gems of the sea // Storm and Red
Mar 31, 2015 12:20:53 GMT -5
Post by ali on Mar 31, 2015 12:20:53 GMT -5
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Jacquotte
Hayes
You might think I'm one thing,
But I am another
You can't call my bluff
But I am another
You can't call my bluff
"In Ripred's name Greek, be careful with those!" I snap at one of the crew who very almost dropped one of the crates he was meant to be unloading.
I'd say it's being on land, the constant stillness of the floor beneath my feet, that makes me an uncontrolable bitch but then I'd be lyin'. I am always hard on my crew when I need to, they all know this; especially when we've got 6 or 7 crates of goods we may or may not have stolen from a Capitol ship. Dropping wood on wood was one thing, caused enough noise to make the gulls notice you but dropping a box with the faded symbol of panem on the side was a whole other story.
I shoot the kid a glare before he hurries off down the walk way to where we're setting up shop for the day. Despite it not quite bein' spring yet, it feels like hell stood on the docks in the light of the mid afternoon sun. The lads pause after placing ever crate down at the end of the walkway to wipe their brows of sweat before going back on board for another load of boxes. I ain't doing much and I feel like I'm sweating enough to fill a swimming pool, so I take off my straw brimmed hat for a moment to wipe my for head before I go and sit down on one of our crates.
The sun and warmth has bought a crowd to the docks today. Everyone is on the docks doin' something; some are pulling their ships out to sea to go fish while the weathers calm, some are selling yesterdays catch and others are just takin' a stroll to see what us venders have to offer. How I love the sun I say to myself, putting my straw hat on top of my mane of vibrant red hair. Watching the people meander up and down the docks, I pop a pear drop into my mouth, sucking on it as I lean back and watch the day go by.
It's probably an hour or so before I notice her. Lean, atheletic build; the career type. However I notice she's soaking wet, covered in sticky sea water as if she has just been swimming- her black hair mattes and sticks firmly to her cheeks where strands fall out of place. However, I don't pay much attention the the rest of her looks when I notices shiney's stuffed into a bag on her belt. A sly grin spreads across my face as I suck on my pear drop.
As she's passin' I watch her carefully before piping up to catch her attention "A Pearl Diver? A dyin' breed these days..."
I'd say it's being on land, the constant stillness of the floor beneath my feet, that makes me an uncontrolable bitch but then I'd be lyin'. I am always hard on my crew when I need to, they all know this; especially when we've got 6 or 7 crates of goods we may or may not have stolen from a Capitol ship. Dropping wood on wood was one thing, caused enough noise to make the gulls notice you but dropping a box with the faded symbol of panem on the side was a whole other story.
I shoot the kid a glare before he hurries off down the walk way to where we're setting up shop for the day. Despite it not quite bein' spring yet, it feels like hell stood on the docks in the light of the mid afternoon sun. The lads pause after placing ever crate down at the end of the walkway to wipe their brows of sweat before going back on board for another load of boxes. I ain't doing much and I feel like I'm sweating enough to fill a swimming pool, so I take off my straw brimmed hat for a moment to wipe my for head before I go and sit down on one of our crates.
The sun and warmth has bought a crowd to the docks today. Everyone is on the docks doin' something; some are pulling their ships out to sea to go fish while the weathers calm, some are selling yesterdays catch and others are just takin' a stroll to see what us venders have to offer. How I love the sun I say to myself, putting my straw hat on top of my mane of vibrant red hair. Watching the people meander up and down the docks, I pop a pear drop into my mouth, sucking on it as I lean back and watch the day go by.
It's probably an hour or so before I notice her. Lean, atheletic build; the career type. However I notice she's soaking wet, covered in sticky sea water as if she has just been swimming- her black hair mattes and sticks firmly to her cheeks where strands fall out of place. However, I don't pay much attention the the rest of her looks when I notices shiney's stuffed into a bag on her belt. A sly grin spreads across my face as I suck on my pear drop.
As she's passin' I watch her carefully before piping up to catch her attention "A Pearl Diver? A dyin' breed these days..."
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