[Open] Blood in the Water

[zieg]

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[classy=brokenstz]t h e s e b r o k e n w i n g s[/classy][classy=textstz] Port Royal, home to the pirates; as morning etched to night, a strawberry sky held domain to the blood orange moon writhing in the heavens. The distant boom of thunder calmed her mind, cool east winds rolling slowly into the port. Lavender and indigo shadows circulated around the edges of night as people locked themselves away inside their shelters. The bars filled rather quickly, and the yellow lights poured from the windows as noises of drunken men collaborated through the night air. As the ships docked for the night at the bay, Sice left the storage room she has stowed herself away on. Stepping out onto the main deck, she immediately caught sight of exiting crew. Stepping back to avoid detection, she gripped her Scythe tightly in her hand. As she backed into the storage room, she stepped against the wall, and peeked around the corner. The captain of the ship walked by, a strong aura of rum and whiskey lingering around him; sniffling slightly, Sice shook her head and her brow lowered. It was, in her opinion, a gross habit that was most certainly not fond of. After he passed, she quietly followed him out and off the ship, keeping somewhat of a distance from him. Stepping onto the wooden dock, she stumbled slightly, not used to her land legs yet. “Uh….damn.” Moving as quickly as possible, she maneuvered into an alleyway. She wasn’t sure how she got to Port Royal, or what this place was even like, she had simply been zapped onto that ship about three hours ago. Leaning against the building to her right, she buried her head in her palm, sighing heavily. She hated the feeling of just stepping off a ship. It sucked. A small noise alerted her senses, and she pivoted on her foot quickly. Before Sice stood a middle aged looking man who hadn’t bathed in weeks; he was branded in shadows, his sick form undefined. Tilting her head slightly, she suddenly realized her sick feelings could easily work against here, especially if he was more than he appeared to be, but Sice had a feeling he wasn't. “What'ya want?” Gripping her scythe she closed her stance slightly; the area was tight and made maneuverability a little difficult. Even so, she could adjust well enough to average in a linear fight and come out and without any scratches. " 'Dat purty li'll face o' yers." The moonlight glimmered off the shimmering dagger which slowly raised from his right hip. Stepping forth, his eyes twinkled a pure ebony, not a hint of color disdained within them. Licking his lips, he let out a small grunt. Sice met his grunt with a small sigh of aggravation. She wasn't worried, more or less irritated with the fact that she couldn't just cope with the sea-sickness that she had in no way asked for. [/classy] [STYLE= font-size:9; margin: 5px; margin-top: -30px; color: #888;] TAGS: Riku, Emblem xxxxxxxxxx DIALOGUE: #81ABFC No notes mew [/style][atrb=style,width: 350px; background-color: #f2f2f2; border-right: 28px solid #333; -moz-border-radius: 0em 5em 5em 0em; -webkit-border-radius: 0em 5em 5em 0em;][STYLE= float:right; color: #555; font-size: 25px; -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); opacity: .8; margin-top: -250px; margin-right: -122px]a n d l e a r n t o f l y[/style]

[STYLE= font-size: 9px; text-font: arial; color: #666; margin-left: -320px]By Riazey of BTN and GS[/style]

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[emblem]

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[zieg]

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[classy=brokenstz]t h e s e b r o k e n w i n g s[/classy][classy=textstz] As Emblem showed up behind the man, her heart leaped with a setting calmness. It was nice to see a familiar face. Even more so, it was nice to see someone she knew would help her out if it came to that. The only thing that threw her off was the french accent. It was quite...different, and unexpected. It was surprisingly accurate. "Uh...Sea Sick." She muttered. The man in front of her shifted his feet, turning to look at the figure behind him. As soon as he did, Sice took her opportunity. Lunging forth, she realized her scythe was much to large to use in this area with swift accuracy, so she simply threw a kick directly between his knee's, then leaped back, falling into a slight stumble from the sudden movement. Kneeling over, she looked up and found the man unaffected. Raising an eyebrow, she began to wonder where the hell she had ended up. That, or she was really so sick she had completely missed him, she wasn't sure. [/classy] [STYLE= font-size:9; margin: 5px; margin-top: -30px; color: #888;] TAGS: Riku, Emblem xxxxxxxxxx DIALOGUE: #81ABFC No notes mew [/style][atrb=style,width: 350px; background-color: #f2f2f2; border-right: 28px solid #333; -moz-border-radius: 0em 5em 5em 0em; -webkit-border-radius: 0em 5em 5em 0em;][STYLE= float:right; color: #555; font-size: 25px; -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(-90deg); opacity: .8; margin-top: -250px; margin-right: -122px]a n d l e a r n t o f l y[/style]

[STYLE= font-size: 9px; text-font: arial; color: #666; margin-left: -320px]By Riazey of BTN and GS[/style]

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[emblem]

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