Who Will Care For the Fallen...

As Evan made his way back down the street toward Faye’s apartment he could just barley make her out in the dim flickering light of the lanterns and small fires that lined the now dark street. After his shower, finding Faye asleep he walked out front taking a seat on the small steps that lead up to the door. He hadn’t been there long when jack a proceed wanting to take him for “the nickel tour”. Seeing that things were calm and Faye was sleeping he thought it might be a good way to get a feel for the place. Jack took the time to point out areas that he wanted to improve. Areas that were security risks. Evan was sure that he could take care of all of his construction need, even with minimal help. Shortly after they had started back two men approached Jack needing a word with him and so Evan stepped aside. When Jack came back he shook Evans hand and told him he had a few things to tend to and that he would see him in the morning. Then they parted ways. Evan continued to walk and Faye began to come into focus. Her body outlined by shimmering light of the fires and sort of glow around her hair. “There you are sleepy eyes.” He spoke as he was now standing in front of her. “Everything ok?” @faye-rivers

When Faye finally saw him, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The asshole... “Where’ve you been?” she hissed, looking around as people walked by, some staring, some minding their own business. “I wake up and you’re fuckin’ skint... what’d I tell you? Huh?” She snatched him by the arm and started walking back towards her apartment. “You don’t go anywhere without me. You don’t know this place. You don’t know them. You don’t know him.” 

Jack was smart. Smart enough to make you believe he wasn’t. She’d seen it first hand. Made the same mistake herself. Let herself believe that he had her best interest in mind. When he only had his own. It was why she wanted to leave. But that would never happen. Especially not if her friend decided to make himself useful. Jack liked useful. 

The rum had started warming his skin even now as he took another drink. Evan watched as she moved thinking about his offer. “A beautiful death."he thought. He watched much like a boy would watch a spider in its web feeling around for unsuspected prey. He didn’t know just how deviant she might be, he didn’t recall much at all about her. Maybe it was the rum or maybe the long time he had been at sea, but he was taking a fancy to the shape of her body. She had curves like a woman but she was strong and fit, a fighter. Her hair was a mess but there was a sense of order to it. Her eyes, her lips. He watched it all as she moved about the cabin. "So… Do we have an accord?” He spouted out needing to break the silence before it was obvious that he was staring at her. In a way he wanted her to fight and argue the terms, in another he wanted he to quietly agree. Yet in another he wanted things much more carnal. He waited on her response turning the bottle up, all the while watching he as she moved. @faye-rivers

Faye had been much more careful with her drink. Appearing to turn back the bottle but only allowing the rum to wet her lips. She wasn’t foolish enough to get drunk now, when she was so close to getting what she wanted. Especially in the company of someone like him: a man used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. She could feel his eyes on her, and the first thought she had was that maybe, just maybe, she could use that to her advantage. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d taken someone for all they had simply because they wanted a look at her tits. 

She leaned against the desk as he spoke, thinking over what they’d talked about. Picking up a little round paperweight, she turned it over in her hands, examining it before sticking it in her pocket. Pushing away, she walked towards him, stopping just before her knees bumped his. Faye held out her hand. 

Leaning forward with no small amount of sighing, Faye watched his hands trace the map, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. “You really think that’ll work?” she asked honestly. “Follow her down and alley and then fuck her when she ain’t lookin’?” Faye sat back, crossing her arms. The look on her face would tell him she was thinking about it. But then it changed to skepticism. “Why do you want to give me that ship instead of this one? Maybe I don’t want it. Maybe it’s too pretty. Maybe I don’t want the trouble of whoever’s gon’ come lookin’ for her once word gets out she’s been took. What’s wrong with it besides? What’s she carrying? Gold? Is it gonna be enough for me riskin’ my neck?” She asked all of this rapidfire, slamming her own finger down on his map as she spoke. 

He turned in place pulling a few papers and maps from under her hat. “The Princess Laura, a Spanish ship, a galleon. These are her mane feats and travel maps.” He handed them to her and waited on her to look them over.

He looked up at her, “yeah, proud member of the NOLA local 58. Guess we never had time to work out all the details. Seems like we’ve been fighting for survival ever since we met.” He kinda scratched at his head a little, before speaking again. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on my tools but I’m sure it will comeback pretty quick.” He had years of experience and was certain that nothing these guys needed would ever be held to the standards that he had to produce before. He also knew it was a good way to get close to jack. To get this man to trust him. But he also knew that he and Faye had to sale their relationship to the man. If he found out they were lying, everything would come apart.

She ‘hmmd’ in agreement. “That’s all their is now. Fighting. Surviving.” Faye gave him a small smile. “’Least you got out with your hid intact.” She leaned her hip against the bar as he moved closer. “Yeah, but you got about five minutes ‘for it’s cold enough to turn your outy into an inny. Soap and towels on the shelf. Make yourself at home.” 

With that, she walked past him into the little room with the mattress, sitting down and pulling off her boots. She pulled her hair out of it’s messy bun and shook it out. It was diry, and so was the rest of her, so she’d shower later, when Evan was done. He needed a bath more than she did. While she waited on him, she lay back on her pillow, content to lay in the relative quiet until it was her turn in the shower. 

PSA; I just want to point something out here. Tumblr Role Play has turned into a very toxic place. It seems now a days a lot of amazing writers are being passed up and ignored simply for the fact that they either; Don’t have some fancy theme, use extreme formatting or make fancy graphics. I’ve seen it time and time again. So this here is my promise to all other people who come across this blog;  I WILL NEVER JUDGE YOU BY YOUR THEME OR HOW YOUR WRITE. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR FORMATTING OR WHETHER OR NOT YOU CAN MAKE A GRAPHIC. IF YOU CAN WRITE THEN I’M GOING TO WRITE WITH YOU.

I think it’s time tumblr needs to change and for those rpers to stop being over looked. You are missing out on some amazing writing if you judge someone by their theme or formatting. Truth is some of those people who have all those fancy things either A;Never rp or hardly rp and B; Can’t write very well at all.

Tumblr has become a popularity contest and it’s sickening. This whole “popular blog” trend really needs to stop and people need to stop being judged by their theme and formatting.

Her hand dropped to her side, and she lowered her voice, but only because they were drawing attention. “I saved your life, remember? The price was anything I wanted. Do you remember that?” Real tears welled up this time. “I kept my end of the deal. You got out. And never looked back. You left me there, Evan,” she said, using his name for the first time. “And they hung me.” Her hand reached up to rub her neck. “‘Least they tried to. Rope was full o’ dry rot. Snapped after about a minute.” She didn’t elaborate on how she’d escaped. It didn’t matter. 

She snorted, looking away and shaking her head. “Shorted. You could say that.” But she still put her fingers to her lips and whistled twice in quick succession. “There. Happy? But don’t think they won’t still be watching you.”

 She jogged to catch up with him as he walked off. They walked down the dock, and Faye let him go up the first, if only so she didn’t get shot on site. She followed, starting right back at the men who stared at her. “They act like they’ve never seen tits before,” she commented as they entered his cabin. She took off her hat and shook her long hair out of it’s holdings, finding what looked like his chair and making herself at home in it, propping her feet on the table and tossing the hat across the papers strewn there. 

Jack nodded his head as Evan told him of his trades. “That’s nice. Real good. I got a few guys that think they can build, but ain’t none of them a real tradesman. My daddy was in the iron workers union as long as I can remember, so… Let’s just say I know the lifestyle.” He let out a sort of laugh as he we led at Evan. He stood up and stretched out his arm offering his hand to Evan. “Tell you what. You get on out of here with the wife, sure you two got some catching up to do. I think she still has a room to herself.” He looked at Faye to confirm. “I’ll send my man for you after breakfast in the morning and he will show you what we have in mind around here.”

Faye met Jack’s eyes one last time, trying her best to give the man a grateful nod instead of a glare. He returned the nod, so it must have been the former. She exited the building with Evan. 

When they were gone, Jack turned to the man next to him. “Keep an eye on those two. Don’t bother ‘em. Just watch. Somethin’ don’t sit right with me.” The man nodded, and the topic was closed.

Outside, Faye pulled Evan in the direction of her room, a small room situated above what had once been a small mom and pop feed store. She opened the door, making sure he was well inside before shutting it and bolting it closed. Faye pressed her back to the door, running a hand over her face. “He’s gonna know if you lied. So I hope all that bullshit you were spoutin’ ain’t bullshit.” She watched him for another long moment before moving towards the back of the store, to the set of stairs going up. Without waiting, she ascended, pushing open the door at the top of the stairs. The room was small, barely three rooms: a small bathroom, a tiny bedroom, and a kitchen/living room split into two sections by a waist high vinyl-topped bar. 

There were only a few personal items aside from regular stock things like canned food, bottled water, a few dishes, and a few perishable vegetables. There was no couch, only a pitiful looking potted palm in front of a small window facing East, out into the compound. The bathroom contained one roll of toilet paper, a small bottle of shampoo, a bar of soap, several small hand towels, and two larger ones, one of which lay on the floor, a toothbrush, a small container of floss, and small tube of toothpaste.

In the tiny bedroom, there was a small mattress on the floor covered by a blue fleece blanket, a rumpled white sheet, and a barely there piece of a pillow. Faye’s messenger bag lay on the mattress. 

Following Evan from the bar, Faye had to jog to catch up with him. “Are you deaf? Or just as pig-headed as ever?” Moving in front of him, she stopped directly in his path, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. “You can’t have what’s mine, Evan! And keeping it out of spite isn’t like you.” Her eyes changed as she looked up at him, and her expression went from one of anger to one of sadness. “She’s all I have left. You owe her to me.” She stared at him a long moment, letting him read into the statement whatever he would. 

He reached out taking her by the wrist and pulled her even closer, “she’s not your ship, might have been a time you could call her that. He looked into her eyes before letting his gaze fall on her exposed breast. "Rums gonna cost ya.” And he reached up his right hand letting his fingers thread through her hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

He sat back as he released her, “According to you I’m the devil, and I was always whoring around when I wasn’t half way up your ass. So it’s clear that even her name says she’s mine.” He wrapped his knuckles against the bar and motioned for the bar keep to bring him a bottle.

Her plan was falling apart and it hadn’t even started yet. 

Mist rose from the bow as the ship cut through the waves, heading into the setting sun. Evan took the wheel and his first mate stepped to the side. They were headed to port after several tough weeks at sea. He knew his men were ready to cut loose as he didn’t allow drinking on his ship, except for the occasional celebratory mug of grog. He also had a desire for a drink and the company of a woman, and he knew just were to find it.

After a few hours of smooth sailing the twinkling of torches in the distance let him know they were close. Just then the look out called from high above, “Land ho, off the starboard bow.” There was a cheer from the deck as the crew made ready for port.

Good. 

Easier for her in the long run. Rum and pussy could distract even the most hardened sailor. And that’s just what she needed; a distraction. Especially if she was going to get out of port alive. And with someone else’s ship no less. A ship that size would need a dozen men at the least. Faye knew that for a fact. Faye had them. Sort of. She’d figure out the details later. Right now she needed the ship’s captain. 

Faye followed, watching as he entered the bar, and she waited awhile before going in herself, making sure to loosen her front laces a bit and shake her hair out of it’s ties. Men fell all over themselves for a nice pair of tits. Even the unshakable Evan Walker. 

In fact, she was counting on it. 

There were two men behind Jack, one to each side, standing like thick-necked sentries with their rifles slung across their shoulders, overly muscled arms crossed over their chests. They leered at Faye, who just stepped closer to Evan as Jack started to speak. 

“So,” he said, leaning forward to ash the cigar in his hand, “how are you? My guys treat you okay? Sorry if they didn’t. Some people just don’t know how to treat folks these days, ya know?” Jack grinned at Evan as if they shared some inside joke Faye wasn’t privy to. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Anyway,” he continued, “we got a rule here: everyone pulls their weight. Your little wife there’s a good cook. Mends clothes. Keeps the other women in check. You know how they can get.” Again, it was as if some inside joke had passed between the two men. Faye couldn’t help the shift of her eyes this time. 

Faye didn’t miss the looks, the glances, the threatening shifty eyes of a few of the men watching her and Evan move together. She gave smiles to the few that seemed happy to see her reunited with a loved one. Approaching the building, Faye gave Evan’s hand a tight squeeze as they ascended the steps. “Faye,” the man in plaid greeted with a nod, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other. “You two kiss and make up?” he grinned, winking at Evan as if they shared some secret that Faye herself wasn’t privy to.