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poly_chromatic2013-08-09 02:14 am
mortemscintilla) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-08-09 02:14 am
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♦ ♦ 28TH CONTRACT - Video/Action
[ Behold! A charming display of confectionary booty! In the background hovers 'Li', his uniform starchy and crisply clean, a sweet little smile on his face. Opening his mouth, he says, ]
"I'm not sure what's wrong with the City. But everyone's invited to Cafe Satine to try some of our new pirate-themed desserts. The lollies are especially delicious. Order up an extra-large cappuccino and you'll also get a crossbones cupcake free!"
[ At least ... that's what he tries to say. What comes out is: ]
Sink me! I be nah sure wha's wrong wit' thee, City. But all ye powdered beauties 'n poxy hornswaggler's be invited t' Galley Satine t' feast yer gobs on some o' our new grub. Th' lollies be especially tasty. Ask fer a tall flagon o' brew 'n I'll toss in a Jolly Roger tartlet in memory of me mum's tar-black heart!
[ ... ... ... ]
[ Don't worry; he didn't understand any of it either. ]
Options For Run-Ins:
Cafe (Li): [ True to the curse, the atmosphere has taken on a saloonish quality -- the smell of booze and tobacco hanging thick in the humid air, trills of music interrupted by shouts and laughter and the tinkling crunch of shattered glass. It's a rough crowd tonight. Thieves, blackguards, cutthroats -- all the vilest dregs of humankind. (Re: his crewmates.) In the background, Li scurries back and forth. They're shorthanded -- he hears his name being called every minute or two. Juggling trays, bussing tables, scribbling down orders, clearing messes. He's almost spinning like a top. ]
[ Someone take pity on the poor boy. Or take advantage -- it's all the same language to a pirate, isn't it? ]
Docks (Reaper) - Near the HRINGHORNI: [ It's a while before he gives his crewmates on the Hringhorni the slip. And staves off that goddamn bear. Armed and masked, he drifts under the planks, where the darkness is striped with thin beams of yellowy light from the lamps that illuminate the dock. The air is salty, bilgy, with overtones of things rotting, of fish and boots. Three different pirate chanties booming from old-school ghetto blasters compete with the muffled skirl of actual accordions and harmonicas. ~We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. The boards overhead resonate with dancing footsteps. ]
[ No one notices the dark figure slinking in the shadows. But if they did, they'd quickly learn to give Hei a wide berth. He isn't in a patient mood tonight. ]
[ Pai. Where are you? ]
[ ooc: Despite the piratey-swag (such as it is), Hei is NOT CURSED. He's simply blending with the scenery -- and hunting down his little sister, who's been missing since midnight. Psst. Don't tell Thor he's cooking at the Cafe instead of out hunting Krakens :< As always, extremely backtag friendly because I'll be sloooow <3. ]
"I'm not sure what's wrong with the City. But everyone's invited to Cafe Satine to try some of our new pirate-themed desserts. The lollies are especially delicious. Order up an extra-large cappuccino and you'll also get a crossbones cupcake free!"
[ At least ... that's what he tries to say. What comes out is: ]
Sink me! I be nah sure wha's wrong wit' thee, City. But all ye powdered beauties 'n poxy hornswaggler's be invited t' Galley Satine t' feast yer gobs on some o' our new grub. Th' lollies be especially tasty. Ask fer a tall flagon o' brew 'n I'll toss in a Jolly Roger tartlet in memory of me mum's tar-black heart!
[ ... ... ... ]
[ Don't worry; he didn't understand any of it either. ]
Options For Run-Ins:
Cafe (Li): [ True to the curse, the atmosphere has taken on a saloonish quality -- the smell of booze and tobacco hanging thick in the humid air, trills of music interrupted by shouts and laughter and the tinkling crunch of shattered glass. It's a rough crowd tonight. Thieves, blackguards, cutthroats -- all the vilest dregs of humankind. (Re: his crewmates.) In the background, Li scurries back and forth. They're shorthanded -- he hears his name being called every minute or two. Juggling trays, bussing tables, scribbling down orders, clearing messes. He's almost spinning like a top. ]
[ Someone take pity on the poor boy. Or take advantage -- it's all the same language to a pirate, isn't it? ]
Docks (Reaper) - Near the HRINGHORNI: [ It's a while before he gives his crewmates on the Hringhorni the slip. And staves off that goddamn bear. Armed and masked, he drifts under the planks, where the darkness is striped with thin beams of yellowy light from the lamps that illuminate the dock. The air is salty, bilgy, with overtones of things rotting, of fish and boots. Three different pirate chanties booming from old-school ghetto blasters compete with the muffled skirl of actual accordions and harmonicas. ~We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. The boards overhead resonate with dancing footsteps. ]
[ No one notices the dark figure slinking in the shadows. But if they did, they'd quickly learn to give Hei a wide berth. He isn't in a patient mood tonight. ]
[ Pai. Where are you? ]
[ ooc: Despite the piratey-swag (such as it is), Hei is NOT CURSED. He's simply blending with the scenery -- and hunting down his little sister, who's been missing since midnight. Psst. Don't tell Thor he's cooking at the Cafe instead of out hunting Krakens :< As always, extremely backtag friendly because I'll be sloooow <3. ]
action;
She stirs the potatoes and meat together and stares down at the brown, lumpy mess. Is this really what you want? A guy who's cold, cut-off, with bombshell emotional issues she doesn't understand and can't see coming. You don't have to put up with this.
She shakes the thought -- and the bad mood -- off and quickly finishes the shepherd's pie. Hei's weird, nothing new about that. No point in letting him ruin a perfectly good day. She leaves some coins on the table and ducks out of the restaurant. Maybe she'll go to the park, run through some more forms again. Enjoy the fact that she can do that.
Boys are stupid, anyway. But she still has her bending training.]
action;
[ He realizes that as he sits by the over-neat flowerbed. It's the fact that she wants sweetness and simplicity. But despite his best efforts to indulge her, he can rarely find the capacity in himself to be either of those things. After years of being buried under a cold sediment of baggage, they've come to mean less and less, flattened and squashed until they're almost recognizable. Unfortunately Korra met him when the thickest layers formed and the ice became almost impenetrable. He feels sorry for her. Why can't she fix her attentions on someone else, who'll know what to do with them? He's sure that if it was some other boy -- someone sane and normal and cohesive -- he'd have fallen in love with her by now. ]
[ Lifting his head, he watches Korra hurry out of the cafe. Resists the impulse to call her, and ducks his head to study his sneakers. ]