THE REDHEAD.

TEMPORARY THEME. rowan jameson: pirate, justifier, scarlet bride. independent roleplay for the redhead from the pirates of the caribbean attraction. please read guidelines & about before interaction. written by: bee est. 9/22/2016 icon psd thanks to thecodekeeper

[hangtherulesarchive]

          ❛ i prefer captain swann. ❜

          her eyes narrowed slightly, a look of uncertain scrutiny upon her features. it wasn’t unusual for people to recognize her, or at least assume that she was the person they searched for. even so, elizabeth often found herself feeling a bit wary when any stranger approached her, forever uncertain as to their motives. she was the pirate king now, after all, and being so closely tied with the brethren court brought enemies of its own, outside of the ones she’d already brought down upon herself.

          ❛ is there any particular reason for your seeking me out? ❜

[thercdhead-blog]

              “ i think elizabeth will do. ”

     she replies rather quickly, head tilting back to expose her eyes. this was clearly an important matter to rowan because she was normally respectful of other captains and pirates just like herself. but she seemed almost rude. rash, even. a heavy breath leaves within her chest and out er nose, rough on it’s exit.

       “ i need some help rescuing my crew. they’ve been taken. ”

[trickstercaptain-archive]

       An auction. There was perhaps an irony in that which might have been amusing under any other circumstances ( now he could understand a little better why Giselle and Scarlett had been so mad with him ), but as it was, Jack had no intention of being sold off to anyone – not as a slave or… anything else, and most certainly not to be dispatched to the Royal Navy in order to face the gallows. All he needed was to get out of his restraints, retrieve his effects and make an escape.

      ‟ Unless said map is sharp enough to cut rope, not useful at all, luv. ”

       His tone was good-natured as he glanced across at her, overhearing her remark – one of only a handful of prisoners that the guards had locked inside this room before the auction actually took place – and wondering exactly what sort of map was so IMPORTANT to her as to be mentioned now. He supposed that it would make for a pleasant enough topic of conversation while he continued working at the rope around his own wrists.

       ‟ Still, lead anywhere nice, does it? ”

[thercdhead-blog]

     Eyes raise up to the voice in question, spotting just who it belonged to. Rowan did not offer a smile or any sort of gesture that might say she was glad to see him.  Instead she grumbled once more and looked back down to the bind, trying her best to pull them apart. They’d cleared the room of any and all belongings that might have been in it previously. That certainly limited her options of cutting the rope . In fact, it looked as if there were no options left and she was stuck being sold off- for once not part of her plan.

                    “ Course it does. Why else would I bloody well have it? ”

     She nearly spits at him, not intending to be so cruel. The woman was frustrated and it was understandable as to why she was. While Rowan spent most of her time being sold off and killing her buyers, she hadn’t scouted this port out. She was going in blind, a frightening thought for her. But she did not show it.

[handofhonor]

          the sudden voiced caused the man to stop. he had been paying more attention to everything but his path in front of him. ned looked her up and down once. from the tone of voice, ned wasn’t entirely sure if she knew where she was. however, he simply stepped to the side. it would be easier than just standing there.

          “my apologies.”

[thercdhead-blog]

      rowan could have just continued on her way but she found herself stuck in place, staring the man down. he was someone new and someone that she did not recognize. this port was one of her frequented ones so to see an unfamiliar person sent flags in her head. head tilted to the head as she gazed at his face.

            “ you a new one? ”

[dxdger]

Dodger kicked a bottle so it skidded alone the dirt road. Ain’t near enough folk sober enough to think anything on like laying cobbles in a place like Tortuga, but that was alright. He didn’t mind so much that it was different from London. Rather enjoyed that bit, come to think of it. And people was people everywhere they went, coming to a stop as the lady called out to him, shaking his head a little so his hat sat just so.

    “Ain’t all alone, huh. Have a ship down at port and my Captain’s just inside.”

Or at least, that marked the truth the last he checked.

[thercdhead-blog]

She kicked her legs over the rail she sat on, giving a small jump to land upon the ground. The way she approached him was not her normal sarcastic fashion with any other person her age but with grace and caution. This was a child after all or, at least, someone younger than her. Once she was a couple of feet away, she kneeled down upon the ground.

              “ Oh yeah? What’s your Captain’s name? ”

[undauntedloyalty]

Gillette restrained himself from rolling his eyes at her remark. Tortuga was not his ideal place to be either, yet his task made the visit necessary. His cleanliness and choice of dress made his profession obvious among this island of thieves, pirates and brigands. The navy issued sword hung on his side (where he hoped it could stay).

“Thank you for your kind advice. However, it might be the place for the man I am looking for. James Norrington?”

[thercdhead-blog]

She shakes her head a little bit at his word, actually giving a small scoff. The audacity of him to think she was being kind had her almost offended. Perhaps Rowan was not being rude enough and needed to up the sarcasm. For now the woman just shook her head a little bit, giving a small laugh. 

                     “ Name ain’t familiar. ”

[thercdhead-blog]

all starters and replies will be done tomorrow, i promise !! i had to study for a test all day so it kept me really distracted. tomorrow i just have an essay to do but it’ll be easy. thanks for being so awesome and patient with me as i settle into this character and a routine. you are all amazing !!

[thercdhead-blog]

like for a starter !!

[ofthewiind-deactivated20170726]

&. 

❛and if i don’t? plan on SHOOTING me with that gun?❜ eyebrow is arched and arms are across her chest. she knows she is potentially playing with fire, but she has been through too much….seen too much, to be spoken to in such a way.

[thercdhead-blog]

she cannot help the chuckle that escapes her, head giving a small shake.  “ i ain’t gonna shoot ya. no need to waste my bullets for no reason. ” the redhead assures the other as she gives her gun a light pat.

[starkmatriarch]

The movement was so swift that Catelyn felt the blade pressed against her stomach before she had chance to see it. The touch was light but the pressure firm, leaving her in no doubt that should she wish it, this woman was more than capable of pushing the steel through dress and corset and skin and flesh. Fear beat painfully in Catelyn’s heart and dried her throat, but she forced herself not to remember nor to stumble away. 

When the threat was taken away, dagger in hand replaced once more by a bottle, Catelyn permitted herself to breath a moment before speaking. “My daughters” She answered, “Taken. Both of them”

[thercdhead-blog]

And just like that, Rowan’s heartstrings were plucked and she found herself CARING. WORRIED. How old were her daughters? It would depend on the auctioneer who took them if they were in any serious danger. Either way, she could not just stand idly by anymore or throw sarcastic remarks at the woman. Bottle was shoved into the hands of a nearby patron before she dug out a map from her jacket’s pocket. It was carefully unrolled and laid down upon the nearest table.

Using glasses, she flattened it out then placed a candle nearby- the pub was dark after all. “Which port?” The woman questions while motioning towards the map. It was of all the ports in the area, each with little marks next to one another and a name- the auctioneer in charge of the area. “Where were they taken?”

[umanisti]

fuck you.

[thercdhead-blog]

     she’s doing her best to blend in with the people of port royal, keeping her head down and moving with the crowds. rowan knew this place held a lot of money and a lot of money was exactly what she needed.  quietly she moved through the richer neighborhood, eyes looking away as her shoulder bumped someone else’s. immediately she put on a facade and offered him a fake smile, but one that appeared sweet.

               “ oh, excuse me! ”

@lordiism

[thercdhead-blog]

so sorry i didn’t get anything done today !! my sorority took up most of my afternoon. i promise to get things done tomorrow !!

[thercdhead-blog]

does anyone know of a good psd for black sails? i kinda wanna redo my icons.

[cvctusghosts]

[thercdhead-blog]

     she sits outside the pub, drinking from her own bottle of rum whilst watching the drunk people run amok on the streets. it’s quite the entertainment for her. looking at her, one might think rowan cruel or hard-shelled. the glare on her face and sullen eyes added to such an opinion. but she actually had a heart, way deep down that she’d attempted to bury. however, it seemed to try and leap out when she saw a young boy alone.

                      “ hey, kid. what in the hell you doin’ out by yourself? ”

@dxdger

[thercdhead-blog]

     a new port, a new target. before she decided to go off and get caught by the auctioneer in town, rowan always made it a point to scout the place out. it wasn’t hard to tell who was the richest in town and what their types were, since they flaunted it all about the place. but as she moved along, her eyes were focused on a nearby building and not in front of her, leading her directly into the chest of a person. of course, she wasn’t going to take the blame.

                           “ watch it! ”

@damnbutcher

[thercdhead-blog]

     a drink is what she desperately needed but this was place strange. the people dressed funny, the streets were no longer dirt, and everything smelled...nice. nothing felt familiar. even the look of her ship on the water seemed totally off. but rowan was determined. not only for herself but for her crew. moving through the docks a little bit, her eyes caught the sight of a man.

              “ oy, you there! i need to speak to you. ”

@captxinjones