Post by Kate Mercia on Oct 13, 2007 15:40:40 GMT -5
After a struggle, Kate was in the cell. She could feel bruises forming on her thigh...
In pretending to make this realistic, well, they'd been a little too enthusiastic about it, and she was going to pay for it tomorrow...
The mock-struggle would actually have been quite fun if it had been under any other circumstances. Just, illegally entering a Royal Navy ship was a little scary.
And the bite she had just given Phil was bound to hurt for a few days...
He was rubbing it now, scowling at her in not-entirely faked annoyance. He'd gotten rid of one of the guards by telling him that the "Captain" had told him to relieve him of his duties, and was now holding a wary conversation about the Captain.
She couldn't make out the words, but she could tell that Phil was acting very well. He hadn't gotten one suspicious glance - and had hidden his trademark accent with a very convincing Manchester one.
And her fellow pirates were just down the corridor.
She got up off the floor and started pacing her six by four cell, tossing her hair and picking at the fingernails of one hand with the nails of the other.
This had to work. If it didn't, they were all dead... literally. Dancing with the noose.
As she paced, there was a "Hey!" followed by a loud thump on the ground.
She turned round, and there was Phil, still scowling at her.
"You're a wee bitch, lass."
Kate stuck her tongue out at him. "You really hurt me. Now let me out of here."
He picked the keys off of the guard on the floor. "You see if I get rabies or something..."
She snorted, sounding more light-hearted than she acutually felt. "Rabies?"
"God knows what you could have," he muttered, unlocking the door to her cell. "Urchin , remember? Now come on..."
"Phil?"
The nerves were kicking in now, and then some. Their plan from here on in was even more vague than the rest of it, and it all depended on how much luck they got.
Pray for a miracle, right?
"Yeah, lass?"
"How sure are you that this is going to work?" she asked, bracing herself for an answer.
He winced. "Er, honestly?"
"What?"
"Well... it's 50/50, right about now. And that'll get smaller."
Kate gritted her teeth. "Right. Thanks for that. If I hadn't just bitten you, you would be getting one hell of a slap for only telling me this after it's too late."
"Yeah... sorry about that..." he apologised, smiling sheepishly. "But it had to be done."
She rolled her eyes. "Right, come on, let's go find them. Got the keys?"
Phil jangled them before throwing them at her. She caught them deftly, clapping her hands over them to mute the sound, before walking down the narrow grey corridor and calling softly:
"Guys?"
In pretending to make this realistic, well, they'd been a little too enthusiastic about it, and she was going to pay for it tomorrow...
The mock-struggle would actually have been quite fun if it had been under any other circumstances. Just, illegally entering a Royal Navy ship was a little scary.
And the bite she had just given Phil was bound to hurt for a few days...
He was rubbing it now, scowling at her in not-entirely faked annoyance. He'd gotten rid of one of the guards by telling him that the "Captain" had told him to relieve him of his duties, and was now holding a wary conversation about the Captain.
She couldn't make out the words, but she could tell that Phil was acting very well. He hadn't gotten one suspicious glance - and had hidden his trademark accent with a very convincing Manchester one.
And her fellow pirates were just down the corridor.
She got up off the floor and started pacing her six by four cell, tossing her hair and picking at the fingernails of one hand with the nails of the other.
This had to work. If it didn't, they were all dead... literally. Dancing with the noose.
As she paced, there was a "Hey!" followed by a loud thump on the ground.
She turned round, and there was Phil, still scowling at her.
"You're a wee bitch, lass."
Kate stuck her tongue out at him. "You really hurt me. Now let me out of here."
He picked the keys off of the guard on the floor. "You see if I get rabies or something..."
She snorted, sounding more light-hearted than she acutually felt. "Rabies?"
"God knows what you could have," he muttered, unlocking the door to her cell. "Urchin , remember? Now come on..."
"Phil?"
The nerves were kicking in now, and then some. Their plan from here on in was even more vague than the rest of it, and it all depended on how much luck they got.
Pray for a miracle, right?
"Yeah, lass?"
"How sure are you that this is going to work?" she asked, bracing herself for an answer.
He winced. "Er, honestly?"
"What?"
"Well... it's 50/50, right about now. And that'll get smaller."
Kate gritted her teeth. "Right. Thanks for that. If I hadn't just bitten you, you would be getting one hell of a slap for only telling me this after it's too late."
"Yeah... sorry about that..." he apologised, smiling sheepishly. "But it had to be done."
She rolled her eyes. "Right, come on, let's go find them. Got the keys?"
Phil jangled them before throwing them at her. She caught them deftly, clapping her hands over them to mute the sound, before walking down the narrow grey corridor and calling softly:
"Guys?"