Beautiful Sunlight -Church/Invite-

[Kelekona]

Kelekona arrived on a small boat in the kingdom of Arabasta. She skipped threw the kingdom in her sandals kind of hatting the feeling of not being able to feel the ground. But she must protect her feet from the hot sand, glass and what else there is on the filth floors of a man made city. This place was so full of people and many buildings. She couldn't see where the city ends. It was very interesting and of course she has never been here if no one has noticed yet.

Kelekona laughed at a bunch of kids pranking a store by throwing many eggs at it. She never saw eggs used like that before. The store owner came out yelling at the kids and shaking his fist at them. She covered her mouth when the store owner saw her laughing. She ran across the street and looked into the window of a bakery. The wonderful smells were intoxicating but she didn't have much money. She needed to use her money for restocking her bombs and eat something more healthy to keep her strength up. Even so she stayed in front of the store drooling over the food.

[Elias Church]

Despite the hardships of Pirate life; the killing, the maiming, the plundering, the bad food, the dry smokes, the watered-down drink, the disrespect, the government influences... The list goes on. Sometimes the best things in life were the simplest. A man of easy pleasures, Eli could find reprieve even in the face of annoyances under the blazing sun and atop the golden sands that covered Arabasta Island. A place that catered especially to his dislike for over-encumbering clothing. To top his already mellow mood, Church noticed as he rose the morning was already almost behind him; the man never really did like mornings. Since his participation in the usurping of a certain little out-of-the-way-place, a vacation of sorts was called for and thus, the breezy Kingdom of Summer Sands became his playground.

Feeling the warm burn of sand between his bare toes as he wandered about town, Eli felt at peace. The sand that followed him from the beach would no doubt get on his nerves when it cooled and began to irritate his skin but that wouldn't be for some time yet. Until then he chuckled to himself as he noticed several youths pelt a store with eggs, and then as the owner came out and glowered so hard at a fellow onlooker the young girl felt the need to escape the strangers' wrath. Stirred by an overwhelming sense of wellbeing, Eli set off to find the woman and introduce himself as best he could. The soft tones of women rang like music in his ears, and he never could resist a pretty face and making friends with it. Not that he harbored any lurid desires for the girl, above all else Elias preferred company, and what better company was there?

A measure taller than the majority of other girls in the area, Eli's newest friend was rather easy to find, especially when he could see the direction in which she fled. Appearing to be off in her own little world staring into the window of a bakery, it was simple enough to put two and two together. Not entirely driven by kindness to purchase a snack for the girl, he was self-involved enough however to purchase the girl a snack in an attempt to pull the strings of social niceties in his favor and demand some of the girls' time. Without going so far as to say it directly of course. "Careful there, someone might think you haven't eaten in days!" Choosing to exclaim his words with a sense of confidence, and to ensure he was heard beyond the barrier of imagination Eli stood several feet off to the girls' right side. Arms folded across his chest, Church was dressed in his usual attire; torn blue shorts, orange-red sash tied at his waist, gear over his left arm and sword against his back. Many would find such an immediate sight intimidating, or at least startling, and Eli liked watching how people reacted to his presence.

[Kelekona]

A pool of drool could be made the way she was drooling over the delicious food in the window. She thought many times of just braking the window and stealing the food but then she thought glass would be in the food. She thought of using her short katana to possibly cut the window open. That also didn't really seem to work because the glass would fall and break, plus the lady working at the cash would see and hear that. What was she to do with out causing violence. She laughed to her self at the thought of punching the cashier into the wall behind her then taking some sort of pastry. She was tempted to do that. She didn't though, well because someone walked up to her. She could hear him coming before even speaking. So obviously she wasn't all the way into her own world.

She turned to her head looking at the man that just spoke to her, drool leaking from her mouth. Her eyes widening as she looked him up and down. "You pyschic or somethin?" She sucked in the drool and swollowed it with out a care in the world of how she looked just now. She noticed his outfit and almost laughed at this glorious sight. A strange outfit indeed but he wasn't the only one. Kelekona was also wearing a strange outfit as well. But the male was more revealing than she was, in a way. He wore no top with fancy shorts wear and she wore a revealing top with split skirt. She turned all the way toward the man, her stub of an arm with her short katana in sight. Though her short katana could already be seen, it was just that stub that wasn't seen until know. She didn't think he would say anything of it. She didn't really care at all.

She wondered what he wanted. She thought the obvious and that was of her beauty. All the men seem to be so damn attracted to her. She knew how she looked and she didn't care. She's who she wants to be and she wears what she wants. No pencil pusher can stop her from being her self. And if they did, she'd knock them out of there shoes, drown them, kick them in the walnuts, feed them to the fishes, or hold them by a leg over a cliff. Though she wouldn't let them die. She isn't that kind of a person. Well the kind of person that wouldn't let someone die so easily. She's that kind of girl. She copied the crossing arm posture the man was in. Though it didn't really make sense for her to cross arms when she only has one arm. She didn't care, she just did it anyways. "So... watchya want fancy pants?"