Clayton Foley

Clayton "Cib" Foley || 31 || Crew member on The Deadly Tide "Take what you can, give nothing back."

[claytonfoley]

nataliaward:

“I really do.” She said in a serious manner, convincing enough to make it seem like she might have meant it. If only he didn’t know that she didn’t. She kept her eyes on him while it seemed that he was debating it in his own head which only brought her amusement. Her head tilted as she waited and when he finally gave her some sort of response she laughed, genuinely laughed. Bastard. “I’m kidding, idiot.” She said tossing him the apple as she moved back over towards the food. “About the apple part anyway. You still have to accompany me at least as I practice. I’ll tell you what I made once you agree.”

A smile broke out on his lips when she started laughing. It was such a rarity to get a genuine laugh from Natalia but Clayton liked it, it was a good look on her. He caught the apple she tossed to him, fumbling with it for a moment. “As long as I get fed and a knife isn’t thrown at me, I’ll do whatever you want,” he said, taking a bite from the apple.

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princejcmie:

If there was one thing Jamie was not going to do, it was allow others to order him around, even if that called for some denial in regard to his current situation. He held his ground and kept the bratty look of defiance on his face for a moment before hearing the pirate’s comparison of him to a rock, causing him to scoff and laugh at its ludicrousness, “Yeah, right.” His immaturity was on full display as his voice was filled with sarcasm and attitude, “I’d like to see you try to enforce that. I’ll just get cigarettes from someone else if you’re going to be such an asshole about it.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amusing smirk on his lips. “Are you challenging me?” He certainly hoped the royal was, it would bring some fun to the island. “You can try,” his voice hinting that it was exactly what Clayton wanted the prince to do. “But ultimately, it’s up to me if you get your cigs or not. Or anything, really,” he said, letting his words reveal that he would be watching over the prince.

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jaxlocke:

With Clayton’s hand placed on his shoulder he was half tempted to move away just to watch Clayton have to catch his balance but he got distracted by the next swig he decided to take instead. “I’d like,” he paused, tilting the top of the bottle towards his friend. “To punch you right in that face of yours.” His lips pulled up, innocently smiling at Clayton before bringing a hand up and shoving him away weakly thanks to his current state. “Dream ‘bout it Foley, then tell me all about it.” He held out the bottle for Clayton to take. “Play catch up and chug half of it.”

He looked at his fellow crew member with an expression of mock hurt. “And ruin this pretty face? You would never.” Honestly, it would have been surprising if Jax didn’t want to punch him. The two of them were roughly the same age but it was very clear which one of them hadn’t grown up yet. He took the bottle from Jax, the label unfamiliar to him as he took a sniff to identify the type of alcohol. Unable to do so, he shrugged his shoulders and took a swig. The liquid burned and he took a second to allow his mouth to get accustomed to the taste, shaking his head a bit. He resumed his drinking soon after, chugging half the bottle like Jax had told him. “Tastes like piss,” he said, handing the bottle back to the pirate, a look of mild disgust. 

[raynelle-rae-dixon]

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raynelle-rae-dixon:

The pirate had spent the hours since her return resting and settling back into her villa. She had spent thee last two hours or so looking around for her special notebook in her villa but she had yet to find it. Then she remembered that she last had it on the ship so she went out to get it. As she was leaving the ship she saw a figure lurking around. “What are you doing?” She asked.

He could see why he would have to explain the position he was currently in, crouched low to the ground yielding a stick above his head as a makeshift weapon. But in Clayton’s defence, in order to find the crab, you had to think like a crab. And being crouched down would allow him to look at better spots the crab could have scrambled off. Since, it was a questionable situation, one that he would know how to explain to his fellow pirate when he heard her voice. “Trying to kill a crab,” he said, acting as if this was an everyday occurrence. 

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runawaymaeve:

Maeve was finishing up the dishes in the Canteen at the end of her shift. Dinner had ended hours ago and only a few people had stopped in after the initial rush. She loved the quiet. She knew most people hated doing dishes especially the royals around here, but she found it therapeutic to put it lightly. Her mind shut off and she went into auto-pilot. It was like that until she heard someone come into the kitchen. She shut off the water and turned around, leaning against the back of the sink. “Did you need something?” she asked the person. She’d only turned around because there various sharp objects around the kitchen and she didn’t trust a royal not to take advantage of a back turned.

It was on the sandy beach that Clayton could be found, making it his sleeping quarters for the night. He was lying down watching the starry night, listening to the lapping of the waves as a joint hung loosely between his lips. He didn’t get high often, enjoying the adrenaline that came with being drunk more. But tonight was just one of those nights. It was the end of his stash and he made a mental note to get some more the next time they were docked in India. But for the time being, his eyes were lazily focused on the puffs of smoke that he exhaled, waiting for sleep to take him over. He was nearly there until the silence of the night was interrupted by his stomach growling. He tried to ignore it but as his stomach continued to protest, he forced himself up from the sandy floor and headed to the Canteen. He wasn’t expecting anyone there, planning to just sneak out some leftovers and make his way back to his makeshift bed. So the cook’s voice surprised him, startling him slightly and he froze like a deer caught in the headlights. “No,” he answered slower than usual. “I was just... exploring.” Realizing the joint was held between his fingers, he tried to slyly put it in his pocket. 

[claytonfoley]

pee in my mouth

“First of all, that’s gross. Second, that’s nasty. And third, that’s unhygienic and no.”

[talisaxfoley]

We’ve been lost and found | Clayton&Talisa

[claytonfoley]

talisaxfoley: 

Returning the equipment she had used to the shed onboard, Talisa took a moment to wipe her brow and catch her breath. She rarely complained when she got to work aboard a docked ship in peace, it was rare and awfully peaceful compared to some other days spent in the middle of the ocean, or during horrid weather. As she prepared to leave the girl dug out her latest novel, Anne Frank’s Diary was her third book in a row of biographies which she had read lately. Moving down the walkway, Talisa walked and read, as she always did, her pace slow and her attention gone from the rest of the world. It was pure chance that she had to watch her step half way down the docks, glancing up, eyes landing on the person coming towards her. At first she was sure she must be dehydrated or something. Or maybe that was more of a hope than anything else. Because the last person she had expected to see coming towards her was her brother. 

Feeling a whole lot all at once, the sandy blonde came to a sudden stop, her hands shaking as her mind spun. In part she just.. wanted to run. Away. Now. Firstly because she was convinced he wouldn’t want to see her. And secondly because she couldn’t decide if she wanted to see him. At least not without any mental preparation. But there was nowhere to go without seeming like she was doing just that, running off with her tail between her legs. No, Talisa thought. She refused to be the one to slink away. It was not as if she was the one who had done something wrong or self serving. It was so easy to tap into all that anger, all that sense of betrayal which she had never truly dealt with. But as Clayton came closer, and she noticed he’d gotten at least three feet taller, acquired some facial hair, not to mention muscles, it was hard to ignore that ache inside. Hard not to admit, at least to herself, that she had missed him. Her eyes still big and wide, she met his gaze with her own. “Hi there..” The words were quiet, even a little hopeful. Stupid girl.. What were the odds that he had thought about her? That he had missed her? 

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Clayton didn’t typically hang around the docks, there was no point when the captain didn’t plan for any voyages. But a ship had docked earlier with supplies and Clayton was asked to help unload. Seeing as how those supplies were for everyone on the island, including him, and he wasn’t in the mood to have some of the other pirates mad at him, he agreed. He was making the last of his rounds, heading back to the ship to grab the last box when a timid voice grabbed his attention. He had noticed the blonde earlier but he didn’t pay her any mind since she was engrossed in her book. But now that he was stopped, there was something recognizable about her but he wasn’t quite able to place it. “Hi,” he said in return, confusion in his voice on why the girl felt the need to greet him in the first place. 

He took another step to continue walking but paused mid-motion, turning his head back to take a second look. His eyes narrowed as he studied her facial features, a picture forming his head of the last time he saw the girl. It was over a decade ago when he was leaving his sister behind on the ship that captured them. With eyebrows raised in realization and a chuckle escaping his throat, he shook his head, almost in disbelief. “I guess you survived then.” Maybe not the best thing to say to the sister you abandoned 13 years prior but the sense of family was gone. For Clayton, his crew was his family now. 

[chris-woods]

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[claytonfoley]

deadly-tide-malka:

Malka looked up at Clayton with an expression that would have others walking away from her, but not Clayton. He was never easy to make leave, but when he came down to it Malka wasn’t really upset with him, it was just the way he was, “Really?” She asked, playing along with it, “What is it exactly?”

“You know.” She didn’t fall for his initial trick so he tried using his peripherals to see what was on her plate. If he glanced directly at her plate, she would know he was lying. “Some avocado.” He could see something green on her plate and the avocado was just a guess.

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princejcmie:

The bright grin on the face of the man that approached him confused Jamie, eyes narrowing in skepticism. He held his head high, refusing to allow the pirate to talk down to him, despite looking and feeling less elite than usual with his mess of curly hair disheveled from his rough night. “I suppose you’re trying to say I’m not privileged,” he stated with a shrug, “well, I would have to disagree, and I’m not sure what gives you the right to give me such labels.” As he finished speaking, he placed his hands on his slight hips, tone filled with defiance toward the man he had yet to learn was his captor. 

So the royal has an attitude. Clayton knew a thing or two when it came to attitudes considering the massive one he had. Still, he was allowed to have; the prince, not so much. “I’m saying you were. Now... you have about as much privilege as the rock behind you.” He tilted his torso to the side, looking behind the prince to glance at the stone in question. “I would even say you have less.” Clayton could give the prince whatever label he wanted, he was under his watch. Though he wasn’t going to reveal that to him quite yet.

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nataliaward:

Watching his reaction, Natalia’s lips pressed together in attempts of resisting a smile but it failed her as the corners tugged up. Even if it was a little bit, he had won once she couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. “Only on the days that end in y.” She remarked, rolling her eyes playfully as she went back to what she was doing. “Fine. I’ll feed you, if it’ll get you to stop making puppy dog eyes at me.” She walked around to the sink turning it on so she could wash her hands. “I’ll feed you only if you do some target practice with me.” Turning the water off she turned her body to look at him. “And by target practice I mean balancing una manzana on your head.” She said as she swiped an apple out of the fruit basket nearest her.

Clayton, 1; Natalia, 0, he thought when he saw her smile, however faint it was. When she turned around, he gave a small fist pump as she agreed to feed him. He quickly straightened back out, hands behind his back as if nothing happened though he was sporting a huge grin. Which soon fell as she grabbed the apple. “You really do have a death wish against me,” he said, a hint of fear mixed in with the playful attitude he was expressing. He didn’t doubt her skills but the thought of having a knife thrown at him wasn’t pleasant. Moving his gaze to the apple in her hand, his eyes narrowed as he thought about her conditions. “What did you make?” he asked, his voice almost whisper as he decided if it was worth it.

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(✿◠‿◠)  Sunshine personified, DJ Pauly D

[claytonfoley]

@jaxlocke

[claytonfoley]

Trident Task #2: Personality Exploration

Clayton “Cib” Foley

THE MEYERS-BRIGGS TYPE INDICATOR; 

ENTP-A (the debater)

83% - Extraverted

56% - Intuitive

79% - Thinking

78% - Prospecting

76% - Assertive 

Follow the path of the unsafe, independent thinker. Expose your ideas to the dangers of controversy. Speak your mind and fear less the label of ’crack-pot’ than the stigma of conformity. And on issues that seem important to you, stand up and be counted at any cost.  - Thomas J. Watson

The Debater personality type is the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. Debaters don’t do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, but for the simple reason that it’s fun. No one loves the process of mental sparring more than Debaters, as it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points.

Playing the devil’s advocate helps people with the Debater personality type to not only develop a better sense of others’ reasoning, but a better understanding of opposing ideas – since Debaters are the ones arguing them.

This tactic shouldn’t be confused with the sort of mutual understanding Diplomat personalities seek – Debaters, like all Analyst personality types, are on a constant quest for knowledge, and what better way to gain it than to attack and defend an idea, from every angle, from every side?

KINSEY SCALE 

Exclusively heterosexual.

BDSM TEST

86% Primal (Hunter) 

79% Master/Mistress 

62% Vanilla 

59% Degradee 

59% Switch 

57% Owner 

53% Non-monogamist 

52% Degrader 

48% Submissive 

46% Brat tamer 

46% Brat 

44% Sadist 

44% Experimentalist 

43% Dominant 

43% Masochist 

42% Daddy/Mommy 

41% Rigger 

38% Primal (Prey) 

37% Exhibitionist 

28% Slave 

11% Ageplayer 

7% Voyeur 

3% Rope bunny 

1% Pet 

0% Boy/Girl

[treacherous-kane]

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[claytonfoley]

treacherous-kane:

Kane had done his best to avoid almost every single royal on the island. It wasn’t an easy life, most pirates didn’t trust him and even the royals thought he had planned to kill his father. Only his crew were the only ones he knew would support him. It was a lonely life at times but it was better then having his head chopped off or whatever his father was planning on doing to him if he ever returned home. He was heading up from the beach, having woken up early to go for a swim. On his way back to his villa, he caught the sight of someone coming his way. He almost considered turning around and walking the other way but it would draw too much attention, instead he decided to continue his walk, “Morning.” He mumbled, making sure to avoid the other’s gaze almost completely.

There were really only two things to do on the island, sex and drinking. And while Clayton wasn’t against sex, the night previous felt like the night to binge drink. There was no particular reason for the drinking; he wasn’t depressed or angry, he was just bored. And what did one do when they were bored? Find a cure for that boredom. He sought out Jax, challenging the fellow pirate to little drinking competition which resulted in the two of them being heavily drunk and the winner unknown.  It was the morning after and Clayton had woken up in the lounge, cuddling a bottle of rum and sporting a pounding headache. His body was sore as he pushed himself up and off the couch, his head spinning a clear indicator that he was still drunk. Not as heavily as the night before but just enough to have him stumbling as he made his way back to the villa. The bottle hung loosely between his fingers as he walked, eyes casted down as he was focused on not stumbling off the path. He hadn’t noticed the other pirate a few feet ahead of him and had barely registered the quiet ‘hello’. But it was enough to grab his drunken attention and as he looked up to address the other, he realized his mistake when the motion and change of vision sent a wave of nausea to course through him. His cheeks swelled, and he turned in time to expel last night’s adventures on the sand.

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tatiana-nikolaevna:

She looked at him almost blankly as he mentioned the washer and dryer. Although she liked to think she was down to earth and worked hard to stop her status from going to her head, Tatiana had never washed her own clothes, although she had once sat with her maid as she had done the laundry. “Right, sure.. Washer and dryer, I can figure that out. It can’t be too hard, right?” Nodding, the blonde tried to look confident in herself, but the sudden thought that popped into her head had made her uneasy once more. She didn’t want to as him in this, but they were so close to the laundry room, he was the only person she could ask. “Would you.. I mean, could you, sorry, would you mind unzipping this? I can’t reach, you know, that’s probably not the best idea. I’ll find someone else, sorry to have bothered you.”

He continued to look at her with a smirk, waiting for her to go and fail miserably at the task. If she was lucky enough, her handler would have taught all of this the first day she was here. They also would have shown her where the spare clothing was. But it seems that they didn’t and it wasn’t Clayton’s job to fill in their shoes. “No, no, no, it’s fine,” he said in response to her request. Before she could step away, he had already moved behind her and was working on undoing the zipper. “I’m a pretty good helping hand.” Had he been anyone else, his actions might have seemed genuinely sincere. But this was Clayton and he always had ulterior motives.

[christopherwooddaily]

[claytonfoley]

blueblxod:

“To be fair, I didn’t know anyone else was here right now,”  he was too distracted with singing, and didn’t exactly noticed that he wasn’t alone in the beach. “Not really, I can’t do much around here, so I thought about coming here and just watch the sea, i guess,”  he wasn’t really trying to be sassy, he wouldn’t risk  using a tone of voice like that with a pirate, he was honestly more scared of them doing something with his brother to punish him, than hurting him. He was scared of them hurting him too, but the fear of them doing it with his brother was bigger.

He took an exaggerated look around, checking to see if maybe someone else had just heard the bullshit that came out of the royal’s mouth. “You do know that we’re on an island, right? Not exactly a lot of places for people to be.” While it wouldn’t serve the prince well to backtalk Clayton, the pirate had all the free reign to say what he pleased without consequence. And Clayton just loved to get under people’s skin. “Hm. Then maybe you should ask your handler for something to do.”