Post by Kman on Mar 7, 2012 20:33:42 GMT -8
Judgement: Single Judge (Need Udgey)
Battle Length: (1-2 Intro Post + 4-5 Battle Posts)
Story Version: Off, so anyone can jump in.
Version Bonus: N/A
Story-Related: Could be. Nothing planned, but you know.
Setting: Wreckage of a ruined ship, crashed onto the reef of a nearby island. The ship was split in half at the hull, and anyone that was on it is long gone, now. The island itself isn't very large, perhaps half an acre in total area, with several palm trees dotting the landscape.
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The light sea breeze danced across the waves before it meandered to the eyesore of the landscape. A ship, a wooden ship, by all accounts, looking like it belonged to the 1500s, lay broken and battered on the shoreline of a small island. Splintered wood and dangerous-looking points had been worn away by the erosive wind and saltwater, leaving the former ship...strangely hospitable.
A thick coating of green mold covered most of the ship, but it wasn't something that Kajira paid any attention to. She'd ridden out a storm, had let it carry her wherever it would until it burnt itself out and...she'd found herself here, on this island. It wasn't so bad, really. The sun was warm, the sea breeze was cool and there was even a makeshift shelter to be found in the ship.
"Still. Would've been better to have come into this with a better wardrobe prepared..." she spoke to herself, glancing down at the kimono she wore. It left little to the imagination, but that also made it too difficult for her to remove, less someone see all of her and...she wasn't keen on that line of thought.
The woman lay against the ship, half-dozing in the sun as she waited for another storm to come by. She didn't mind relaxing here, but...she had things to do.
Battle Length: (1-2 Intro Post + 4-5 Battle Posts)
Story Version: Off, so anyone can jump in.
Version Bonus: N/A
Story-Related: Could be. Nothing planned, but you know.
Setting: Wreckage of a ruined ship, crashed onto the reef of a nearby island. The ship was split in half at the hull, and anyone that was on it is long gone, now. The island itself isn't very large, perhaps half an acre in total area, with several palm trees dotting the landscape.
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The light sea breeze danced across the waves before it meandered to the eyesore of the landscape. A ship, a wooden ship, by all accounts, looking like it belonged to the 1500s, lay broken and battered on the shoreline of a small island. Splintered wood and dangerous-looking points had been worn away by the erosive wind and saltwater, leaving the former ship...strangely hospitable.
A thick coating of green mold covered most of the ship, but it wasn't something that Kajira paid any attention to. She'd ridden out a storm, had let it carry her wherever it would until it burnt itself out and...she'd found herself here, on this island. It wasn't so bad, really. The sun was warm, the sea breeze was cool and there was even a makeshift shelter to be found in the ship.
"Still. Would've been better to have come into this with a better wardrobe prepared..." she spoke to herself, glancing down at the kimono she wore. It left little to the imagination, but that also made it too difficult for her to remove, less someone see all of her and...she wasn't keen on that line of thought.
The woman lay against the ship, half-dozing in the sun as she waited for another storm to come by. She didn't mind relaxing here, but...she had things to do.