A.lyssaL.ies--[OPEN]+

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Nymphony
Alyssa Lies
To the classroom
Alyssa lies
Everyday at school

(All my board titles for role playing are going to be songs I'm listening to. XD)

Click. Click.

A pause. Then, click. Click.

Another slight hesitation, then a turn and a faster, more agitated clicking as Nymphony made her way back a few feet, frustrated.

"What does it take to get a merchant around here?" she grumble, twitchy with having to wait around for others. The werewolf paced, then stopped suddenly, green eyes fixed on the ground. The merchant isn't the only one supposed to be here... the little voice in her head reminded her, and her fists tightened briefly before loosening. She shoved them in her pockets.

"Where are you captain?" Nym murmured to herself, continuing her clipped pacing in front of the shops.

Alyssa lies
To the teachers
As she tries to cover every bruise

[Spotted]

Spotted stopped for a second, gazing about the street. He had grown up here, though he wouldn't let his crew know that. They would think less of them. But he was acting kind of odd, he knew and they knew. And he knew they knew. He kept stopping and looking around, as though nervous. Really, though, he was wathing for someone. Someone who he hadn't seen for years. Even if she was here, he probably wouldn't notice.

Suddenly Spotted stopped and straightened. He had forgotten about his rendez-vous with his first-mate. Something about a merchant, he though, as he turned and sped down the street. "Ah, there we go." he murmered to himself.

He slowed and turned down an alley. A wall of boxes obscured his path. He looked left, and, sure as ever, there it was. The little door. He crouched and pushed on a brick next to it. The door slid smoothly open. Good as always, he thought as he crawled through into the small room. After closing the door, he paced quickly across, without looking round, and kicked another brick, causing the door to swing open on this side. Grabbing the bar above the door, he swung through and out onto the other side of the box-wall. Slamming the hatch, he jogged out onto the street, and glanced around.

Sure enough, there was Nym, pacing back and forward, hands in her pockets, evidently annoyed. He walked over to her and tapped her shoulder and spoke, "Hey, sorry I'm late.."

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[/color] She shot him an irritated look that clearly said, What took you so long?

Not waiting for an answer that might never come, the werewolf stretched, muscles much less tense now that she had company. "Just be glad you're not the only one who's late, okay?" she teased, jade eyes scouring the street for the merchant. Now that her moment of vexation had fully passed, Nym grinned at Captain Spotted.

Her eyes flicked--panic. That was her only emotion right now. The rain battered at her tanned skin, soaking her hair and her coat. The clashes and clangs of battle swelled around her. One of the other ship's crew lunged for her. There was only one choice...

Grimacing at the sudden pressure in her head, the werewolf lightly brushed her slender fingers across her forehead. Blast and d**ned you to Hell... she cursed the memory, before refocusing her gaze on Spotted.[/ul][/size]

[Spotted]

"What? Who else is late? I thought the guys were staying at the Goldenberry?" A thought tickled his head. What were we doing here again? He had been focusing so much on nothing to do with what he should have been. "Wait, were we meeting someone or something?"

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[/color] (Which is actually the family friendly version. She IS a pirate, after all.) Judging by the likelihood that he was NOT just fooling around, Nym walked over to a wall and lightly banged her head against it.

As she walked back to Spotted--dazed. She really shouldn't have chose a brick wall--the first-mate explained, "Yes. Yes we are. We are here to meet a MERCHANT, you scatterbrain." Not that her brain didn't feel a bit scattered itself.

Quick as a flash, she retracted the small mirror from her pocket, eyes flicking towards it while her ears concentrated on the battle around her. Sudden movement and sound to her left cued her to dodge--and as she did she could feel her body changing. She closed her eyes.
The wolf was back.

Cursing under her breath, she squeezed her eyes shut. "We might as well try to get some headache medicine along with our other supplies," Nym told him, crossing her arms and looking down the street to avoid his gaze.[/ul][/size]

[Spotted]

"Really..? Oh, that's right."

As Nym looked down the street, he siezed his chance and walked over to one of the stalls. "I'll have a look about, okay?"

Really, he only wanted to be alone, to visit the fountain, to look around his childhood haunts, and most of all, meet her. But she probably wasn't even on the island anymore. He had to remember that. "Just call me if you see him." he called over his shoulder, already advancing toward the stalls.

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[/color][/i] crossing her mind before she nodded and watched him go. "Don't go too far. Can't exactly howl for you, here..." The werewolf looked uneasy, the comment that was supposed to be a joke weighing down on her.

So much prejudice. So little people like Spotted.
People who didn't particularly care who you were, or where you were from.

Nym nodded again, beginning her back-and-forth pace once more, though this time much less irritated and looking a bit more lost in thought.

The wolf ducked its head--as if that would hide the bloody mess oozing nauseatingly from its muzzle. It whined, fear flashing in its green eyes.

This was it.

She shouldn't have tried.

She should have let the other pirates kill her.

But then she felt the soft hand of her captain resting on her head and glanced up in surprise. Disbelief etched across her features when he didn't seem...accusing.

This time ignoring the pain in her head and heart, Nymphony instead focused on the rhythmic beating of her boots on the cobblestone cracks.

Watch the cobblestones crack, she thought ruefully. Will my story have a happy ending...?[/ul]
(Eeeeee, quote from a siggy I made once. Well...the first part. Not the happy ending bit.)[/size]

[Spotted]

As Spotted wandered over to a stall, he had vague de-ja-vu. This stall, he remembered walking past it on his way to the town hall... He looked up. The same person as always stood there, though visibly older. "What a boring life..." he thought.

[WH!Rberry]

Mr. Jacob Christopher lumbered down the narrow street going north. Hazel eyes narrowing; he picked out plenty human figures in the distance. He didn't like the way his shoes made scuffling noises on the pavement as he walked, for the silence of this part of the street disturbed him. Although it may be better to do things this way when dealing with criminals; He still liked it better when they asked to meet him in a tavern or pub. He also was rather uncomfortable with the fact that these people were people he had never dealt with before. As his slow swagger brought him closer to the marketplace part of the street, his on-and-off business partner fell in step beside him. "I did not know if you would come or not today, Edmund." Mr. Christopher said, acting as cool as he could and keeping his eyes trained on the busier part. Although he would never voice his thoughts; Jacob despised Edmund Steele with a passion. Edmund, although he dealt with criminals too, was a rather pleasant, well-mannered man. And he was younger, which made things worse, for Jacob secretly wished that he was younger, too. Edmund, in truth, was very sly and secretive. And though he presented as pleasant with good manners; that really was just a skin to hide his true self which he seldom revealed to anyone.

Finally; Mr. Christopher and Mr. Steele were near enough to start searching for the costumers. Mr. Christopher's eyes slid over many figures as he began the search.

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While she mused over these thoughts, she glanced around and noticed Mr. Christopher walking closer, and gritted her teeth.

It wasn't as if she didn't like the man--though she rarely got along with merchants--it was just that she was frustrated. VERY frustrate. Growling low in her throat, she lightly pressed the small notch in her choker. She could almost feel the stone crackling into life beneath her finger. "Well, I must say, Capt, you choose a fine time to leave..."[/ul][/size]

[Spotted]

Spotted dragged himself back to reality as Nym's voice eminated from the stone around his neck. "I'm not.." He began, turning round. Noticing he had walked half way down the street, he stopped and corrected himself. "Okay, so I am. Get started on them, and I'll be right back."

As the Captain set off down the bustling street at an un-hurried pace, he tried to pick out the figure of Nym. He could trust that she would engage the mechant, and probably secure the goods before he even got back.

All the more reason to get back quickly.. he reflected, and set off at a jog.