 GMT -5
As he speaks, his voice sounds pathetic; weak, frail.
"... No.. no I'm not...."
He tenses up, whimpering like the innocent, fourteen year old boy he was when he first arrived on the ship. After a moment, however, he lifts his head, eyes bleary. He suddenly pushes away, scrabbling an arm to reach to the top of the desk, grasping at the bottle there.
"... D-Drink..." He murmurs, and eye glinting.
Drink would make him forget. Would make it hurt less.
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