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Crazy People Don't Know They Are Crazy



Jack


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10-07-2013, 09:26 AM
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Swaying legs and rugged features brought him onto the lands of Amenti. Though the captain knew not this was Amentian lands, the last time he had passed it was unclaimed. He had thought about claiming this place for himself, but had ended up finding a much better location. He had also heard that a crazed woman roamed these parts, and so it was possible that subconscious drunkeness would bring him here to investigate. He licked his lips a few times as he moved across the snowy fields, th figure of the SS antiox looming in the near distance, though the Captain was not close enough to scent the scents of blood and despair from the slaves nor the psychoticness of the members that resided.

He would move about, mumbling incoherently to himself as he thought about what he might do next...though in his state of mind, it was near impossible to think of a plan. Not that he had one, anyway. Then again, Jack never really had a set plan...things just happened as he went along, and he liked it that way.



Karmen


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10-07-2013, 07:06 PM





Psychotic was the last reasonable word you could possibly use to describe Miss Roe. She was everything but the latter: sound, secure, confident, anything but the fickle mindset most wicked wolves were genetically engineered to have. She was suave and charming, tempting like a bottle of scotch. She was blessed with immaculate dna and a vocabulary to persuade the masses. Karmen even had morals - twisted and decaying morals, but morals nonetheless. The she-wolf even believed in God, Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. She had to, for her mother insisted that the Devil was real because God wouldn't create something as filthy as her. She was a spawn of Lucifer and just as disguised, all prettily wrapped up in golden curls and willow green eyes - those dark lashes feigning false innocence and cleverly masking the waspish demon that lay in the confines of her mind.

Canttina had been absent for the day tending to duties with her petty pet, so Karmen had assumed her role of leadership, yet instead of patrolling boarders or keeping the slaves in line, she was perched on the bow of the ship, letting the chilly wind play with her hair, racing down the curvaceous dip in her spine and causing her tail to furrow with shivers. It was then, in that temporary moment of bliss, that she caught a stranger in the corner of her eye. Her brow raised in suspicion, observing the passerby waltz into the territory like an ambling fool.

"May I help you?", she inquired as sweet as a first year secretary, poise and still like a brassy ornament, concealing the threat in her words with a voice like saccharine liquor. She did not rise to her feet, but narrowed her eyes to a slight degree in wait for the unknown fiend to plea his case.







KARMEN ☠ ROE

tell me im your national anthem





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10-23-2013, 05:09 AM
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Jack

Russet brown head would snap up at the sound of a voice, eyes glancing about with a confused look on his face. Then again, he always looked confused...though whether it was for his sake, or the sake of merely confusing his opponents he cared not. He blinked a few times as he tried to get his bearings, and a glance up would tell him that a woman's voice was the one that called out, as it was indeed a woman perched upon the bow of the ship. Licking inked lips, Jack would stare at her with a scrutinizing look, almost as if he were trying to make out if she was real or not. The scent would drift his way, and of course it would confirm over his drunkeness that she was real. Blinking more now, he would blink away some of the stupor as he gave his head a good shake as well, and then he would approach slightly closer with wavering steps. It was old news when Jack was in this state, though he was no less smarter the usual. At times, it would enhance him...inexplicably, but it often happened. Assuming of course if he wasn't passed out somewhere in his chosen home.

Licking his chops once more, he pried his attention onto the woman as he tried to find unslurred words to respond. And at last he was successful. "Aye, I'm just here taking a look about...in fact, maybe you can help me with something..." Jack's jaws would open and close slightly as if he were trying to rid his tongue of dryness, though he was not afraid of speaking in the least. Just another effect of his beloved liqours. With a sniff and a swish of his tail, he turned back to her and continued. "I see this land has been taken by a band of crazed wolves, and I assume you're one of them eh? I mean no disrespect, I knew not these lands had been claimed. Who is it that sits upon the bow of the ship? And who is your queen?" Though drunk, he was ever so intellectually smart. At times it seemed as if his fix heightened his senses...though drunk or not, Jack always seemed the same. Nobody knew for sure. He stared up at the woman, wondering if he could perhaps make friends or allies of some of these wolves if only to share drinks.