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[AnimeGenork]

Tobias Abernathy
a.k.a. Macaria

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Where's the Party? II Location: The Boat II With: Isabelle diwa Ara Uxie Fran PixieDust II Mentions: Isabelle diwa Ara Uxie Fran PixieDust II Outfit: This

It had been a hard goodbye to his younger sister, but Tobias was able to make her smile before she could cry. His parents were so proud of their son, going to study at a university in another country. For a while, he'd been unsure what to do in the universities in his own country, especially since his real dream was to be a mortician and carry out the wishes of the dead. That didn't exactly go down well whenever someone asked him what he wanted to do with his life. For some reason, they all thought he was emo or suicidal? Where the hell did they get that idea?

In any case, Tobias had to admit, this boat had everything. Gardens? A pool? A lounge and bar? Man, was he ever tempted to just throw a boat-wide party. He'd probably have to work out the logistics before even bothering, however. Ah, well. Perhaps he'd find a party already in progress. As he explored the ship, he bypassed the bar, which was sure to have a party. However, considering he didn't drink ever since that one time, he figured he'd go there as a last resort, should he feel there was nowhere else to have fun.

It was about that time he thought he heard something classical on the piano. Now, he was no Mozart, but he was fairly sure that was Chopin. Something about him being German tended to awake that instinct. He followed the sound, skipping every other step in a sort of dance. Finally, he located the source of the song in a ballroom. Man, this boat really did have everything! Tobias noted three girls in the room: two blondes and Korean girl. Said Korean girl was dancing, and my, was it beautiful. Tobias absolutely had to ask her where she learned such beautiful dancing...after she was done, of course.

The pianist was one of the blonds, her fingers flying over the keys. Tobias watched her in awe for a few seconds before turning to the other blonde, a girl who was beautiful in her own way. Despite its lack of attention to fashion, her outfit was charming, and it seemed to display her personality better than a high fashion ensemble might. Cute. He noticed that she seemed torn. "Plan on going somewhere?" Tobias asked, a kind smile flitting across his face. "Is this party not fun enough?" His smile widened, signaling that he was lightly teasing.

Then he whispered to her, "Although, if you're going to explore the rest of the boat, can I come with you? I have yet to see everything, and it's so big I think seeing it with someone else would be fun, don't you think?" As he waited for her to answer (and most likely reject his proposal), his eyes drifted back to the pianist and the dancer. He almost felt as if he was watching a recital, like the ones his sisters would put on for him and his parents. The thought made him grin Hopefully he'd be able to do something that would've made Roselia proud. He wouldn't accept anything less.​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Jacqueline Royster
a.k.a. Asclepius

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Man, I Need a Smoke II Location: The Boat II With: Magnus Versailles II Mentions: Magnus Versailles II Outfit: This

Jacqueline was finally free of her parents and their expectations to become a doctor. Yeah, she actually did want to become one. But that didn't matter in the face of her parents pressuring her to do so. Study, study, study, become the best in your class. Jesus. Couldn't she at least have a little fun? Their constant hounding wasn't going to do anything for her. She already was the best in her class. Lay off a little, Mom and Pop.

With an aggressive sigh, Jackie reached into her pocket and took out her pack of cigarettes. Though it was true that they didn't really calm you down and did bad things to your body, they tended to have an actual calming effect on Jackie. Not even her own doctor knew why her lungs hadn't begun to blacken from her smoking. Well, no pain no gain, right? Making sure she had her lighter, Jackie made her way outside so she wouldn't pollute the indoors with her smoke.

There were so many people around. Couldn't she go somewhere where she was less likely to cause cancer? UGH. Jackie had to backtrack once she saw one of the decks had a whole crowd of people on it. Barely a day on the ship and everyone was already causing drama? Good job to them, then. Jackie decided to try an upper deck next.

What she found there was a boy with a beanie and long hair. He rocked the look though, in Jackie's opinion, so she decided to stay. Just so that she wouldn't surprise him, Jackie clicked her boot on the floor and strode onto the upper deck. "You don't mind if I smoke here, do you? I wouldn't want to be rude." She waved the pack of cigs, quirking an eyebrow inquisitively. There was something sad about the boy, almost depressed. Whether or not it was true depression remained to be seen.

Leaning against the railing a bit away from him, she put a cigarette in her mouth, more for comfort than for the actual smoke itself. She wouldn't light it until the boy gave her the go-ahead, but her fingers twitched with every passing moment. Looking at the boy in a way that was meant to be friendly, she asked, "I'm guessing you were invited to this university, too, then?" She paused and cursed under her breath. "Oh, geez, I've forgotten my manners. I'm Jacqueline Royster, but you can call me Jackie. What's yours?"

Jackie honestly meant to come across as approachable, but with her cigarette and eyebrow piercings, that didn't always work out. She was hoping to change that at his new university, however, starting with this boy who seemed to be the socially awkward type. Who knows, maybe she'd help him break out of his shell. That was entirely doubtful, though. Jackie was only helpful with science and first aid.​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Avril Cavallon
a.k.a. Harmonia

Guild: n/a II Scenario: So Many Nice People! II Location: The Boat II With: Angelo ms marigold Galen stellar.nova Jada PixieDust II Mentions: Angelo ms marigold Galen stellar.nova Jada PixieDust II Outfit: This

Galen and Angelo? What beautiful names! And oh, Galen was from England? There was so much history there; her father had taken a special interest in France's fluctuating relationship between the two countries. Interesting! "France really is beautiful! Especially Paris! I may be biased, though, seeing as how I grew up there." With a genuinely hopeful smile, she added, "Perhaps you'll be able to visit someday soon!"

His response to her apology was so kind, Avril couldn't help but smile a bit wider. She really hoped they could be friends or, at the very least, acquaintances. This had turned out better than she had hoped. Wouldn't Aunt Coralie be proud! Galen definitely seemed to be the sort of guy she could have a nice, long conversation with. People were often surprised she was so fascinated with history, but that's what happens when your father has written books about it!

Hearing another friendly voice, Avril turned on her heel and smiled at the newcomer. Her accent was slightly more distinct than Avril's own, but it made her seem all the friendlier! Giving the girl a welcoming grin, Avril shook her head emphatically. "I don't mind at all! I love meeting new people! My name's Avril!" If it was even humanly possible, Avril's voice had grown happier by the second. Three people in less than ten minutes! This was probably a new record for her. Oh, she so dearly hoped she'd be able to become friends with them.

Glancing back at Angelo, she saw that he seemed to be a bit more timid than when it was just her talking to him. How adorable! She walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bench, placing her mother's sketchbook in her lap. Her eyes met Angelo's warmly, as if to say that she was there for him if he needed it. They might not have known each other long, but something about him made her want to be there for him in situations like this or at least be someone he could depend on.

Tilting her head and looking at the girl, she asked curiously, "Where are you from? Your accent is so pretty!" She smiled to show her sincerity. "I've never been outside of France before now, so I'm unfamiliar with accents outside of Europe." To accompany her light tone, she shrugged, as if to say, What can you do? She'd never needed to travel outside of France anyway, as her life had been filled with strolls through Paris and photo shoots for her mother's new clothing lines.

But now, she was without her parents, and she had to learn to fly on her own. That wasn't to say she couldn't find other birds to share the journey with!​

 

[deer]

Demeter: The Goddess of Harvest

Information

Location: Safe-haven - Wandering the Ship
Scenario: "It is raining"
With: N/A
Tags: N/A

Nagesa Seychelle Vel

In the midst of the night, rain poured down from the sky, as if someone above hadn't been able to hold it in and the tears just kept on repeatedly falling. It seemed whenever it rained, the weather seemed to match along her own. If someone other than Anette saw her, a silhouette can be seen curled up into a fetal position. The blanket nicely wrapped around her, providing warmth and maybe even comfort. Even if a small squeaking sound was made, the young woman still stared blankly ahead, with her back turned, at the small-lit candle that was burning next to her. She couldn't tell when the storm had passed or even if it had at all, all she knew was it felt cold. Everything was cold. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. But, she didn't mind, she hadn't felt warmth since she was fourteen, its been eight years since then, however, not a day goes by that she doesn't think of him. The hours felt like years, the months felt like decades, and the years felt like millennium. But, through it all, the little tiny hope she had left, was left to the garden outside her small little cabin.

The crops were flourishing, the flowers were blooming, and the garden was never dry or deserted, at least, it was safe for a few months before the cycle repeated over again. Tending to the crops was her favorite past time. It was just her and her grains, her herbs, her plants, and just nature. Nature was always a tricky business, but she hadn't a mind for that either. It was a niche she had, surprisingly. But, it seemed that would be stripped for her as well, wouldn't it? No, it really wasn't like that, but that's what it felt like. Her world was changing and she was grasping at straws to not been flown within the whirlwind called: life. Closing her eyes, she remembered the moment she had gotten the letter. All the feelings she thought she left behind resurfaced. All the dreams she had that she thought buried in the back of her mind seemed to come alive again. But, the only pained her so as her aching heart couldn't bear the idea, the idea of it being taken from her once more.

However, Annette saw it differently. Annette saw the letter as an opportunity for Nagesa to finally live a 'normal' life, to get back out 'there' again, and be the woman that she was suppose to become. At first, Nagesa, felt herself overwhelmed with happiness but the more she thought about it the more afraid she became. Desires? Was she even allowed to have such ideals? Everything inside her screamed "don't go, don't go" but a part of her, that tiny hope that opened up again whispered, "what are you waiting for?"[/FONT]


The hardest thing she had to do was say "good-bye". Goodbye to the woman who stuck by herself through the heart aches and the pain. Goodbye to the woman who always made her go on. Goodbye to the woman who was like the mother she never had. If she ever felt resentment, it was the resentment of the letter coming into her life when she was content with what she had. Her life was enough for her during that moment but the letter came in like a wrecking ball, wanting to destroy everything she ever built. But, regardless of how she felt, she couldn't. No, she just couldn't take that happiness she saw Anette exhume for her when she had gotten accepted into a University, a University she hadn't even applied for. Anette cried in excitement for her and something inside Nagesa turned on a switch as well, as she cried along with her. She was accepted. Accepted.

Now that she was on the boat, Nagesa couldn't help but feel some-what nervous of the whole idea. A University on an island? In Greece for that matter? It wasn't the fact that it was on an island, but it was a place so far from home. Home. . but was that what it was to her? Home? Maybe so. . she always believed it was her safe-haven where no one could find her. But, here she was on a ship towards a place that well . . found her and invited her to come. Nevertheless, she was more than grateful. Grateful someone would actually like her to be a part of something, anything. Nagesa never found herself staying in one place at a time, something inside her told her to explore the area and perhaps. . the people. So, with every fiber of her confidence and being, Nagesa ended up walking around the ship, aimlessly.

coding; allrightsreserved
deer ​

 

[deer]

Goddess of Choas, Discord, and Strife

Guild: N/A | Location: Middle Deck - Spa Room - Game Room | Scenario: "The chaos has arrived ladies and gents." | With: Katya stellar.nova and Arte Seraph Darkfire | Mentions: The Misfit Krewe - Her Father - Katya | Outfit:
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Looking down from below from the middle deck, Val found herself smirking at the scene before her. Her gears were at work as she watched the scene unfold. A man seemingly too "good looking" for his own good, an innocent-looking girl that could be eaten by wolves if not careful, a brash and harsh woman who practically saved the fallen red head, and a dashing young stud who seemed more level-headed than the other, surrounded the scene of the crime. She found joy in watching the little "ants" as she liked to call them, since she was watching from above, scramble with mixed and confused feelings like a chicken with its head on fire. All in one go there was anxiousness, anger, annoyance, and fear around. Now. Should she have stepped in and help? Hm, probably not, not if she wanted to cause even more, well, disruption.

However, once the woman was saved, Val found herself growing undeniably bored and decided to head off and find some other place to look for "fun". If there was one word to describe Val it was . . chaos. She could literally be standing in the room, doing absolutely nothing, and disruption could occur. Maybe it's the aura she emits as if everyone just vibes off of her waves. Nevertheless, Val never liked beating around the bush, as she finds pleasure in seeing truth being spilled and lies being well, revealed. It brings her so much glee.

Soon, Val headed off, tapping her fingers against her chin as she picked and chose where she wanted to go. The deeper she got into the ship, the more she could hear the various voices from different places on the boat. Should she present herself to these people? Or should she enter a place where no one has arrived and just wait for something to happened? The latter seemed really boring, but she had all the time in the world, plus, a good facial and massage sounded absolutely wonderful at this point. However, thinking about what happened before she got on the damn boat made her extremely pissed off all over again.

It would be her father to send a message via pigeon to tell her to "SIDET" as if she was a damn Russian dog. The hell does she look like staying in one place? Did he really think she would just wait for a "Prince Charming" or in fact , anyone to come and save her? Hell no. That's stupid. She can definitely take care of herself especially since it's been literally years since she's actually spoken to her father. To think her father would know her by now. Sike. Honestly, just to spite her father, she up and left and decided to go to this University, see what all the excitement and desire is about. At first, she wasn't even planning on going. University? What a bore! All rules and rules. Gross. Exactly why would she want to go there? And they have answers she seeks? Who the hell cares? She's perfectly fine without knowing how she got her abilities anyways. But, the only thing is knowing how to get her powers to work by controlling them, that was the hard part. But nevertheless, the more she thought about seeing what awaits her off this boat, it made her anticipate the adventure even that much more.

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Val found herself in one of the spa rooms a few minutes later, relaxing. Scented candles and the aroma of flowers and fragrance emitted in the air. It was definitely relaxing but just how long can she last without well . . . ruining something? She had been getting a back massage for about 15 minutes without actually growing "bored". However, the silence was killing her. She needed something, anything, to keep her entertained. So, what did she do? Make small-- nope, she pried into the life of her masseuse. Next thing she knew, the massuese who's name she now knew as Reti . . rambled.

"And he hasn't even called me back yet! I was only gone for a week! I have a feeling he's seeing someone else. . He always called back."

With a heavy sigh, Val had been laying on her stomach for thirty minutes now, waiting for the massage to resume, but the god forsaken woman just kept going on and on. It's no surprise she was getting a headache. However, before Val could make a snide comment, another woman walked into the room. Furrowing her brows, Val was about to protest before Reti ended up bringing the woman, who's name she also knew now, Tina, into the conversation as well. Fast forward another fifteen minutes. At this point, Val was about to scream at the top of her lungs, that is, until, Tina also shared her story. Fast forward another thirty minutes. Soon, her brows quirked as a sly grin appeared on her lips. She knew exactly where this was going. The stories were too similar. . and very entertaining to watch the the two unprepared souls before her.

"It always goes to voicemail. . . it's been a week since we've spoken . . Did I do something wrong? We were going to go on a date tonight. . "

. . . Twenty misissippi. . . and. . boom! The truth finally came out when the both of them discovered. . well . . the guy sure had been busy . . screwing . . . the both of them. Val tried her hardest to bite her laugh as she saw the priceless reaction of both of the girls' faces. Go figure, one man, two best friends. It's like she had front seats to her very own soap opera. Soon enough, yelling and arguments ensued as she watched the once used to be best friends turn into sworn enemies. Clicking her tongue, Val shook her head. Idiots. However, the louder they got, the more angry Val had gotten. Damn vibes for amplifying the strife even more. Sitting up from her position, making sure she was covered up nicely, Val folded her left leg over her right, folding her arms as she raised her voice,

"Will the both of you. . shut the HELL up! Gods, fighting against each other won't do shit. So put your big girl panties on and exact the revenge on what he did to the both of you! For crying out loud you two are friends, so stop this shitty fight. If you can't get over yourselves, then leave! I came here to relax! Is this not a spa? Don't make me fire the both of you and cause a complaint! Now hurry the f-- up and get back to massaging my sore back! And you, Tina, get out of here. Be f--- professional and know how to separate work from work and personal life from personal life."

With that, the fighting ceased and Tina left, leaving a somber Reti in her midst as the massaging resumed. Honestly, Val hadn't felt bad, not one bit. Instead, she was gleefully giddy at the turn of events. Maybe she should go to the spa often.


Feeling refreshed and somewhat like a "new" person, Val's lip curved into a sly smile as she whistled when she walked around the boat once more. Where should she go to next? The spa was a solid 7/10. It could have been better, but that's besides the point. Val ended up wandering off to what she noticed to be a game room. "Games? All these games here but they still want to play with others? Tut tut." She spoke to herself as she walked into the room.

As she looked around, exploring the area as her hands gently touched one of the game tables, Val noticed two people on the other side of the room. A modest woman with curly sun-kissed blonde hair as well as a male. The two seemed to be engrossed in conversation, but that never stopped her from interrupting someone. As she approached them, Val's wavy red-hair bounced with each step as she walked. "Hello, hello! Am I interrupting something over here?" She seductively purred out only for her to stop in her tracks as she could get a full view of the two people standing before her. "No, way. It can not be." She whispered loudly to herself as her eyes widened in surprise and glee. Even if it has been years since she saw her, there's no mistaken it. It was her.

Shaking her head in amazement, Val couldn't help but let herself go, "KATYA!" Her Russian accent managed to slither through her words whenever she called her best, no, childhood bestie's endearing name. With that, just seeing her best friend, her Katya, her lifeline, here in a flesh brought tears to her eyes, though they never flowed. Val hadn't waited for her to respond, instead, she immediately flung herself towards Katya, wrapping her arms around her tightly, in fear she was dreaming of Katya's presence. She didn't care if someone else was in the room, the only thing that matter was her, her Katya.

 

[stellar.nova]

"The world is terrifying, but there are small things that make it the most beautiful place in existence."​

Ekaterina Romanov​

Calypso​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Game Room
• Scenario: Valyetchka?
• With: Arte Seraph Darkfire ; Val deer
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This

Katy was absolutely flustered at the thought that her accent could be inhibiting a conversation, or even causing anyone some annoyance. Of course, it was likely just her mind running away with her. Most people wouldn't mind an accent. Still, she was self-conscious enough to think these things about herself. Even to the point that she expected Arte to say something rude to her. Her pose suggested that of a child who knows a scolding was coming, her hands were clasped behind her back and her face was turned towards the ground, glowing a bright red. What she didn't expect, was for Arte to say what he did. "No, your accent is actually quite pleasing. I've found accents very interesting as they do not just differ by country, but by locale as well."

It wasn't so much the last part of that statement that caught her attention. It was the first part that had her head swimming and her heart race speeding. Her accent was pleasing? It was a simple compliment, so why was she so affected by it? She turned her face upward to coyly meet Arte's gaze, and a wavering but happy smile touched her lips. "Thank you. It really means a lot that you think such things."

"If you are uncomfortable with this language, I can speak Russian instead" He spoke Russian?! And quite well too! A thrill of excitement surged through Katy when he spoke. Before she could say anything, however, she noticed his thoughtful look, and instead supposed that it might prove more fruitful if she waited for him to say what he wanted to say. He finally continued on, still in Russian."When we reach where we are heading, I would be honored if you would become my subject and allow me to carve you out of marble."

He wanted to carve her?! Oh my goodness! Here she was thinking that all men were awful, and there was one that wanted to make art of her. Perhaps she should rethink her ideas of men just a bit. "Of course, I-" She had begun answering him when all of a sudden, the emotions of someone else infiltrated her senses. She had felt the ease and calm of Arte before, with some addition of something else she wasn't familiar with, and a great amount of passion when he spoke of art...but this was something altogether new. It was a wild sort of emotion, confident, sultry. Desirable. Almost immediately after she noticed it, she heard the voice that belonged to it.

"Hello, hello! Am I interrupting something over here?" Katy was almost frightened to look at the owner of the seductive, smoky voice of the girl, but her curiosity won out. She turned her head ever so slightly to look, only to see the girl stop dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide. "No, way. It can not be." Katy heard her loud whisper and felt excitement pouring off of her in waves with just a glimmer of sadness...no...nostalgia. But there was more. It overpowered everything else. It was love. Love to a degree that Katy hadn't felt in a very, very long time. It was then that she pieced it all together.

Of course, it was too late for her to say anything as she soon felt the girl wrap her arms around her rather aggressively. "KATYA!" It was loud and shocking, but at this point, Katy couldn't care. She wrapped her arms around the girl just as tightly. She felt their emotions mingling, love, sadness, nostalgia, happiness. It was almost too much for her to bear.

"Valyetchka!" Her voice rang out louder than it had been this whole time, absolutely filled with emotion. "I have missed you so much." Much to her surprise, tears were streaming down her face at a rather rapid rate. They weren't unhappy tears at all. They were tears of joy. She had her Valyetchka back, and for now, that was all that mattered.

And yet, she felt the twinge of another emotion infiltrate those that she was sensing. And she remembered her previous object of attention. "Oh." She moved slightly out of Val's grasp, just enough to be able to speak and no more. She couldn't bear to let go of her, or for her to let go either. It had been much too long for that. "Valyetchka. This is Arte. He wants to make a sculpture of me. Arte...this is my friend from childhood."

 

[stellar.nova]

"I don't want to be talked to, touched, looked at, or woken up in the mornings."​

Philomena Alexopoulos​

Hades​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Upper Deck
• Scenario: Who's this now?
• With: Heidi PixieDust
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This

Philomena was lying on one of the chaise lounges on the upper deck, her hoodie now tied around her waist since it was a tad bit warm now that it was nearing noontime. Honestly? It was quiet up here. There was no one in her immediate vicinity, and the breeze was quite comfortable. And while the sun was bright, her sunglasses kept it from getting into her eyes too much. She could just...easily...fall...asleep.

And she did. It was a quiet sort of sleep to those who passed by her if anyone did. She seemed peaceful and she didn't snore. She never did. But in her dreams, it was loud. Loud with the wails of the dead. So it was going to be that sort of dream state, she mused to herself. Yeah, she was aware of her dreams. It was nothing new. It had been happening since she was fifteen or so.

She looked around. It was much the same thing, darkness, the river of fire, screams. And there...the souls that she knew all too well, heading straight for her. She turned around, intent to run away from them. She still wasn't ready to face her mistakes. Not yet. She just wished they would stop haunting her.

She tripped and turned onto her back to see the souls almost upon her...when suddenly. "Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It's Saturday and I won't be long. Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on. It's Saturday and I won't be long." Someone was singing. And it was getting louder. What the hell?

Phil was roused from her dream very roughly, her eyes flying open as she sat straight up. Her sunglasses managed to slip off her face and fall directly into her lap as she whipped her head in the direction of the loud singing. She tried waving her hand in the air to get the girls attention but to no avail.

Sighing loudly, she stood up from the chaise lounge and walked to where she was standing directly in front of the girl. Her face stern, she motioned for the girl to remove the earbuds from her ears.

 

[Versailles]

Guild: N/A Scenario: Conversating Location: Upper deck With: Jackie Mentions: AnimeGenork


It was like somebody cut the world in half. The world was only divided into only sky and sea, and the temperature was pleasant. The slight breeze wasn't chilly. The sun glaring down at them turned everything warm, but at the same time it wasn't too scorching to wear his choice of black, discreet clothing. In addition to that, someone, somewhere, was singing. In Magnus's opinion, it was perfect. He always thought there was a certain beauty to gloomy, rainy days, but in his current point of view, it was hard not to be amazed at the world.

A moment passed before Magnus realized a voice was addressing him and not someone else.

He froze for a moment and tried to recall what he'd been asked when he was staring distractedly at the horizon line. He turned his head to glance at the girl at his side, eyeing him curiously, and the first things he noticed about her were her heart-shaped face, winged eyeliner and colorful fashion sense.

"No, I don't mind." Her taste in facial jewelry didn't come across as shocking to him. It was actually more welcoming than intimidating, as he had his own piercing. The lebret, a ring below his lower lip, which was now reduced to a tiny hole since he removed it for the boat trip. In case there was a dress code he didn't know about. An unecessary precaution, but he didn't want to seem out of place more than he already naturally seemed to be in every situation.

Magnus didn't smoke the cancer sticks himself, but the smell of cigarette smoke had never bothered him enough to criticize people for smoking in his presence. It must have been a side effect of constantly being around people that did.

After taking in the girl's appearance, his gaze returned to the water below. Her scolding herself for her lack of manners striked him as overly-considerate. He got a good vibe from her. "No worries. I'm Magnus Quinn. Just.. call me Magnus." A second after speaking he resisted the urge to cringe at himself. Obviously she would call you by your first name.

"I'm guessing you received the same letter. I'm surprised I was accepted into university at all," More so a university in Greece. He shrugged a lanky shoulder. "I'll take what I can get." He didn't mind sort of revealing to his new acquaintance that he's always had absolutely shit grades.

He tapped his fingernails against the railing, quiet and visibly relaxed, but frantically searching his mind for an interesting topic of conversation. A question jumped out at him, something in particular that he'd been curious to know from any of his peers, but he was hesitant to ask. He lingered for a moment, wondering if there was anything else he could possibly ask, but he went for it anyway. "Where are you from? ...If you don't mind me asking. I'm curious because it seems like this school is inviting people from literally all over the globe." Why a school in Greece would choose to invite some unknown weirdo who lived in Chicago instead of people who actually lived in Greece, he didn't know. Well, actually, he did have his suspicion. The new (and unwanted) moving tattoo on his forearm was a reminder of it.

 

[stellar.nova]

"I am no more intelligent than any other person on this earth, I merely have confidence in my ability to learn everything that I can."​

Galen Williams​

Athena​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Gardens
• Scenario: How pleasant.
• With: Jada PixieDust ; Avril AnimeGenork ; Angelo ms marigold
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: TBA

"France really is beautiful! Especially Paris! I may be biased, though, seeing as how I grew up there. Perhaps you'll be able to visit someday soon!" Galen watched as a beautiful and brilliant smile spread across the girl's face. She was rather stunning, he thought. Well, in a perfectly innocent way. The way she moved and spoke made him think of his mother. He instantly picked up on the fact that she was sincere, kind, adoring. Instantly, he warmed up to her. He knew that he would love to have one such as her as a friend of his. She could over plenty of riveting conversation and they could learn much from eachother. As good friends should, of course.

He couldn't help but return her smile with one of his own, his eye lighting up as he did so. He was just about to add to the conversation again when a girl approached. he watched her curiously as she spoke to them. "Excuse me, you don't mind if I join you do you? Because if not, I can always head somewhere else. It's no problem." Oh! What a glorious accent!

"I don't mind at all! I love meeting new people! My name's Avril!" The pretty French girl spoke up again. Galen was in awe of the accents around him. He could feel himself getting excited, fighting the urge to spark up conversations about culture and history and languages. That would have to wait.

He was so caught up in everything that he almost didn't catch the Italian boy speaking up. "It's no problem, really. I'm Angelo, by the way." Galen briefly wondered why the boy hadn't spoken to him earlier, but he wasn't upset. He merely assumed that the boy was shy around men and left it at that. It wasn't his business to pry.

"I suppose I should introduce myself as well. I'm Galen, and it really is a pleasure to meet every single one of you." He smiled, making eye contact with each of them before perching on a boulder nearby. It appeared that they would be having a conversation, and that was a pleasant thought.

"Where are you from? Your accent is so pretty! I've never been outside of France before now, so I'm unfamiliar with accents outside of Europe." Ah! So Avril had noticed the girl's pretty accent as well.

He glanced at Avril with a smile, "I am going to take a guess and say, Cuban?" He turned to the girl that they were referring to and raised on eyebrow inquisitively. "Am I right?"

 

[mxlly]

Guild: n/a | Location: Ship, The Lounge | Scenario: A Gentleman | With: Castiel | Mentions: Castiel, Victor | Tags: AnimeGenork Ritzy | Wearing: This
​

Not every person on this ship was a stranger to Hadara. She had previously met one man who would be here, an American - Victor Reed. They had become acquainted when he was travelling in Spain. She had saved is life by some outlandish fluke. She did not like to believe in 'destiny', however their meeting was a remarkable coincidence. She was grateful for Victor. After their initial meeting he would come back to Spain intermittently. He assisted her financially despite Hadara's initial protest, and she was more then thankful for his help. Though, she was yet to see him on the boat. To her knowledge, it was highly plausible that he'd be at the bar.

Hadara was not yet driven to go and find Victor. Her current mood was not fit for socialising and she certainly did not want to bother anyone - she was morose. She struggled to accept that she would not see her family for some time. Dismal, Hadara glanced down at her phone screen. The wallpaper was her with her siblings at Parque de El Capricho; a beautifully designed park in the district of Barajas. They would visit the park by train on the odd weekend. Hadara exhaled a heavy sigh. She was exasperated - by herself. She loathed the fact that she was felt so despondent. She understood that by receiving an invite to this University she was fortunate. It sickened her that she was acting so woeful.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but are you alright?"

Evidently - her lack of spirit of obvious. Hadara absolutely despised being seen so dejected. She hated the thought that she may be pitied. Though, company did offer as a distraction. The brunette averted her gaze from her phone and to the man who had spoken. His voice reminded her of home. He sounded Spanish. However, before she could answer his question or ask if he too was a Spaniard - she was caught by surprise.

"I hope you're not allergic to flowers, as I was hoping this one might bring a smile to that pretty face of yours."

Hadara was certainly not allergic to flowers. There were flowers decorating every room of her home back in Madrid. She adored them - especially white lilies. White lilies were her mother's favourite.

"Oh! Uh, Muchas Gracias," Hadara thanked the man for his unexpected gesture. She graciously accepted the variegated Tulip he had presented her with. Of course, she could not resist to smile. It was incredibly kindly of him and he seemed like quite the suave gentleman. Although she was a little perplexed. His formality was peculiar and to some degree, overwhelming. Hadara did believe he did have good intentions, however.

"How rude of me not to introduce myself. Castiel Alejandro Valdez, at your service, my lady."

She raised a brow as Castiel bowed. No one had ever introduced themselves in such an ornate manner. It was bizarre, though his atypical nature was engaging.

"Were you hit by a bout of home sickness, perhaps?"

Hadara nodded, however she did not want to dwell on the subject. She did not want to trouble Castiel with her personal worries. "Yes, I do already miss my family very much..." she paused, "Though - tell me, Castiel. Do you always carry flowers?" She inquired, "Oh and please, feel free to sit down." She gestured to the seat which was adjacent to her own.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Arte Mestiere
Daedalus
Guild: N/A || Location: Olympia bound Ship, Game Room || Scenario: Monotony and Spontaneity || With: Ekaterina @Starfish; Valyetchka deer || Mentions: N/A​

Arte's eyes gave a slight light of excitement when he saw that Katy was going to agree to be his model before she stopped. He wondered what had caused her to pause before she was promptly attacked. In most situations, Arte would have responded just as quickly, his fingers had even moved to his side before he remembered that he'd been asked to stow away his gun. Fortunately, it seemed that Katy new this new woman. From their reactions, it was quite obvious that they were close.

He cocked his head to the side as ideas ran through his mind. In a single moment, he flipped to a new page and did a quick sketch of Katy and Val's reunion. Compared to his previous drawing, this was much faster, his fingers almost becoming a blur. Before, he'd just been leisurely drawing, but now, this was a moment that could vanish in a single second and he needed to capture it before it did.

In a single instant, he managed to recreate the moment between the two girls, even down to the tears on their faces. His eyes sparkled as he drew, the world faded away for him. Then Katy's voice broke into his world, a soft beautiful voice that wrapped around his head and pulled his eyes up, his pencil stopping as it finished a strand of hair.

She was introducing Val to him. His eyes flickered with incomprehension before they refocused and he nodded towards the new woman "Pleased to meet you" he said calmly. A childhood friend? It certainly explained the sudden emotions the two girls showed.

He appreciated those feelings, it was pure and led to a sudden insight and creation of a new drawing. It was something most people took for granted. There was something pleasing about doing something sudden and unexpected. To plan something was to make it perfect, but to have something spontaneous happen was to distill the essence of a moment. Passion and spontaneity ran hand in hand, it was that small amount of spice that made monotonous life more interesting.

Arte was generally one who planned ahead, but he always looked forwards to the moments when he couldn't predict what was going to happen. Art was both monotony and spontaneity, without one, the other wouldn't be as special.

 

[stellar.nova]

"Sing like the birds, my love, sing like the birds."​

Maddox Davis​

Theseus​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Ouside the Game Room.
• Scenario: This girl's pretty rad.
• With: Mette mxlly
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: TBA

"Oh - I'm completely fine, thank you." She sounded like she was telling the truth, but Dax let his gaze run over her thoroughly before nodding, seceding to the idea that she was, in fact, alright, and he need do nothing about it. Onlookers might assume he was perusing her body for another purpose, but if they looked close enough, his expression was laced with nothing but genuine concern. Not that she wasn't pretty enough to look at, of course, he was just worried that she had actually gotten hit in the crossfire.

"What about you? Are you- okay? I mean, you look great?" Admittedly, Dax initially only listened to the first half of the sentence and was just about to respond that he was, in fact, fine and that she shouldn't worry all that much about him because he had been around situations much worse than that as odd as it was. But the last half of her sentence finally penetrated his senses and he mulled over it, before laughing out loud.

"If you're going to tell me I look great, I'd rather it not be in question form. That could make a guy feel awful bad about himself, really." He smiled at her before continuing on. "I think the word you may be looking for is 'alright', meaning that I look unharmed and healthy enough. Great insinuates that I am one attractive man, which, undeniably I am, but I want to make sure you actually mean that when and if you say it to me."

Dax chuckled, hoping the girl would understand that his teasing and comments were all in good fun, but he didn't stop to ponder on it that long. He reached one hand up to nervously rub at the back of his neck as he spoke. "I hope you know that I am totally gonna hold you to that challenge at air hockey. I take games pretty seriously, so there is no way in hell I'm gonna let you back out of that one."

It was then that he realized he was probably being hella awkward, so he let both arms fall to rest at his side, then shrugged, figuring: why not ask. "The dining room should be opening for lunch soon. You wanna grab a bite with me? It'd be nice to have some company, yeah?"

 

[AnimeGenork]

Jacqueline Royster
a.k.a. Asclepius

Guild: n/a II Scenario: Did I Actually Succeed In Making Him Talk? II Location: The Boat II With: Magnus Versailles II Mentions: Magnus Versailles II Outfit: This

The second the boy said Jackie's three favorite words--"I don't mind"--she took out her lighter and lit the end of her cigarette. Inhaling deeply, she let out a sigh, the gray smoke curling around her head. "Much better," she murmured, a contented smile coming over her face. Glancing over at the boy again, she was surprised to see that she he actually didn't seem to mind, nor did he seem to be in the mind to criticize her. That was a first. Usually, people who met her for the first time started questioning her, wondering if she was aware that cigarettes were unhealthy. Um, duh? This was the twenty-first century, of course she knew that.

Now hold on a minute, was he introducing himself? Had Jacqueline Alexandria Royster actually succeeded in making someone talk? This was a first. Normally she either drove the person away, or they came to her. Magnus Quinn. Jackie sounded that out in her head, reminded of some character named Dr. Quinn...not that she identified with that character or anything. But his first name...now, that was both interesting and beautiful in its own way. With a kind smile, she replied, "Nice to meet you, Magnus."

She continued puffing on her cigarette as Magnus continued, nodding once to confirm his speculation. "Yeah, I got the whack letter all right. They must've used some weird technology to get them to do what they did." At his comment about taking what he could get, Jackie smirked, the cig in between her index and ring fingers of her right hand. Quirking an eyebrow, she commented, "Maybe they invited-slash-accepted you because your hair is fabulous? I know I would do anything to have hair like that. I can barely keep mine under control." To prove her point, she blew some strands of hair out of her face.

Jackie was kind of glad that he decided to continue the conversation on his own. Despite being quite the social butterfly, even she floundered when dealing with new people. "I'm from the jolly old country of Belgium, in the lovely little continent of Europe. I was actually just about to ask you the same question. Your voice seems to suggest you're not European? By birth, at least." She dropped the cigarette and stepped on it with her boot, and then she preceded to pick it up and take it to a waste receptacle. She may have been a smoker, but she wasn't a bitch about it. Why the hell would you leave those things unattended? That caused fires.

Her smoking urge now satisfied, she slowly made her way to the stairway that had led her up here. "I'd love to continue this conversation, but I also want to eat something. Care to join me in the dining room, Magnus?" After a moment of hesitation, her casual expression fell, to be replaced with a soft concern. "That is, only if you want to. I'm not going to force you or anything. I only ask because, well, it gets a little lonely wandering a ship by yourself." She shrugged, blinking over at Magnus to see if he would agree. And for the second time that day, she highly doubted her brief wondering would be fulfilled. Why would someone like him want to hang out with someone like her? Especially when her hair was far less fabulous than his?​

 

[stellar.nova]

"I would give anything to feel more than nothing."​

Clodagh O'Sullivan​

Hecate​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Front of the Ship
• Scenario: Okay...stop the hovering.
• With: Adrian deer ; Skylie AnimeGenork ; Dani Uxie ; Alex diwa
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This

Honestly. What was the deal with these people? Crowding around her like this? All she did was dive off the front of the ship. Well, no, she supposed she didn't dive, she was pushed. Perhaps that was what the commotion was about? Kind of hard to tell when everyone was hyper focused on her and the other girl. Suddenly, a higher pitched female's voice came from somewhere beside her before her face popped into her vision. So this was the girl from before? The one who gave directions to the infirmary.

"Ohmigod, are you okay? Yeah? She was completely fine. More than fine, in fact! Because in those brief moments that she had been falling, she had felt the rush of adrenaline, her nerve tingling with excitement as she finally felt something.

"I'm-" She tried to explain that she was absolutely fine and that the girl had no need to worry about anything, but she was cut off. This girl seemed to ramble on. Of course, it was excusable, she supposed since she seemed to be having a nervous breakdown about it all.

"Well, you wouldn't be, but how're you feeling?" Oh this darling was helplessly awkward. But in a way, it made her absolutely precious. Clo forced a small smile onto her face to reassure the girl.

"I am more than fine, dear. I fancy myself a cliff diver, so that was no new experience. And I have to say, the water was quite welcoming. Your concern is misplaced but appreciated I suppose. Now, if you don't mind, dial back the anxiety just a touch, would you darling? You don't want to cause your pretty little self to faint. That would be tragic." Despite her words being flirtatious, her voice was almost a monotone. As if she had to force the emotion into it. But it was not unkind, and her heavy Irish accent certainly gave it some character.

Just as she spoke, she heard another voice, this one completely unfamiliar to her. She hadn't heard it before when she wasn't quite all the way conscious. She assumed it was an employee at his inquiry. "I heard that someone got hurt?"

She stared hard at the girl she had spoken to before, silently willing her to send the guy away. Much to her relief, she did. "I think we're fine here. Thank you."

"I'll set you down, okay? Oh alright, if he must. She did admit that she was enjoying her time in his warm arms, pressed up against his hard chest, her face just inches from his. But much to her surprise and pleasure, he still maintained his grasp around her waist. "That was a bit of a fall. You made everyone slightly anxious. Some accident, yeah?" She watched him as he chuckled, admiring how the dimples on his face were more prominent when he did so, how his eyes lit up. But all too soon, his expression grew solemn. "Err... At least that is an accident, right?" She felt the need to reassure him, knowing that there would be some form of conflict if she didn't. She wouldn't want to cause problems for the strange man who pushed her. Not until she got the chance to speak to him. Something told her he craved the thrill just as much as she did...and she definitely wanted to explore every inch of it: his mindset...and his body of course. But now, she would focus on the gorgeous blonde with the dimples.

"I am more than sure it was an accident, dear. No need to worry so much. No one has that much malice in their hearts." Once again, she plastered that small reassuring smile on her lips as if it would help her get her point across.

"How are you feeling, love? Woozy? Lightheaded?" She was going to assure him that she felt neither of those things and yet another thing entirely when he continued speaking and she was unable to. "Or are you feeling better enough to grab a drink with me later?

Ah! A question that she would be more than willing to answer. "A drink with you sounds rather...promising." She ran her eyes over his body, then met his gaze directly. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned in close to his face. "Thank you ever so much for your help, and I'm sure you know just where to find me. If not, just call for me. My name is Clodagh. I'll be waiting." She pressed her lips ever so gently to his cheek, then reluctantly slipped from his grasp. Though not so reluctantly, because she knew all too well that she would be able to find herself within it rather easily in no time at all.

She then knew that she should follow the typical social practices and thank the girl who saved her. She recognized the voice as the girl was spouting off rather awful comments to the man who had thrown her into the water. Without a care she stepped in between the two, facing Skylie a mere foot away from here. "Thank you for pulling me out of the water, dear. Though I am dreadfully sorry that your clothes are wet." She wasn't sorry, but it seemed to be the right thing to say considering the girl had saved her. "But I would like for you to go just a touch easier on this man. He didn't push me as you may believe he did. He merely came to embrace me. I thought my grip on the rail was much tighter than it actually was, and well, you know the rest. It was an accident, you see." It was a lie, of course, but seeing as the cadence of her speech never changed, it was easy enough to believe.

She then turned to the side as if to walk away, but not before making direct eye contact with the man who had pushed her. A rare genuine smile peaked at the corners of her mouth before she looked away from him and zeroed in on Dani.

She approached Dani gracefully, then wrapped her arm around hers. "Would you mind accompanying me to the dining room? I am utterly famished and it's just about lunchtime, yes?"

 

[deer]

Scylla the Sea Monster

Information

Location: Dining Room
Scenario: "Sweet Caroline"
With: (formerly) Clodagh, Dani, Alex, Skylie, Mali
Mentions: Cami and Mena
Tags: stellar.nova , Uxie , diwa , Athens , AnimeGenork , ms marigold

Adrian Hans Galanis

For moments longer, Adrian just stared at the beauty before him. It was her hair that attracted him the most but even more so the thought of just seeing what the woman was like interested him. Was she loud? Was she obvious? Flirtatious? Holy Mother Mary? Sassy? Innocent? Maybe a little bit of both? Oh, the wonders, but if only she could just wake up. However, his thoughts were interrupted when the sexy, chiseled sandy blonde haired male next to him started to "reassure" him that she would be okay. He honestly wanted to see more than just the vibrant smile the male gave him, especially what other. . surprises was in store if the male were to just take of his shirt and. . .But, before he could go further, he stopped himself as he nodded, giving the male a crooked smile. "A headache? Not bad then, yeah? And no broken shoulders or dislocation. Very, good news." He commented, speaking to himself mostly.

However, when the male questioned to the female who had been freaking out if an infirmary was nearby, the sleeping beauty before him opened her eyes. Adrian had not been able to take his eyes off of the fiery-haired woman, not even for a moment. To his luck, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful irses and hummed in approval. Soon a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he probably wouldn't have liked the idea of an infirmary as well when the woman had denied needing the infirmary. At that, Adrian took a step back, giving the fiery-red headed beauty some space, not wanting to hover over her. Taking a deep breathe, knowing now he hadn't killed someone and everyone could just chill, Adrian's shoulders began to relax slowly. However, again, it would be his luck, to see people from the infirmary show up to the scene. But, thankfully enough, the woman hadn't fussed too much about it and the shrilled, innocent young female managed to wave the people away. The whole scene was turning out more troublesome than he had thought, especially when it was just an accident. People were always so dramatic to him, have some sort of thrill of adventure, would you?

Life didn't seem to give him a break and it looks like he wasn't catching one any time soon. The woman, whom he called tigress, harshly barked back insults and even words that she probably shouldn't have said. At least, words that would bite her in the ass. As "tigress" started saying she hadn't wanted attention and for him to stop staring at her lack of chest, Adrian loudly chuckled. Oh, she was testy, perhaps intense, but nevertheless, a force to be reckon with. It was intriguing. But, before Adrian responded to her retort, Adrian took noticed a another girl that had been next to Tigress, perhaps enthralled by tigress' ability to make rainbows. However, what caught his attention was the girl's attire, reminding him of a Barbie Doll. If the girl saw him, he only give her a slight shrug and nod before a sly smirk appeared on his face, as he addressed tigress, "But, aren't you forgetting something, tigress? You asked for the attention the moment you have decided to 'save' the day." He stated before carrying on, "As for staring, where do you suggest I stare? You were the one who appeared out of nowhere, so was I not suppose to look and cover my eyes?" Adrian couldn't help but shrug his shoulders nonchalantly. "For the lack of chest, my apologies troubling you. I hadn't meant to stare. But, if it makes you feel better, there was nothing to see or make googly eyes at and unfortunately, I wish you were my type for me to stare so closely at." At those words, he grinned wider, shaking his head as he looked over towards where the red-haired woman, making a point that the fiery red-haired woman was something to look at.

Adrian wasn't one for keeping others entertained, especially when he wasn't entertained himself. It was growing rather dull for him now that he wasn't as intrigued and tigress just seemed intent on picking a fight with him. So, he decided to have fun with it, was it so wrong? "Too bad you're not a mermaid either. I fancy myself a swimmer, so perhaps it was wrong for me to have compared you to a magnificent creature that could make male's fall to their knees due to their idiocy?. Should I have compared you to a shark instead?" Honestly, if she made a comment or snark back to him, he probably wouldn't have heard and ignored it as he looked towards the other three, listening in on their conversation. But, hearing tigress speak that his spotlight was stolen from him, Adrian merely shrugged before giving a playful smirk, "He can come and take the spotlight any day."

However, what surprised and perhaps made seem taken by the red-haired female was the fact she literally saved his ass. Why? Why did she lie and calm the others down saying it wasn't his fault? Furrowing his brows, he couldn't help but want to know her more, but decided he could see more of her later. Adrian unfortunately had to control his urges and decided to be a "good-boy" as Mena always wanted him to be. Once the firey-red haired female, whom he now knew as Clodagh from overhearing her introduce herself, moved from tigress. He couldn't help but notice a smile on her face before she went to innocent girl. Clodagh, he thought to himself before she had wanted to be accompanied by the other girl. "Clo." He called out, his low baritoned voice echoed slightly, though he hadn't raised his voice. With that, he grinned his charming trade-mark smile, "See you around. If you ever need someone to make your heart fall out of your chest again, maybe, look for someone named Adrian."

At those words he waved nonchalantly to her and the others around them as he started walking off. Although it seemed like she would be heading towards the dining hall, Adrian didn't think it would be a big deal for him to head there too. Plus, he found himself actually famished. With a thought in mind, Adrian took out his phone and texted his best friends: Mena and Cami.

"Dining room. Meet you there in 30 minutes. I may. . or may not have caused. . . I mean. . I'm known for it. You know how I am.
P.S. Don't kick my ass when you see me please! "​

At that, Adrian placed his phone back into his pocket and made his way back towards the boat. He had time to explore the ship and thanks to his sense of direction, he ended up being able to get to where he needed to be: the dining room. So, he entered the room with his hand in his pocket and a smirk on his face.
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coding; allrightsreserved
deer ​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Castiel Valdez
a.k.a. Antheia

Guild: n/a II Scenario: There's the Smile II Location: The Boat II With: Hadara mxlly II Mentions: Hadara mxlly II Outfit: This

A flicker of recognition appeared in the woman's eyes, not at his words but at his voice. Did she perhaps recognize his accent? Or perhaps...she also came from Spain? What were the odds that he'd find someone else from the great land of flamenco within his first few hours of being aboard the ship? It was only when she accepted his tulip and thanked him in Spanish that he was able to confirm his suspicions. How lucky for him! At least he'd be able to communicate with him.

It wasn't their shared origin that made him smile, however, but rather the smile that she gave him in exchange for the flower. Ah, smiles. The greatest payment for flowers. Although he'd have to get rid of that idea as soon as he opened his own shop. Bills weren't paid for with smiles, after all, though he wished they were. But for now, smiles would be enough. Especially one as bright as hers. Even her quirked eyebrow at his overly formal introduction satisfied him, as he'd honestly thought for a minute that the homesickness was too overwhelming for her to be so easily entertained by someone such as him.

Her easy admission to indeed being homesick was the one thing that surprised him. He hadn't actually expected her to answer the question, oh, no. The only thing he'd predicted was the smile. A family, she said? It must've either been extensive or very closely knit, as that type of wistfulness didn't come from a simple family of four that never spent time together. It was the type of wistfulness that came whenever he thought too deeply about his parents and his meadow. But no. He wouldn't think about that now. Not until he was alone with his flowers.

"I do carry flowers around," he answered her, gesturing to the pouch tied to his belt. "You never know when someone might need a little cheering up. It's also a delightful conversation opener." He chuckled, crossing his arms casually and sitting down in the seat she had gestured to. "In any case, I speak the language of flowers better than I speak the language of people. But many are not able to tell from my suavity." He smirked then, hoping that he seemed witty enough to earn another smile. If not, he'd seriously have to review his material for a later time.

At that moment, he felt his belly rumble. Had it really been that long since he'd last eaten? It seemed his aunt's food didn't last long, but oh, was it tasty. "I hate to cut this conversation short, but my stomach is telling me it requires sustenance." Rising with the grace afforded to nobles, Castiel held out his arm politely. "Would you care to join me, my lady, whose name I do not have the pleasure of knowing?" With a teasing grin, he continued, "It is awfully lonely wandering a ship such as this without someone else to accompany you." He could only hope and pray that she would agree.

Besides, Spaniards had to stick together, didn't they?​

 

[diwa]

Arianna DelaCour
Ariadne
Princess of Crete

GUILD : N/A ||SCENARIO: I am definitely fine (No, I am not) LOCATION: Library ||
WITH: Milo ScatteredStars & Oliver AnimeGenork ||MENTIONS: || WEARING:


"You know, the best way to get rid of seasickness is to go look at the horizon. It's the only thing that stays steady....That, and getting fresh air helps, too."

She was too dazed and distracted about hurling that she didn't notice the guy who was with her in the library. She didn't even know that she was not alone, not until the guy spoke. Still clutching the bin near her chest, Aria tentatively open her eyes and looked at the guy, Aria's eyes were rather teary, the bin was still empty. No matter how much she gagged and heaved, the pumpkin cranberry cookies she ate earlier stayed inside her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. "I'm fine." Aria mumbled weakly. Her problem was not the boat, (okay, maybe it was) but she highly doubted that by looking at the horizon, what she's feeling will subside. She's certain that it wasn't just a typical sea sickness. The sea itself is the problem. Aria badly wanted to chuckle at her sick and lame joke, yes, blame the still sea for everything. The girl who grew up in the French Riviera is afraid of the deep blue. La mer. A joke indeed. But every sparkly wave crashing on them, even just the sound of it brings back an old memory that pulls her to the deep abyss of depression and pain. The sea she once enjoyed before was now the thing she feared most.

She looked up and places the empty bin on her side; Aria pulled her knees up and hugged it instead. She looked at the stranger, not exactly knowing what else to do, without hesitation she followed the instructions of the new arrival. Maybe something will change? Who knows? Maybe something will change, what’s the worst thing that could happen anyways… Using her right hand, she pulled herself up but as soon as she saw the blue waves lapping below from the nearby window, and felt the waves smashing the side of the boat, her knees quivered and gave in.

"Sorry." Aria managed to add as she knelt on the floor, her eyes were closed once more. "I doubt that it would help. Thank you though." Her breathing was labored; Beruhige dich, beruhige dich... she repeated the mantra again and again quietly. Her forehead was pressed against the side of the table all the while clutching it just so she won't fall down entirely. She could feel the guy's presence on her side. If she wasn't too distraught, Aria would feel definitely embarrassed but alas, her consciousness and discomfort seems to block all the shame.

"E-Excuse me, b-but did either of you drop this b-book?” Another voice spoke from a distance. Aria internally groaned, Wunderbar... She thought, another audience? What a perfect first impression, Arianna. “A-are y-you alright, miss?"

“Ja,” Aria mumbled as she tried to sound upbeat, “Yes, i’m alright.” She looked up from the ground and faces the owner of the new voice. But instead of flashing another smile, her eyes were suddenly filled with terror and fright. T—Theo? No. No. Hell no. This can’t be… she thought as she fell off her butt while still staring at the new guy. She closed her eyes for a moment before staring back at him. Yes, she was definitely hallucinating. The guy looks so eerily like the person she despised but he wasn’t him. It can’t be him. She buried her face on her hands and took a deep breath before removing them. “I’m fine. Sorry about that.” Aria muttered as soon as she recovered, her voice has a tinge of German accent despite the fact that she stayed in France longer than in Germany. Maybe the fact the she wanted to forget something or someone helps block every memory she has of that place. Aria stood up, her knees were a little shaky so as her hands that was now gripping the edge of table a little too tightly, “I’m really sorry about that,” She apologized again. Aria force another weak smile, a dimple dented on her right cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Trust me. Do go on, please don’t mind me.” She managed to add but her voice was nothing but a whisper as she tried to convince (and fail in an epic way) not just herself but the two guys as well.

​

 

[AnimeGenork]

Skylie Dyer
a.k.a. Iris

Guild: n/a II Scenario: And Here I Thought I Didn't Care II Location: The Boat II With: (formerly) Adrian deer Clodagh stellar.nova Alex diwa Dani Uxie Mali ms marigold II Mentions: Adrian deer Clodagh stellar.nova Alex diwa Dani Uxie Mali ms marigold II Outfit: (formerly) This w/Beanie (now) This

Ah, to be ignored. Skylie hadn't felt that feeling in a few hours, since her mother had absolutely refused to see her off despite insisting on her wearing this damn skirt in the first place. She didn't mind that the blond boy didn't say anything to her, anyway. He was focusing on the girl who really mattered, the one she'd saved. Skylie was a tad surprised that the girl could already stand, much less speak in coherent sentences. It even took a former street urchin like her a little while before she could stay on her feet... No, dammit, she wasn't allowed to think about that. Not now, not ever.

It seemed like the dark-haired pervert was actually responding to her. Asking for attention? Her? That was stupid. Couldn't she save someone just because she wanted people to shut the hell up? Damn, the world outside of Canada was more screwed up than she thought it was. As for the bit about nothing to stare at, did he really think he didn't already know that? She woke up every day telling herself the exact same thing, that no one would actually want her enough to care about her. Why? Because she was a dumbass bitch who didn't deserve this "love" thing that people obsessed over.

He continued with the insults, and Skylie wished he would just shut up. Her retorts to his observations were nothing more than defense mechanisms, and he was disarming them one by one. She'd hadn't seen a mood change like this since high school. What he failed to realize was that she agreed with his jab; she certainly couldn't make any guys fall to their knees. Nor was she a graceful swimmer. If she hadn't tried so hard, she and that girl might've drowned together. Which, to be perfectly honest, would be preferable to taking these damn wounds to her fragile self-esteem. But hey, shark seemed to be a compliment, if she played it right. Her bite was worse than her bark, to be sure. What she wouldn't give to take out her daggers and slit some throats right now back in her alleys. Those were the days. Not that she actually slit throats...she wasn't heartless. Most of the time.

She overheard the redhead introduce herself to the blond, both of which were...very close. Dammit, why was she unable to turn off this aura thing? That would be so helpful right now. Clodagh was a strange name, but it was also very pretty. Prettier than hers, at least. Every time she introduced herself, people tried to correct her to Skyler or Rylie, and then she'd have to explain how eccentric her parents were way back when. Biting back a sigh, she wondered if there would ever be a time when something wouldn't make her want to put herself down. Doubtful, considering how it really only took one insult to break her apart.

Clodagh then came over and thanked Skylie for rescuing her. Blinking, Skylie wondered what the catch was. She clearly wasn't sorry for her clothes being wet, and why should she pretend to? But when she said to go easier on the pervert, Skylie finally understood. Of course, she didn't care about her. No, she only gave a damn about those she was attracted to. Naturally. Selective hearing must've blocked out the insults he threw at her, which were way worse than what she'd said to him. Jesus, couldn't people tell the difference between sharpness of thorns anymore? Whatever. It's not like she cared.

Both Clodagh and the dark-haired boy walked away, and Skylie was alone once again. The way it was supposed to be. Sighing roughly, Skylie turned and went off to find a bathroom. As soon as she did, she pushed her way inside and locked the door. She dropped her duffel bag to the ground and unzipped it, starting to feel the coldness of the water permeating her clothes. At least now she had an excuse to get out of this skirt. She really didn't want to take off her boots, since that's where her daggers were, but she'd have to make due. Peeling off the wet clothes, she donned new ones: black Converse with black socks, black shorts with golden belt, and white tank top with black necktie. Slipping on a few bracelets on each arm and hooking a chain onto her belt, she began to brush her hair. It might've been somewhat thin, but man, was it ever a hassle to tame it, especially when it was wet.

Finally, Skylie stared at the wet clothes she'd taken off. Should she risk stuffing them in the duffel bag, or should she try to dry them? Hmm, maybe she'd be able to make a rainbow from the water. But wait. Why was that the first thing to come to mind? Why was she suddenly so dependent on her damn rainbows? What irony. Rolling her eyes, Skylie did it anyway, slowly trying to coax the water off of the clothes to make a large rainbow within the bathroom. As soon as the clothes were packed safely away, she snapped her fingers to make the rainbow calmly dissolve, but it somehow backfired and rained water everywhere instead. Dammit.

The next few minutes were spent mopping up the water from as many places as she could, and leaving the ones she didn't want to bother with. They weren't noticeable anyway. Who would complain about water under the sink? Now done with changing and with cleaning up the bathroom, Skylie stood and glanced at herself in the mirror. It looked like her eyeliner needed a bit of touching up. Thank you, waterproof makeup. She took the eyeliner out of her bag and leaned closer to the mirror to reapply it. When she was satisfied with it, she leaned back and inspected herself in her reflection. Icy blue eyes emphasized by black eyeliner...blond hair that did its own thing but somehow remained straight...lips a shade of pink that she despised purely because of the color...a lack of chest that looked even less impressive in a tank top...and short legs that were probably the cause of her shortness.

Looking down, Skylie realized there were droplets of water on her hands. Reaching up, she felt tears streaming down her face, and she furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to how they got there. It wasn't until the sobs came that she knew she'd been crying. Pressing her back against the wall, she slid down to the floor, her hands wrapping around her knees. No matter how hard she tried to calm herself down by breathing deeply, the sobs kept coming. She wiped her tears at least ten times, but to no avail. They just kept coming back.

Why the hell was she crying? What did she have to be sad about? Had what that idiot said actually affected her? So much for having gotten over the idea of people insulting her. So much for ignoring it when people hated her, or when they didn't care about her. So much...for not caring. "And here I thought I didn't care at all," she gritted out, self-deprecation in every forced syllable. It was then that a song came to her...something about happy endings? And so much for them? Ah, what was the use? That song wouldn't make her feel any better. Nothing really could...except maybe Skittles.

The tears eventually dried up, and Skylie used the sink to wash her face. Her eyes no longer red, she slung her duffel over her shoulder again and took a deep breath in preparation. Turning the knob, she opened the door and stepped out into the hall, looking back and forth to see if anyone had heard her crying. Good. The coast was clear. Unless her street urchin skills were lacking, which was unlikely. Setting off down the hallway, Skylie made her way to the dining room, highly doubting that Skittles would be there. At least it was a place to start.

It wasn't the first time she'd had to find a place to start.​

 

[PixieDust]

~Muse of History~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: To the Dining Hall! ||LOCATION: The Ballroom ||WITH: Tobias AnimeGenork Isabelle diwa and Ara Uxie ||MENTIONS: ...

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Francesca continued to hover at the doorway watching the dancer girl glide across the ballroom, utterly transfixed. She had just decided to take her leave discreetly when a new presence startled her by speaking directly to her. This time it happened to be a snazzily dressed male in a distinctive hat.

"Plan on going somewhere?" he asked her. She almost stiffened up, feeling mildly flummoxed by the lighthearted interrogation. "Is this party not fun enough?" He offered her a wide smile as a gesture of goodwill and continued whispering so that the others would not hear,
"Although, if you're going to explore the rest of the boat, can I come with you? I have yet to see everything, and it's so big I think seeing it with someone else would be fun, don't you think?"

Fran looked at him very briefly, not wanting to meet his eyes as she responded. "I don't believe this is an organised festive function, but an impromptu outburst of spontaneity on the part of these two talented women. However I must say it is not for lack of enjoyment that I plan on leaving. More for the fact that I haven't explored nearly enough of this extraordinary boat. Logically it seems fitting not to explore alone, for one of us might become hopelessly lost. You're welcome to come along with me." She nodded curtly, before remembering common courtesy and putting out her hand to shake. "My name is Francesca. It's a pleasant experience to meet you. I was actually debating heading to the dining area for food."

 

[PixieDust]

~Queen of the Amazons~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: All the Accents! ||LOCATION: The Botanical Gardens ||WITH: Angelo ms marigold Avril AnimeGenork and Galen stellar.nova ||MENTIONS: ...

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Jada kept her sunny smile up as the trio introduced themselves. She looked between them with a mixture of awe and sadness as she listened to their contrasting accents. The foreignness of it all made her even more desperate for home and the creature comforts that came with it. Jada was certainly not the type to show her weaknesses however and for all intents and purposes this group would remain unaware.

The quiet looking boy spoke first, softly with an unassuming tone. Jada was immediately endeared toward him and offered a small smile to him. Next to speak was the girl, Avril and finally Galen who exuded natural leader if anyone ever could.

"Ah it is nice to meet you Angelo, Avril and Galen!" she said, wanting to be less formal and simply kiss each of them on the cheek as she would back home, but knowing she did not have that luxury. "I'm Jada."

"Where are you from? Your accent is so pretty! I've never been outside of France before now, so I'm unfamiliar with accents outside of Europe." Avril asked with a warmth and enthusiasm that seemed to draw Jada in. She knew she would like this girl just as she had taken instantly to the boy Angelo.

"I am going to take a guess and say, Cuban?" Galen guessed earning a surprised eyebrow raise from Jada and a beaming smile. Most people simply assumed it was a Spanish accent.

"Si! I mean, yes I'm from Cuba born and bred. Forgive me, but I cannot place your accent. I was never great at that." She then turned to Avril. "France? Sounds glamorous! I would need to step up my fashion game there." Lastly she turned to Angelo and toned down her exuberance ever so slightly, having a feeling it would be appreciated by him. "Italian am I right? I hear the cadence in your speech. Talking to my boyfriend in Italy so much means I can tell a mile away!" She chuckled and looked around at the flora briefly.

 

[PixieDust]

~God of Silence~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: Peace and Food ||LOCATION: Dining Room ||WITH: ...||MENTIONS: ...

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Observation was something Ilya Vasiliev excelled at. It was one thing no one could take away from him. For the majority of the boat ride to Olympia, Ilya had been seated at a table at the far end of the dining room observing passers by with no one having noticed his presence. Already he had seen the seeds of romances being sewn, the nursing of old wounds between mutual enemies, the flourishing of budding friendships and the subtle decaying of old ones. Not a word needed to be spoken for him to know this. It was all in their actions, their body language, their expressions when they believed no one was watching them.

By now the room was empty, coated in a thick, serene silence. It had been for some time. The last people to leave had become preoccupied with an incident on deck with a girl who had fallen overboard. Understandable, he had thought. Of course he was not one to involve himself in such things. He knew no one on this boat. None of them were worth an interest just yet and they doubted they would bother with him once they realised that he was physically incapable of speaking to them until he felt sufficiently comfortable.

It had been that way ever since his first year of high school at the age of ten. Terrified of the new school environment he had simply found that for the majority of his school life he was unable to speak. The only exception was when around a small group of close friends that took enough time to get to know him or had already known him from his primary school days. Being mute was not exactly the most helpful thing that could have happened to him, but he simply had no control of it.

 

[stellar.nova]

"I may not be able to bring justice to the whole world, but I can sure as hell try."​

Preston Walker​

Hercules​

• Guild: N/A
• Location: Gym
• Scenario: Alright, I need to go work out.
• With: Jesse PixieDust
• Mentions: N/A
• Wearing: This (Formerly)||This (Currently)

"When destiny calls you, you must be strong. I may not be with you. But you got to hold on. They'll see in time, I know. We'll show them together." The television blared loudly from a bedroom a few doors down from the bathroom Preston was standing in. She recognized it. Phil Collins. Tarzan. She, Chandler, and Harley had watched it when they were younger. The twins, Anderson and Morgan, had latched onto it pretty quick when their parents first showed it to them. Finally, something succeeded and bringing a smile to her face.

Not that she wasn't usually smiling. Preston was typically a very happy person. Right now, though? She felt as if her heart was being torn in two. Her hands gripped the sides of the sink as she stared down at it. She didn't want to look at her reflection. She didn't want to see the weakness that made its home there. Still, she hesitantly turned her face upwards to make eye contact with the reflection that showed her true self. Her face was tear-stained and red. Unsurprising, really, considering she had been crying for twenty minutes straight.

"You'll be in my heart. Always." Phil Collins' beautiful wavering voice ended the last note to You'll be in my heart. Now, those words meant more than ever to her and her tears welled up again. Soon, her body was heaving with heavy sobs once again. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, she knew she couldn't see through the tears, and she couldn't hear anything over the sounds of her crying, the shower, and the voice of Rosie O'Donnell as Terk the Gorilla.

It was amazing that she could even hear the knock on the door. "Priss, you're going to have to come out at some point, you know." Chandler. Her sister. The Marine. Preston didn't feel like answering her. Strange, because these were the people she was going to miss the most, and yet she was spending the majority of her time with them locked in the bathroom, crying her eyes out. "Priss." Chandler's voice rang out gently but turned gruff in almost an instant. "Preston if you don't open this God damn door right now, I will bust it open, and then you risk the twins seeing you like this. Do you want that?" Well, her sister made a good point. As usual.

Sighing, Preston opened the door and allowed her sister in, but immediately shut it again, locking it feverishly. She couldn't even bear to look at Chandler, even though she knew that was stupid. Chandler had seen her cry plenty of times. She had seen her at her worst: when her parents sent her to military school because she was a lesbian. "Sorry, Channie."

Chandler held her hands on her hips, eyeing Preston, waiting for a further explanation. When she didn't get one, she sighed and dropped her hands to her side. "First of all, Priss, turn the shower off. It's going to make your face look even more puffy with the heat and all that." Preston watched as her sister moved to the shower and turned it off before making her way to the sink. She grabbed a towel and ran it under the cold water until it was wet, then wrung it out. She sat on the counter effortlessly and motioned for Preston to come towards her. Preston obeyed. Gently, Chandler pressed the cold, wet rag onto Preston's face. "We've got to get rid of all this redness now. Honestly. Red isn't your color."

"Bullshit. It so is. You made me wear a red dress when I had to go to that damn banquet." Preston hated that banquet...but she had to admit. She looked really good in that dress after her sister dolled her up. She just could have gone without all those lousy men hitting on her. Still, she had looked good enough to hook up with that female commanding officer she had been eyeing all year behind the building afterwards.

"You're right. But I would appreciate it if you shut your mouth and just let me make you feel better. I feel like that would end with all of us happy, don't you?" Chandler chuckled, then laid the rag over the faucet of the sink so it could dry before pulling Preston into a tight hug. "Alright. Now, what do you say we go spend the rest of the week with the family? No thinking about goodbyes until they actually happen, okay?" Preston nodded. That was something she could do.

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The goodbyes had been harder than Preston had anticipated, and that was saying something. Chandler had been the only one who managed not to cry, but Preston had caught onto that small trembling of her chin. The twins had latched onto her and were practically screaming as they begged her not to go. Her brother, Harley, had been fine until they hugged, and then he had completely lost it. Her mother was a mess of tears the entire week. And her father? It had almost seemed like he was in denial the whole time. His daughter leaving for a University? And it wasn't like she was just going across the country. No, she was going across the world. All the way up to Greece. At least his tears were quiet, but it had still broken her heart to see a man like her father cry.

Their faces kept running through her head on her plane ride and still continued now that she was on the boat. She had eaten breakfast at the buffet earlier that morning. She hardly noticed the people around her, which was a shame, because she was normally so sociable. She would have been so happy to encounter people from other countries and cultures, to have mingled. But she missed her family so much she could hardly breathe.

It didn't help that she felt trapped on this damn boat. She had walked it's perimeter at least five times. That is until she heard tell of a gym. And she knew instantly, that a good workout was precisely what she needed. So, she set about locating it (and locating her gym bag which held her workout clothes) and headed straight for the treadmill. She was the only one there when she entered, which was kind of a relief for her. She would have felt obligated to chat if she hadn't been. No, Preston was happy to plug herself into her music and take a leisurely jog on the treadmill.

After quite some time, she heard a soft voice. Well, she was sure it wasn't soft, considering she had her music up rather loud. But if she wasn't mistaken, someone had yelled, "Shit!" Cautiously she took one earbud out of her ear, but the person said nothing more. She shrugged and almost placed the earbud back into her ear when she decided to look at her watch. It was close to noon. She remembered hearing something about lunch being served in the dining room at that time. She figured she should eat, even if she wasn't particularly famished, so she shut off the machine and stepped off of it.

It was then that she caught sight of the man who was in the Gym with her. She hadn't heard him enter. She supposed, that when he came in, he either hadn't noticed her at all or hadn't cared enough to say anything. Upon further examination, she caught sight of his tears. She knew how it was. And she wasn't going to say anything. Instead, she threw her towel around her shoulders and headed towards the locker room. "Lunch is being served soon. I'm sure you don't want to miss out. If you want, we can shower and change real quick and walk there together?" It was a long shot, but she tried nonetheless. She purposefully made no move to actually look at his face, she of all people understood that he might not want anyone to see him crying. And with that, she swept into the dressing room to change.

While there, she thought about her family some more. She was still sad, sure, but as she had done her jogging, she had come to the conclusion that her family would want her to be happy and enjoy herself. Make new friends. Things like that. So for them, she would do it. And it would be easy enough, it wasn't like she didn't enjoy things like that. Quickly, she showered, got dressed, then exited the locker room. Once out, she kept her eyes open for the man she had spoken to before. Wondering if he would actually take her up on her offer to head to the dining room together.

 

[AnimeGenork]

Tobias Abernathy
a.k.a. Macaria

Guild: n/a II Scenario: What an Endearing Proposition II Location: The Boat II With: (primarily) Fran PixieDust (formerly) Ara Uxie Isabelle diwa II Mentions: Fran PixieDust Ara Uxie Isabelle diwa II Outfit: This

Tobias may not have been the smartest boy in the world, but he knew when he was encountering intelligence. And this girl was certainly intelligent. Her words were so eloquent and her inflection was so proper. Was that a hint of a British accent he heard? She was becoming more endearing by the second. A smile unwittingly crossed Tobias's face as he listened politely to her response to his proposition. She made one of her own as well: for him to accompany her to the dining hall.

Hm, a walk with a smart and pretty girl paired with the promise of food? That was possibly a better idea than the prospect of a party, though not by much. Tobias would choose a party over food any day, but for right now, this delightful girl would have to do. He had a feeling she would definitely be more entertaining than any of the drama that he'd glimpsed passing by the other rooms. He shook her hand, noting what fine manners she had to offer a handshake upon meeting someone for the first time. Holding his arm out to her as if escorting a lady to a ball, he replied, "What a beautiful name, Francesca. I am Tobias Ashton Abernathy, though most call me Toby. Call me whatever you like. The dining hall sounds splendid."

Turning to head out of the room with her, he asked, "If it's not too rude of me, might I ask where you come from, Francesca? Your accent sounds distinctly British, but I'm afraid the stereotypical perception of British is skewed from reality." He didn't mean to ramble, but something about her made him want to speak just as politely as she had. Tobias himself wasn't used to this side of himself, but perhaps it was Francesca herself that had brought it out. After all, he was usually too busy partying to pay attention to the other aspects of himself.

"I can only suppose that you're here because of the letter from N, right?" he asked, his tone reverting back to its normal state, finally. A part of him sighed in relief, glad that he was a bit normal now. Well, as normal as Tobias Abernathy had ever been. Though he was purely curious about this girl. Why did an intelligent girl such as herself need this university? It seemed as if she was plenty educated already. Then he wondered if perhaps there were other intelligent people like her on this ship. That would certainly make things interesting.

This was certainly going to be quite a party.​

 

[PixieDust]

~Goddess of Vengeance~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: I Sang Too Loud Again ||LOCATION: The Deck ||WITH: Philomena stellar.nova ||MENTIONS: ...

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Heidi continued singing and tapping her feet to the rhythm as she walked, her bright orange and pink hair blowing in her face so that she would pause her singing to brush her hair out of her mouth "Come on come on turn the radio on! It's Saturday and I won't belong. Gotta paint my nails put my high heels on, it's Saturday and I won't belong 'til I..." She paused momentarily to spit more hair from her mouth, cursing under her breath. It was at that moment that she noticed someone standing right in front of her, clearly wanting her attention. Heidi stopped in her tracks, giving a sheepish smile and taking her earbuds out just as the stern looking girl motioned her to.

"Heh...was I singing too loud again?" she asked, hazarding an educated guess. She was apparently prone to going into her zone like that according to Frieda. "Sorry." She shuffled on the spot as if she was literally brimming with potential energy, which frankly she was. She wished she could be drumming right now to let off steam. Instead she was forced to wander round a ship. "I don't know first it was Foo Fighters and they just really get me in the zone you know?" she rambled an explanation, "So then when Sia came on I just had to sing!" She tugged on her messy ponytail awkwardly and shrugged, shoving her hands in her pockets to make sure her beloved butterfly knife hadn't dropped out. "Ah you probably don't give a crap, but I'm Heidi. Hi." She then realised how that introduction sounded and couldn't help but let out a half snort half laugh.

 

[PixieDust]

~Titan of Strength~

GUILD n/a ||SCENARIO: Lunch ||LOCATION: The Gym ||WITH: Preston stellar.nova ||MENTIONS: ...

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Jesse continued laying into the punchbag as he fought back the tears forming in his eyes. He was now dripping in sweat so even if someone did happen to enter the room he hoped they would simply mistake his tears for sweat. Breathing heavily he finally let his arms fall to his sides, staring at the almost destroyed punchbag. A voice distracted him for a moment and he turned slightly to see the speaker, making sure nor to let them see his face too clearly. It was a woman he hadn't even noticed in the room. Had she just arrived? It didn't seem so.

"Lunch is being served soon. I'm sure you don't want to miss out. If you want, we can shower and change real quick and walk there together?" Jesse was momentarily at a loss for words. He didn't expect her to even acknowledge him and he had a sense she was not looking at him directly on purpose. He nodded curtly, watching her as she passed him with an inexplicable gratitude. Once she was gone he grabbed his towel and headed into the cool locker room to shower away the residue of his workout and the worrying thoughts on his mind. The cold water of the shower did wonders for his mood and although his mum was still playing on his mind, he knew he could face the day as she would want him to.

Once he was done with changing, he found the woman still waiting for him expectantly. He gave her a nod and a small smile. "Alright there lass. How's about that lunch?" he said in answer to her earlier question. "Good session?"