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*True to her nature, the drunken lady rolls over in his arms and smiles at him devilishly. Laying her hands lightly on his chest she presses a kiss to his lips and softly sing-songs a line from her favourite song, putting emphasis on one word in particular.*

"We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot...Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!"

*Giggling she rolls over on top of him, only to discover that she doesn't have nearly enough balance, and almost falls headlong off the bed... still giggling.*

((Yeeeaaaahhh... Hammocks suck like that! XD ))

*The typsy Synn returns Orient's kiss enthusiastically. He could be greatful that she wasn't a sloppy drunk... just giddy and a little clumsy. After a moment that seemed suspended in eternity, she draws back and moves down his neck, kissing and nipping as she goes.*

"Y'know, I been thinkin'... we should Raid that storehouse on the the south cape. The one out on long point..."

*Synn glances over her shoulder feigning an angelic smile.*

"Y'know... that wee thought haaaad crossed me mind matey."

*She laughs joyously. Treasure, Revenge and good company, what more could a girl want?

She helps Orient by wiggling out of the corset as he pulls it up over her head, her long raven curls spilling over her bust, a stark contrast to the white linen of her shift.

She scooches closer to exotic lover, not giving any thought to the fact that tomorrow night it might be another man in her bed.
She was content to live from moment to moment. Past experiences her given her a healthy caution of commitment and men.
Thus, she commited herself to nothing except her ship, and when it came to affairs of the heart she tried to tell herself there were none, only pleasures of the flesh, and even then... she called the shots.*

*Synn and Orient spend a good several hours locked in intimacey, loving eachother freely and utterly with their bodies. been late when they came upstairs and by the time both are worn out, it's only a few hours before dawn cuts across the dark sky.
Feeling warm and satated, Synn collapses exhausted against Orient. Her hair casacading over his tattooed body in a silken, perfumed blanket, her fangers laced with his as she mumbles a sleepy goodnight and passes into the realm of sleep, wrapped safely in her lover's arms.*

After having a good long cry, Siryn falls asleep. She's still clothed and wearing her boots. She wakes up a few times that night, once to take off her shoes and clothing, to sleep in her shift, and twice more because she'd thought she'd heard someone approaching her rented room. Otherwise, the night had passed quietly and peacefully for her.

Come the next morning, she's awake with the sun. Since she hadn't drank very much the night before, she's not suffering from a hangover, and waking up is not overly hard. Her eyes ache though, one from crying and the other from her weeks old injury. She doesn't need to look into a mirror to know that her face is still red and swollen from the abuse she'd put it through the evening before.

Perhaps a good wash before breakfast will help a little. She hopes so. She puts her clothing back on, and sneaks out into the hallway quietly, looking around for the bathing room. Once she finds it, she purloins one of the tubs and soaks for a good long time. Even if the bath doesn't improve the state of her face, at least she'll feel a little cleaner.

After her bath, she returns to her room and dresses in something much more like that which she would have worn while sailing on the Starling. Although she will never again feel the smooth wood deck against her barefeet, nor the polished steering wheel under her calloused hands, it feels good to know that her future lies with the sea, once again.

Siryn gathers all of her possesions together into her rucksac, then climbs down the steep stairway toward the main room of the inn. She wonders how the drunken ship captain had managed to get to her own bed on these stairs, but then she remembers the looks that the asian man had been giving her and then she has no doubts that the woman had made it upstairs. She flashes a smile. It's a very quick one, for she finds that she doesn't have much reason for smiling anymore.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, her nose is welcomed with the scents of fresh bread and eggs cooking. She hopes that she can manage to scrounge up some breakfast. Her stomach growls in agreement.

He sat just outside the inn on a small chair. His stuff was in a room above his head and he was relaxing. His face bare showing his young almost boyishly handsome face. His golden eyes glittering with amusment at the street. Watching the crowd walk past him slowly he was not afraid to take a glance at a woman's "charms" here and there.

but he didn't do much else, he even got a few looks from younger women as they walked past, looking at him oddly. He knew he did not look great, never had but he had an appearance that seemed to bring younger women to him.

And there he stood. Haisa dukurai grasped in his hand beneath his cloak.

The lunar soul as many called it rather than the more formal name felt comfortable in his grip. But he would not use it today. He dared not, it wouldn't be long until that half rotted corpse was found and a stranger of his body would be noted leaving that building. So he stayed to his inn room most of the time.

Now he stood in the alleyway watching the streets for that streak of white he was waiting for. He knew Tenma was within the city, but he was heading somewhere soon. Saiko didn't want to be in such a place long, No killings could be acompolished and for now his body smelled of death, nothing a few wards wouldn't stop but people getting too near would notice that smell.

He wove through the alleys nearing the wall he entered the street. He would walk out of the gates, nodding towards the gaurds and leave the city, silently but angrily, his prey was so near but so out of reach it was almost painful.