A young girl stood tall at the helm of her new airship; close behind her stood a twin, in appearance, but the two were very different, this girl, Olivia Kirkland, had a curious hairstyle, and color; pink pigtails that nearly drag the floor as she walked; Oliver on the other hand, had short, slightly ruffled hair a shade or two darker than Olivia's, that never seemed to lie flat. Most usually she would wear a soft pink dress similar to that of a maid, along with an apron, while he wore a fancy lilac coat, -a favorite possesion of his- and slightly off-white trousers. In their current condition, ragged and bloody from fighting however, you would not recognize them. Oliver hadn't seen her like this, he shared her enthusiasm in having taken the airship, but was laughably unware of what had happend to the last, set ablaze with Olivia's sisters, the only family she had, still trapped inside, Olivia was wrenched from the ship in chains, her cries for freedom went unnoticed, and all she could do was watch in horror as everything she cared for went up in flames. When she first met Oliver they were both imprisoned; She kept to herself; but Oliver, who also felt alone in the world after his brothers had left him, could see no reason to let her go as well. Every night he'd ask her what she wanted to do if they were ever to be free; Initially she'd ignored him, lost deep in her thoughts, the cramped and dimly lit prison cells reminded her of rooms in which she'd spent most of her childhood... "That's when, love. ...when we are free."
Today the two had been moved, unaware of where they were headed, but knowing only the others that had been taken with them and rumor of the gallows. After boarding the airship she and Oliver would lie in wait an hour or so, until they were well on their way, then seizing the opportunity to out the guards and free the other captives. the fresh crew of renegades and those who wished not to join their fallen comrades raced around the deck, struggling to keep up with the commands of their eccentric new leader.
"Hoist the main sail, let's get this ship turned 'round! ..and swab my deck, no one has use for bodies and the blood'll stain my ship!" She turned to Oliver, where he was leaning on the ship's rail.
"Unless, you'd make something of them?" He shook his head, chuckling lightly, "You're quite right, we have no use for them, Don't pin me with such a notion~."
Olivia laughed, being rid of the people who hated her and took from her the ones she once loved was a wonderful thought, plotting methods for them to feel the same pain was quite the way to pass time in prison, but fantasy of what could happen would have to wait, another ship was headed their way and Olivia had to act fast if she wanted to keep her own this time. unaware of impending danger, another set of twins were enjoying their new found freedom, lying around, protesting work.
"Oh, It was such a great idea to commandeer an airship~! wasn't it Ollie~? Now we can fly off into the sunset with our creepy, implied incest,-FUCKING RAINBOWS AND MAGICAL DAMN UNICORNS." The mocking voice of Emily Jones echoed faintly across the wide deck as the two watched the Kirklands, just a lick out of earshot.
"Emily you have to stop talking like that, it's freaking me the fuck out." Jason Jones leaned on the banister above looking down at her, "You're not the only one hearing that." he walked down the stairs boredly to find himself at her side;
"I can't hear the half-wits from where i'm sitting can i?" she sighed heavily, "...I honestly can't comprehend how we survived being raised by those two."
"We have each other," Jason tapped her shoulder lightly and nodded to Francine Bonnefoy, who seemed fairly mesmerized by the netting, and her twin, Francois, who sat quietly by himself, though a bit unnervingly close to the side of the ship. "At least weren't raised by all four of these fucktards like the Canadians."
"Oh now Jason, love, watch your language~"
"God damnit Em."
The two didn't seem to notice a third figure in their midst,
"Now now, Jason, it would behoove you to watch your language." They both flinched signifgantly before turning to see Oliver standing behind them, smiling, "I see you've noticed Olivia is acting a tad different than her usual self, oh but of course you haven't seen much of her usual self lately, I mean, ...dear, this is quite the circumstance isn't it?" he rubbed the back of his neck fumblingly, "I just don't know where this is coming from....A-anyway, Olivia called for everyone to meet her below deck, do please make haste!" The twins looked at each other again vacantly as he walked away,
"...Did he just fucking say 'behoove'?"
