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Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 24, 2017 20:27:11 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Damn. That tap on the nose. The cheery disposition. Leigh realized now why she'd been drawn to her. It was so much like her Amelia. Obviously greener in the skin, and a lot richer... But there was a lot of Amelia there. Her playfulness. That little giggle - Amelia always found the humour in everything. The softness of her skin - Amelia had never done rough work the way Leigh had. This is just the product of some bad mead-- She couldn't help but think as she managed a small smirk of a smile in response to the lamini's playfulness, A bad memory on the birthing day, as usual.
"The sea stays in your hair," She managed to say with a hoarse tone after far too long a pause, after looking into the girl's eyes for too long. She couldn't keep looking at her, and spun the lamini around, stopping her partway so that they were looking the same direction. Leigh had to stoop to do it, but she rested her head on the girl's shoulder, feeling herself getting more and more convinced of the memory.
In this new position, she was able to catch the eye of the boy as he looked over, and she scoffed good naturedly at the way it caused him to stumble on the keys. He was just a kid, and was likely either just as interested in the girl as Leigh was, or interested in the fact that the two women were swaying so closely together. Just like the men on the ship. That was the look. "I think the piano-player likes the show," She whispered into the green girl's ear, wanting to turn the lamini into anyone but Amelia, "You seem like the performing type."
Post by Cherry Milerand on Jan 24, 2017 22:20:34 GMT -7
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Let's perform then~
She wasn't super sure if it was just her imagination, but hook-hand seemed almost sullen as she continued to rock around with Cherry, smiling at her but seeming like she wasn't all there when doing it. Well, that was reasonable if it was true, since most people came to taverns to drown their sorrows. And considering that, what kind of person would Cherry be if she let this woman keep feeling sad, hm? A bad one, that's who.
Hook-hand spun her and changed their positions to press at her from behind, and she let herself enjoy the swaying. It was pleasant, especially since the alcohol she'd had had spiced up her senses a bit. Not as much as she might like - she might get another drink - but enough to be having some fun. Hook-hand was speaking in implications again, something she seemed to enjoy doing, as the two caught sight of piano boy giving them a look-over. She suggested Cherry might be the performing type. Well, that certainly wasn't wrong. But what kind of performance was she looking for?
She grinned impishly as she separated herself from the other woman, but not entirely. She held on to the woman's hand as she stepped back and rested her weight against the side of the piano, now much more visible to the boy who was still doing as she asked.
"Keep it up," she told him, using her free hand to reach over and tap at a few of the keys in time with his playing. She stayed to the left of where his hands would move, adding additional notes to the very simple backing melody that he was playing on repeat, and gave the piece a bit more of a varied sound.
With the music playing (and with her feeling quite proud of how she wasn't messing up in spite of being a little intoxicated), she started singing.
"Heart and Soul I fell in love with you, Heart and Soul Just like a fool would do, Maaaaaadlyyyy Because you Held you me tight And stole a kiss, in the Night"
It was perhaps more of a deeper love song than was appropriate for someone she was just dancing and flirting with a little bit, but she figured hook-hand wasn't about to read too heavily into it. It was just a nice, lighthearted song to sing for a nice, lighthearted time. The people in the tavern seemed to be enjoying the extra show Cherry was adding, and she ate the praise up as she sang the song and swung her and the other woman's hands between them playfully.
Well his question was ignored so he merely just kept playing. The melody was repeative but it was helpful in that way. Sure others might tire of it but he was doing the best he could. Course when the lady who had shown him the melody appeared in the corner of his eye again, he looked though was still surprised at the way she was leaning against the piano. The melody was messed up and at first he merely tried to correct that by resuming the order. Then he heard different keys and he noticed the lady pressing a few keys that weren't in the way. He gave a confused look to her though he once again went a bit red in the face at her words.
Keep it up? Did that mean he was doing well at this? The only thing he did well was make the one potion and believe him, that took a while to get right. Soon though she started singing as the dance resumed. Though he glanced at the keys she had pressed a few moments ago and he attempted to add them to the melody.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 25, 2017 8:18:59 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Leigh rolled her eyes, and tried to decide if the lamini was toying with her - or really thought that Leigh meant play piano with him and sing a terrible song, that'll be fun for everyone! Ugh. The worst part was how the girl was gripping Leigh's hand and swinging it about. Looking about the room, the crowd seemed to find this particularly funny. The dark, dangerous, hook-handed likely-pirate swinging her arms to the tune of some painfully sugary ditty. Looking back to the lamini it was clear that either embarrassing Leigh was giving her a grand ol' time, or she actually thought the tavern was enjoying her singing.
Moann's piss. There was no way Leigh was going to put up with this.
She yanked her hand free of the lamini girl's and found it instead on the raised cover that would normally shield the piano keys from dust. She slammed it down, not noticing or caring if she caught either the boy's fingers, or the lamini's fingers into it. "Joke's over," She glowered, her nostrils flared at both of them.
This had been their plan, hadn't it? Pull her into some painful reverie and then get the whole tavern to laugh at her like a fool? She snagged her coins off the top of the piano before the boy could grab them, and leveled them both with a look. She leaned in a little, her whisper sharp and cutting like the hook on her hand - and audible only to them -- "Think twice next time you wanna make a fool of someone. You picked wrong this time." She raised her hook, a point of intimidation, and then began to stomp to the door. She wasn't going to stand there in humiliation. She shoulda just stayed on the ship.
Post by Cherry Milerand on Jan 25, 2017 18:23:26 GMT -7
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Um, what?
Cherry's fingers had indeed gotten caught in the clapping of the piano lid, and the shock might have stopped her singing if she hadn't already quit doing that when the other woman yanked her hand away. She brought her aching fingers to her chest and stifled a gasp of pain while the tavern-goers in the room were all either too busy talking to each other now to notice or too intrigued by the souring disposition of hook-hand to care.
Cherry briefed a glance down at the boy she'd set up at the piano, seeing his hands back to himself but not sure if that meant he'd gotten hurt as well or if he'd moved away quickly enough, but her attention was back on hook-hand when the woman got close, looking angry. She raised her hook threateningly, and the words she spoke to Cherry next were clear indication that she somehow thought all of this was some kind of joke at her expense.
Was she seriously mad right now? And for what, because Cherry decided to sing to her instead of jumping into bed with her right away?
Oh, no. No no no no. This would not do!
Her fingers were already feeling better by the time Hook-Hand was making her stompy exit towards the door, and Cherry tossed another look at the piano boy. If anything else, he didn't deserve this kind of rude behavior when he'd been roped into it just as much by hook-hand as by Cherry. And Cherry was perhaps a more emboldened thing than the woman gave her credit for. So she stomped right after hook-hand, moving at a quicker pace, and snatched her by the shoulder. Was it dangerous? Probably. She did have a hook for a hand and looked like she could be particularly nasty, but Cherry had been in a few scrapes before. And just being stabbed a few times wasn't gonna do her in, at least!
"Now you hold on just a minute!" she said, her tone much more hard than it been before. "I don't know what world you're living in where you think I was making a fool of anyone, but from where I'm standing I thought we were having a nice time!" She pulled her hand back as the other woman turned, noticing the near-instant reaction of hers to raise her hook in aggression again when Cherry had touched her. But she didn't retreat. Instead she planted her hands on her hips and spread her legs in a firm stance. "What, are you so edgy and grim that you can't stand a little levity? We were dancing and I was singing to a crappy piano tune for pete's sake! I can understand being offended by the musical quality, sure," she said, and despite her intentions here that did get a few giggles from some of the others in the pub, "But I don't see where you get the idea that I was playing a joke on you. This, what you're doing here?" she added, crossing one arm and gesturing at Leigh with a swirling index finger. "Rude. Uncalled for. Would not do again."
Tags: OOC Notes: I figured Leigh's reaction to being grabbed would have been to turn instantly and level her hook, so that's what I wrote, but feel free to let me know otherwise!
While the piano cover was slammed down and it caught the ladies fingers, that prevented it from getting his. Lucard pulled his hands away from the keyboard and he gave a confused look as the hooked lady took her coins and gave her spill. Oh for death's sake! His nervousness was replaced by annoyance and he stood up when the lady was done speaking to the hooked one.
"Excuse me but you were the one who dragged me to the piano!!" Lucard snapped in anger as the right head sneaked into control. "Besides you chose to ho along with what this lady wanted to do. She wanted to lighten the mood of a dreary scene. I've never seen her in my life let alone had plans to make a fool out of people I don't know!! Keep you useless coins, I only went along with her idea caused it seemed to be a decent thing to do!"
It was reasonable for Lucard to not be pleased. The accusation that they were in on a joke to play on this lady that neither of em knew; from his understanding was stupid. Under the control of the right head, he closed the gap between himself and Hook-hand. His gaze still narrowed and his golden eyes revealing the displeasure and annoyance that filled his being right now. He pointed at her with his left front finger though he hadn't noticed the claws form.
"LOOSEN UP!!" Lucard snapped, a few of the tavern people muttering in shock. "IF ya don't want to be near people, GO TO THE DESERT!!! I've been there recently, hardly a soul there!"
Doomed. That was the best word that the other patreons had for this boy. Doomed beyond belief.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 27, 2017 12:51:11 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Leigh rounded on the two with her hook poised, enough to make a couple people gasp, enough to make the bartender reach under the counter for his own weapon, and enough for one person to duck under a table. She wasn't going to use it, she was a damned fool. She didn't need a 'talking to' - she just needed the threat of her hook in their necks.
"I don't need a lecture from some snot-nosed little kid," She growled, leveling her glare at Lucard. She hadn't had much of a look at him before (she hadn't really cared), but looking at him now she was certain she could grind him to dust. He was small and spindly, no real muscle. He could have been a mage, of course, but at his age he wouldn't pack much punch, "Take your toys and go home."
She turned next on Cherry, the girl who'd been the main subject of her ire. "And you. I don't know what you've been playing at, but you played the wrong person Amelia--" She stopped herself, the freudian slip only making her anger worse. She picked up the words quickly, burying the name as quickly as she could, "You must be used to drunks laughing in your face-- Whatever your name is. I don't put up with that shit. Not from people who know me, not from strangers. So take your punter (She gestured to Lucard) and find another sap." She gave Cherry a small shove with her left hand to emphasize her point. It wasn't as hard as she wanted to - the girl looked just as weak as the kid, if not weaker - but it was enough to show her she wasn't gonna take her 'disappointed-in-you' speech.
Post by Cherry Milerand on Jan 27, 2017 21:26:54 GMT -7
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I-! This is-!
Cherry really couldn't say she got angry all that often - she was the type to go with the flow, roll with the punches, keep a smile on her face - but this lady was seriously just... rude didn't even describe it! She was throwing a stupid little tantrum practically, over nothing at all! Cherry didn't really see what was even wrong, not really. What the hell had set her off? Why did she have such a big problem with Cherry trying to bring a little cheer to the place?? Who the hell was Amelia??? And though she appreciated that the boy next to her had his own reasons to be indignant right now, she was maybe just slightly irked at him, too, if only because his little outburst hadn't exactly improved the situation. It had only made the woman angrier when he got up to give her a piece of his mind as well.
Cherry had to question the wisdom of that, a bit. Sure, she knew she could take a beating if it actually escalated to that (not that she super wanted to or anything) but the boy looked like he might break if you even looked at him the wrong way. Cherry knew you couldn't really judge a book by its cover, but you could at least maybe be concerned for the book if its cover looked like it might fall apart any second now.
The situation needed to deescalate.
Cherry breathed in deep, her fists bunched at her sides and eyes squeezed shut, and then stomped her foot hard on the ground. She made a frustrated grunt, snorted out her held breath, and took another one, this time breathing out more calmly as she relaxed her features. There, she had had her little angry moment, and now she could be done. She opened her eyes, gave the hook-handed woman a solid, serious look with her lips pursed in annoyance, and pointed at her.
"Something is clearly eating you, and I'm not gonna push at it. You wanna leave, then fine, leave. I'm gonna do that too, because I'm not in the mood to drink anymore. But just keep this mind: some day, you and I are probably gonna meet again. Or maybe we won't! Who knows, life is a mystery. But I'll betcha we do. And when we do, I'm gonna be the nicest damned thing you ever did meet, and you know what else? I won't even be mad at you! So knock off the attitude, stop taking things out on others, and maybe we can get along next time!"
Her words, in spite of the more or less kind nature of them, were spoken as though she couldn't have been any more annoyed. She very firmly stepped forward, crossing past the small distance hook-hand had shoved her, stepped around her, and shoved the door of the pub open. Standing in the doorway, she turned around, still glaring, and looked both at the boy and the probable pirate.
"Thank you for a lovely time!" she said, angrily, giving the boy a nod, then the woman. "Have a nice day!" she followed, also angrily. Then she slammed the door and stormed off.
Tags: OOC Notes: I am open to her being pursued if you feel up to that! But otherwise, exunt Cherry.
"I'm not a kid!!! I'm a hundred years old ya drafty lady!!" Lucard snarled.
Course, that was enough to snap him out of it. His angered expression went away and it was replaced by regret. Oh shit...he didn't just say that. A weak glance around the tavern and some people merely stared, a few chuckled as they didn't believe it, and the others well...they were probably expecting him to be stabbed with that hook or something. The claws faded away as he regained himself. Though he still wasn't pleased.
"Toys?" Lucard questioned with a raised brow.
What toys? Hell....he never had a toy in his life, sure the stuff in his bag....wait. Was she claiming whatever was in there was a toy? Oh for Death's sake....he didn't need this. Being called a punter made him lower his brows further at her. Though he managed to calm and relax enough to where the right head didn't get to take over again. Lucard had a feeling that if they did, it wouldn't be good. Course when the other lady spoke her mind and walked past em, her glare an tone made him cringe a bit. Was she mad at him as well? Well...he wouldn't blame her if she was. He did just snap at the pissed off lady and...he shouldn't have. With her gone though, the dreary feeling came back in and hell would have to come for Lucard to stay put in here.
"Like I said, desert is the best place to go if ya don't want to be around people." Lucard told her with a slightly lowered brow.
He bolted past her and grabbed his wooden bowl of soup and things. Quickly escaping outside, he glanced around for the lady but he figured she probably didn't want company. So he merely went his own way. Soup was cold sadly...oh well. He was still hungry and honestly at this moment, he could give a shit less about it.
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Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 28, 2017 8:58:16 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] She made a note for herself: The people of Vieri were pissing crazy.
She assumed they'd be plain stupid and dull, albeit generally nice folks due to all she knew about their religious proclivities - but this was a new level of ridiculous. The boy seemed to be thinking a few different things at once, his reactions giving her whiplash. Insult, question, suggestion, soup? And all while that was happening the girl in front of her was taking breaths like she was about to explode.
Leigh wanted her to explode. She was sick of nice. She was sick of Amelia.
She didn't get what she wanted, of course. No birthday wish was going to be fulfilled... The lamini sounded like she was reaming Leigh out, but she didn't carry any aggressive content. Not even the slightest bit, not even like the boy had. No, she was saying stupid, sugary, pissing crazy things. The girl slipped past her and went one way, a frustrated bounce in her step before the door slammed; the boy came next with the tavern's wooden bowl in his hands going another way, leaving the door open -- and she still felt like she was living in some bad joke that Maldrem was telling. No Leigh, you don't get it. Let me tell you again.
But now, now she finally found it funny. She leaned back against the door jamb and laughed. It was a strange sound on her, the most she'd usually be heard doing was an entertained scoff, but this was a laugh. It was throaty, and dry, and inexperienced, and there was hardly a smile to go along with it -- but it was a laugh. I'm a drafty lady, am I?
Some of the tavern folk thought that this laugh meant that it was all over, and a couple of them laughed too, thinking perhaps this had all been a show. Leigh didn't shoot them a glare as usual. She had bigger fish to fry.
She made her decision quickly, looking both directions only a moment before following after the lamini woman. It didn't take her long to catch up (seems you can't move quickly when you have to keep bouncing), and when she did, she slung her arms around the woman's waist from behind, her hand meeting her hook to encircle the woman - but not closing in, not pressing her body against her. She was simply stopping her from moving no matter how she kept pushing forward.
"Get angry at me," It was a request, and a bit of a command at the same time, "Be mean to me. You're allowed. Tell me what you wanna tell me. I ain't gonna get mad back. Live a little."
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