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| A Budding Rose - Rosin Dubh; Rosin Dubh - finding a crew | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2012, 08:01 AM (5,819 Views) | |
| Varulven | Dec 10 2012, 10:42 AM Post #21 |
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The bartender shrugged, flashed a quick glance towards the three men at the table behind her, and turned away. As she turned to follow his eyes, Regan tipped his hat back to take a good look at her. A whisp of green silk peeked from inside the scruffy brown coat, and she had a look of nobility about her. A shock of auburn hair framed the most beautiful face he'd seen in many a year. For a second he was lost for words, a rare experience for him... Then her words came back to him, and he realised who she'd asked for. "If you mean the Roisin Dubh, that'll be me." He stood, and offered his hand. "Captain Re- Larsen, owner operator. If you're looking for passage, we haven't decided where we're going yet, apart from away.... He smiled disarmingly... |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 10 2012, 10:58 AM Post #22 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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As he stared at her in silence she smiled, holding his eyes; she was familiar with this look and knew how a woman should conduct herself. There are women and there are women. “Well Captain…Larsen, I believe if you’re willing to lend me your ear, I may be of use. I don’t need a destination, just a journey.” Maintaining eye contact she took her hand in her own, turning it flat and offering her dainty hand in his, awaiting a real woman’s welcome. Again, there are women and there are women. |
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| ribsource | Dec 10 2012, 11:26 AM Post #23 |
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Larsen tried to make him feel better by saying that it didn't matter what he was, but Blaine wasn't buying it, the guy had something over him, and Blaine didn't like that, not one bit, Blaine wasn't the most trusting of people, the Alliance had seen to that, that's why when he was a Captain of his own ship, Blaine had only taken crew from job to job, and not the same people. But it seemed this guy had his number. But Blaine needed a cred, and to get that he needed to take a job, and to do that he needed to be part of a crew, and this was the only ship hiring on this rock. Blaine would do the first job, keep his head down, make some cred, then be gone in the wind. Larsen and the other one talked for a bit, about the name of the ship, its origin, honestly, he did't listen, he didn't really care. These people were just means to an end at the moment. Blaine started to think of his own ship, the Wolfsbane, named after his "brothers" in the black ops team in the Alliance he was part off, the Wolf Pack. Blaine felt his arm, where they had crudely carved tattoos into each other. The raised skin, it kind of gave him comfort. He wasn't a religious man, but the tattoo made him feel better, like his brothers were looking out for him. Someone walked in, a female, some sort of companion training, it wasn't recognizable to most, but with his own Companion mother, Blaine could see the signs, some more subtle than the next. She moved with grace and a certain charm. Seemed she was gonna be joining their band of merry menfolk, Blaine looked at her, and pushed out a chair for her next to Larsen. Blaine carried on just looking round the bar, too many people, too many possible threats, Blaine was always "working" Edited by ribsource, Dec 13 2012, 04:56 AM.
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| MacTrom | Dec 10 2012, 01:42 PM Post #24 |
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After chatting more with the new captain, Monte's eye caught the woman entering and going to the bar. Moments later, she turned and approached. As Laursen stood to accept her arrival, Monte did the same. After she shook Laursen's hand, Monte took hers in turn, and with a guided bow, kissed it gently. A twinkle in his eye, he nodded to the chair that the third man had preferred. "Monte Furlong, at your service, Ma'm. I'll be the ship's engineer. " As she settles into the chair, Monte regains his own seat. |
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| Varulven | Dec 10 2012, 05:02 PM Post #25 |
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There are women and there are Ladies.... Regan kissed the offered hand, and stood politely while Furlong did the same. Blaine pushed a chair out, and Regan waited for her to sit before returning to his own chair. He chuckled inwardly, this was the first time he'd had call to display 'proper' manners in years.... He smiled to her... "Well, you've met our mechanic, the gentleman to my right is Blaine Blair." He waited while acknowledgements were exchanged. "Now, it would be a pleasure to be able to put a name to such a beautiful face, and you suggested you have a proposition for us? |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 11 2012, 12:34 AM Post #26 |
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Reavers Love Slave
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Looking between the three chaps in front of her she faltered for a second... What an obscure troupe; indeed, none of them seemed malicious but some she thought, looking between Monte and Blaine are more charming than others. Keep an open mind. This lasted but a second as the captain called for an introduction. Her right leg rose to drape over the left "Of course sir, Isla Cain and as I mentioned, I'm looking for a journey." She paused, she would need to pay her way but stuck on a ship she would get no income. "My line of work may make things a little difficult, but I was hoping in exchange for a nursing hand we could come to an agreement." She looked to the captain and his crew, she had not yet considered these little complications and felt unease nestle in her stomach. Still it did not show, with a slight tilt to the head she looked the picture of confidence... if only she felt it. |
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| Varulven | Dec 11 2012, 04:36 AM Post #27 |
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"Your line of work?" He looked more closely at her, the way she carried her head. The way she sat, her legs crossed, her knee pointed towards him. The way her gaze washed across him as she spoke. It was staring him in the face. "You're a companion?" She nodded, with a little smile. Regan had spent years playing cards. Years travelling the spacelanes, facing down men with a gun, sometimes men with the upper hand. Years reading the cards a man was holding, literally or figuratively. And she had a bad hand. Not the worst, but she was certainly not as confident as she made out... Well, she had skills that could be useful in the line of business they were branching into, and not just first aid. Assuming that was what she meant by 'nursing hand'? "Well, we need a ship's medic, if that's what you mean? Tell you what, if you just tend our wounds, take care of us when we're sick, then you get a free berth and three square a day.... If you want to take a hand in our.. activities, you'll get a cut of the proceeds. But you'll take the same risks as the rest of us if you do, ok? Meanwhile, I'll try and swing by a 'civilised' world once in a while so you can make a respectible living..." |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 11 2012, 05:59 AM Post #28 |
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She smiled,a slight relief washing over her as she gathered her coat around her nonetheless. She knew that her sugar coated tongue would be useful, that her 'entertainment' skills had potential to hold promise and sway in certain situations. She just hoped that Larsen knew it too.
"Risks don't scare me, sir. Stagnancy does. I'll keep you gentlemen on your feet and I thank you for everything. Now," she glanced at their mugs "More refreshment? Mr Furlong?" she smiled at him, "Mr Blair?" The calmness she felt amongst her first two comrades seemed annhiliated when she met the gaze of the latter. His wide shoulders were tense and his gaze constantly on the move. He didn't trust her, but she doubted he trusted anyone. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 11 2012, 06:26 AM Post #29 |
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Monte smiled at the offer by Isla. "Sure, I'll take another." He turned to Laursen, "Do we have more interviews or would you prefer I get a once over on the ship?" He could do either, since filling his belly, he felt content, but would like to linger and get better acquainted. It was up to the Captain. |
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| Varulven | Dec 11 2012, 06:43 AM Post #30 |
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Regan grinned. The guy was eager, that was a good sign. And they were up against the clock all right, but they weren't going anywhere without a decent pilot, and he'd heard nothing from Ethan yet.... "She came with a clean bill of health, but I'll let you decide how much faith we put in that. I'm pretty eager to get out of the world, if I'm honest, but another round ain't gonna hold us up much, so I reckon we can accept the lady's offer of a drink before we haul off." He winked at her. "After all, we don't want to offend the one who'll be stitching us back together if we cut ourselves shaving, do we?" |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 11 2012, 07:10 AM Post #31 |
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She smiled reaching into her pocket, "So what are you three fine gents drinking?" She asked, once again, finger beckoning the bartender. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 11 2012, 07:34 AM Post #32 |
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Monte pushed his mug over to the lady. "Denibian ale is fine. Thanks." he stretched back in his chair and took a moment to gaze around the rest of the bar, keeping an eye out for any lookie-lous. |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 11 2012, 09:07 AM Post #33 |
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"Denibian ale," she nods to the barman, "And what's your poison, Mr Blair?" she asked, ignoring the unease that he instilled in her. |
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| ribsource | Dec 11 2012, 09:17 AM Post #34 |
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Blaine half listened in as they exchanged pleasantries, he wasn't interested in it at all, chit chat, it was so, polite. Blaine preferred getting to the main jist of everything, people spent far too much time scurrying around the little things, and not enough time concentrating on the big things. The Wolf Pack were the last people to really know Blaine, and he wanted to keep in that way, in order to keep their memory alive. It was a weird thing to do, but something he felt he needed to do, especially as he couldn't visit their families and tell them he was sorry for their losses. The woman asked him something, Blaine looked over and put his hand up in a "I'm fine" kinda way, hopefully she would get what he was saying. Blaine didnt exactly know what his 'job' on the ship he was going to be doing, but it seemed that they had a mech, a medic, and possibly a pilot. So more than likely he would be a gunhand, which didn't bother him much in the slightest. It was what he was best at. |
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| M.Vanity | Dec 11 2012, 09:29 AM Post #35 |
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With scarcely a glance he raised a hand to her. She raised her eyebrow and continuing to watch him she spoke to the bartender "I think I'll join you in that ale Mr Furlong. And whatever this fine chap wants,", she said smiling to the captain as she playfully rolled the coins over the counter to their merchant destination. |
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| Varulven | Dec 11 2012, 09:37 AM Post #36 |
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The 'fine chap' nodded... "I'll have the same... Then I'd better show you people your new home...." |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| ribsource | Dec 11 2012, 04:31 PM Post #37 |
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Home - Blaine scoffed to himself. Blaine didn't get this whole home business. Being on as ship was exactly anything BUT that, it was a business arrangement. A place where you earnt cred. It wasn't a home, there wasn't anything such as home for people like him. Nomad, people on the move, people who didn't let anything tie them down. It was home for Larsen, who owned the boat, but to the rest of them, it was rented space, and one where you had to work in order to pay for it. Home was somewhere where you went to get away from work, not a room, cause that's all you really 'owned' on a ship, it was your only sanctuary, if you had the pleasure of having a single room. If you didn't then you had to share that confined space, with someone else. Ships were a place where usually people couldn't keep themselves to themselves. Being in space for most of the time meant that you were with these people all the time, and eventually they would want to get to know you, know your background, knows your feelings. Blaine didn't like that, Blaine liked to keep his private life just that, private. Home - what a joke. Edited by ribsource, Dec 13 2012, 04:55 AM.
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| Varulven | Dec 12 2012, 06:33 AM Post #38 |
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As the drinks arrived, Regan's handheld chimed again. This time it was a representative from the Trade Guild, passing on details of a potential job. Regan scanned the details, a simple cargo run to the Baroness space station at Verbena, maybe four or five weeks out, and a pretty reasonable profit. He put in a message to the client, and returned to his drink while he waited for a response... |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| Varulven | Dec 12 2012, 08:38 AM Post #39 |
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Regan put down his glass and looked around the table at his three companions. "Are we ready?" Two of them nodded eagerly, Blaine just twitched an eyebrow impatiently. "Then I'll introduce you to the Rose...." He put on his hat, lit another cigar, and headed for the door. |
| I came into this 'verse kicking and screaming, covered in someone else's blood. I'm quite prepared to go out exactly the same way..... | |
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| MacTrom | Dec 12 2012, 08:50 AM Post #40 |
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With a second mug of brew in his stomach, Monte felt more himself. And now a job and berth to boot. Things were starting to look up. He bent over to snatch his backpack as he stood and gathered his feet about him. "Lead away, McDuff. " A gentle grin formed as he followed the others out he door, not allowing the lady to be last in their procession. |
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