Post by Blitzfrieg on Mar 6, 2018 2:55:53 GMT -5
A thin trail of smoke followed behind Angela like a wispy serpent twisting through the air. She walked down a dark alleyway with the confident stride of a woman who didn’t fear for her safety. Normally one would most certainly be careful walking the back alleys of Loguetown, man or woman. While the Marines’ held a presence, it was still a magnet for pirates and ruffians alike. Nonetheless her tall heels set a steady beat as they clicked their way across the cobblestone, like they were keeping time with the beat of her heart.
Mostly covered in some form or another, she only stood out if she decided to look up from beneath the rim of her wide brimmed hat. It was black like her coat and slacks, with a pink ribbon tied around it bound on the back end. She wore a coat much like that found on the shoulders of Marine captains, save where they wore white she was clad in mimicry of the night, with gold clasps and buttons standing out against the midnight fabric. Her bright pink shirt stood out aggressively when she walked just right, or when the chill breeze caught the sides of her coat and pulled them back. It billowed and whipped against the gentle wind, a fine silk cloth, loose and frilled like that worn by buccaneers.
“Oi! Lady! Are you mad?” Angela stopped, turning her head only slightly so that her golden eyes peaked from beneath her hat, gazing lazily at the source of the sudden and obtuse interruption of her walk. An old man was leaning out of a back window. He looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, night cap and robes made that pretty obvious. Perhaps curious as to the loud clicking of her heels on stone? Who could know?
“Aren’t we all sir?” She spoke through her teeth which delicately clutched a finely crafted, gold inlaid ivory cigarette extender. An extender which she just realized was holding a cigarette which had just gone out. She sighed and plucked it from her mouth casually, rapping it against her wrist to knock the old wrapping from its end then replacing it with another.
“Ah yer one of them cheeky dames are you? Well all the more reason to be careful!” The old man looked like he sat down, resting his arm on the window sill with a beleaguered groan while putting a cigar to his own lips. Angela spied the lighter he was raising to his oral fixation, and held hers up in silent request. He waved her over, and she approached with a sway in her step. She moved with a certain grace that was acquired through the complete awareness of her own beauty and strength, tempered by rigorous training in her youth. Grace combined with confidence. Even the older man was a bit taken back, though he had certainly hit that special age where men were a bit harder to impress with good looks. His observation was more born of curiosity. Even with her wings hidden by the coat, she stood out from the norm in this part of town. Angela wordlessly leaned over, allowing the man to light her cigarette, before standing up and blowing the smoke from her nose with a sigh and closed eyes. Slowly, she reopened them and leveled her gaze on the man.
“Da? A woman is not safe to walk at night with so many fine Marines on guard?” The old man scoffed at her words.
“I think we are both too old to be believing that nonsense. Me more than you!” The old man groaned and puffed his cigar vigorously. “Look Miss. It’s clear you ain’t no typical lady. I can see that now. I reckon you’ve got business and these alleys keep you far from those ‘fine marines’ you speaking of eh?” Angela smirked and shrugged coyly. “Aye I thought as much. If ye don’t mind me asking….what brings you to this fine island?” Angela regarded the man with a smile.
“Oh I suppose the same as most who come here….” Angela raised a hand and carefully removed her hat, brushing some unseen dust from it and shaking her hair out dramatically. Even that old, salty heart skipped a beat at the sight of her gorgeous features and flawless dark complexion. “Fortune….fame...adventure….” She placed the hat back on her head with a playful wink. “And a hot meal if you know where one can be found.” The old man took a long, powerful draw from his cigar and chuckled, letting out a thick plume of sweet smoke as he responded.
“At this time of night….and nearby I presume? Ye don’t want to be walkin’ all night….hmmm….” The elders face lit up as some old memory struck back into mind. “I’ll tell you what. Go down that alley they way ye were headin’ and take a right just before the night market. Keep going until ye see a sign for the Beat Buster Bar.” He jabbed his cigar in Angela’s direction, commanding her attention. “Just don’t stir up any trouble! The lady what owns it is a far cry from yer average dame. She’ll mess ye up good and toss ye in the sea!” Angela tipped her hat and turned wordlessly back to the alleyway to pick up her strut where she had left off, leaving the old man with a bemused expression on his face. “Kids these days.” He groaned at his aching back as he leaned into his seat, keeping an eye on the sway of Angela’s hips as she moved away, another trail of wispy white trailing her as she did.
“Hmmmm….Beat Buster?” The dark skinned beauty muttered to herself. She was tired of walking, and hungry at that. She was very short on coin, but perhaps she could earn her food and drink. As fine a performer as she was fine to behold, she’d often earned room and board in her younger years by singing a song or two. It had been a while since that had been necessary. It was not long past that she had been the proud owner of a small but respectable fortune. Had….being the key word. She looked downward, shaking her head gently as she pushed such thoughts aside. Angela tried to keep herself from dwelling on the five ships of hers that had just been sank, or the stockpile raided, or the crews lost to prison or worse…...instead she focused on remembering her favorite tunes, and prepared to lay on her thickest charm in order to feed the gnawing hunger growing in her gut. The past was the past. She needed to focus on the present for the moment, until she was fed. Then she had to consider the future….which currently relied on the treasure map tucked in the inside pocket of her heavy coat.
Mostly covered in some form or another, she only stood out if she decided to look up from beneath the rim of her wide brimmed hat. It was black like her coat and slacks, with a pink ribbon tied around it bound on the back end. She wore a coat much like that found on the shoulders of Marine captains, save where they wore white she was clad in mimicry of the night, with gold clasps and buttons standing out against the midnight fabric. Her bright pink shirt stood out aggressively when she walked just right, or when the chill breeze caught the sides of her coat and pulled them back. It billowed and whipped against the gentle wind, a fine silk cloth, loose and frilled like that worn by buccaneers.
“Oi! Lady! Are you mad?” Angela stopped, turning her head only slightly so that her golden eyes peaked from beneath her hat, gazing lazily at the source of the sudden and obtuse interruption of her walk. An old man was leaning out of a back window. He looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, night cap and robes made that pretty obvious. Perhaps curious as to the loud clicking of her heels on stone? Who could know?
“Aren’t we all sir?” She spoke through her teeth which delicately clutched a finely crafted, gold inlaid ivory cigarette extender. An extender which she just realized was holding a cigarette which had just gone out. She sighed and plucked it from her mouth casually, rapping it against her wrist to knock the old wrapping from its end then replacing it with another.
“Ah yer one of them cheeky dames are you? Well all the more reason to be careful!” The old man looked like he sat down, resting his arm on the window sill with a beleaguered groan while putting a cigar to his own lips. Angela spied the lighter he was raising to his oral fixation, and held hers up in silent request. He waved her over, and she approached with a sway in her step. She moved with a certain grace that was acquired through the complete awareness of her own beauty and strength, tempered by rigorous training in her youth. Grace combined with confidence. Even the older man was a bit taken back, though he had certainly hit that special age where men were a bit harder to impress with good looks. His observation was more born of curiosity. Even with her wings hidden by the coat, she stood out from the norm in this part of town. Angela wordlessly leaned over, allowing the man to light her cigarette, before standing up and blowing the smoke from her nose with a sigh and closed eyes. Slowly, she reopened them and leveled her gaze on the man.
“Da? A woman is not safe to walk at night with so many fine Marines on guard?” The old man scoffed at her words.
“I think we are both too old to be believing that nonsense. Me more than you!” The old man groaned and puffed his cigar vigorously. “Look Miss. It’s clear you ain’t no typical lady. I can see that now. I reckon you’ve got business and these alleys keep you far from those ‘fine marines’ you speaking of eh?” Angela smirked and shrugged coyly. “Aye I thought as much. If ye don’t mind me asking….what brings you to this fine island?” Angela regarded the man with a smile.
“Oh I suppose the same as most who come here….” Angela raised a hand and carefully removed her hat, brushing some unseen dust from it and shaking her hair out dramatically. Even that old, salty heart skipped a beat at the sight of her gorgeous features and flawless dark complexion. “Fortune….fame...adventure….” She placed the hat back on her head with a playful wink. “And a hot meal if you know where one can be found.” The old man took a long, powerful draw from his cigar and chuckled, letting out a thick plume of sweet smoke as he responded.
“At this time of night….and nearby I presume? Ye don’t want to be walkin’ all night….hmmm….” The elders face lit up as some old memory struck back into mind. “I’ll tell you what. Go down that alley they way ye were headin’ and take a right just before the night market. Keep going until ye see a sign for the Beat Buster Bar.” He jabbed his cigar in Angela’s direction, commanding her attention. “Just don’t stir up any trouble! The lady what owns it is a far cry from yer average dame. She’ll mess ye up good and toss ye in the sea!” Angela tipped her hat and turned wordlessly back to the alleyway to pick up her strut where she had left off, leaving the old man with a bemused expression on his face. “Kids these days.” He groaned at his aching back as he leaned into his seat, keeping an eye on the sway of Angela’s hips as she moved away, another trail of wispy white trailing her as she did.
“Hmmmm….Beat Buster?” The dark skinned beauty muttered to herself. She was tired of walking, and hungry at that. She was very short on coin, but perhaps she could earn her food and drink. As fine a performer as she was fine to behold, she’d often earned room and board in her younger years by singing a song or two. It had been a while since that had been necessary. It was not long past that she had been the proud owner of a small but respectable fortune. Had….being the key word. She looked downward, shaking her head gently as she pushed such thoughts aside. Angela tried to keep herself from dwelling on the five ships of hers that had just been sank, or the stockpile raided, or the crews lost to prison or worse…...instead she focused on remembering her favorite tunes, and prepared to lay on her thickest charm in order to feed the gnawing hunger growing in her gut. The past was the past. She needed to focus on the present for the moment, until she was fed. Then she had to consider the future….which currently relied on the treasure map tucked in the inside pocket of her heavy coat.