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Pirate rp 3rd Chapter (IntrospectiveLoser and myself) |
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Cassandra Massimo's figure was one that always made heads turn and eyes bulge, no matter what she was doing, or what she was wearing. It wasn't simply the normal female matter of having the much sought after hour glass figure, with swaying hips and a rounded chest, no. There was something much more to her, something that had very few words that could aptly capture it. She had power. Charisma. Talent. She was striking, as well as impossibly beautiful and perfect. Perhaps it was the way she held herself, tall as the mast of a ship, and yet as gracefully as dolphin. Or maybe it was the look in her single eye, burning with desire and mingled intelligence. But she possessed something like no other person on the dock as she lightly and gracefully stepped up onto it, her finely polished black boot making a faint, imperial clicking noise as she transferred her slight weight out of the dingy and into the slats of wood. She stood there for a moment, savoring the shift in the air as people grew confused and tense, staring at her and then turning quickly away with rumors gushing out of their mouths.
She loved this. She had always loved this. And it had been so many long years of missing it, that it was even sweeter now then it had been thirteen years ago. The woman tilted her chin up, and smiled in a slim, devious way, her eye twinkling in the late morning sunlight as she terrorfied the local fishermen with her legend and her beauty.
As famous as she was becoming, it still was news to most people that the nefarious captain Black-Eye was a woman. A pioneer in the sea faring career of evil and crime. It confused people, to view her in all her radiance, a glowing complexion, long cascading midnight-black curls of hair. And then realize the evil aura about her, the matching evidence. Her description matched the one posted by the few navy sailors that had seen her and some how managed to live. The cowards. Tall, slim. Black hair. One black eye, one perfectly sculpted leather eye patch. Oh, yes. Thats what set everyone off. How many normal noble looking women were missing an eye? Not many, surely. Sewing at home wasn't that dangerous.
Black-Eye was also dressed out side of the societal norms. She were tight fitting, practical clothing, that some how still managed to look fancy on her. No skirts, however. Just pants, fitted to her so that her dainty leg muscles were expressive when she moved. No corset, either. Despite being in her early thirties, she didn't need one. Killing people was surprisingly enough to keep her fit and healthy. Perhaps blood was good for the skin.
At that thought she chuckled darkly, waving her long fingered hand with a flick of her wrist, inviting a few members of her ever growing crew aboard the dock. "Come along, come along, I haven't got all day to be wasting with the landlubbers." She had a peculiar accent, and spoke some where between the ignorant style of a pirate, and the fluent, elegant way of a rich man's daughter. Perfect, for a pirate queen, she thought to herself mildly, thoughtlessly shoving the dock manager and his accounting book into the water as he tried to ask her name and demand a fine.
She didn't even look at him, or notice him for that matter. Just became annoyed with him and sent him sprawling and sputtering into the shallow waves, much to the horror and amusement of the locals.
Her mind still crowded with offical thoughts, she marched fearlessly straight along the main roads of the town, not minding that it was a navy occupied area. Boo, why would she? She was powerful enough to take them down. She had more then once already.
Smirking secretly to herself, the women continued her parade, her clothing billowing about her as though the sea breeze chased her up on land, her eyes set determinedly forward, her expression powerful. A woman on a mission, she could have mowed over anything or anyone who dared get in her way.
O-TO-KO-YO · Thu Jul 16, 2009 @ 06:21pm · 0 Comments |
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