Board Thread:Morgan Cinder/@comment-24479578-20160828042309/@comment-24479578-20160828042331

Edited by HitomiHyuga 01:07, June 18, 2016 04:51, June 18, 2016 02:17, June 19, 2016
 * HitomiHyuga  The halls of the ship echoed with the clacking of her high heels as Morgan walked from her room down to the Medic ward. It was not too long ago that they had raided the isle that a noble family had lived on and slaughtered all that were there of that blood line. All except for the one 21 year old woman that was now in the med room sleeping due to the painkillers that Morgan had given her. The girl had been shot three times in the back by her employer, Stratos and it was now her charge to keep the girl from bleeding all over the place until he figured out what he wanted to do with the woman. Morgan was sure he had an idea of it but nonetheless, she wasn't about to be told that her medical abilities were not where they were supposed to be.   Morgan walked about the bed and checked all the bandages on the woman, took her vitals and marked them all down while the straight and formed skirt to her dress hugged her form and only gave her room to move where the split at her hip opened up. The black dress caused her skin to almost glow along with the blonde locks of her hair that almost haloed her head. She wore silver earrings and a single silver bracelet on her left wrist. With the sleeves of her own dress being long, she knew that any blood that would possibly go through her own wound would be hidden from the eyes of those around her. Once she had checked everything, she left her notes on a clipboard for the other team to look at should they come in for whatever reason.   Morgan began walking down the hall from the medic ward. Her thoughts settling on the day of the raid. Flashes of what had transpired flashed in her mind and it made her wrap her arms around herself as her eyes stayed upon the floor. Within her mind, she was feeling the tug of war between the excitement and morbid delight of what had transpired. She remembered looking to Stratos with excitement and anticipation while he bludgeoned the hell out of the Man of the house. Every blood curdling crack and pop had caused her to almost ache for more. Then she felt the need to run from everything. To take care of the wounded and try to save those that had been hurt but were still breathing. The longing to ease their pain and just tell them that everything would be alright. She felt the terror and disgust for what had happened and what was going on all over again. In a small part of her mind, she wanted to walk up to the woman and tell her how sorry she was for what had happened, but the other part of her simply chuckled and watched eagerly for the woman to take a turn for the worst. With each step this battle continued within Morgan's mind until she could no longer stand it. Tears were building up in her eyes as she clutched either side of her head. Yet the battle raged on. Her fingers dug at the side of her head hoping that the pain would cause it to stop, but it didn't. The sinister laugh rang through her head while the sincere and soothing voice tried to make it stop. She had begun to tremble under this mental torture.   Then she over heard a crew member talking to a second. Her head snapped to the right and she honed in on their conversation. Hating eavesdropping, she scowled to herself for doing such but it was something that had interrupted the warring voices that were in her head. They were talking about the pleasure of just squeezing off a few rounds just to make himself feel better about things. The thought of just shooting things or shooting at things piqued her interest. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and moved from the area that she was in. Remembering the way that she was brought before to the Armory, she'd walked in and looked around. There were weapons of every design within the large room with ammo to go with it. Swords and blades of all makes and shapes gleamed and refracted into her eyes. Her steps were light as she slowly walked into the room and looked about. Her fingers moved over the cold steel and something inside of her quieted. There was a calming and soothing effect that just the feel of the steel had against her skin. It intrigued her.   Walking over to the rack of guns, she picked up a flintlock that was easy to hold in her hand. It had some weight to it but it felt almost natural in her hand. Looking over the barrel and the make of it, she almost caressed over the smooth steel with affection while her emerald hues looked over the weapon with the same affection. Something about this weapon and the feel of it in her hand calmed the war in her head. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold the weapon in her hand all the time. However, it would be a start. Her eyes trailed around the room until she found holsters for the guns. Placing a strap around her upper thigh, she found that the gun slipped easily in and out of the slit in her dress and though a bit on the bulky side, it was easily concealed by the long dress that she had. Talking a box of ammunition, she walked from the room and moved down the hall towards the stairs.   <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Still she was getting looks from the men on the ship. It made her wonder if they had ever seen a woman before. But then again, it was only a few days ago when she had walked off the ship with Stratos looking beautiful as he had wished her to look and walked back on covered in blood and only wearing her undergarments with an almost crazed look in her eyes. No wonder she was not only left alone but she was gawked at and steered clear of. In the back of her mind, she wondered if it had something to do with her connection with Stratos. Perhaps these men were scared of their Vice Admiral. But that was none of her concern. She had an agreement with the man and she understood where they stood with each other, or at least where she stood with him. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She'd walk around from the stairway to the stern of the ship. The places that her fingers had dug into the side of her face were now red and showed the bit of turmoil that she had endured internally but truly they were only seen if her hair was pushed back by the wind. Her golden locks acted as a beautiful cover to mask it from everyone else. Once to the very stern of the ship, she tied a harpoon through the handle of a buoy and loaded the harpoon into the gun. She took aim into the water perhaps 50 yards from the ship and fired. The loud shot was going to be heard by just about anyone that was around but she'd answer their questions if they came to talk to her. It was truly one of her least concerns. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Her eyes watched the floating buoy as it drifted further out with the combination of the ship moving and the current moving it out. The bob up and down of the buoy made it more of a moving target then she had ever thought. Taking the flintlock from the holster at her upper thigh, she'd load it and hold it out in front of her. Breathing slowly in and out, she'd watch the buoy move as she was moving as well. Thinking she had the buoy in her sights, she squeezed the trigger with a loud bang as the gun fired off and kicked her hand back at the wrist. Her eyes looked to the water in hopes of seeing the buoy get struck in some way but that wasn't what had taken place. The watch splashed to the right and back of the floating target and she pressed her lips together. The kick back from the gun was a bit more than she had thought it was going to be but there was satisfaction in the firing of the gun.
 * HitomiHyuga <p style="margin-top:0px!important;margin-bottom:0px!important;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Placing the gun in its holster, she'd reach forward and take hold of the rope then began to pull the buoy in towards the ship a bit to compensate for the distance that had been placed between her and her target. Looking to the harpoon gun, she wrapped the rope in a figure eight around the weapon to keep the buoy at the same distance constantly. She was never going to get used to how to compensate for the rocking and motion if there wasn't a constant while she was learning it in the beginning. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Walking to the edge, she placed her hands on the railing and looked out to the bobbing object. Once more her thoughts were drawn to the splatter of blood against the walls and the sheer pleasure that she had gotten from it. Taking hold of the rifles and aiming them at the heads of the guards from the Royal home only to relish in the sickening sounds that their bodies made with the bullets going through bone, muscle and organs. The ripping of cloth and slosh of liquid falling against the floor before the bodies collapsed against the ground in a wet and heavy thump. Her eyes looked for the next one to fall to the floor with a sickening thud when her thoughts began to look at the man that was on the ground and went to try and stop the bleeding and try to save his life. The healer began to scream as the murderer began to laugh methodically. Both ringing in Morgan's mind louder then any sound that she had ever heard in her life and it resonated in her mind. There was no end to it. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Reaching to her thigh, she grabbed the flintlock from its holster and reloaded it with her teeth clenched and her eyes frenzied. This internal war was more than she was able to handle. Once more her eyes had rimmed with tears as she forced herself to focus on the floating target. Her chest heaved and her arm shook while holding out the weapon in front of her. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Those that walked past her only slowed a moment or two before they kept going on their way to their destination. One or two would lean up against the wall and look at her while she was having her little fight with herself. "You're not a killer!" She screamed at herself while she squeezed off the shot with a loud bang from the gun. But the response that was granted to her was one of evil and methodical laughter. A mocking laughter that chilled her down to the very core of her being and it was her laugh. *You enjoyed the death of those men. It's even safe to say that you didn't want it to end.* Tears streamed down the sides of Morgan's cheeks as she once more loaded the gun and took aim. "No! I heal people. Not kill them!" She'd squeeze off another round with a loud bang. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Tears streamed over her face relentlessly while in her mind the laughing continued. *You murdered them in cold blood. Not even thinking twice about it. You pulled the trigger and ended them.* Another round was shot and another. Her body was quaking and her arms were shaking as if she was freezing but it was so far from the truth.
 * HitomiHyuga <p style="margin-top:0px!important;margin-bottom:0px!important;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">There was a chuckle coming from behind her as she continued to be tortured by the sinister murdering laugh that echoed within the walls of her mind. Her eyes reddened and her cheeks tear stained, she'd turn her emerald crazed hues towards the man and without thinking twice, she'd raise the flintlock at him and squeeze off another shot that ricocheted off the steel wall that was right next to his head and hit the water to the right of him. His laughing stopped as she growled at him through clenched teeth. "Go. Away. Now." Yet the laughing continued and now it only grew louder as the man ran from his resting place telling those that he passed that she was crazy. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">*See how easy it is to just aim at people and pull the trigger. I knew you were only lying to yourself.* The voice continued to taunt her and remind her of the deeds that she had already done. *You poisoned that woman. You knew what was in that syringe and you gave her more than enough to kill 20 full grown men. You knew it and still did it!* Morgan turned and aimed at the buoy through her heaving sobs. Pulling the trigger, she'd watch as the water splashed just up in front of the floating target. She had begun to go numb inside. The kick back of the gun wasn't even affecting her. Normally after so many rounds, the hand would begin to feel sore but not this time. The laughing was only continuing more and more. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Another shot loaded and another fired. The tears continued. The laughing only became worse. Images of blood soaked corpses flooded her mind. Footprints that created paths that she had walked became visible. "I'm not a killer... I'm not a killer... not a killer... not a killer... no.. not a killer.." Her voice shaking as she shot off another round that finally caused the buoy to pull hard at the rope that tied it to the ship. *You can't run from it..It's in your blood..* The sinister voice was hers and she knew it as was that laugh because she heard them when they had left her lips while speaking to Stratos in the Royal's dining room. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Reloading, she'd once more take aim while her eyes were more red and puffy then the biggest drunks in her home town. She followed the bob of the buoy now as she compensated for the rocking of the ship. Sniffling once. Then once again. She'd squeeze off another round only this time, it was a dead shot in the center of the buoy. Reloading again, she continued to take aim and waited. *That's right. Think about the explosion that would come when you aim your gun at someone's head. Better yet. Point blank range! That would be a glorious mess to be had!* Her heart began to beat faster and faster as her sobbing breath caught in her throat. But she couldn't deny that the voice was right. A slow smirk began to pull at the corner of her lips while her eyes began to focus on her target as if it were a human target. The shot was fired and the buoy leapt from the water as it was struck in the center. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The voice in her head once more began the evil and sinister laughter as Morgan's eyes went wide in horror and her hand came up to her face while she turned and slid down the banister's support. In her right hand, she held the flintlock firmly while in her left she cradled her head while her body continued to tremble and shake. *Just point and shoot... make us both happy...* Morgan shook her head while she was a mess of tears. She wiped her eyes with the back of one hand while the back of the other went across her nose. She'd try to keep the edges of her sleeves from getting dirty from her own runny nose but she wasn't sure if she really cared at the moment. <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Her chest heaved more and she could only think of her and Stratos's actions. The enjoyment that was gained by not only him but her as well. She could see it in his eyes when she had looked to him while he was straddling the man. Excitement blazed in his onyx hues as he returned her look. She couldn't deny it. Couldn't deny that she was on edge when she waited for the next crippling blow from either one of them. *Cold. Hearted. Soulless. Killer.* Morgan closed her eyes tightly as she dropped her head into her hands while still holding on to the gun. The palms of her hands the cradling point for her eyes as if she was trying to stop the tears from the outside.
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 * HitomiHyuga <p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The tears wouldn’t stop as she was haunted by the pictures of what had transpired and the eery laugh that was sinister and twistedly evil. Her chest continued to heave and shudder under the force of her heavy sobs.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Yet her torment only went further as the next face that was brought into view was the image of her father as he was coughing and sputtering up blood from when their village was attacked when she was younger. He was now laying on the same floor as the family that she had just helped destroy. He looked up to her as his mouth only whispered the words ‘Blood thirsty just like your mother.’

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Morgan stood up and fired relentlessly at the buoy making each shot count. Her unstable mind made sense of the unsteadiness of the sea with the rise and fall of the buoy and the ship. Each hit caused a slight piece of the target to chip off. Her firing was unending until at last she had fired off the last round. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her cheeks were tear stained and the top of her dress was soaked by tears that never ended. The one thing that had not ended was the laughing. It continued on.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She brought in the buoy and released it from the harpoon. Cleaning up her mess, she made sure to place all the rope back the way it was supposed to go. When she was done, the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the buoy that she had inscribed her name on so no one threw it out or tried to use it. Then again, there was a bunch of holes going thru it now. They would more than likely find it un usable now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">With the gun back in it’s holster on her thigh, she’d stop only at the armory to pick up another box of ammo before she walked back to her room. With the door closed, she’d lean on it a bit with her eyes closed. Finally she was away from the eyes of the crew who already thought she was crazy and perhaps she was. She was the daughter of a pirate captain after all. Anything was possible and she had no idea who her father was since she looked nothing like the man that she had grown up calling “Da.”

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Slowly she opened her eyes and looked to her dresser when her eyes opened widely. There sitting on the top of it was a small vial of something smoky gray. Her heart leapt in her chest as she pushed off the door and sprinted across the room. Her hands grabbed for the small vial and surrounded the thin glass in her grasp while holding it against her chest. Her eyes closed once more, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

<p style="margin-bottom:0px!important;"> <span style="font-weight:400;font-size:14.6667px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Images once more flowed thru her mind but these were more pleasant ones of her childhood. Ones of a young man holding up the vial on a leather cord in front of her and laughing as he teased her. “Ashes for the little chimney sweep. I thought it was suitable since you’ll never get all the soot off you.” His laughter rang through her mind and even was able to drown out the sadistic laugh that had been plaguing her for the last few hours. This laugh gave her comfort and sadness at the same time. It had been so long since she had seen her oldest brother or even heard word from him. As she walked over to the bed, she took off the holster and placed it on her night stand. Flopping down onto the bed, she’d continue to claps her hands around the tiny vial that seemed so simple and ordinary to everyone else but to the young Cinder woman, it meant everything in the world.