Postby Nami » Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:16 am
~Cecilia~
Cecilia smirked so evilly, that even the darkest of souls would flinch away from it. A strand of her black hair fell into her eyes and she didn't bother to move it, her mind raced with all the years of knowledge she had collected on Jack Sparrow, he was intelligent, despite popular belief and cunning. She was already two steps ahead of him, but pretended to be three steps behind.
"Slack off eh? I look like a slacker." She chuckled, "no, no sir, I am a hard worker and I earn my right to be the way that I am." She paused, pretending to consider what he would have to "gain". "Well, you'd gain a hard-working hand, and the knowledge that I keep in my brain." she tapped her skull, "and I never drink rum unless I am relaxing." she glanced at Song and wondered what her friend thought of all this.
"I'll tell you off the treasure when I am sober tomorrow morning, if you want to be a knowledge partner in my plans than you bests be here tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting." She let go of Jack and leaned back in her chair, "Well then! Let's drink." She grabbed Jon, got up and shoved him next to Song, then she roughly pushed Jack over to the window on the bench and plopped down on his other side. "Alright then! A party!" she exclaimed grinning.
~Shade McKellan and Percy Darius~
There were few things in the world that annoyed Shade greatly, and one of them was drunkenness, he could never boast of being drunk, because he had never even come close. He had one pint of beer and was done, but as he watched the odd group across the room from him, and the woman who cared little of her appearance and boisterousness bothered him and disgusted him to no end.
He scowled deeply at the companions and wished they'd shut up, they were so loud over the rest of the drunken sailors.
Percy observed his friend from across the table and smiled, "you always scowl Shade." He said carelessly. Shade started and looked at Percy, "What?" he questioned harshly.
"You always look ready to shed blood." Percy reached across the table and pulled Shade's mouth into a smile. "That's why you don't have a lass!"
Shade smacked Percy's hand away and glared at his sobered friend, who now looked like a proper gentlemen of society. "Stop this nonsense Percy, I have no need for a woman."
Percy feigned being wounded and pouted, "oh Shade, don't you know? Every man needs a woman. Without one, he is lost." He turned in his chair and looked at the group Shade had been eying incessantly for the past ten minutes. "Take that group for example, two men and two woman..." he grinned, and spotted Claira. "Oh but a lonely maiden sits near them! Ah but she be left alone, un-partnered in this cruel London." He looked at Shade. "Shall I?" he asked casually.
Shade glowered, "do as you please, you always do." Percy winced, "now, now my dear Shade, let us do it together!" before Shade could protest, Percy had dragged him from the bench and was practically yanking Shade across the room.
"Un-hand me! I can walk." Shade snarled and yanked his arm away, Percy shrugged and waited while he straightened his jacket. Then the two men, opposite in every possible way, one with red hair the other blonde, one in creamy ivory clothes the other dressed for a funeral, marched toward Claira, the lonely Maiden as Percy had dubbed her and stopped next to her.
"Pardon me, my lady, but my friend and I could not but noticed your loneliness, doust your own companions ignore your presence?" He asked.
[color="Red"][SIZE="3"]Swiftly Dissin' and never Missin'.
Yours Truly,
Sick of all the BSin'.[/SIZE][/color]