patch it up [open]

[Amanda Smyth]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:B0C4DE;border-bottom: 4px dotted #4682B4] you would kill for me, would you not?
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;border-right: 4px dotted #4682b4;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/351hb9w.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/351hb9w.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;] Amanda had loved the Terran market as a child. It had always been so much more interesting than the dull, tiny place her family had lived, and when she was older, it had been infinitely more interesting than the cramped ships' quarters she spent so much of her time in. It was nice to not have her head bumping ceilings, after all. Very nice. Sure, one could always spend as much time as possible on deck, but that was just asking for incessant rain, or hair-tangling gusts of wind. Or bird poop. Maybe all three, for someone particularly unfortunate. The perks of being a pirate who did not attack Terran was not lost on her. She would have received more looks had she retained her usual attire this particular shore visit, but, for once, she was wearing that stupid dress she'd hung onto for, oh, goodness knows how many years. She could remember the last time she'd worn it very well - that had ended in a bedroom in the Inn, and a very enjoyable time. This time, she wasn't likely to have as much fun, since she was just running the sorts of errands any pirate must, from time to time. (Especially any pirate who was needing some new fabric). She did not normally choose to be so incogruous (not that a six-footer could ever be that, but one in an ill-fitting dress and clunky boots is far less frightening than one with an enormous coat, weapons, and an eye-patch). She hadn't foregone the eye-patch for the day, though. That was never leaving her face, if she could help it. The blind eye beneath looked so silly. There was no scar to render it dashing, no false eye to render it disturbing, just a plain eyeball that lacked the ability to see but looked like it should. Her good eye roved the stalls she perused, and the eyes of the merchants stayed on the plain black eye-patch, whispers moving between the stalls she had already left behind, though they were all eager to help the lady in the awkward-length dress. Sure, she could have been raiding the city today - but what good did that do? There were so many people willing to do that sort of work, and after a promise of beheadings if they betrayed her or skipped their tribute, they did it to her benefit, as well as their own. They led a life of notoriety, and she had a very easy time coming ashore and using money perhaps stolen from these same merchants at a different time to buy their wares. She never spent too much, to avoid attracting attention, and she only came around the markets every so often, waiting long enough between visits that the memory of the woman with the eye-patch would have faded to the back of their minds. Anonymity was an enjoyable place to be, for now. Perhaps eventually she would allow herself to become notorious, but for now, she was enjoying being able to freely wander this "land" without the worry of someone recognizing her.
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[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]ELP ME, LET GO OF THE CHAOS [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ THE DEVIL THAT HOUNDS ME, I NEED YOU TO TELL ME CHILD, BE STILL CHILD, BE STILL. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █Cymmie was moving through the crowd easily, like someone who knew how to use their body. She was the embodiment of the sea after all, and quite a talented dancer. Her body was always fluid in it's movements and some people envied her because of it. It made her a good fighter, she fought with a pair of long curved daggers and a .45 Winchester Magnum. She had, had the gun since before the flood. It was a rare find and she was constantly getting asked if she wanted to sell it. Like she would ever part with it, she thought with a scoff. She wandered through the market sniffing the air. It smelled of fresh baked bread, weaponry, and sweets. Immediately she was drawn to the bread. Her usual attire of a black jacket, blue jeans, and white tank top decorated her body, clinging to her slender form invitingly, given she had just gotten off work there was slight sweat marks on the V of her neck in between her breasts. It was nice to be outside, to feel the fresh air of the sea on her face. The familiar smell of her home, just beyond Terran called to her. She ignored it however and continued through to the bread stall. The enticing smell of freshly baked bread made her human form's stomach growl. In her human form she did need to eat, however in her deity in form she had no desire to eat. As she maneuvered through the crowd, her gaze focused on the bread stall and did something very unlike her, she knocked into someone. Cymmie rocked back on her heels, careful not to fall, and then lurched upward. Her movements showed the perfection of someone who had strong muscles and knew how to use them. Immediately she began to apologize though her gaze was still fixed on the bread and not looking at the woman she had hit. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going... I'm kind of distracted," Cymmie glanced over at the woman who wore an eye patch and her eyes fluttered shut before she inhaled greedily at the warm scent of bread. She was so addicted to the stuff, and given few people made it because it was hard to find the right seaweed that could make it, it was just hard to find anymore. Cymmie often traded something valuable just to get some of it. [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/cymmie.jpg); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/GUMI6001132661-1.jpg); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ WORDS 425 █ MUSE AWESOME █ SONG Daughters of Darkness- Halestorm █ NOTES Hope it's ok if I jump in ^^ [/style]

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[Amanda Smyth]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:B0C4DE;border-bottom: 4px dotted #4682B4] you would kill for me, would you not?
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;border-right: 4px dotted #4682b4;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi48.tinypic.com/9gx9bd.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi48.tinypic.com/9gx9bd.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;] Amanda prided herself on an awareness of her surroundings and any potential dangers. However, since her attentiveness towards that sort of thing was more focused on people who seemed like obvious (and likely) threats, such as the thin, small sort of people that tended to be pickpockets (not that she had pockets to pick, and it would be fairly hard to steal her money when she kept it between her breasts, but pickpockets had dangers besides loss of money), or the big, burly, angry-looking scarred people like her favorite weapons merchant. The woman caught her at exactly the right time to startle her at least a little, walking straight into her side as she was bartering with a cloth merchant. The easiest way to avoid a fall from an impact such as another body was motion, rather than trying the 'stiff and stoic' route, and as such, the pirate's motion was not the easy rock-back of the woman who had walked into her, but rather a turn on the carried over momentum. It was a simple movement, and one that did not demonstrate The tall woman looked down, ever so slightly, at the other. Teal hair, kind of cute, really focused on...oh, the bread stall. For a second she'd thought that longing look was directed at her chest, and wondered whether she should be concerned, flattered, or heavily amused. Though it was kind of annoying that the chit could barely tear her eyes away from the bread to look at her, even though she was apologizing. She closed her eyes right after looking, too. Amanda was forced to consider the prospect that the girl was crazy, along with tempering the urge to grab the girl's chin to make her look at her, as she often found herself doing with embarrassed cabin boys (and girls) on her ships. The chit lusting after bread wasn't exactly thirteen, nor did most dress-wearing women do something quite that...reactive, at least not in her limited experience of 'normal' women. Instead, Amanda propped a hand on her hip. "You've obviously been looking where you're going," she replied to the apology, "You've merely neglected to pay attention to what happened to be between you and it. As you are still doing." What was so good about bread anyhow? Amanda had had it once or twice at best, and barely remembered her last taste of it - she believed it was probably from the second ship she had added to her fleet. They'd had some bread on board, and she'd decided to try some of it. All she could remember about it was that it was stale. So who knew, maybe it bordered on the addictive when it was fresh. She still didn't think that it was a terrific excuse for walking around recklessly as the girl had, though. It was an incredibly stupid reason, quite frankly.
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[Cymopoleia]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]ELP ME, LET GO OF THE CHAOS [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ THE DEVIL THAT HOUNDS ME, I NEED YOU TO TELL ME CHILD, BE STILL CHILD, BE STILL. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █Cymmie smirked at the woman, her attention turning to her fully at the comment, and roving her form for the first time and seeing her truly. She wasn't just another boring human, she had an interesting sort of... authority to her voice. It made Cymmie's eyebrow raise, the deity inside her laughed at that petty show of leadership. But the human side of her shivered in pleasure. The dominance shown in that teasing voice caused Cymmie to bite her lip with excitement shining in her teal eyes. Suddenly the bread could wait, this woman was interesting. "Are you reprimanding me?" Cymmie asked, amusement clearly ringing through her husky alto voice. "For ignoring you, hmmm?" She licked her lips after she hummed. Clearly flirting as she crossed her arms over her chest. She loved it, flirting came easy to her, she was a dancer after all, meant to entertain the people at the tavern, and so she naturally flirted with her body no matter what the gender was. Her words were just as dangerous as her body, as quick to tease as they were to attack. Just like the sea it was impossible to predict how she was going to react. She looked so inviting like this, in this human form, with slender curves and large eyes. But she was always quick to draw her weapons, the daggers which rested on her hips, pressed comfortingly against her sides promising a fun time. She loved to fight as much as she loved to flirt, death and love were not as much fun. It was more the danger and adrenaline that came with the beginning of lust and the possibility of death, that got her going. Just the thought of it usually was enough to dilate her pupils. "And if you are reprimanding me... what is my punishment?" she asked with a scoff. She glanced from beneath her lashes coyly, her heated gazed once again roving over the tall form of the woman before her. She turned her attention to the cloth and smiled, "You are shopping for cloth?" Her voice changed from lustful to merely interested, as if she hadn't just acted as if she had been asking for something more interesting than bread. [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/cymmie.jpg); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/GUMI6001132661-1.jpg); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ WORDS 375 █ MUSE GREAT ^^ █ SONG N/A █ NOTES Ugh still getting used to using her [/style]

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[Amanda Smyth]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,2px,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background-color:B0C4DE;border-bottom: 4px dotted #4682B4] you would kill for me, would you not?
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;border-right: 4px dotted #4682b4;vertical-align:top] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/2ues5g9.jpg);] [/style] [style=width: 90px; height:90px; float:center; border: 2px solid #4682b4; border-radius: 60px 60px 60px 60px; background-image: url(http://oi50.tinypic.com/2ues5g9.jpg);] [/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color:b0c4de;] Amanda raised her eyebrows as the chit suddenly started paying serious attention. Oh joy. The way she was reacting to her snide commentary was...pretty hilarious, if she was honest. Potentially unnerving but mostly it made her want to crack up laughing. Flirtatiousness was quite amusing, really. People put so much effort into it because of whatever attracted them, whether it was muscles or lips or a certain shape of eye or the pitch of someone's voice. She preferred watching to the verbal back-and-forth that people went through, not because it wasn't fun, but because people had it easier presenting themselves as they wished to be seen when they were speaking, rather than when they were unaware of attention being focused on them. It was easier to gauge what the object of her interests was like when they were unaware. Not that one couldn't be judged by their flirting - the chit was practically screaming that she was a 'tease' the way she was acting. "Take it as you want," she said, a smirk stealing onto her face. This chit was just too... Interesting wasn't the right word, nor was weird, and she couldn't come up with any other adjectives that would fit well with the girl. "Do you normally pay attention only to bread and," and her voice, a lovely, mellow pitch, lowered into those same husky tones, "punishment?" She assessed her more thoroughly as she spoke, noting the indents of knives at the girl's side as more than an after-thought now. The gun had been obvious from the start, but spotting knives was less of a concern for her, most of the time. She could easily handle the few cuts she might get in the time it would take her to disarm an opponent with knives - gun wounds were a different matter. Unlike the chit she faced, Amanda was not ruled by emotions. Everything she did was calculated, consequences negative and positive weighed against each other, no matter how unlikely some might seem. She chose her battles carefully. Of course, her gaze looked nothing more than the sort of look-over girls like this were all too used to, but perhaps a little more detached. Mmmm, what would she punish her with, given the opportunity...? Given that she didn't know the girl, and had little interest in her, probably scrubbing floors or something... A more fascinating answer could have been given. "Floor-scrubbing," she said dryly, "Or the fact that you almost fell on a crowded street. I save the interesting stuff for people I know." The topic switch, and tonal change, was interesting, and demonstrative that the girl was of the 'tease' variety. She handled the switch with slightly lowered eyelids, vaguely interested expression in place otherwise. "And you are shopping for bread. Unless you also happen to be shopping for cloth, in which case, I am always interested in discussing fabric choices." She was more interested in the large swaths of undyed fabric at the back of the stall than she was in the nicer dyed fabrics at the front. For one thing, it was cheaper, and for another, patches didn't need to be colored, though she was considering some rust-colored fabric closer towards the back so that she could make this present dress fit better. The awkward length made her stand out too much. If she did her stitching right, she could remove the stuff she might add on should she choose to, and thereby let the dress switch between short and long. That would be quite useful, she thought. And of course, like anyone who knew anything about the days before the water came, she was curious that the merchant had a small roll of velvet on display. How did he even have velvet?
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