Lesley's Story

Lesley Would casually make her way into the Pub. The Journalist deciding that she'd take the Week off as to recharge her 'Batteries'. R&R sounds rather nice at this point in time, after having written quite the documentary on the recent increase in Local Domesticated Violence. The Journalist was clad in simple attire. Such as a faded Gray T-Shirt, a pair of Navy Blue Jeans, with the knee's torn out, White Tennis shoes with gray dirt splotches embedded into there material, long Blond Hair done into a bun as a mean to relieve some of the stress long hair tended to create by tugging on the scalp... Well you get the basic idea, she entered, moved toward the Counter, and took a seat...same old same old.

Lesley Was just a Typical Human, only means of defense was a Holstered Twelve Millimeter, Flimsy Production Type Hand Gun. Though she really hadn't needed to use such as no problems had thankfully occurred during her stay here, honestly no-one would take interest in someone who really couldn't put up much of a fight, and would prefer to associate with those who can.

Though Honestly, she didn't understand why people 'Panicked', for Crying out loud this was the freaking Multiverse! A place in which such Mythological Creatures exist in large numbers, a place in-which God's intervene on a Daily Bases, she thought her Species would of gotten use to it by now! Though she would only shake her head, resting her arms upon the Counter as she went over various Drinks in which she could consume today in her Cranium, she wanted something sweet, yet with a kick, yet not strong enough to get her drunk, maybe just a buzz or tingle.

However the Journalist would find herself 'Jumping' out of her skin, or simple put being startled. The Woman's gaze quick to snap toward the Pirate who had addressed her, blinking rather oddly as she offered a small, polite, yet nervous smile.

Er... I really can't sing to well.

The Woman would speak, loud enough for the Rowdy bunch to hear quite clearly. However another would only insist on such terms, the Woman finding herself slowly standing up, rubbing the back of her neck slowly.

Really, I'm not good at singing honestly....But I could try?

She would begin to slowly approach the odd Group, uncertainty string in her voice.

Lesley Would stare at the Crate they had pulled out for her. Obviously for her to stand upon, and sing to them? Though she hadn't the slightest clue to why they wanted her of all people to sing for them in some sort of odd merriment.

Alright Alright, just don't expect much!

She was obviously taken back by the Pirate's order?

However as gaze would seem to snap toward the general direction of the loud, thumping creating by the Hulking, Menacing Man, only finding herself being picked up, and propped up upon the create without having to do such herself. However as the one know as Frungi, obviously drunk and speaking in third person would refer to her as the 'Pretty Lady' the woman would raise a slender brow, swallowing heavy as she does... God if she screwed up this would end miserably for her.

I-I can try, just don't expect much... um does anyone kn-

However she would only find herself jumping again, the Group seeming to demand a song from the Poor Journalist.

Okay Okay I'll sing!

With that, she would 'Attempt' to sing using a song that came off the top of her head, her voice wasn't that great honestly and the Writer couldn't think of a Song so he left it up to the other to choose one... God what has she gotten herself into now?

Lesley Gaze would drift toward Lovelace, a horribly intimidating man at the least. Though as the request was given, she was quick to scan threw the various songs that she had listened to in her head as to see if she had heard of such a song, only to draw blanks.

Um. I'm not quite familiar with that Song, so No...

She would trail off for a bit.

However her fear of the Group would only drastically increase, the sound of a Round escaping the Barrel of a Gun ringing loudly in her ears, the Woman turning deathly pale as the man had shot one of his own comrades?!

Though she wouldn't harp up on the matter as she feared for her own life as well, Knowing all to well she had gotten herself into one hell of a mess.

E-Er....you 'don't' have to...really....I-I mean...well...

She hadn't the slightest idea to what a 'Calypso' was, or the how the Event would be able to form quite a tale at that...wait did he say looting?

However she would swallow hard, attempting to think on a clear, mannered level or as best as she possibly could.

Well I'm glad you all made it out alive, from my understanding it seems to be quite a feat, but if you wish I could try to sing along with you...? I mean if it isn't to much.

She would try to smile, though it was rather hard to when the Man rested his chin upon her shoulder, his breath wasn't to pleasant honestly it reeked in all actuality.

Lesley Being as his Role Play parter had seemed to vanish, she would obviously be sitting back at the Stool she was previously at before standing and approaching said rowdy group. Her arms gently perched upon the smooth Counter Top as she hummed quietly to herself.

Lesley Gaze would drift toward Lovelace, a horribly intimidating man at the least. Though as the request was given, she was quick to scan threw the various songs that she had listened to in her head as to see if she had heard of such a song, only to draw blanks.

Um. I'm not quite familiar with that Song, so No...

She would trail off for a bit.

However her fear of the Group would only drastically increase, the sound of a Round escaping the Barrel of a Gun ringing loudly in her ears, the Woman turning deathly pale as the man had shot one of his own comrades?!

Though she wouldn't harp up on the matter as she feared for her own life as well, Knowing all to well she had gotten herself into one hell of a mess.

E-Er....you 'don't' have to...really....I-I mean...well...

She hadn't the slightest idea to what a 'Calypso' was, or the how the Event would be able to form quite a tale at that...wait did he say looting?

However she would swallow hard, attempting to think on a clear, mannered level or as best as she possibly could.

Well I'm glad you all made it out alive, from my understanding it seems to be quite a feat, but if you wish I could try to sing along with you...? I mean if it isn't to much.

She would try to smile, though it was rather hard to when the Man rested his chin upon her shoulder, his breath wasn't to pleasant honestly it reeked in all actuality.

Lesley Would pause, the Journalist looking toward Lovelace as he seemed to go into a manner or prayer? She wasn't quite familiar with these type's of songs in all honestly however she would dully note the mans words.

However when another man cried out, the woman almost fell herself toppling off the Crate, the loud burst in vocal sound, followed by Chorus had surprised her, though it was odd to actually find a group of rowdy Men willing to sing in Chorus like these currently.

She started to take some interest in such an Odd Group, duly noting this will most surely be written in her Daily Journal about the many odd things that had happened from her day to day life. Though she would find the Brimmed hat being placed upon her head, grinning all the while.

However as he mumbled in her ear so it wouldn't drown out the crew's singing. Though she would furrow her brow, knowing all too well that wasn't honestly a thing she would find herself doing, and there wasn't much there to flash anyway.

I er, really wouldn't do something like that... But...thanks...? Oh my name, it's Lesley, it's nice to meet you all....

She would manage a smile, not one that was forced but one that was created from actuality, or an enjoyable moment.

Lesley Would look back toward the Group, there Song quick to finished just as it seemed to have started. Such a Lively group they are, and none of the looked to be like they where some manner of immature teen. It's add to see grown men act in such a childish manner it was rather humorous. However her gaze would advert back to Lovelace as he had removed the hat from atop of her head.

The Man taking quite an impressive Bow for someone of his Stature or Size, though it allowed her to get the full detail of what the man looked like, now noting that he was...very...very huge, not girth but in height, he was a Giant who seemed to tower over all those present.

Pleasure to meet you Captain, it's quite nice to meet a person...such as yourself.

The Woman would gently Bow, or incline her head in a manner of bow, only to catch a glimpse of those serrated teeth, somewhat like that of knives, obviously pointing out that he probably ate only meats..or something like that. Though she found herself often comparing his mass to her own, oh how he could easily snap her in two without even trying.

However as he invited her over into the Booth he currently was residing in, she would obviously take up on the offer, gently hopping off the crate, and sliding into the Booth the man had sat in oh so cautiously.

Oh because I technically 'Live' here, it's rather close to my work Place...

She would however pause, chucking softly shortly after.

Really...? Am I that frail looking? Though honestly compared to everyone else here I guess I am...

She would understood how strong these people where, how they where considerably older, and supposedly wiser, but did that initially make her a 'Child'?

Lesley Would attempt to make herself comfortable. Though it wasn't an easy feat as she had never actually sat in a 'Booth' before, especially with another person, one of his size at that. Thankfully she was quite a smoker herself, so such things as the Cigar the man had clenched in his teeth hadn't bothered her, nor the fact that he exhaled smoke from his nostrils, Lord doing that honestly kills your synthesis.

However she would flutter her Harlequin (A shade of Green) Oculars.

Yes, actually it is... You seem to have quite an eye for things.

The Woman would pause for a moment, her tilting her head to the right ever so slightly as he had asked if she could 'Draw' maps...?

Sadly I'm no good at navigation, I barely can locate the Coffee pot in the morning.

The Woman giggled softly, though she didn't bother attempting to keep track of what had began to transpire.

Lesley Would rub the back of her neck slowly, chuckling as she does so.

I doubt they would... Though I'm sure I could at-least try to teach them a thing or two. But I'm not really 'that' good at trying to implement something onto another....

She would pause for a moment, the Woman shaking her head slowly as she continued.

Though there are quite a few people who could Teach them, I'm not really the best candidate as I tend to...Sway toward the others verdict if they try to argue a point, or disagree on something...

The Woman would sigh, only to pause as the man spoke again with an obvious frown.

Those are what I would consider a Harpy, those type of people aren't just Woman but Men also, though it's really hard to tell if a person would do such it's usually a Vibe you get from being around them... Honestly I wouldn't really do any of those thing's, I had my record clean my entire life and I plan on keeping it that way...and I couldn't even bare the thought of doing such to someone I'm friends with or close to, or anyone at all.

The Woman would Smile softly, though she seemed to have the uncanny ability to rant on and on, much like her sister Devin who was dubbed the chatter box.

me Would clasp her hands together as she looked at the Man rather oddly. His gaze was one that seemed to posses slightly pity, which in her case was odd. Though when he began to speak, seeming to bring up something that occurred in the past she would obviously listen with full interest in the matter.

Though as he went on, the Journalist found herself frowning ever so slightly. The man was obviously of a different Era as from her knowledge Pirate's no longer existed in this time.

Oh I see, so you started off on a Clean Record, well until your Father's Companions showed up, and killed your Father...?

She asked curiously, the Woman would however feel sympathy for the poor soul, such a tragic past he had.

Though the mentioning of the Navy, well being thrown into it only to fall in-love with the Captain of a Ship who took him in after the Port was blown apart by a rival Pirate Crew.

Oh...that's Sad....so you could of Grown up, a Normal person if it wasn't for your fathers Heritage, and Vengeful crew-members? Though my Life honestly could never compare to that, being as my Father was rather Wealthy and hadn't had to deal with such hardships....but may I ask, if you could, would you go back to change something that occurred in the past or are you contended with how things came out...?

The Woman didn't want to sound rude, but she was honestly curious, was he happy with the result?

Lesley Would watch the Man, he seemed to though being horribly fearsome was rather calm? Or even gentle in Second Nature? Though she wasn't for sure, but being as he didn't try to maim her he had to had some manner of a heart. However at his words she would nod slowly, smiling once more at the Captains comply.

I see. Well that's good, I'm glad you lived a life that most of those who crave the Primal Things in life Dream....of.

She would however flutter those pretty eyes of hers as the Captain mentioned 'Men' if Woman weren't about. However she would find herself being handed a cigar, only to look up at the man with a slightly elevated brow.

Not at all, I'm use to it...well after smoking for so many Years myself...But thank you for the gift...Oh...though it must of been...awkward having...eh..you get the idea though there's plenty of Woman about here I believe...though most seem rather crazy....

She would trail off, her scenting the cigar, seeming to sigh as she honestly craved one of these things, well wanted to try one rather badly. Though she hadn't the slightest idea how to smoke one, she was use to smoking those cheap, name brand Cigarettes.

Lesley After some deciding the Journalist, a Normal Human with No power's abilities or even combat Prowls would be perched upon a Stool at the Counter in which one could be Served fine Wine's and various other drinks from. She had recently gotten a nice Cup of Hot Coffee, no Creamers or Black. Just the way she loved it.

After some though she had finally decided that a Week Off from work was something she needed, so a Week off is what she shall have! With that she would Cool her Black, Murky drink, slowly sipping from the contents inside, lowering it and sighing in content. Such a lovely day today was, she Met a rather odd Rowdy group the moment she stepped into the Door!

Lesley Various thoughts would began to Run threw her mind. Them containing 'Mental Replays' of things that had happened threw out her day. Her picking from the most important one's, them going to be mentioned more often in her 'Daily Journal' then the other 'Non-important'one's. Though she would also have to right about the Daily Con's as there was no such thing as a perfect Day in all logical common sense.

However as the one known as Jacob had seemed to sit within a close proximity of herself, exactly one Stool Separating the two. She believed she could 'Break the Ice' and greet the new interloper in the most Polite manner she could muster.

That being a simple, yet pleasant smile, her turning to face the Man, taking a small breath as she prepared to speak.

Why hello there Sir.

Yes the casual, formal yet pleasant 'Greeting' or simplistic 'Hello' would suffice for the moment. It would Break any Ice, and hopefully spark an ongoing conversation, maybe even earning herself a new friend as one of the possible end results of conclusions to her choice.

Lesley Would allow a smile to twist at her facial features as Jacob complied to her 'Formal Greeting' even returning his own as common educate. However as he managed to 'Flag' down a Bartender, ordering a Pint of there Best Ale or Beer, which is honestly quite strong, and what ever she would like she Woman would gently raise her Mug of Black Coffee as to show she's satisfied.

Her small, friendly smile turning into grin that flashed her 'Pearly White'

I'm quite contended right now. But thank you kindly for that. May I ask what brings you to such an odd little Shack?

The Woman inquired curiously, her fingers of her right have gently wrapped around the Mug's handle as she perched her lips upon the rim, tilting the mug back slowly as to sip from it's contents.

Ah today was a Lovely Day for this Human, nothing had gone wrong, and everything seemed to be rather Perfect. Though she would Note Gabriel's arrival with a small friendly wave and a smile from behind her Mug.

Lesley Spluttered her Coffee, yes technically it only happened when someone was drinking something and slightly caught off guard by another's actions. However she would manage to wave toward Damion, placing the Mug down, and gathering up some napkins as to clean up the small mess she created. God that Coffee was hot!

Ow Ow...I burnt my tongue....

The Woman's brow would seem to furrow, her looking toward Jacob, blinking rather oddly as she awaited his answer to her question she had inquired earlier.

However, within a Moment of her awaiting such a comply he would deliver. Her starting to wipe down the Counter Top or the area she spluttered her drink on.

Oh I see, they do have some rather high quality beverage's... Oh technically I live here, forth floor to be correct.

The Journalist would offer in comply, though it wasn't much of a comply in her honest opinion and she believed she could of done better.

Lesley Would seem to do an odd manner of 'Raspberry' or simply exposing her tongue, fanning it as to make the unpleasant burning stop. God she so glad she didn't Spray her coffee at the Computer, though she honestly felt like an idiot for doing such in public, a place when everyone is watching, waiting to Judge you.

However as Damion would smile at the Journalist she would slowly incline her left brow at the Man. Though if he would have stared for more then five minutes would be labeled as a 'Creeper'.

Um...Hello there?

The Ice had once again been broken, mostly likely either creating an awkward silence, or reeling in yet another person into a Conversation. Of course this hello was aimed toward Damion, the man who was smiling toward her or in her general direction.

Though when Jacob stood, asking if the Journalist was 'alright' she would advert her attention, nodding rather quickly as a smile was obvious. Though she did retract her tongue back into her mouth, heavens how idiotic would she have looked if she kept it out!

Quite, Just burnt my tongue a little, but all's fine!

However as the man would obviously seem to aid her in cleaning up the unpleasantry or 'Mess'she would incline her head.

Thanks! You saved me from knocking my Coffee over!

Yes, 'You saved me from knocking my coffee over!' would be marked down as yet another lame 'Pun' or excuse at trying to maintain proper Conversation structure.

Lesley Would find her attention averting itself back toward Damion. The man seemed to be of simplistic complies. Though she was much like Devin, and quite the 'Chatter Box' when she's harped on a topic or subject.

Oh it's fine really. Just inhaling some Hot Coffee but it's fine.

The Journalist was rather Joyed by this, such kind, lovely people. I mean she only spluttered coffee, and burnt her tongue and they all seemed to be rather worried about her?

However as Jacob seemed to speak, or well addressed her she would avert her attention back toward him obviously!

Maybe, do they have any Ice Cubes....?

She inquired curiously, though she found her tongue going numb oddly?

Maybe it was a little worse then she had first suspected, the coffee was Scolding but she was sure it wouldn't last more then a minute, but if so this might get a bit awkward... Though she was honestly clueless to the fact that she seemed to attracted quite the attention, even the attention of a Girl....?

However as Damion waved, her attention would be quick to snap back in the man's direction, blinking rather oddly as he seemed to start a conversation with the one known as Rori, lord she seemed to be having some difficulty keeping up! However she had gotten that 'feeling' the one you would get when other people talked about you, a very unsettling one at that.

Lesley Was honestly terribly clueless to the fact that Damion and Rori had been talking about her. Though she got that distinct feeling which seemed to bother her quite dearly. Though as they had been talking to each other her prime concern had to be Jacob, the one who was currently addressing her, and speaking with her.

She would watch the man as he stood, basically going around the back of the Bar, grabbing a Mug or Glass, filling it with ice, and then water. Passing it to her.

Oh! Thank you, thank you very much! That's very kind of you...Oh...um the name's Lesley! Or did I introduce myself already...Hm...

The Woman would obviously pick the glass out, allowing the Frigid, clean refreshing liquids to enter her mouth, and to hopefully help make her tongue feel better!

Lesley Would place the Glass of Ice'd Water back down upon the Counter, a sigh of relief, as well as Content.

Oh, nice to meet you Jacob, it's rather nice to meet 'friendly' people in such an Odd little place isn't it? Oh...we haven't?

She inquired curiously. Only finding the Man now sitting directly next to her this time around.

Though her attention would snap back to Damion as his 'Friend' had obviously needed to leave. Feeling that she should do something, she would obviously invite the man to join them.

Would you mind joining us? It be nice to get to know as well, you seem rather nice.

The Woman would smile an honest smile, somehow tunning out the Violence, and destruction echoing in the background as it wasn't part of her concern.

Lesley Attention would remain on Damion as the man put out his cigarette, picking up his beer as he made his way over to the party of two, making it three.

Oh, I didn't introduce myself to you yet have I? Name's Lesly, nice to meet you! Oh your quite welcome, I couldn't leave you standing there.

The Journalist would extend her right arm, left now moving back toward the Mug of Black Coffee. She wasn't going to forget about her Black Gold now! It was her source of fuel, in some odd illogical term, it was just the thing that kept her awake.

However as Jacob spoke her attention would drift over toward him momentarily, her attempting to sneak a Sip from her coffee before she attempted to speak again.

Oh alright, just making sure I don't want to repeat myself now....So true, there hard pressed to find anymore, though they oddly seemed to be drawn to me...maybe I'm a nice guy magnet?

The Journalist would smile behind her mug once more, attention drifting back to Damion with quite some interest. She would admit he wasn't bad on the eyes, quite handsome at that, but she wouldn't speak of it.

Lesley Attention would drift back over toward Jacob as he spoke once more. The Journalist sitting her Mug down as to comply to his words.

Er, I am....? Well good then, I'm usually polite even if the person isn't polite to me.

She would speak in all honesty, she didn't believe in being rude so she shall not do such unless the other person pushes it a tad too far.

Though her attention would drift back to Damion, the smile ever so present.

Quite welcome. It's a pleasure to meet you Damion...Wait...I...am...?

Her right brow would slowly raise in incline at the man's words. Wait what did he mean exactly by 'Guy magnet'? Her mind wouldn't properly wrap around it as of 'yet'. However as the Man's Phone would ring she would find herself oddly enough listening in.

Oh alright...your...wait... why are you telling me this go!

She would honestly tell the man to get moving, he really didn't need to apologize she would understand, I mean his friends apartment is on fire so he shouldn't be telling her this and should just run like a- well like his friends apartment was on fire. Yes she was also quite worried, her watching the man rush out the door only to sigh.

Oh god... I really hope his friends alright...apartment fires never end well.....

Lesley Would enter from the Inn, slowly descending the Stairs. The Journalist stifling a small yawn, gently rubbing her eyes with her right hand, well her pointer finger. After having quite a lovely Day yesterday she was in a wonderful Mood, she planned on having her Coffee, Black like usual, and hopefully will honestly be able to meet more 'friendly' people.

Her attire was simplistic and not to flashy. It retained from a White Tank Top, a Pair of Faded Black Jeans with the knee's also missing, a Pair of White Tennis Shoe's, obviously not new and rather worn. Her hair was yet again done into a neat bun as to keep her hair from creating tension if it was to simply be left an unruly mess, last thing she needed was a headache.

With that she would stop at the bottom step, like any other person, and simply making way toward the Counter, finding a seat....and well just perching herself upon a stool, resting her arms upon the smooth counter-top. Flagging a Tender down as to order her Coffee.

Lesley Would pause, looking over toward the one known as Violet who had seemed to address her.

Oh... could I get some Coffee, no creamers just Black.

The Journalist would ask in a polite manner.

Lesley Would gently wrap the fingers of her left hand around the handle of said Mug. It containing what she often referred to as 'Black Gold' or Her small piece of 'Heaven'.

Thank you Kindly, how much will it cost...?

The Journalist asked curiously, her 'Cooling' the Coffee or attempting to so she may at-least sip at it's contents.