New to Town (Open)

The sound of music played from the simple building of a town very new to the wandering woman. Her hands placing gently upon her hips as she looked around the bar which seemed be be packed with people. Dancing and mingling, the people all around her seemed to be having a good night. Why wasn't she? Because she was looking for her captain, again. For some reason, Para couldn't get any luck. Her captain never stayed still for long enough, in her opinion, but what could she do. Finally giving up, Para shifted her body to the bad, sitting on a near by stool and smiling at the bartender. "Anything. Don't care what it is, just make sure it's decent." She said in a light tone. Her bright emerald and topaz gaze looked at the bartender who stared at her before running to get her drink.

She didn't mind his stares. He wasn't the first man in the bar to eye her up and down. After all, when a woman walks in wearing a low cut shirt which hugs her curvy body and exposes her cleavage, no man wouldn't eye her unless he was completely and utterly homosexual. None the less, the violet haired female waited for her drink. When it arrived, she smiled at the bartender and paid immediately. She finished her drink and decided to let the sound of the music take hold of her.

The young woman made her way away from the bar and instead to the dance floor, where the sound of the beats were the strongest. Her body swayed to the music as Para's bright hues were hidden behind her soft pale eyelids. She zoned out everyone else around her for a moment or two after walking away from the bar. Her arms moving up to her head as she danced then back down along her body. Her emerald eyes opened once more as she looks upon the room, her body moving still as a playful smile graced her soft pink lips. Her eyes refocused within the dimly lit room as flashing lights danced along the floor and walls.

A elderly man walked the streets as blood splattered out the side of his head leaving a small hole.
The Old man calapsed almost instantly. Someone came rushing over to the man to help him as another cloud bullet whizzed through the air and shot the man between the eyes.People started to panic as they ran for cover.The shooting had ceased as quickly as it began.

The Silent assailant was a Young Woman in a black robe over a strapless black dress. Walking into town she banished her rifle and placed her hands closed to her holstered pistols. Walking past a little girl who touched one of the little black wings sprouting from her back.

"Watch it Kid If you dont want to eat this boot youll keep your hands to yourself." The little girl cried

The wind pushed against her long black hair and antenna's As She started to stare at the little girl with Lifeless Crimson Eyes. The girl silenced in fear and slowly backed away. Under said eyes she hadblack tears tattooed to her cheek.

Coming across her pray She spit on the old man. "You dirty old human... Why cant they see we skypieans are the Superior race.."

Her throat started to dry as she entered the local tavern. Rushing over to the table she ordered a Dark beer and start to drink.

After searching through bins for food and picking every last piece of chicken from the bones he'd found a man in a blue & white patterned poncho pinstripe trousers and trainers stood up tall and felt his stomach crying out for more food. Looking out from the alley way he was in he noticed a pub and headed for it hoping to perhaps find someone nice enough to buy him something to eat or drink.

He'd been living rough sleeping under the stars for the past month and stowing away on ships hopping from island to island now he'd ended up here and had no idea where he'd be heading next. He hadn't made many friends as of yet though and needed some companionship as he was feeling pretty lonely.

Heading through the door Mitchell Stray looked around at the people and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. In the bathroom he washed his hands and face sipped at the water he desperately needed. The water felt great on his skin and even better making its way down his throat.

Heading back out he let his tired grey eyes watch the room for someone who maybe would be kind enough to buy him a meal. He felt his stomach hurt from hunger and leant forward a little clutching it then the words engraved on his sword echoed through his mind.

"The blood of a stray always finds a way." Mitchell muttered these words to himself quietly as he recomposed himself and stood up as tall as he could manage. Not wanting to walk far he settled for the bar but that meant crossing the dance floor where a woman was dancing like no one was watching but of course from what Mitchell had seen many men were watching. He couldn't blame them as she was pretty but he was more interested in getting some food right now.

As he stepped across the dance floor Mitchell tried to make sure he didn't bump into the dancer or distract her as she seemed to be in her own world right about now. He could feel a rhythm coursing through his own body and began nodding his head to the music but nothing more as he felt too weak to do any more.

Taking another step his leg felt too weak to sustain him and Mitchell came crashing to the floor.

The sound of loud bangs rang in the air in the pub as the young woman continued to move and sway. Were they gun shots? Maybe part of the song? She didn't quite know. What she did know is that she loved the music. Much like when she was back home on Whiskey Peak, Para loved the sound of music and the way her own body swayed to the hypnotic rhythm. She continued her movements but slowly lessened her tempo. As she did this, her movements slowed and her eyes fluttered open, revealing bright green hues. As she looked up, she noticed a man that seemed quite ill. Possibly very weak. As she slowed her pace, she continued to watch the man until he had fallen.

Quickly, the woman moved towards the man and grabbed him before he could hit the floor. "Woah there! Hey now! No need to faint on the dance floor." Para's voice rang in what seemed to be a playful tone. She carried the man over to the bar and sat him on a nearby stool before motioning at the bartender. "Hey! Get this guy something to eat and drink, will ya? I'll pay for it." She said in a demanding tone before sitting next to the male and looking around the booming pub. Her gaze falling upon another female and staring at her but quickly switching her gaze to the man.

Feeling someone's soft gentle hands grab him Mitchell was lifted from the dance floor he heard the soft feminine voice of a woman it was probably the woman who had been dancing in her own world who was helping him. As he was sat down on a stool at the bar he felt much much better sitting on the stool hearing a distorted version of the woman's voice ordering food for him he sat up and looked at her smiling he was grateful for the help as it had been a long time since anyone had helped him. He remembered his old friends. Those stray dogs he had grown up with were his only friends but now he needed some real friends who could help him out. He needed some allies, that's what he was looking for more than anything else.

"Sorry for disturbing your dancing." He replied as he turned to rest on the bar, his stomach was hurting and he hadn't eaten anything in the last week, he had mainly been scavenging living on scraps this last week and it obviously hadn't fulfilled his stomach's desires.
"I'll pay you back for the meal." He said to the woman as he tried sitting up straight, his stomach ached and found he couldn't sit up as straight as he tried, instead he leant back down and rested his arms and head on the bar. Looking over his shoulder to see what the woman was looking at he saw a Skypiean with black wings, he just stared blankly at her wondering who she was or what she was doing here. He had seen her in the town but never took any real notice of her till just now. Seeing her order a drink Mitchell looked back at the woman who'd helped him. Sitting up as straight as he could manage before his stomach angrily growled at him for lack of food Mitchell looked the woman in the eye and ask her.

"What's your name? I'm Mitchell."

Nightwing Finished her Dark ale and started to feel fuzzy. With her blurred vision she smiled widely with her black stained lips (Black lipstick). Watching the Bartender pour her a glass of Vodka mixed with apple snopps. "Thanks..." Nightwing started to listen to the music which seemed to hypnotize her

Her Crimsons eyes seemed to be shine a little more brightly then before as she blankly stared at the people dancing before her. Gulping down the Mixed drink she wondered to her self. (This is what humans do for happiness? Run around like fools and embarrassing themselves to the sounds of music?)

Nightwing couldn't contain herself anylonger she bursted out laughing.
And fell off her bar stool onto the ground.
"Hahahahahaha! You call that danceing hahahahahahaha!"
NIghtwing slowly stood up as she pointed at the humans before her.
Nightwings Slowly stumbles of of the bar and heads for the sea.

(OCC Sorry Nightwings out thought this was gonna be more active I apoligise)

OOC: Sorry for this moving slow. I wasn't home for the past three days due to going to a Live Action Roleplay, which I do once a month. I'm very sorry.
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The female's soft green hues looked at the male with a soft and caring smile. Her soft lips parted as she spoke. "Don't be so silly. You didn't interrupt my dancing. I did. I chose to help you. I didn't have to. My name is Para. Pleasure to meet you." She said with the usual soft purr to her voice. This was a common thing for Para. She was a lustful being but never acted on it.

She smiled as the bar tender made his way back with the food for the starving man. Without much hesitation, Para placed down money which she had picked up from multiple people at the bar who seemed to be too stuck watching her dance than to protect their wallets. A smile graced her lips as she paid but then heard a woman laughing. She turned her head towards the loud noise before the other woman left. "The hell was her problem?"

The tall mysterious man walked forward noticing a small tavern in front of him, making his way towards the building, upon getting there he would extend his arm outwards, placing his hand on the doorknob, twisting his hand in clock wise motion, a clicking sound was heard it was the sound of the door coming opening, pushing lightly on the door, with ease the door would fly open, lowering his body to step in prior to his size was taller then the door.

The man would open his mouth, in taking a vast amount of air in, the air circulating through out his system, eventually making its way back escaping as a sigh.

Eyes shifting from place to place, noticing a young female with in his midst noting her as his navigator, the man would walk towards the female. As he made his way towards her he spoke " Well well what do we have here? "

"Nice to meet you Para, thanks for the help, I haven't exactly been eating or sleeping very well these past few days. I'm sort of meadering through life searching for something." Mitchell liked the fact that this woman had agreed to help him and hoped she would become a good friend towards him. He could use some friends who were human. Hearing a laughter spew forth into the air Mitchell turned his head to see where it was coming from and sighed rolling his eyes.

As Para asked what her problem he felt he had the answer and replied. "I don't know, probably drunk already. Most pirates can't hold their drink all that well considering allot of them drink till they pass out never really leaving room for their alcoholic intake to improve."

Mitchell could feel the chiken scarps he'd eaten earlier not offering his body much energy and shut his eyes quickly before flicking them back open as someone asked, " Well well what do we have here? "

He turned his head a little and gave an unimpressive look at a man standing there looking at Para. He was probably another one of the perverted guys in this pub who wanted to flirt or hit on her. Mitchell didn't feel the same way and didn't understand why people would spend their time with flirting. The only reason men flirted was because they wanted to get in someones pants.

Para nodded in agreement to the man name Mitchell's comment on pirates unable to hold their liquor. She couldn't help but slightly laugh at that fact. She shifted herself and waved at the bartender who was walking over quickly with a plate of warm food. As it was placed down it seemed to be a plate of meed, mashed potatoes and some vegetables. Over all, a pretty balanced meal. Para smiled at the bartender who nodded before walking of. The female's slender hand pushed away the plate and moved it toward Mitchell with a kind smile.

"Well then.. Eat up! You need it." She said before fixing herself a tad more in her seat. As she did she heard the voice of a male behind her, speaking. She wasn't sure exactly who the male was but is sounded familiar. The violet haired female shifted her body and turned to face the man talking. As she did, her gaze fell upon a tall blue man. Her green eyes widened slightly before they seemed to glow with a slight rage.

"There you are captain! I came here looking for you and you've been no where in sight! Where the hell have you been?" Though her voice sounded angry, her eyes showed a tad of concern. To Para, her new shipmates were like family. She got worried about them for many reasons, mainly worrying they would sail off with all of her loot.

Noticing the worry in her eyes he spoke "I had to take care of some some things" he laughed afterwards, A sigh escaping the mans lips walking towards the embodiment of para.

extending his arm outwards towards the female, placing his hand upon her head lightly ruffling it, recoiling his arm back only to turn his gaze to the slightly fatigued man.

He stood there just eying the man down, speaking in a calm voice " whats you're name boy?" upon speaking his eyes would shift over to Para giving her a mild gesture of concern.

Seeing Para laugh at his little comment on pirates unable to hold their drink made Mitchell feel good about himself, seemed he could still make people laugh and that was a good thing when looking for allies and friends. As the bowl was pushed towards him he looked at it displeased to see no meat but still happy to see some proper food sitting before him that someone was kind enough to buy for him. Digging into the food it couldn't have felt any greater sliding down his throat.

Mitchell turned back to Para smiling. "Thanks I really needed this. I don't think I could have survived another week on the scarps I'd being getting hold of." As Para replied to the man behind Mitchell didn't care much for him or about him as he was too busy chomping his way through his food gaining every last nutrient which was on offer.

Hearing her say the word Captain made his ear unwillingly twitch a little though. It had sparked off something in his brain but he wouldn't say what. As he reached the bottom of the bowl he froze upon hearing the words, " whats you're name boy?"

Seconds passed as Mitchell sat there before he turned around and looked at the fishman unimpressed. He wasn't anything he hadn't seen before and didn't look like anything special, Mitchell knew he didn't look too great either but didn't care, he had been living out under the stars for the past week or so, he yawned and looked the fishman in the eye then looked at Para.

His eyes much more preferred the site of Para but he didn't feel anything towards her other than a small debt he owned her for the food.
"I wouldn't have figured you for the type of person to take orders from someone."Turning to look back at the fishman the words engraved on his sword rang through his mind once again.

"The blood of a stray always finds a way."

He knew what it was hinting and wasn't sure about it, the phrase running through his mind had sent him down the wrong path before, he wasn't about to let it do him wrong again. Every path he had taken was the better option as it had opened more doors for him and helped him survive another night but it had also brought in worse situations and thrust him into danger and nearly killed him on more than one occasion. Mitchell's mouth opened and the words which fell out were, "Stray. Mitchell Stray"

The words " Stray. Mitchell Stray" echoing through his ears, upon hearing the mans name he would laugh, he was standing in a dark area of the room the whole time unable to see his face clearly.

He would step out of the shadows, allowing his image to be seen clearly now he was a 7'2 sword shark, Extending his arm outwards towards the man known as Mitchell Stray, his hand touching the ends of the mans shoulder.

It being a faint touch, then recoiling his arm back, the man spoke " Hmm, interesting. after you are done we have business to discuss " he turned to face Para, giving her a stern look, his eyes full of contempt, tilting over some focusing back on the embodiment of Mitchell.