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Post by Erik Gunner on Dec 22, 2012 18:41:09 GMT -5
Gunner sat at the back of the stables, surrounded by bottles upon bottles upon bottles. Some were empty, some were still full. Either way, Erik planned for them all to be empty by morning. Some of the drinks were Rum, some vodka, wine, the list went on and on. He knew he would be spewing his guts out more then once tonight. And for now, he would have to be content with his lonely company with the horses.
His horse, Ghost, stood beside him making sure nothing came to harm him in his very vulnerable state. He was getting rather tipsy already, but it would take a bit till he could get flat out drunk. Also not having eaten much that day helped- or rather- did not help at all. He had his two guns piled up lazily beside him surrounded by some spilled bottles, one of them broken. Gunner didn't usually try to get this drunk unless something was really really wrong with him. And that very thing is not having his Lu around. Lu was what Gunner had left of his sanity and now here he was drinking it away.
Erik had his handkerchief mask off on the ground buried under a few more bottles. He was muttering, uttering curses as he took another swing of a drink. "Damn it all... damn it all to fucking Hell! What could I possibly do with out Lu? I am nothing, nothing but a pathetic pile of shit. I need Lu..." He cried out huskily. Gunner then threw the half drank bottle and it shattered across the ground out, making a few horses stir nervously. "I don't even know where the hell I am... what if Lu thought I left her? She'd be broken! Or would she be... no...." He clung to another bottle and shattered it too. He yelled then breathed heavily and slumped down some more, took a full bottle and began to drink away again.
Christmas was coming... Christmas was coming and he didn't even know if he was going to see Lu ever again. He needed Lu... he had actually been playing on finally asking her to marry him either this New Years or the next. But how could he do that if he couldn't see her? Oh this was so extremely disastrous. Gunner had tried to find her, but came across nothing and no one. He never felt alone being a bandit, maybe it was because he was in his territory. But now that he was stranded somewhere unfamiliar, without Lu, he felt pointless. Absolutely useless... and alone. He put the bottle up to his translucent lips again. Will Lu have to spend Christmas alone? Will she think that he doesn't love her? No... he couldn't bare to live with such thoughts. If he did, and contained it all in, he just might be tempted to drink until he drowned in his own tears. And at this rate, that might not be too far away.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Dec 22, 2012 20:34:58 GMT -5
Nate was on a late evening stroll around the manor, bottle of rum in hand, alone as usual.... That is, if you could really call it strolling at all. It was a rather dry night, so he was not nearly as strong, and so rather than feet, a wisp of bluey smoke rolled across the ground where he went.
He didn't expect to see anyone out there, as it was cold for the living, and most of them were off preparing for Christmas and the Christmas Eve party, buying and wrapping mast-minute presents and such. It was much to his surprise then, when he saw one of those people that had been pulled there into the manor, sitting outside in the stables area surrounded by several liquor bottles while a horse seemed to watch over him.
The former sailor gave a slight grimace seeing the rather pathetic-looking man, seemingly wallowing in misery and trying to drown out his sorrows with a few good rounds of spirits. His face though... his face was quite a sight to behold. It looked almost as if part of it had been blown right off and there remained mostly bone. The rest of his expression though Nate knew all too well. There was no doubt in his bind that that sort of loathing and wallowing could only be caused by one creature: womankind
“Something on your mind?” Nate asked, plopping down not far from the man and taking a swig from his bottle of rum?
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Post by Erik Gunner on Feb 9, 2013 11:30:25 GMT -5
Gunner was almost close to ignoring the man, wallowing in his own pity. But of course he didn't, maybe a little drinking company wouldn't be to bad, but he still thought about tossing a bottle to see if he could still aim strait at this rate of drunkenness. He chuckled, letting his head hang and shook it slowly for a moment then looked back up. "Yes, 'n fact. There does happ'n to be somethin' on my mind."
He didn't wait for the other man to reply before continuing on. "Before I came to this place, noth'n could separate me and my Lu. But then of course I got here and saw her once. Once!" He roared, then paused for a moment to take another swig of his drink then continued on in a slight murmur. "Ya know, we would spend every Christmas together but this year.... I really don't know. I don't even know where the hell she is!" He growled angrily and then suddenly turned his face to look quite depressed. "Who will she spend her Christmas with if it ain't with me?" He sighed and took another drink.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Mar 8, 2013 3:53:49 GMT -5
Nathanael took another swig as the man spoke to him. Perhaps something decent had come out of the strange king’s desire for company at the manor – Nate had come across a few fellow liquor lovers from the lot of the strange cast of characters. At least it gave him some sort of small snippet of what life had been like to him…
The ghost sighed and shook his head. It sounded as if this man were suffering from what Nate had found that far too many bachelors were forced to go through, and that was the painful company (or lack thereof) of a woman. “My friend, I know your troubles far too well. That’s females for you. Never can really trust them not to go off and do as they please…”
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Post by Erik Gunner on May 12, 2013 21:58:35 GMT -5
Gunner staggered as he stood up, his head spinning ferociously and his stomach tempted to get rid of all the alcohol in the most unpleasant manor. He growled and fought to keep it down and tried to focus on the man, or rather, ghost before him and mostly failure. "We were as close as could be 'fore we came to this damned manor!"
He swooped down and picked up a bottle, taking a long swig of it then smashing it onto the ground. "Lu was not like most females, she was greater than any of 'em! She was my partner in crime, and my closest friend! And now shes probably being seduced by all these damned French and British men!" Gunner spat and leaned back some and closed his eyes. He then opened them again with tears making his eyes red but never forming.
There was one clear thought in his head. 'I need to stop drinking tonight'. He tried to take a few steps and they quite nearly made him fall flat on his face but he kept his balance. "I am glad I got ta speak my mind... but I need Lu... now more than ever..." He said unhappily and knocked over a few bottles while trying to keep balance and take another few steps. "I should get inside too... my health ain't no good in winter and Lu prob'ly wont be 'round ta help me again if I were ta get sick." He felt more and more miserable.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on May 30, 2013 21:23:41 GMT -5
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Nathanael stated rather plainly when Erik Gunner told him that his ‘Lu’ was probably being seduced by a bunch of French and British men. After all, he had learned the hard way how easily the loyalties of women could be swayed. Personally, he’d vowed never to put himself in a situation where he might be forced to put up with it ever again.
He took a sip from his bottle and looked at Gunner continued to speak. The man had clearly been drinking far too much, and could hardly even walk straight. He raised a brow and watched in silent amusement at how he went on and on about his Lu, and continued trying to walk through the pile of empty bottles.
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Post by Erik Gunner on Jul 7, 2013 4:52:24 GMT -5
"Ta fuck with this. We gatta grab what we can and get the hell outa here." Gunner growled and watched a certain point that he could walk towards without feeling like he was spinning too much. Lu wouldn't really do anything to make him jealous, right? Especially not with a bunch of wussy men who wouldn't last a minuet in the west like they did.
It wasn't hard to figure that he wanted life like it was before. He didn't know that most other person at the manor went through the pretty much same feelings as he was having when they first arrived at the manor. But truth was, he could care less exactly where he was, even though he already missed his home. But most of all, he just needed Lu. Without her, nowhere is home and nothing his happiness, as much as he tried to find it at the bottom of a bottle. Or really... the bottoms of a whole load of bottles.
As he was quite close to leaving, he turned for a moment, at which he had to stop and try and make the world stop spinning for a moment before he focused on the man for a moment. "Oh, and uh.... happy holidays." He laughed, not caring that he had been making himself look like such a fool, a drunken fool. But hey, dead men tell no tales, right? With that, he turned back around and clumsily walking away, back to the manor, where he planned to puke in his cave then pass out for the rest of the night and most of the morning and noon.
(Sorry this thread is way super short but do you think we should end it here? You can make one last post if you want but don't think there was much for Gunner in this one just because he was bound to pass out soon anyways. xD)
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jul 21, 2013 13:13:44 GMT -5
((That’s okay XD I don’t mind short. Really all has happened that needs to, so as long as it seems completed, that’s fine by me.))
Nate watched the drunken bandit as he made a determined effort to make his way to the exit of the stables. The ghost simply sat there and observed as he took another swig from the bottle of rum he seemed to always have in hand (one could swear that he must have died while clutching the thing).
He didn’t have much else to do, really; his existence in the Manor was a rather lonely one. He was lost without a ship and a crew full of other sailors there to drink and laugh with. He was still getting his land legs, so to speak. The masked bandit wished him happy holidays, to which the ghost merely nodded solemnly and faded back into the nether. There wasn’t anything else for him to say.
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