DON'T CALL ME JAKOB!!!

The name's Dimitri, or Nathaniel, I'll usually answer to either.

[wildwolfxstrangledwolf]

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I know I’m behind on replies, they’re being saved to drafts. I’m also on a bit of a hiatus while getting ready for college and now also due to having broken my wrist. Hopefully I’ll be able to dig into them at some point though it might be after I start school.

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I have other accounts where I don’t owe so far as I know so I won’t link them here, but they’re under the semi-hiatus too.

[stray-irish]

This blog is pretty much on hiatus and has been. this is just a formal hey i’m on hiatus thing.

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[lostwiththemuses]

Renee looked interested, “You play as well? You’re quite artistic as well” she looked down at her sketch pad “The most musical i can get is singing when im cleaning the house, and only when im home alone” her eyes narrowed noting a flaw in her drawing being quite critical of her work she erased one of the cats whiskers to redraw it in more crookedly. 

The praise to her drawing caused her to silently glow with pride, compliments were something to be treasured as they were hardly given to her. She looked up flicking her eyes around once again, ever wary, it was not worth her salt to be caught out here with another guy. She internally cringed at the thought, she was starved for normal human interaction, and simply couldn’t help but talk to Dimitri. 

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He nodded as he closed his sketch book again. “I can’t sing very well. Not that it stops me from trying.” He joked.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable, I can go.” He said, glancing back to the gate where people were still walking by. Normal foot traffic for this time of day.

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Dimitri couldn’t blame her for thinking vehicles were strange or for sitting in such a defensive position. As he started the car the radio came on, he quickly hit the power button, shutting it off. One thing at a time. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not a guy you have to worry about making a move on you. You’re not my type.” He said as he headed toward the area where he lived, where it wasn’t as crowded. “So where do you want to go? We’re within driving distance of the shore but there’s no ships there that I know of.” He said. Technically it would be a short road trip but she didn’t know that.

[thewomanpirate]

The words caused her to lift her head and fix him with an amused look “I am a woman pirate, everywhere I go I have men trying to ‘make a move’ on me. They quickly learn when I am not interested” she flashed a grin that was as sharp as a knifes blade. The look changed to one of interest “there is still ships? Where are we going now? I dislike your loud carriage, it expels disgusting fumes” she kept her defensive position but her head had lifted to watch him sharply

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Dimitri couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well, I’m not like a lot of guys. I’m not into the Elizabeth Swanns, I go more for the Jack Sparrows or the Will Turners or occasionally the Ragetti though I prefer people with both eyes.” He said still chuckling. “Uh, yeah. Most are tourist stuff though. Cruises and such. Figured you could use some food and If we’re heading for the shore I need to get some clothes.” He ignored the comment about his car, he knew it wasn’t the best but it got him where he needed to be. 

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[thewomanpirate]

Claire followed the man appearing edgy, staring at the strange contraption she stopped in her tracks. Listening to his description she frowned before nodding slowly “I see…. it looks strange” resisting the urge to leave she moved forward again. Giving a nod of her head in thanks to the opened door she awkwardly scrambled in and drew her knees up to her chest defensivley feeling vulnerable int his strange….. thing. 

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Dimitri couldn't blame her for thinking vehicles were strange or for sitting in such a defensive position. As he started the car the radio came on, he quickly hit the power button, shutting it off. One thing at a time. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not a guy you have to worry about making a move on you. You're not my type." He said as he headed toward the area where he lived, where it wasn't as crowded. "So where do you want to go? We're within driving distance of the shore but there's no ships there that I know of." He said. Technically it would be a short road trip but she didn't know that.

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Finn slipped his knife back into his belt, the last of the three daimons turning into nothing but dust on the ground. He smirked and headed for the street. Food beckoned as he hadn't eaten yet tonight. His phone rang as he sat down in the small restaurant. "Finn 'ere, and it best be good, I'm about to eat." He answered.

[lostwiththemuses]

[lostwiththemuses]

A voice startled her out of her careful drawing, she snapped the sketch book closed and seemed to fold in on her self a little looking up at whoever spoke with a hesitant and fearful look on her features. Blue eyes stared at the man before placing him as the one who drew…

[lostwiththemuses]

She looked immediately interested when he spoke about writing, she looked about to ask a question before falling silent and listening to what he had to say “being alone is nice” she agreed tucking her pencil behind an ear, “but there’s some nice animals around here that are pleasant to spend time with as well” she leafed through the almost full sketch pad to stop on a detailed drawing of an old alley cat with one ear and a crooked tail.

The sketch of the guitar caught her eye and she tilted her head studying it “that’s interesting, I’ve never gotten the chance to try sketching a musical instrument they’ve always looked hard to draw though” the question from earlier continued to burn in her mind until she blurted “sorry! But um before you said you write, what kind of things do you write?” Interest was clearly written all over her gentle features, her eyes continued their wary surveying of the street before flicking back to the males face.

[stray-irish]

He didn't say anything but silently agreed about animals being nice to be around. He smiled at the sketch of the rough looking old alley cat. "You draw really well."

"That's part of why I came here. I kept getting distracted by either drawing or playing that." He said, motioning to the sketch of the guitar. "Almost anything. Sometimes it's like a journal of how i'm feeling, other times it's stuff that i'm looking at." He didn't mind talking about his writing, most of it anyway. His day to day stuff was safe territory but he was a bit more guarded about his stuff where he talked about his feelings in more depth.

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[thewomanpirate]

Claire narrowed her eyes and waited whilst Dimitri rushed off, wondering if he was getting reinforcements she folded her arms and rocked backwards on her heels uneasily. What on earth was she going to do? Everything she’d fought for, everything she’d lost, it had all been for nothing. She lowered her head slightly anger and unhappiness flowing through her mind, what was she going to do, what could she do? 

Looking up when Dimitri returned she gave a brisk nod “If you think I wont stand out dressed like this….” she was still dressed in the clothes that she had worn on her ship. Her precious ship, her arms unfolded and she lifted a hand to reach underneath her top a little to grasp a silver pendant on a necklace for a moment. Taking a short breath she released it and focused on him again “Lead the way”

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Dimitri glanced again at what Claire was wearing. "Uh, They'll probably think you're in costume." He said, hoping that explanation would work. He led the way back out the door leading to the alley and walked to the street where he was parked. Then realized a car may freak her out.

"Uh, this is the best way to get around. It's the closest thing anymore to carriages." He explained as he unlocked the door manually instead of using the keychain. "Believe me it's faster than walking." He added, holding the door open.

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[thewomanpirate]

Claire stared at him “You’re mad, its 1718” she quickly became tense and sprung up agilely  from her seat, she didn’t reach for any weaponry having decided that Dimitri was not a threat as he appeared to be  unarmed. Although she had a few tricks up her sleeve incase she was wrong, however she was more concerned with what year the madman claimed it was. “2015… thats…. thats impossible… tell me this is some kind of joke” with the added stress the throbbing in the back of her head only got worse. She wanted to run, flee from this, as a small part of her nagged that the man was not mad or lying. That somehow she had ended up somewhere far away from her ship, and far out of her time. 

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Dimitri eyed the tray wondering how much use it would be if she pulled her sword on him again. Not much probably he guessed and all he had on him were his keys, a bottle opener and a pen plus the necklace he always wore but the small cross wouldn't help much. "No, it's not a joke." He told her.

He made a 'one minute' motion and went and found his boss. "Hey, uh something's come up, can I take off?" He asked. Once he got an affirmative answer he headed back to the other room. "Let's head out and we can talk about this more." He suggested.

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[lostwiththemuses]

Caged || Stray-Irish

[lostwiththemuses]

A voice startled her out of her careful drawing, she snapped the sketch book closed and seemed to fold in on her self a little looking up at whoever spoke with a hesitant and fearful look on her features. Blue eyes stared at the man before placing him as the one who drew the novice level map, the fearful look receeded and she gave a slightly wary smile “Yes, I was able to get new pencils and an eraser” it wasn’t worth her salt to be caught out here talking to Dimitri. She knew that and gave a careful glance around, just to make sure she told herself.

 Returning her gaze to him she chewed on her lip nervously “Thank you again for the map, it helped me out alot” reasoning to herself that anything that could happen to her had already happened she slowly opened the sketch pad again, flipping past the improved map to the drawing’ she’d started today. She hadn’t noticed him when she’d walked here, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in a place like this, her teeth bit at her bottom lip again before she asked “Im sorry if im bothering you, but I was wondering what you were doing here? I I just mean that not many would want to come to a place like this” 

[stray-irish]

The scared look in her eyes made him uncomfortable. If he ever saw such a scared look in his own sister's eyes he and his brothers would be after the guy who caused it. Even though he didn't know this woman he wondered what made her so wary that she was looking around so much. "That's good, glad I could be of help."

"You weren't bothering me. I was done and leaving when I noticed you sitting here." He explained. "I came here to write. I find it easier to write outside sometimes, especially today." He explained as he put his earphones in his pocket. "Not many people is sort of what makes it a good spot, don't know about you but sometimes I can use a lack of people." He added, flipping open his notebook past lousy sketches, and his attempts at lyrics and poems to two facing pages. One was what he'd just written the other was a half finished sketch of his guitar he'd started while trying to keep from playing the thing at home.

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[thewomanpirate]

"Most assume that all pirates drink, it is an assumption I am used to" she replied, she fiddled with the end of her braid "This place… is different" she spoke musingly her tongue loosened enough already from the alcohol "There is strange fumes in the air, the last thing i remember was being on board my ship, and we were fleeing Nassau after the british blockade…" she rubbed her temples a confused air hanging around Claire. Even the clothes Dimitri wore were strange and different from what she was used to, although she did her best to not show it she was anxious and slightly fearful of this new place

[stray-irish]

"Yeah, it's definitely strange if you're used to coastal cities. As for the bar, this is as calm as it ever gets since the only people here are workers." He said, then he discreetly sniffed the air. Floor cleaner. "A couple of the other people I work with are mopping, I think you're smelling bleach water." He suggested then he listened to her speak. He was confused, she was talking about a British blockade of the Bahamas. World History wasn't his strong subject but he was pretty sure they weren't under British rule anymore. "In case you're wondering, the year is 2015." He said warily.

[lostwiththemuses]

Caged || Stray-Irish

[lostwiththemuses]

Renee paid close attention, eyes following the drawing on the napkin, she bit her tongue when it came to her thoughts on his drawing style telling herself that a map wasn’t a drawing so she shouldn’t critizise. That and the fact was that she should never critizise, taking the napkin she looked up at him “Thank you mr Dimitri” her voice was less timid than before but still rather submissive. She appeared to have an internal battle about being polite but also following the rules “Im um Renee” she glanced down to the map again before wandering off she held the map in her left hand her more dominant hand and exited the bar quietly. 

By the time she got home she was exhausted but pleased, she’d managed to buy a new pack of pencils and an eraser with the left over money. She hesitantly stored away the liquor and sat down comfortably in a chair copying the map onto a piece of paper and leaving room for more addons. 

It was a few days before she was allowed out of the house again, and as usual she hurried to complete her tasks before she found a place to sit down and draw. With the sun streaming down and warming her back she carefully drew the street but instead of the traffic instead she made the art piece look as if it had been abandoned and plants were retaking the concrete and stone. 

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"You're welcome Renee." He said with a nod and a smile. He knew he couldn't draw maps very well but he hadn't wanted to subject her to trying to read his handwriting. He watched as she exited, making sure she didn't get harassed by patrons then tucked his pen into his pocket and went back to work.

He had a couple days off the next week and spent them relaxing, glad for the relative quiet. He found himself in a park that not many used anymore with his notebook in hand. He'd tried writing sitting at his house but he hadn't been able to think there, he'd wound up toying with his guitar instead. Given, he had one of his earbuds in now but there was, he found, a difference between writing while listening to music and trying to write while his guitar was sitting there tempting him.

He saw someone pass on the street outside the fence and it got included in the description of his surroundings as he wrote. 'The benches are cracked, grass is over long. Swings haven't swung in a while but surprisingly the fence stands just fine as if everyone wants it to be seen even if everything else is damaged. Someone sits in the too-tall grass within, watching through the upkept chainlink as others go by, ignoring cracked sidewalks and damaged asphalt.' He kept his head tucked low over his writing, left foot tapping slightly to the tempo of his music. He set his pen down and glanced around, noticing the person that had been walking past had taken a seat facing the street. His cheeks colored slightly, well at least they hadn't seen him see them then start writing and come over, he thought. He closed his notebook and replaced his other earbud as he got up. As he walked out he glanced at the person watching the street and noticed it was the girl who'd asked him for directions. She looked deep in focus, a mindset he knew. But before he could stop himself his big mouth opened, "Looks like you found the art store." He said, sitting back down where he wouldn't block her view of the street.

[lostwiththemuses]

Caged || Stray-Irish

Renee Dixon was lost, very lost, recently she and her forced partner had moved to this city and he had immediately ordered her to go and find a liquor store. She must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, she thought opening the rather large map again, a moment of flicking her eyes over it she sighed and tucked it away again. Next time she was drawing her own map, she decided with a gentle huff, a bar off to one side caught her attention and she paused wondering if she should ‘bite the bullet’ and ask for directions. She debated her options for a moment before realizing that anything bad that could happen to her in there had already happened to her at some point. 

Pushing the door open the startlingly pretty young woman cut a sorry figure, make up not quite covering the large bruise around her eye and cheek and a harried tense look to her. Giving anyone else within the bar a wide berth she made her way towards someone who looked like he worked there “Im sorry” she began in her soft voice “But im new to this town and Im really quite badly lost” she wrung her hands anxiously “Could you point me toward a decent liquor store” she hesitated her eyes darting from left to right as if checking for someone before quickly adding “and an art shop too if its not too much trouble sir” 

[stray-irish]

Dimitri was on what he referred to as half-and-half duty tonight. He only had to be behind the bar when the band took breaks, otherwise he was playing security, standing in the wings and keeping an eye out for trouble. He'd had to confiscate two fake IDs and block a guy who was already drunk from coming in. It had been a busy night.

He heard a soft voice coming from his right and looked over to find a girl with a slight bruise showing on her cheek. She looked spooked. "It's okay. It's easy to get lost here. If you'd like I can draw you a map to a liquor store, and an art store that's between here and there." He said, smiling and pulling a pen from his pocket and looking around for something to draw on. The first thing to hand was a napkin, so he started drawing. "You're here..." He said, drawing a square with an x through it, "You go back outside, turn left, go for two blocks, hang a right and you'll see an art store on the left-hand side of the road." He drew lines and wrote a 2 for the number of blocks to go, then drew a square and wrote the name of the art store. "Then at the end of that block, across the street is a liquor store." He said drawing another square and writing another name. He flipped the napkin over to where the bar's logo was printed and wrote his name. "That's my name if you need any more directions, I'm a bartender and bouncer here."

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[thewomanpirate]

She ripped off a strip of cloth from her outfit and poured some of the rum into a glass, dipping the rag into the glass she felt around the back of her head before finding the wound with a wince. Knowing this was going to stink like hell she bit the inside of her lip before dabbing at the wound the alcohol helping to sterilize the deep cut. Once she was done she placed the rag on the tray and eyed the alcohol in the glass “Water is usually preferred… but i think this situation calls for alcohol just this once” 

She downed the rest of the rum in a single motion pulling a slight face, focusing on the stranger again she fiddled with her outfit a little before speaking “Thank you, I owe you for this” 

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Dimitri took a sip of his soda as he watched Claire tend her wound. "Sorry. I didn't know. It does a good job of disinfecting though." He said. "I don't drink, guess I shouldn't have figured you did." He added, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're welcome. I'll consider you not holding weapons on me anymore as payment enough." He said, smiling a bit.

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