Post by Blaka on May 18, 2015 11:44:53 GMT -5
Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika woke up. The sun was standing high in the air already, evident by the fact that it was hurting her even through closed eyelids. She was lying on her back, on a hard surface, likely wood. This surface was rocking her back and forth, like a baby's craddle. It took a moment before she remembered where she was. A boat.
After the falling out with her former roomate, the young woman had managed to escape Micqueot by sneaking on board of a ferry. Of course, she was discovered eventually, but by that time the ship had already left the North Blue. They had thrown her overboard, as was custom with stowaways. Luckily, a fisherman had discovered her and had allowed her to take a ride back to his home island. All that was yesterday. Now she was here, still on the boat.
Opening her eyes, Lila was blinded by the high up noon sun. Cringing, she held her hand up to block the sun until her eyes would get used to the sudden light.
"Ah, you're awake!" The gentleman that had fished her out of the water was a skinny, middleaged guy with long blue hair hanging down to his chest. "Had a good sleep, miss?"
He was sitting at the bow of the little boat, looking at the island in the distance, most of his clothes thrown casually over his shoulder. The South Blue sun could get a little warm, so that fact wasn't surprising at all. Chete too had gotten rid of her shirt yesterday to use it as at least some sort of pillow. Now she was only wearing her mouse gray fur boots and, tucked into them, skintight black jeans. Fortunately, her upper body up to the chest was still covered by bandages, as always.
"Sure..." she mumbled. Absentminded, the lass with the curly hair sat up straight, grabbed the guitarcase next to her and opened it.
"Not much of a talker, are ya?", laughed her company.
"No...not really..."
She opened the case. Inside, she found what her subconciouss was looking for: A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Without paying any attention to the clearly amused fisherman, closed the case again, put a cigarette in her mouth, lit it and inhaled slowly.
"Those will kill you, you know!", kid the boat owner.
That earned him a gaze through the thicket of blonde hair. Kulira's eyes were of such intensity, that the ice-blue could still sting even with the curtain of blonde in front of them.
"If it's tobacco that gets you, lucky you." responded the smoker with a deadpan face before looking at the sun and blowing a long thin stream of smoke in its direction.
"Huuuuh!" The fisherman jokingly shuddered, then shrugged "I guess you're right.", he grinned "I'm counting on the storms to do that job."
Awkward silence ensued for a minute or two, only interrupted by the noise of the gentle waves and Lila's occasional in- and exhaling. Finally, the male raised his voice again.
"We are almost there, see the beach back there? That's Yeste, my home."
"I see it..." Done, the smoking lady flicked the leftover stub over board.
Conversation. How she hated conversation! Completely useless babble at that! Of course she could see the island, what else was there to see!?
Opening her case again, she turned her back to her fellow passenger, put the smokes back in and took the lid of a small red plastic box with the words "Bodypaint" printed on it.
"Ahem...you're a musician, right?"
Apparently her helper was hellbent on getting her to talk.
"Yes."
"Mind playing something for me? That might pass the time."
Dipping her both her index and middle fingers in the red paint, Cheteria didn't answer at first. She was busy paitning a straight red line from her shoulder down her arms to her elbows.
"Ma'am?"
"I like playing music when I'm by myself..."
The last touch of her costume was a red cross on the bandages that covered her stomach. Once she was finished, she closed the box again and carefully put it back in the case.
"Suit yourself then." Obviously frustrated, the seaman was looking at the island again before he could see Miss Akuvutika turn around.
Minutes went by as the two remained silent. The fairskinned woman's look had changed into that of a predator cowering before the jump. The corners of her mouth wer pointing slightly upwards. Slowly and silently, she robbed closer the fisher, making sure she didn't move enough in one rob for him to notice any noise. The anticipation ran through her body, making her voice tremble a little as she started talking again.
"I think I'll manage on my own now!"
"Hm?" The guy didn't even bother looking back anymore. He probably thought he had misheard "Are you finally thanking me for saving your life?"
"You should have gone with smoking."
"What are you talking ab-"
Like a snake, Chete suddenly shot up, grabbing the man's mouth with her right hand while putting her other one on the back of his head.
"Shrihihihihi!"
Multiple loud cracking sounds. Muffled screaming.
The boat hit the shore. Satisfied, Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika gracefully stepped offboard, putting her shirt back on as she did so. Shouldering her guitarcase and lighting another cigarette, the young musician left the dead good smaritan and wandered up the warm white beach, in the direction of the town.
After the falling out with her former roomate, the young woman had managed to escape Micqueot by sneaking on board of a ferry. Of course, she was discovered eventually, but by that time the ship had already left the North Blue. They had thrown her overboard, as was custom with stowaways. Luckily, a fisherman had discovered her and had allowed her to take a ride back to his home island. All that was yesterday. Now she was here, still on the boat.
Opening her eyes, Lila was blinded by the high up noon sun. Cringing, she held her hand up to block the sun until her eyes would get used to the sudden light.
"Ah, you're awake!" The gentleman that had fished her out of the water was a skinny, middleaged guy with long blue hair hanging down to his chest. "Had a good sleep, miss?"
He was sitting at the bow of the little boat, looking at the island in the distance, most of his clothes thrown casually over his shoulder. The South Blue sun could get a little warm, so that fact wasn't surprising at all. Chete too had gotten rid of her shirt yesterday to use it as at least some sort of pillow. Now she was only wearing her mouse gray fur boots and, tucked into them, skintight black jeans. Fortunately, her upper body up to the chest was still covered by bandages, as always.
"Sure..." she mumbled. Absentminded, the lass with the curly hair sat up straight, grabbed the guitarcase next to her and opened it.
"Not much of a talker, are ya?", laughed her company.
"No...not really..."
She opened the case. Inside, she found what her subconciouss was looking for: A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Without paying any attention to the clearly amused fisherman, closed the case again, put a cigarette in her mouth, lit it and inhaled slowly.
"Those will kill you, you know!", kid the boat owner.
That earned him a gaze through the thicket of blonde hair. Kulira's eyes were of such intensity, that the ice-blue could still sting even with the curtain of blonde in front of them.
"If it's tobacco that gets you, lucky you." responded the smoker with a deadpan face before looking at the sun and blowing a long thin stream of smoke in its direction.
"Huuuuh!" The fisherman jokingly shuddered, then shrugged "I guess you're right.", he grinned "I'm counting on the storms to do that job."
Awkward silence ensued for a minute or two, only interrupted by the noise of the gentle waves and Lila's occasional in- and exhaling. Finally, the male raised his voice again.
"We are almost there, see the beach back there? That's Yeste, my home."
"I see it..." Done, the smoking lady flicked the leftover stub over board.
Conversation. How she hated conversation! Completely useless babble at that! Of course she could see the island, what else was there to see!?
Opening her case again, she turned her back to her fellow passenger, put the smokes back in and took the lid of a small red plastic box with the words "Bodypaint" printed on it.
"Ahem...you're a musician, right?"
Apparently her helper was hellbent on getting her to talk.
"Yes."
"Mind playing something for me? That might pass the time."
Dipping her both her index and middle fingers in the red paint, Cheteria didn't answer at first. She was busy paitning a straight red line from her shoulder down her arms to her elbows.
"Ma'am?"
"I like playing music when I'm by myself..."
The last touch of her costume was a red cross on the bandages that covered her stomach. Once she was finished, she closed the box again and carefully put it back in the case.
"Suit yourself then." Obviously frustrated, the seaman was looking at the island again before he could see Miss Akuvutika turn around.
Minutes went by as the two remained silent. The fairskinned woman's look had changed into that of a predator cowering before the jump. The corners of her mouth wer pointing slightly upwards. Slowly and silently, she robbed closer the fisher, making sure she didn't move enough in one rob for him to notice any noise. The anticipation ran through her body, making her voice tremble a little as she started talking again.
"I think I'll manage on my own now!"
"Hm?" The guy didn't even bother looking back anymore. He probably thought he had misheard "Are you finally thanking me for saving your life?"
"You should have gone with smoking."
"What are you talking ab-"
Like a snake, Chete suddenly shot up, grabbing the man's mouth with her right hand while putting her other one on the back of his head.
"Shrihihihihi!"
Multiple loud cracking sounds. Muffled screaming.
The boat hit the shore. Satisfied, Kulira Cheteria Akuvutika gracefully stepped offboard, putting her shirt back on as she did so. Shouldering her guitarcase and lighting another cigarette, the young musician left the dead good smaritan and wandered up the warm white beach, in the direction of the town.