Sunsets and silhouette dreams [Private]

Siren watched the horizon as the waves lapped around her feet, the sand pulling out from under her weathered boots. The ship she called home was long gone. Off on adventures to worlds far away and to take on odds that no others would take. She hadn't been off it's creaking planks for a full hour and she already felt an ache at the lose of rocking under her feet.

It was all being done for her own good. The strain that being on the ship and fighting everyday hadn't let her wounds heal and her eye was doing everything it could to keep the gashes along her body open. So far out on the sea if she happened to get ill from her injuries it would be deadly. She was to stay her for a month maybe two and then Blaze would be back for her. He had promised and never once had he broken a promise to her.

Rubbing her hands over her face she sighed. What she needed right now was a nice stiff drink, maybe a few. A nice ale, and a strong rum. What she needed was a tavern.

It took a few hours of aimless wondering, and more then a few worrying encounters before she found someone who could direct her to a place to get a drink. She had a brief moment of worry when the words that left his mouth were 'mafia bar' but assuming the place to simply be one of those odd themed bar's that the crew had came across in their travels she let it go. After all even if it was ran by a mafia she didn't care much at the moment.

The moment she walked in she was met with the musty scent of aged alcohol, and the rich atmosphere that came with history. Her lips quirked up as she glanced around. The bar seemed mostly void of people and she brushed her coat back slightly, resting her hands on her hips and feeling the hilt of her blade. "Thanks." She said quickly to her guide before walking in.

She took a seat at the bar instantly looking to the person behind the counter and calling up a tanker of the strongest thing they had. Heavens knew she needed it. As she waited she turned around on the stool, arms stretched above her head as she glanced around at the occupants of the quieted bar.

One in particular caught her interest. A pretty girl sitting not to far away, not a tanker to be seen, and a notebook and pen held before her. Certainly not the type of girl that Siren expected to find in a bar, especially not one that looked like this. "Hey there doll."

If journalistic hell existed, Cinder had found it.

She growled in frustration as she ripped another page out of the notebook and threw it on the floor; if she was attracting strange glances, she had reached a sort of trancelike state of uncaring. What good was the expose happening all around her every minute if she could not lift a pen to paper and write the goddamn thing?

A swift rub at her temples served to quell the headache beginning to bloom behind her eyes, and in a few deep breaths she pulled herself together. It would not do to lose it, not in plain sight of all of her friends. Her temper was not usually something so easily lost, nor was a reputation for being fairly mild-mannered easily regained.

With a quiet sigh she placed both of the objects of her frustration down on the bar counter, staring fixedly at them as if to will the pen to life. Never had she struggled so hard to write a few short sentences.

It did not help that the few other patrons currently in the bar seemed intent on raucous celebration. Why they felt so content to party like something good had happened at all hours of the night the reporter did not know; she supposed that it had something to do with all the chaos that usually occurred around Minecraftia, since the residents seemed to celebrate any peace they managed to achieve.

Whatever the reason, she wished they would stop.

It was then, irritated and drained from an entirely fruitless session of writing, that she met her. The voice that broke into her tired musings sounded to her like a choir of angels, considering a meaningless bout of flirting with a stranger was exactly what she needed as a pick-me-up just then.

She turned, ready to return with a quick reply – and was met with the gaze of an extraordinarily pretty girl.

It wasn’t everyday (in fact, it was no days at all) that she was rendered speechless, even if only for a moment. She made a mental note to schedule a holiday for the occasion. “Boy,” she said, forcibly reeling in her scattered thoughts, “it’s about time you showed up, Stranger. This bar had a serious need for beautiful woman.”

Silence reigned for a few moments before the beautiful girl who looked like she was near ready to rip of someone's head turned around. The gleam in her eye said it all and Siren couldn't stop the smirk that spread to her lips at it. She was expecting lots of things to come from the other girls mouth at that moment, but what finally was forced out was not what the pirate had been expecting.

Her smirk turned into a smile at the statement and Siren found herself very pleased suddenly with having to be left behind for a bit from her crew. "But they already have such a gorgeous one, did they really need another?" she teased lightly as she tipped her hat back farther so that she could get a good look at the little write beside her.

"Well aren't you a charmer," Cinder said, laughing. The tension slowly ebbed from her face as she took another sip of the small glass of water the bartender (who was well aware of her drinking habits, or rather her lack-there-of) had handed her. She was right, this was exactly what she needed.

As casually as she could manage, the reporter did a quick look over of the woman to her left. She was tall, but that was alright; it suited her. A hat was perched jauntily over scarlet locks. She had found a fellow red-head, apparently. "It's a rather moot point, Stranger. The world needs all the pretty girls it can get, right? Who am I to complain at one more?"

Charmer was something Siren hadn't been called in a while, regrettably enough. Most of the time it seemed that her teases had been meet with little more then uncertainty. The pirate picked up the tanker that had been brought to her and poured back a large sip.

Arms resting against the bar, and legs crossed she smirked. "I think you are right there Doll. Pretty girls make the world worth living after all." She mused waving her hand in the air with a dramatic flair. "I'll give it this, it's made this town a lot more interesting to be in."

"Interesting is probably the right word," Cinder agreed, smirking and downing the glass of water. She gave one last furious glance at the notebook before shaking her head and putting it in her front pocket. 

With a sigh she stuck the pen behind her ear, leaning lightly on the table. She turned back to Siren. "So that's my schedule clear for the night - all the better to talk to a pretty lady, eh? Tell me," she said, smiling easily, "what do you do for a living to take you round these parts, stranger? I think I'd've noticed someone like you here before if you'd ever been."