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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 24, 2009 21:37:20 GMT
She stood in front of the dusty and cracked mirror she had nicked a few years back. Her dress lay over the bed and as she stood in front of the mirror she was only clad in the semi-white under dress she wore everyday. Lyra, as was her name, was turned to the side so that it was her profile visible in the mirror. She was looking to see if she had any degree of a bump that would reveal to the world that something was different about her. But nothing was showing. She had no bump. Absently, Lyra drifted her hands over her mostly flat stomach. He had to know, and he had to know soon.
Her steps carried her over to the bed where her fingers grabbed hold of the dress that lay there. She pulled it over her head, nimble fingers tying the ties that would keep the raggedy dress on her body and keep it on tightly. She did not want to lose it to some male with grubby fingers. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of the one male who she didn't mind... Her thoughts trailed off, those thoughts were the problem. Those thoughts had gotten her into this situation in the first place.
Again, her fingers drifted over her stomach and tears built in her eyes. She wasn't ready for this responsibility. She wasn't married, she wasn't old enough. Would she even be a good mother? All she knew was that she wanted this child to have a better life then the one she had had. She would do anything to support it. And then there was Pitivo. He deserved better then her, and here she was tying him down because of the baby. But he had a right to know. It was clearly his child and because of that he needed to know. She would tell him and it would all be up to him. If he wanted her to go away, then she would go away.
Love hurts.
Slowly she made her way down from her room into the main room of the Inn, where she worked. She had lived and worked here for awhile, all thanks to Cat. Cat. Cat would have to know to, Lyra owed her that. Though Cat wasn't that much older then Lyra herself, she was the closest thing to family or a mother that Lyra had ever had. At least since her foster family of so many years ago. They barely counted though as the kindness of her foster mother was cancelled out by the... the... By whatever adjective that suited her foster father. But what would Cat think?
Tying an apron around her waist she greeted the early afternoon patrons and the various urchins who had slipped in to see Cat and sell her their nicked goods. |
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Post by Alec Von Ince on Jan 25, 2009 21:57:29 GMT
Alec Von Ince strolled into the Inn, a glove over his left hand only; as the right one, a marble hand, carved like one of a statue's, didn't need to be kept warm. He used his teeth to take the glove off, and then looked around the room with his only eye, his left one covered with a eye-patched monocle.
He sat down; it was nice to be back in London: his ship, the Rook's Cannon, resting far away, awaiting orders. Who would of known a former privateer could become a small admiral? At seventy-four, it was about time, however. Even his dread locks had turned white and grey. But the last ten years hadn't been wasted. In fact, things were becoming more and more possible.
When he saw an Inn Keeper, he asked "May I ask for meal to be recommended?", his voice amused, and his smile only going along one side of his face.
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Post by Pitivo Rian Costa on Jan 26, 2009 8:39:26 GMT
Pitivo walked quickly into the Pub, his hair blowing in the cold January air as he made his way to the Inn, brushing past people as he watched a group of Urchins picking the pocket of some wealthy man, reminding him of his childhood on the streets before Mum took him in. He was a young lad then, barely 10 years old and already skilled at picking pockets and stealing his food, or whatever he needed to live. The Inn slowly came into view, and the very Urchins who picked the rich man clean where seen, by Pitivo, heading toward th secret entrance in back to see if they can find Cat, the person he knew was still a fence, to sell the stuff to.
He entered the Inn and made his way toward the bar, sitting next to some old bloke with a marble hand and a manacle over one of his eyes. He spotted his girlfriend, Lyra, and smiled slightly. "I think a couple lad's might be coming in to pay Cat a visit." He said after kissing her on the lips and staring at the back for a split second, pouring himself a pint of Lager a second later and taking a swig.
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Post by lyra wood ♥ on Jan 27, 2009 5:09:49 GMT
Lyra turned to face the person who had addressed her. A recommended meal? Personally Lyra ate anything that was offered to her. It had a lot to do with the years of hunger when she was little. But she couldn't choose a favorite. All in all the twenty two year old simply loved food. She just couldn't help it. Carefully she placed an inviting smile on her lips and pretended to rack her brains for a particular meal that was popular. Glancing around she saw a few of the earlier clientele eating some meal that they made here, There was a few of them eating it so Lyra figured it couldn't be too bad. 'Course, like she said before she liked all the food served here.
"Everything served here is pretty good, luv, but I'd recommend what them gents are eating," she said, the smile still on her lips.
A natural, unforced smile formed on her lips as she saw Pitivo enter. Whether or not she considered herself good enough for him, he still made her ridiculously happy. There was no doubt about it, Miss Wood was head over heels for the former urchin who had just kissed her. His words echoed in her ears for a moment before she nodded curtly. "If I see her, I'll let her know." Cat would probably know before Lyra could tell her about the Urchins, but that was okay. Lyra watched him as he took a sip of a drink, her thoughts from earlier that day returning to her and guilt pumped into her stomach.
"I have to tell you something, luv," she said softly, her light blue eyes gaze resting on his face, ready to judge his expression. |
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Post by Alec Von Ince on Jan 31, 2009 21:12:52 GMT
"Well, then I'll take whatever they're having." Alec said.
The Inn Keeper then became distracted, leaving him to his thoughts. Kendenza should be in the city soon. He had orders to arrive at Port, not too far away, with his ship's second in command taking over. Of course, no one was supposed to know he had anything to do with Mark; since he was called an enemy of the Empire, and thought to be Chinese, as most of his crew were.
He could lurk in the city, as long as he kept to himself mostly, though some may recognize him as an outlaw, Alec didn't know. He then planned for Kendenza to do the work Alec couldn't do in the city. Get rebels active, outlaws, and any attacks that Alec couldn't yet do. After ten years, Alec was sure the time had come to take the British Empire down.
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