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Log; Ongoing

When; Now, Dirty Secret Day
Rating; PG to PG13 for Adeline talking at length about killing people ♥
Characters; Adeline

adelinesweet and Smee

b_q_smee
Summary; Adeline and Smee meet each other in town. Secrets happen.
Log;

Adeline was thinking about Iraq. More specifically, a boy named Bahadur Abraheemnajad. He had the most dazzling eyes. A perfect smile. Nimble hands. Dark hair. Adeline had been completely enrapt by the boy, so smart for only seven years old. She had talked to him, when his father came to visit the base. His father was translator, making French into the language of his people. Bahadur loved learning French.

Adeline had shot him in the head. His father had leaked information to an unknown party. The whole family had to die.

Adeline was thinking of a girl (Or a woman?) named Shaheen. Or, at least, Adeline thought her name had been Shaheen. It was what the woman Adeline thought might be her mother had shouted when the bullet had hit. But for all Adeline knew, ‘Shaheen’ meant “Help, someone shot my daughter!”. Adeline thought ‘Shaheen’ was a bit short, though, for a cry of help and anguish, but, on the other hand, Adeline had shot the mother before she could have finished her sentence.

And Adeline felt nothing. It was her job. The captain said “Pousse!” into her headset, so that person had to die. And that one. And that one. And she did it all with the grace and care that someone else, if they had a different job, might staple papers or fix their office lightbulb.

And Adeline could not stop thinking about this, her job. It didn’t bother her, but it bothered other people!

And she could think of nothing else but to tell someone!

Now, where was Smee? He said they where going to meet in the market place... where in the market place?

Adeline thought about a boy named Mohammed, and how his eyes had glazed over...

Where was Smee?

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Smee had trouble finding the market place at first, but when he did find it, he was rather pleased. The place wasn't overly busy, but there were people strolling around. But then...he had no idea what Miss Adeline looked like. He wandered a bit, passing people by. She had said that she was French but...did she look French?

"M-M-M-Miss Adeline?" he asked, in a louder voice than was normal for him, but was actually a normal voice tone for most people, right as he passed a young woman lost in thought.

There he was! Adeline turned to Smee. She thought about saying hello. She thought about greeting him. She thought about asking him why he had been kicked off his ship.

“I killed seven people the first time I went to Iraq,” She said. Quickly, she snapped her hands over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that! Oh, no, now he was going to start stuttering really bad now, and she would have to strain herself to understand again, like when she had told him she was a Capo.

She tried to mumble out some bleak apology, but, “I was promoted for that fact.” Was that correct grammar? She tried to ask, “I knew one of them personally, his name was Javaid.”

Ah, cher seigneur dans le ciel...

Smee stared as Adeline began spewing facts about...killing in a place called...Iraq?

"Um, uh, er, well..."

Everyone has their dirty little secrets.

"Uh... alr-r-r-rignt, I sup-p-pose, um...sh-shall we g-g-get t-t-tea?

Adeline stood perfectly still. Focus. She remembered when she had still been deployed to battlefields, before she had become a proper sniper. She remembered when she had been hit in the arm with debris, and her Major had told her 'Focus on the white-hot center of the pain and remove it. You will feel better.' It had worked.

So Adeline focused. Whatever was making her talk about all these stupid things was the white-hot center... she focused on saying, “Yes, tea... would be... good,” Success! Dieu sourit sur moi!

“I had to shoot Siavush twice because I missed the cerebral column,” Merde!

[ooc: you know what's also funny about the not-Arthur and not-Trillian thing? They're going for tea.]

Smee waited until she had gotten out the tea bit before he opened his mouth to speak, but then his jaw snapped shut as she spoke again. He swallowed.

"Well...I'm a p-p-p-pirate and I've k-k-k-killed a couple p-p-p-people, too." He glanced around, spotting the teahouse. He held is arm out to her. "Shall we?"

He shrugged. "And b-b-b-besides, at l-l-least you d-d-don't sit ar-round read-d-ding romance n-n-novels." He blinked, once, and then slapped a hand over his mouth, turning bright red.

“Oui,” she nodded, and clamped her jaw shut before anything else could come out of her mouth.

She briefly wondered how they where going to find a tea shop if none of them new a tea merchant, before Smee mentioned romance novels.

Before Adeline could stop or help herself, she giggled. Laughed. Thrust her hands over her mouth, and started to apologize. Though, what ended up coming out was something garbled by laugher and accent about how she had killed Khodadad, but she hoped Smee understood.

[ooc Well, it looks like tea...]

Smee opened his mouth to point out the Cafe Juliard but then...she giggled. He blinked once, twice, before he grinned, and giggled himself.

"R-r-r-r-ridiculous, isn't it?!" he asked, an interesting shade of red. "And I wear bunny slippers while I r-r-read them!" He gasped, slapping his hand back over his mouth, still laughing, at both himself, Adeline, and their utterly ridiculous situation.

The bunny slippers comment set her off. Another giggle, laugher and struggling to stop... This was all very rude!

“Je suis désolé, Je suis désolé!” She chortled. It was easier not to screw up and talk about how she had, “Always killed children first,” or how she was, “going to hell!” when she was speaking in French.

Wait. Had she just...? Merde!

Smee stoped laughing a moment. "Always killed children..."

"I...." He shook his head, an ironic smile on his face.

"Th-this is an interesting day." He chuckled. "And b-b-belive me, I th-th-think we're already in h-h-hell, so n-n-no worries th-there!"

"Not to mention that have a g-g-g-good cry helps m-m-me relax. And ch-ch-ch-chocolate. Tha-that's good---" Smee shook his head. "Oh d-d-dear! I have to stop t-t-t-talking about th-this!"

Adeline noticed the pause. It was expected. Well, he was a pirate, and even though they stole things... didn’t they have a code of honour? Something that said not to do the things she did?

And then the comment about a good cry and chocolate... In it’s self, that wasn’t exactly hilarious, but seeing the look on his face?

Adeline started to laugh again. She stopped herself, though, quickly this time, so it only sounded like a hyena’s panicked yip. Well, since he already knew her first secret, why not tell him the second one? Hopefully, the third wouldn’t be spilling out today.

“And do you know the best part?” She hoped it would cheer him up, it had made Vespasian laugh once or twice, “I am a strict Catholic. I would have become a nun if not a sniper shooter!”

At that, Smee couldn't contain himself. "Oh m-m-m-my--!" was all that he got out before he collapsed into giggles, haing to sit down on the edge of a fountaint that was nearby.

"D-d-d-do you want to kn-know what I was g-g-going to b-b-be? I was g-g-going to be a d-d-d-doctor! My p-p-p-parents w-w-wanted me to b-b-be a d-d-doctor and I d-d-didn't want t-t-to so I j-j-joined a shipping crew and later b-b-became a pirate!" he grinned. "My favorite n-n-novel is about a princes and---"

He slapped his hand over his mouth again, looking sheepishly up at Adeline.

“Yes, très drôle, pathétique” She nodded.

A doctor? Adeline chortled, and fell onto the fountain, quickly straitening herself into sitting position. A doctor? This man could hardly speak- chortles became laughter, high from her voice.

“I go to confessional three times a week when I’m in Paris, and...” Adeline paused, “I know all the nuns in the church on a first name basis!” She smiled. She hadn't wanted to mention that part, but it wasn't as big of a deal as killing people, she hoped

"pathétique"
That might hurt his pride more if he wasn't in near hysterics over their mutual ridiculous situation. He only laughed harder as Adeline revieled that she knew all the nuns in the church by first name!

"Are you k-k-k-k-kidding?!" he asked. "F-f-first name basis?!"

Smee laughed some more, stuttering a bit inbetween his laughter. "Oh! A-an-and I have a p-p-p-pair of v-v-very comfort-t-table pajamas tha-that I always w-w-wear and I always-always-always cry when I read them!!"

Smee turned a brilliant shade of red, but couldn't seem to stop himself from laughing.

“Well...” She knitted her brow, “I do still call them Souer- sister- out of respect...”

Paja...mas? Ah, bon Dieu, she was laughing again.

“I think...” a giggle, “we need,” a chortle, “...some tea.”

And then, “When I was little, I used to hide out in the church when my parents had fights. Sometimes, they would last long enough so I would steal communion wafers for food.” Merde, but at least she wasn’t talking about shooting people anymore...

Smee laughed along with her.

"I-Indeed! Tea!" he stood, holding out his arm to her, and, when she took it, steering them in the direction of the Cafe Juliet (which looked strangely like a Starbucks). He listened as she spoke of her parents, and cocked his head to the side a bit.

"S-s-sometimes I have to be a p-p-p-parent to Jas...especially wh-wh-when he acts v-v-very childish. S-s-s-sometimes it's a hassle and I w-w-wish I d-d-didn't have t-t-to, but wh-wh-when it comes d-d-down to it, I n-n-n-need him to n-n-need me."

Oh...WHAT?! Smee stopped in his tracks with a squeak, right infront of the doors to the Cafe.

"Oh, d-d-d-d-d-dear!"

Adeline found it rather odd that many coffee houses in France looked like the Café Juliet. Could... buildings get sucked here too?

She heard Smee say something very personal about the Hook character she had met... briefly. Oh, dear. The poor man... How had Swanhilde used to console her on things? Act as if it is completely normal!

“It’s fine,” She shrugged, “My mother is the same way,” She hoped the uncertainty of that statement stayed hidden.

Smee blinked, once, twice, before he sighed.

"O-oh. Um..." He shook his head, pushing the door to the cafe open and holding it open for her.

"I...I j-j-just d-d-didn't know that m-m-myself, I suppose...I guess I just use my p-p-p-promise to J-J-J-Jolly as an exc-c-cuse s-s-sometimes and--!"

Smee stoped talking again suddenly, looking quite shocked and astounded and a little scared.

"Oh d-d-d-d-d-d-dear."

Now, Adeline really felt sorry for him. This was hurting his pride. She hoped he would feel better tomorrow. Adeline walked in the door, and found an empty table.

“It’s fine, honestly!” She shrugged, “At least you are telling me that you care for people. Myself? Always the wrong people.”

Merde, merde, merde! Secret three!

Well, the only pride hurting part was the romance novels and the bunny slippers...the others were as much a surprise to him as they were everyone else.

"I care for a pirate. How is that not the wrong person?" he asked. He shook his head. "W-w-what would you l-l-like to drink?"

"I actually enjoyed killing Gulbarhar," Saved! She did not want to answer that question... She didn't want to talk of Honorine or Swanhilde or Romanie. Not now. Maybe not ever.

"Anything is fine..."

Smee nodded, both to the statement and her preferance in teas. "Be r-r-right back!" The skittish man made his way up to the counter, ording two cups of earl grey for them both, and fortunately for him, they were ready rather quickly, and he brought them back to the table, setting one down infront of Adeline.

"I...this day is weird." he stated, with a sigh.

Adeline sighed, "I agree completely."

She sipped the tea. Oh. Earl Grey. So... Brittish. But this man was Brittish, how could she blame him? "Thank you."

Smee lifted the cup to his mouth, sipping the tea, and letting out a small sigh. Oh, he had missed tea on the sea. They didn't have it often, and it was nice to have.

"Th-th-thank you f-f-for joining me." Smee stated, with a smile. "Th-th-though I fear I haven't p-p-picked the best d-d-day. Did you kn-know that I watched Jas kil--" Smee's tea cup clattered into its saucer as he set it down quickly, clapping his hands over his mouth, muffling the rest of what he was going to say. He dropped his hands after a moment, making sure the rest was gone.

"S-s-sorry about that..."

[ooc: please excuse my need to fangirl Hitchhiker's for a moment with the tea thing...]

Adeline smiled. Well, he liked it, so she would deal with it being Earl Grey.

"Ah-..." Adeline understood. Some things are best kept hidded, "You are welcome." was all she said.

[ooc Are you kidding? I do that all the time. Mostly with Tonks. Her apartment room is 42, and on cursing day she yelled 'Belgum'! And I am seriously thinking of picking up Ford, now >>;]

Smee nodded. "So, other than these h-h-h-horrid c-curses, h-h-how do you l-l-l-like it here?"

There! at least he managed to say that without stuttering out a secret.

[ooc:xD BELGUM! ~~dooooooo iiiittttttt! Smee can panic and Ford can be all "LOLZ, DON'T PANIC! :D"~~ *cough* I mean, what? *isgeekingout*]

"Ah... I am still undecided. It is not bettr nor worse than home."

She sipped her tea, "What about you, sir Smee?"

[ooc *Is totaly collecting Ford icons for this very reason* I mean, what?]

Smee chuckled, slightly. "Mr. Smee, if you p-p-p-please, or j-j-just Smee is fine." He cocked his head to the side a bit, thinking on that one.

"W-w-w-well it's...rather interesting and it's making change as a person and I'm not sure how I feel about that and it's quite frightening actually." Pretty much that whole section from "rather" to "actually" was said in a rush.

oh WAIT! That was NOT what he meant to say! He coughed. "I mean, th-that is t-t-to say, it's alright. I mean, I'm back w-w-with the C-C-Captain so it's alr-r-right...but I think that all this change is bothering him also and I think that's why I got kicked off of the ship last night because I stood up to him and I don't really do that at all never."

And again with the rushed, almost slurred together words from the "but" to the "never"...

oh dear.

[ooc: *GLEEEEEEE* :D which Ford? :3]

"Oh, alright, Smee."

Now, that was a test of her english. Adeline was tempted to ask what a 'angeasaperso' was, but decided not to press it. The curse, and all.

"Um... Oui?" She sipped her tea.

[ooc I'll prolly icon Mos Def's Ford, since those are easier to find ~~and he's sexeh~~, but play a conglomerate of book/radio/movie/series/whutev~]

Smee sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I'm s-s-sorry...this c-c-curse is driving m-m-me up the w-w-wall...much like Jas and Pan." He coughed.

"B-b-but other th-than these c-c-curses, th-th-this place is alr-r-right...I've definatley m-m-met some interesting p-people." He smiled.

[ooc: ~~god yes that man is sex~~ omgsquee! <33333 and lol 'angeasaperso' <3]

"It is fine..." She sighed, "Thank you for not... reacting to others had about my past. It is... nothing I am proud of."

"Yes, many interesting people," Adeline smiled, drinking more tea, "Blue women and Englishmen I ca actually talk to are rather unknown in my world."

[ooc You will be seeing him when apps are open, and it is totally all your fault;; Adeline was suppost to be my last character~]

Smee only shrugged. "We all h-h-have our secrets." he stated, smiling slightly. "M-m-m-most of them we are n-n-not proud of..."

He did chuckle a little at Adeline's description of a couple people around the general area. "B-b-blue women?" he asked. "I d-d-don't think I've met her yet...although I have st-t-t-tayed at the home of a woman with ears and a t-t-tail."

[ooc: BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough* I mean, yay!]

"Thus, they are kept secrets..."

"Yes, she called herself some type of 'pure demon'... she is a rather interesting character..." Adeline smiled. She really did want to talk to Illyria more, the woman was so... odd, that it made her feel in control of things, here, in this strange, strange place.

Adeline cocked her head to the side, "A... tail?"

[ooc

dontcallmeix ALL YOUR FAULT]

"Y-Y-Y-Yes, Miss Zaheela...I'm n-n-n-not sure wh-what she is, b-b-but she is v-v-very k-k-kind and she has a l-l-l-large r-r-red not-chicken that is rather f-f-friendly...I believe Eisen is his n-name."

He chuckled.

"Th-this place c-c-certainly is a s-strange collection of p-p-people."

[ooc: lweoihxptheOMGYAY! *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*]

"Well that's what matters," She smiled, "...Giant chicken?"

Adeline nodded in agreement, "And it just gets odder everyday."

[ooc Ah, he's gonna be stranded again...]

Smee nodded. "Oh, y-y-y-yes, Eisen is v-v-very friendly...as l-l-long as you d-d-don't c-call him a g-giant chicken t-to is face."

He chuckled. "Alm-most makes me w-w-wonder what's c-c-coming next."

"Well,"She giggled, "I suppose I would not enjoy that either."

"Yes, it is... keeping myself on my toes."

"Ag-g-greed to that." Smee lifted his teacup to take another sip, only to find it to be empty. He frowned at it...he hadn't even noticed that he had drunk the much! True, he had taken sips in between talking to Miss Adeline, however...oh, well.

"I'm j-j-j-just n-never sure wh-whether I l-l-like it here or n-n-not." he admited, with a small shrug.

Adeline likewise noted the lack of tea in her cup. It as almost empty. She took the last sip, "It was very nice speaking to you, Smee."

"I do not like it, but complacency is a learned skill." She smiled.

Smee let out a low chuckle at her talk about skills.

"Yes...c-c-considering it was s-s-something I thought I alr-r-ready learned..."

He did smile, however, as he stood. "It was v-v-very n-nice talking t-t-to you as w-w-well, Miss Adeline...W-W-Would you l-l-like me to esc-c-cort you h-home?"

The offer was pure politeness...he wouldn't mind in the least; not like he had anything to do today. He just asked because she was obviously a very independant woman and could quite clearly handle herself, and didn't want to insult her by assuming to escort her home without asking.

Adeline smiled back.

"No, I am fine, sir." She needed to leave before she spilled another secret.

"Thank you very much for the company and the tea," She held out her hand, "Mr Smee."

As for spilling secrets, as a matter of fact, so did he. He took her hand as she held it out to him, and he placed his other one over it, in an older, more British gesture.

"And th-thank you as w-w-well, Miss Adeline." he said, with a smile, before releasing her hand. "I shall s-s-s-see you l-later, th-then?"

Ah, Dieu, She stopped herself from sighing, More Brittish things!

"Yes, I hope we shall," She smiled, "Adieu,"

Well, a guy can't help his heritage, after all...silly Smee.

"A-Adieu, Miss Adeline."

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