Reginald Killingsworth

I like you...I'll kill you last! (over heard/seen upon another chat site)

Yes, Jacky, And on that happy note: "I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.” Will Shriner

^I would have to say March. It can be very dreary and cold. Everything looks dead here. <Finishing a report that I've been putting off since November 21! VWhat is the most perfect romantic weekend you've ever had? Keep it clean mates!

Now Dear...I am only stating a fact!

Meddlesome

^My Son! <Trying to pack my bags and get ready to leave again for Dublin (Sigh) VFish 'n Chips or Pizza?

Sounds of screaming children.... (Fear not. Happy children playing amongst themselves) It has been a Long day after shopping and seeing Father Christmas!

"I am still alive!" (Stabbed to death by his own gaurds - as reported by Roman historian Tacitus) - Caligula

Why thank you Ransom for the ghost cookies! I must say...the ladies do look very fetching indeed. I find it a bit ironical that down at the end of my very street there is a huge bomfire (shuddering at the thought). My boy wished to go as Harry Potter...(sigh), I was hoping for something a bit like...well...more scarey, but he was happy. There are lots of coin chocolate coins in me pockets ladies....so...Have at me! If anyone wishes to know what I am dressed as...I can find nothing more fitting than a burned and scortched body....(Does anyone smell burned hair?)

Reggie Killingsworth pears into the chat smiling to see some farmiliar faces. This being the day of all days that I truly look forward too! The air is crisp and the trees are almost completely naked. So what are all you yanks doing on this night of nights?

Though Reggie Killingsworth was a ‘good’ character, let us not forget that he was also a self-serving, self-promoting, egotistical, rude, womanizing, diabolical, chastising, cruel, pompous, snobbish, patronizing, condescending, cretin that ever lived….and I can say that those were his good traits. Mind you, I can say such things…we are family, you know. Now with that being said…My God have Mercy on his soul. Good God Woman! People will think me a Nancy Boy if you keep describing me in that way.... Oh by the way...I'm back for a bit

In a Barrel?! Right then...just makes my Irish wake more interesting...and...pub crawling is so much easier now that you can roll me from one pub to another....thanks for thinking of it boys!

(OCC) Well, I guess I was asking for it, wasn't I?" It looks like I have met my match upon the Port Royal thread, due to the hand of my lovely but cunning cousin Tess St. Claire. So I will bid you all a sweet farewell, at least for a little while. Due to my work restrictions and home life, I need to step away for a bit...and Lady Tess has helped me do so. But fear not, I will return...perhaps not as Reggie Killingsworth, but perhaps another character...who knows, maybe Killingsworth has an evil twin brother lurking out there somewhere. Best of luck to you all and thank you for making it such a splendid time!

Killingsworth’s face grew red with furry. “Shut Up! You know nothing!” Killingsworth looked at his cousin with contempt. “You have no idea why I am here, cousin…let alone what I went through these last few days. This port is full of pyrates!” Killingsworth took a large sip of tea. He closed his eyes and winced again in pain. Tess watched him placed the emptied cup upon the table next to the bed. “He took a deep sigh and his head spun lightly. He was straining himself too much. The argument was causing him to have a headache.

As Jack led Killingsworth to the chosen door, he could hear that Killingsworth’s breathing was becoming shallow. “You’ll be in good hands soon, Master Killingsworth.” Said the young man in a whisper. As Jack stood at the door he knocked only twice. It was then the door opened and Lady St. Claire stood looked relieved and happy. “Reggie!” She said in a joyful tone. Killingsworth smiled lightly. Perhaps he was happy to see his cousin at the moment. At this point he was exhausted and sick. “Come now,” Said Tess, “We need to get you in to bed. Help me Jack.” As they stripped him of his shoes and stockings, they placed him in Tess’ bed and covered him with blankets. “You have a fever, Reggie.” She whispered to him. Killingsworth nodded. “Some tea or coffee would do very nicely right now, Tess. If you would?” “Of course.” She said with a smile. Tess looked over at John for a moment then at Killingsworth. As Killingsworth lay there, he could hear the whispering between the two of them. The sound of coins passing from purse to hand was made. Killingsworth smiled lightly to himself at the thought of his cousin coming to his rescuer. Not soon after did the door close and he could hear the rustle of her silk skirts come closer to the bed. “Come now sweet cousin,” Killingsworth murmured to her in a low whisper. “Was it 30 pieces of silver you paid for my head? Come now…why are you in Port Royal?” She kissed his forehead with tenderness. “You’re still not pining for Captain Sterling, are you? Last I heard…some bloody bastard shot him dead.”

“Come now my friend.” I whispered in Killingsworth’s ear. ”I hope you can walk. We must make to the Shipp”. He groaned as we continued on our way. Killingsworth made his foul mood known to his young rescuer. “I did not ask to be rescued!” He barked at the young man as he threw his right arm about his shoulder and assisted him in walking. “Nor, do I take kindly to being pulled from my warm bed with empty promises of freedom and …” He quickly stopped the young man and looked him up and down. “Who the bloody hell are you, anyway?” The young man smiled and held out his hand. “My name is Jack…’tis all you need to know for now.” And with that, the young man took Killingsworth over his shoulder once more. Killingsworth winced at the pain his body was still feeling. Regrettably, he was hoping that the ship’s cutter would have attended to his wounds, but this scrap of a pup, by cover of night, snuck into his cabin and stole him away before that could ever happen. He was grateful for his unplanned escape, but he wasn’t going to tell HIM that. As they managed their way down the back alleyway of the Ship Inn, he started to think about the matter at hand. Who in their right-mind would want him rescued? Killingsworth stumbled a bit before the back stairwell to the inn. The light from the kitchen was still burning bright and the music from the front floated out on to the street. “Why this way?” Murmured Killingsworth as he stopped to catch his breath. “I was told to do so, Sir.” “Told? By whom?” The young man whispered lightly. “Lady St. Claire, Sir. She wished you safe and I took the task of getting you back to her.” Killingsworth’s eyes opened wide with surprise. “Tess? Here in Port Royal? But why?” Killingsworth mind began to run at a quicken pace. What would bring his sweet and conniving cousin all the way from her safe haven of London? What was in it for her?

“Bloody Hell!” Killingsworth shouted out. “Can’t you sss-ssee I’m in pain?!” And with that he through his tankard across the room. The ship’s crewman who was attending him tried his best to make him comfortable, but it seemed to be of little use. “Where isss-ss that damn cutter that I was promises-sssed?!” The man withdrew from Killingsworth’s side and looked up at him. “The Captain has sent for him. We do expect him quite shortly. In the meantime, I’ve been sent to help and …” Killingsworth cut him off him mid-sentence. “You’ve been sss-ssent to kill me!” Killingsworth buried his head in his hands. “God, I am a fool…” “Sir?” Whispered the crewman. “Never mind you! Get out! Just leave me be and don’t bother coming back unless-ss you have food or the cutter with you!” The crewman withdrew from the small room, locking the door behind him. With a deep sigh Killingsworth fell back into his pillow and looked up at the beams above his bed. “Darnly will only think the worst of me right now.” He muttered to himself. “ I have no idea where Mistresss-sss Lilly has gone and as for killing Captain Sss-ssterling; I can only hope he hass-ss perished leaving Lilly as vulnerable as a little kitten.” He slowly moved his hand over his blackened eye and then over the blistering mass upon his chest. “Mad men all of them!” He shouted out loud. He looked about the room to see if there was some place he could escape to, but there was only one door. “God?” He said looking up at the beams of the ceiling. “Remember that favor I asss-sssked of you earlier? Now, would be a good time!”

The dark damp stench of the hole stirred Killingworth to wake in a start. His eyes now tried to focus on the darkness. With the light swaying of haul, he knew that he was aboard a sailing vessel. Thought, he was no longer shackled to trees, he was tired down to a small bed in which he laid. He felt his body react as he tried to move. Again, the sharp pain in his chest shock through him like a knife; and he was terribly cold. He exerted a low moan as he tried to find his voice. There, in the darkness as a small figure watching him. “You….there.” He said. His voice lost to lack of water. “Where..where am I?” The figure came forward, still consumed by shadows; he could barely make out the figure in front of him. It was then the figure held up a cup to Killingsworth’s lips and made him take a drink. It was a welcome gift. “My body…my heart…” Again Killingsworth whispered. “I am in so much pain. Have you a cutter upon this ship?”

Killingsworth wrenching his hands of it..."Mawha..ha...ha..ha..!

Good God Woman...watch you're step! Killingsworth shouts as he orders another port for himself and Tess. ..."And stay away from the crabs!"

It was the sound of the ocean’s waves coming ashore that he first recognized. The rush of the waves continued until that familiar sound was interrupted by the screech of a seagull. Then the intense pain shot through him. His brain lit up like St. Elmo’s fire as the images floated back to him. He could only remember bits and pieces of what had happen, the narrow eyes of the wolf staring, glaring back at him, and the immense pain of the branding iron striking against his pale skin, and the smell of burn flesh before he collapsed under the pain of it all. He had no concept of the time. He did not no how long he had been unconscious. He tried to move his arms, but they felt heavy and the sore. He body still wrecked by pain from the night before. At first, he feared at first to open his eyes for he wasn’t sure what he would see before him. Was he even alive? Was he even upon the earth? Slowly, he opened his eyes, fluttering at first to adjust to the light of day. It was then he saw shoes, well worn and fastened with a brass buckle. It was then his eyes trailed up to figure, but as he followed his eyes farther up, the sun blocked the figures face. It was then, he boldly spoke. “Am I in Hell?” Killingsworth asked the unknown figure standing before him?

Killingsworth looks over at Jacky Tar. "I hear that the crabs will do you in here!" He says with a smile

:) OUTSTANDING CAPTAIN STERLING!

Name: Reginald Killingsworth Birthplace: Whitny, England Died: Port Royal, Jamaica Murdered by the hand of his loving cousin - Tess St. Clarie This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Englishman Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraven on his Tomb Stone..."Here lies One Whose Name Will Not Be Forgotten!" Description of Physical Character: Man of early 30s, 5'8" in height, slender build, approx. 205, light brown hair, blue eyes. Disposition: Causing mental anguish upon others, watching others suffer by their own hand, participating in various acts of lewdness and debauchery with questionable individuals, beating women, kicking children, rat pucking and going to the theater! Background: Henchman to Lord Darnly, sent to reclaim one Mistress Lilly McKinney after leaving (okay...running away from) Lord Darnly's charge. Will do anything to succeed in his task. Born in high social circles (court class), but does not play well with others. Possesses a lisp and is VERY sensitive about it. Above average IQ, but does not boast about it. Does on occasion have delusions of grandeur. Has several 'cousins' of higher social class within Port Royal. A distance cousin - Tess St. Claire, also of High social circles (court class).

Lust!