Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 2:47:43 GMT -5
Two years ago...On Amino Island
"You Fail-stroms can go on without me! I would never work with a buncha losers like you guys! Do you even know who I am? I'm the Assassin Queen of Pirates' Market, you fools! Venus Jades, never forget it!"
Present Day...
Wooden floorboards creaked incessantly to an intolerable and sporadic rhythm, sea salt breakers crashed along the sides of an unknown wooden vessel and lifeless chains clinked against the iron bars that held their residents as the entire structure turned and churned across the waves of the tumultuous North Blue.
A few men scattered around the brig were either occupied groaning and wallowing in their filth or providing much needed waste to an unsuspecting neighbor. The rancid stench was fortunately vented out through several barred windows above the fatigued prisoners' heads. A handful of dimly lit lanterns were riddled across the area, lighting only what were essential for navigation through the chamber of hell: the doors.
From a first glance, the room surely would cause any weak-kneed trespasser to tremble in fear. An even longer duration of observation would open up the viewer's mind to the true terrors of the brig's contents. What was truly frightening about this room were not the conditions but the prisoners. Every single face was worn, torn, vile, rugged and seeking out trouble save for a few individuals.
One such resident lay across the vomit-soaked floor, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, in search of an answer.
Her once dual hued hair had faded away to a bright bundle of glimmering golden strands that reflected the light coming in through the window. Her visage, once a great cesspool of sadism and havoc, was now replaced with the countenance of a pathetic and sorry fool. Across her body were clear indications of struggle and abuse, permanently scarred along the tender surface of her pale skin. They could easily be covered up but she chose not to; they were reminders of the degrading acts she endured the past two years. Fate crafted such strange destinies, she would try to tell herself. As if it were some external force of power that controlled all the events of her life and the ones around her. No, she had only herself to blame. Only herself, Venus Jades.
A commotion occurred between two of the prisoners in the cell adjacent to hers. From whatever the mistress pirate could make out or comprehend, the fools were planning on a breakout. "How stupid must they be?" she muttered to herself. With a clearing of the throat, Venus made a feeble attempt at projecting her voice across the room. "No one's broken out of here for as long as I've been on this damn ship. So in other words...Never." The only response she received was a series of nausea inducing coughs. Stop hoping. Give up. I have a long time ago. And nothing's changed.
Jades shut her eyes and opened up to the calm, cool darkness that embraced her in times of need. When the whip cracked itself upon her back, darkness was there. When the crimson drops spilled across the snowy complexion, darkness was there. When a disease spread across the ship and killed off over half of the crew and its 'cargo,' darkness was still there. For nearly two years, Venus had to live in her head yet for some reason, the expected did not come to pass. The psychopathic pirate's psyche could not deteriorate any more than it already had. Instead of growing insane by the day, she gained portions of sanity and stabilized her mental state. The day came when Jades developed into a being commonly referred to as 'normal.' But that was hardly the case for she only masqueraded as one of the ordinary, of the mundane. Deep down, chaos reigned her heart but lay dormant, patiently awaiting the day it could wreak ruin and horror upon the world again. That was months ago.
Now, all Venus ever did was aim her lifeless eyes at the ceiling, awaiting nothing for that was what she had become. Absolutely nothing. She was but a mere shell, a shadow of the great tormentor from years past. And as Jades turned her stiff, tense neck to view the lowly lot who dared to wish for a better tomorrow, she couldn't help but feel sorry for those still holding on to that painful affliction known so famously as hope.
She sat up so as not to strain her neck but resumed her smug, condescending scrutiny. The cell in front of her were all full of vulgarity and filth, not a good start for these poor hopefuls. The next two produced the same results and began to bore the already weary gal. Venus felt so inconvenienced at the thought of rotating her head just to examine the very same scum who sat before her. But just to satisfy her ego, she proceeded to turn back quickly and determined to herself that nothing she observed held any significance. She was most certainly not intrigued by...wait. The flummoxed lady widened her eyes and for a brief moment, the slightest sneer began to form along the edges of those droopy red lips. Jades swiveled her torso so rapidly that as her entire spine cracked, the sound resonated across brig's empty silence.
White hair!?...A Violet Tear!? A great trembling and a rapid series of gasps could be heard from the quivering mouth of Venus Jades. The cautious pirate crawled ever so slowly and whispered ever so silently to herself, "I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE, 'VIOLET TEAR' SORA!"
"You Fail-stroms can go on without me! I would never work with a buncha losers like you guys! Do you even know who I am? I'm the Assassin Queen of Pirates' Market, you fools! Venus Jades, never forget it!"
Present Day...
Wooden floorboards creaked incessantly to an intolerable and sporadic rhythm, sea salt breakers crashed along the sides of an unknown wooden vessel and lifeless chains clinked against the iron bars that held their residents as the entire structure turned and churned across the waves of the tumultuous North Blue.
A few men scattered around the brig were either occupied groaning and wallowing in their filth or providing much needed waste to an unsuspecting neighbor. The rancid stench was fortunately vented out through several barred windows above the fatigued prisoners' heads. A handful of dimly lit lanterns were riddled across the area, lighting only what were essential for navigation through the chamber of hell: the doors.
From a first glance, the room surely would cause any weak-kneed trespasser to tremble in fear. An even longer duration of observation would open up the viewer's mind to the true terrors of the brig's contents. What was truly frightening about this room were not the conditions but the prisoners. Every single face was worn, torn, vile, rugged and seeking out trouble save for a few individuals.
One such resident lay across the vomit-soaked floor, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, in search of an answer.
Her once dual hued hair had faded away to a bright bundle of glimmering golden strands that reflected the light coming in through the window. Her visage, once a great cesspool of sadism and havoc, was now replaced with the countenance of a pathetic and sorry fool. Across her body were clear indications of struggle and abuse, permanently scarred along the tender surface of her pale skin. They could easily be covered up but she chose not to; they were reminders of the degrading acts she endured the past two years. Fate crafted such strange destinies, she would try to tell herself. As if it were some external force of power that controlled all the events of her life and the ones around her. No, she had only herself to blame. Only herself, Venus Jades.
A commotion occurred between two of the prisoners in the cell adjacent to hers. From whatever the mistress pirate could make out or comprehend, the fools were planning on a breakout. "How stupid must they be?" she muttered to herself. With a clearing of the throat, Venus made a feeble attempt at projecting her voice across the room. "No one's broken out of here for as long as I've been on this damn ship. So in other words...Never." The only response she received was a series of nausea inducing coughs. Stop hoping. Give up. I have a long time ago. And nothing's changed.
Jades shut her eyes and opened up to the calm, cool darkness that embraced her in times of need. When the whip cracked itself upon her back, darkness was there. When the crimson drops spilled across the snowy complexion, darkness was there. When a disease spread across the ship and killed off over half of the crew and its 'cargo,' darkness was still there. For nearly two years, Venus had to live in her head yet for some reason, the expected did not come to pass. The psychopathic pirate's psyche could not deteriorate any more than it already had. Instead of growing insane by the day, she gained portions of sanity and stabilized her mental state. The day came when Jades developed into a being commonly referred to as 'normal.' But that was hardly the case for she only masqueraded as one of the ordinary, of the mundane. Deep down, chaos reigned her heart but lay dormant, patiently awaiting the day it could wreak ruin and horror upon the world again. That was months ago.
Now, all Venus ever did was aim her lifeless eyes at the ceiling, awaiting nothing for that was what she had become. Absolutely nothing. She was but a mere shell, a shadow of the great tormentor from years past. And as Jades turned her stiff, tense neck to view the lowly lot who dared to wish for a better tomorrow, she couldn't help but feel sorry for those still holding on to that painful affliction known so famously as hope.
She sat up so as not to strain her neck but resumed her smug, condescending scrutiny. The cell in front of her were all full of vulgarity and filth, not a good start for these poor hopefuls. The next two produced the same results and began to bore the already weary gal. Venus felt so inconvenienced at the thought of rotating her head just to examine the very same scum who sat before her. But just to satisfy her ego, she proceeded to turn back quickly and determined to herself that nothing she observed held any significance. She was most certainly not intrigued by...wait. The flummoxed lady widened her eyes and for a brief moment, the slightest sneer began to form along the edges of those droopy red lips. Jades swiveled her torso so rapidly that as her entire spine cracked, the sound resonated across brig's empty silence.
White hair!?...A Violet Tear!? A great trembling and a rapid series of gasps could be heard from the quivering mouth of Venus Jades. The cautious pirate crawled ever so slowly and whispered ever so silently to herself, "I'VE SEEN YOU BEFORE, 'VIOLET TEAR' SORA!"