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Post by CAPRICIA GIVANTI on Apr 30, 2011 1:09:48 GMT -6
I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO can't you see i'm no one's angel [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]
Slippery. The glass in her hand felt... Slippery. She picked it up, two handed this time, and took a huge swig of the ale inside. She wasn't sure what it was, and honestly didn't care. At this state of drunkenness, it could have been just about anything. Instead of getting the poor bastard next to her to buy her another drink, she simply took his from his limp hand (since he was passed out he wouldn't miss it) and stood from the bar. This place was boring now. She'd drunk the man under the table, almost literally. He was still partially on his chair but... That wouldn't last long. Nearing the door, she hooted a drunken goodbye to the bar tender, and stepped outside.
The subtle breeze felt good on her flushed face. She was... Well... Pretty intoxicated to be honest. She'd stepped away from her duties for a little while to have some fun. Her hair was pulled up, and her white button-down was missing the first three buttons. Funny... They had all been there earlier. Oh well, shirts were stupid anyway. In fact... Why wear one at all? She set her beverage delicately on the ground, then proceeded to rip off what was left of her shirt. She was wearing her usual black bikini top underneath, and had on a pair of ripped jean shorts and black combat boots. That was much better. Taking up her beverage again, she drank some more.
What to do, what to do? She stumbled a bit, giving a little snort in surprise. This just caused her to laugh even harder, almost to the point of tears. Sighing at the end of her giggling tirade, she sat down on the side of some building. A guy, or rather, a creeper, came by and tried to lamely get her to go with him. She glared, irritated that he was trying to get her to move from her comfy spot on the ground. Instead of talking to him, she pulled her favorite double barrel flint revolver that she happened to call "The Twins" off her leather gun belt. She would have gone for the rifle attached to her back with a leather strap, but decided the smaller one would be easier to keep steady.
Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and stuck a bullet through the guy's forehead. Little shit. How dare he ruin her fun times! Sounding like she was in the process of eating cotton balls, she gave a very drunken statement to the corpse sitting with her in the alley. "Phyuck auf..." She laughed, amused again by the scared shitless look on his dead face. Blood spilled from the hole in the back of his head. She took her index finger and drew a picture in it before looking with a happy smile at her artwork. So demented. Pretty flower. Who else would come by to assuage her boredom?
Hopefully it would be someone mildly entertaining. Or maybe one of her crew mates? That certainly would be something funny. To be honest, she most likely needed one of them to come pick her ass up and haul her back to the boat. She was done drinking for the night anyway after this glass. After all, she had just killed a man for being a total creep on her in such a state. I mean, his corpse was sitting right next to her. She'd fucking drawn in his blood. Hell, if anyone approached her at this point, it would be funny. A scantily clad, drunk blond pirate against the world! "Woo hoo!!!" she called into the air, firing off two rounds into the sky. In the distance a dog barked, and she laughed hysterically again. She loved her guns so much. They made such a loud bang, which was the main attraction. Her mind went hazy for a moment, and she had no idea how much time actually passed. It could have been minutes, could have been hours. In the name of pillaging, she would have one hell of a hangover in the morning. With that thought, she chugged the rest of her drink, smiling as she threw the glass mug against the wall of the opposite building. It broke, and she smiled. Such pretty destruction.
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Post by Rona Cervello on Apr 30, 2011 20:50:16 GMT -6
A lone figure walked down the street humming softly arms behind their back holding an instrument case of some sort. It was a lovely night out. The breeze chilled the air just right so that it wasn't too hot or too cold, but just right. This added with the fact that it was so late at night made it the perfect time to go out and just take a walk. The lack of people on the street completed the atmosphere. It was a very inspiring night. Inspiring enough to get Luca to leave the confines of her home and venture to some sort of public place and play her music. It would be a beautiful experience. The atmosphere and the music, Ah, the thought of it just made Luca's heart leap. As she imagined it, it would be something like a good novel or a piece of art.
She continued on down the street occasionally looking at the surrounding buildings. A few of the lights were lit, but most were dark. As they should be currently she was in the residential area. Most normal people were asleep at this time of the night. Gradually she got closer to the commercial area and once a single person passed her she knew she was at her perfect spot. Luca stopped abruptly and set her instrument case down on the ground. Opening it she took a moment to admire the beauty of the glistening rust colored violin. With a soft and loving sigh she unhooked her bow and took out a piece of resin after tightening the bow. Once she was satisfied with the amount of resin on her bow she put away the resin and lovingly took out the violin.
After taking a moment to stand up and adjust the violin on her shoulder her she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes she began playing. The song started out with a single note dragged out for a few seconds and repeated a few times before pausing and beginning to get a bit more technical. The song was calm pulling inspiration from the atmosphere. It was a very calm piece and Luca used her whole body to play the song. Quickly she began to get absorbed into the moment. It was definitely a good idea to have come out to play.
Somewhere in the distance, or at least what seemed like the distance in her state, she mildly registered the sound of a gunshot. She faltered slightly messing up a note in her song. She continued to play for a few more moments, but the magic had been severed and her concentration shot along with whatever got hit by the source of the earlier noise. She brought the song to an early stop and gathered herself. 'Well, I suppose I have to find out where that noise came from.' she thought before smirking slightly.
Her violin and bow safely stowed away in their case once more she pondered how exactly she'd find the source. At the time she heard it she'd barely registered exactly where it came from and had only a vague idea of where it came from. After a few second of deliberation she shrugged it off and stood up. She resumed walking with her case behind her back. Heading in the general direction of where she heard it she pondered what she would find. It could have simply been an old man shooting at a cat, but it also could have been the product of a fight. The latter scenario brought a smirk to her face. How interesting would that be. Still, there was the problem of actually finding out where the shot ca- Suddenly, there was the sound of two more shots being fired and a dog nearby barking. Luca's smirk turned into a full blown grin. 'Perfect!' . Quickly she headed to wards the sound of the shots. She didn't want to miss out on the person. There was no telling how quickly the person was moving. Her speed quickened with each passing moment, but as she got closer to where she thought she heard the noise originated she slowed down. If it was because of a fight then unnecessarily startling them would not be in her best interest at all.
She passed through an intersection and turned to look at the noise of shattering glass. A woman stood, obviously piss drunk, and very scantily clothed. Luca was ready to resume her walk when she noticed the womans guns. She put two and two together and assumed that this woman was the origin of the shots. Even if she wasn't, drunk people could always be fun to be around. She needed no more encouragement and approached the blonde. "Hello, Lovely night isn't is?" she greeted with a friendly smile.
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For your reference, I used this as a reference for the song she is playing.
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