Before PotC: RPG

Regina followed reluctantly. She felt as if she just got her deathsentence. She forced a smile.

Hearing a loud hacking cough, Elizabeth walked to the back room. Sitting there in a moldy-looking knit sweater was a frail woman stroking a rather dead-looking cat. In fact, as Elizabeth drew near, she realized it was dead, as she could see into its maggot-ridden stomach. She smiled and greeted Jane, putting her hand out. Jane looked at her hand, nodding towards it. Then she took out a cigar, lighting it as she peered at Regina. "Come forward girl" she called.

Regina reluctantly stepped forward. She stood beside her sister. "Yes, Ma'am.?"

"Your that little *wheeze* rasc- r- rascal, arent you? The one that was always burying my jewelery?" she asked, her voice rasping heavily.

Regina gave a nervous smile. "Um...yes, ma'am." she said cringing everytime the woman coughed. She knew the lady was angry at her.

"I never did find that lovely pearl-inlaid cat pin..." she said frowning. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at Regina, rather amused and horrified.

Regina smiled. "I could ...um...dig it up and give it to you." she said not sure why Elizabeth wasn't the one being spoken to.

"Eh, prolly ruined by now. Mind you it cost me a pretty penny..." she turned to Elizabeth. "Now. Who might you be, lovely lady?" she asked looking up at her. Elizabeth frowned. "Er, Elizabeth. Swann?" she prompted Jane, hoping she'd remember who used to be her favorite pupil.

Regina looked around as if she was sensing evil spirits. She definately didn't like this woman who obviously showed the same dislike for her.

The dead cat gave a loud growl in Regina's direction. It stood up and began hissing, maggots falling from its mouth.

Rgina stared at the cat. Then she glanced at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was trying hard not to puke. Jane patted the cat. "Now, now. Settle down, Princy-poo. We all know what she is..." she continues glaring at Regina. Elizabeth is absolutely horrified and disgusted. She tugs at Regina. "Well it was nice seeing you, Jane!" she says, laughing nervously. She pulls Regina out the door, and promptly barfs over the side of the porch. "I never get used to that damn cat." she says uprighting herself, calm once again, and walking down the steps, fixing her hair.

Regina sneered. "Remind me again what all did I do to tp that womand and her cat?" she asked.

"The cat has a problem against people, who, well, you know.... pirates?" Elizabeth said slowly.

Regina arched an eyebrow. "But I'm not one." she said as they walked away from the house.

"Yet..." Elizabeth mumbled under her breath. She turned to Regina. "What shall we do now?" she asked pleasantly.

Regina heard the add on but didn't comment. She shook her head and didn't look at Elizabeth. "Maybe we should visit that ******* norrington." she said stomping of the porch.

"Yes. perhaps we should. I might like to kil- er talk with him...." Elizabeth joked, angrily.

Regina turned on her heels. "You don't even now me. You think I'm shallow, Elizabeth." she said.

Elizabeth was shocked. "Where ever did u get that idea?"